Prologue
You were dead.
Your pale hand sits emptily in front of your gaze.
You are dead, you correct yourself. It's as simple as that. Only, it wasn't so simple, considering your memories of your apparent death is as clear as mud. Everything about you is as clear as mud.
You look around the shady alleyway you stand upon and gather your thoughts. The alleyway is dingy and damp. There's no one around to see the vivid splatter of flesh beneath the soles of your shoes. It looks dried and rotten, but it does not tarnish your pristine brown translucent shoes. Nothing. Your grey uniform is clean, crisp, and translucent.
Everything about you is translucent. Your whole person is translucent, and this doesn't bother you. The brick floor below you shows its desaturated colors through your feet and your hands. It's like piled on layers of tissue. Like a good pack of Kleenex, you add. Your hands feel light and feather-like to touch; almost nothing. You explore your surroundings further with muted senses. A glare of reflected light, and you see the outline of your appearance.
You look averagely Japanese at most. Your hair is kept to a short bob cut, with dark eyebrows on the thick side complimenting your tawny eyes. You're in some sort of uniform, but cannot remember what for. The gore behind you reflects on the glass, but you can't remember what happened.
You intently stare at your reflection, barely even a reflection, and really wonder.
What happened to you? Who are you?
You don't know your name, but you know what a Kleenex tissue feels like. Why is that?
You feel a burning sense of curiosity. It's better than feeling apathetic.
You begin walk out of the alleyway in search for answers.
Lol just posting a plot bunny for bnha. It's a first for me! I dont have an update sched for this, and have only a vague concept of the whole story proper. If I do write more, it'll mostly be in drabble format.
I would love to hear your thoughts about this!