Summary: Shinsou spirals after losing to Midoriya in the Sports Festival. (feat. fem!Shinsou)
Additional prompts used: Pressure, Anxiety
Warning: Mental spiral
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Shinsou felt numb as she walked out of the arena, back through the tunnel she'd emerged from and into the winding halls of the stadium. She didn't have a direction in mind, just letting her feet take her far, far away from the scene of her defeat.
Eventually she found herself in a lone, empty hallway, slowing to a stop. She leaned heavily against the wall then slumped down, plopping onto the floor and pulling her knees to her chest.
Shinsou closed her eyes, her throat was tight, her eyes stung, and her head pounded from quirk overuse, but that all paled in comparison to the ache in her chest.
She lost. No, she failed.
In front of the school, the nation, and a shit ton of pro heroes. Hell, her favorite hero had seen it all, too.
She had worked so hard, had busted her ass as best as she could. She couldn't afford a trainer or a fancy gym membership. She had no one to guide her, no one to teach her martial arts. Her neighborhood was barely safe enough for her to be walking home by herself, and yet she still went out and jogged, enduring catcalls and being followed. She dealt with being watched by sketchy figures as she worked out in the local park that no good parent took their child to these days. She did her best to condition her body with the resources she had.
She had watched her competition, spoken to the hero course students just to get a small taste of their minds so she would have some sort of edge when it came time to face them. It had been so long since she used her quirk on someone else, but she let go of her hesitations today, pushing her quirk to its absolute limits until it felt like her head was about to split in half, until her vision blurred and her ears rang. She pushed and pushed and pushed herself because this was so important to her.
All of her hopes and dreams, her future, her one goal in life to be a hero. To make something of herself, to leave some positive impact on the world. Hoping that one day someone might think of her fondly, look at her and see something more than a villain in the making. All of that had been riding on doing well today, and she didn't.
She didn't even make it past the first round.
She couldn't understand it. She had him, Midoriya, in the clutches of her quirk. She had him. He was going to walk out of bounds, he was mere steps away from the line. She had won, she was going to win!
Then suddenly, for a brief moment, she felt the crushing, inexplicable pressure of multiple minds. More than she had ever held at once. And then he was free. He broke free.
Shinsou barely remembered the rest of the fight, too disoriented, too panicked and desperate. She had him, and then she didn't.
Then it was her out of bounds. Then it was her loss being announced.
She supposed it didn't matter what happened in the arena with Midoriya. She lost, and that was all that mattered.
Shinsou lost, and now nothing mattered.
This was her last chance to get into the hero course, her last shot at becoming a hero. Sure, she could try again next year, but by then she would be even further behind the hero students than she already was. Her chances at succeeding were even less then.
No, this goal, this dream of hers, it was over.
'Maybe it's better this wayā¦' a part of her mind thought. 'No one wanted me to be a hero anywayā¦'
So, now what?
Shinsou pressed her face into her knees.
She didn't know. She didn't want to go back to school after this, back to her classmates that might have cheered her on today, but would soon go back to ignoring her and sneering at her. She didn't want to go back to her home where everything was cold and silent and lonely. She didn't want to look herself in the mirror and have to wonder just what she was going to do with her life, just what her future was going to look like.
No, she just wanted to stay here and never move again. Never breathe again. She wanted to rot. She wanted to disappear-
"Hey, kid."
Shinsou hadn't heard anyone approach. She would have been startled if she wasn't so numb.
She lifted her head and looked up at the heavily bandaged man standing over her.
"ā¦what do you want?"
Little did she know that her life was about to change forever.
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since becoming a barista i have noticed a few very distinct typologies among my customers. such as:
the woke left: young and fashionable. visible tattoos. often enjoys matcha, lavender flavoring, oat milk, and cold foam. pretty decent customers.
sweet old man: drinks very sweet iced lattes, pays in cash, puts all of his change in the tip jar. sometimes orders hot coffee and i get scared that his shaky old man hands will spill it and he'll get burned but that has not yet happened and god willing never shall.
evil old man: only wants drip coffee and declares it ridiculous that any other form of coffee exists. some variants only want americanos and these variants are even scarier. watch out.
sweet old woman: might need her daughter's help to order but is very bubbly and open to trying new things. compliments baristas freely and frequently.
evil old woman: does not want coffee and only wants sweet tea or soda. will not tip even if she spends three hours in the shop repeatedly asking baristas to fetch things for her.
errand husband: either stiltedly recites an order to you or shows you the order in their texts/notes app. needs to step out of line and make a phone call if you ask any follow-up questions.
grindset girlie: always wearing scrubs, an apron, and/or a name tag. orders the exact same thing every day and knows the exact change she'll need to pay for it. her regular order is both extremely caffeinated and extremely sweet.
#mamabear: is actively wrangling two to four children while ordering. order changes repeatedly because the children cannot decide if they want a muffin or a cookie or apple juice or chocolate milk etc. for some reason these women are always wearing an article of clothing or carrying some personalized item that says "mama" on it.
schoolchildren: band of two to eight adolescents hanging out after school. extremely indecisive but generally quite polite and tip well.
amnesiac in love: grown adult who needs their partner to tell them what they like. gets asked a question about their own preferences and turns to their partner to answer for them. generally acts like a shy child looking to their guardian for behavioral cues if you try to interact with them and only wants to talk to mommy i mean their wife.
this of course is not an exhaustive list but those are just some of the most consistent Types i get. ok bye xoxo
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