It was black like the night.

According to the baby pictures, her hair was black. A shiny black, a pretty black. Long, too. Boys would've grabbed at it, she's sure of it. Girls would've been jealous of it, she's sure of it.

Her skin was tan, almost like a caramel. Her eyes were a green tea color. They were so pleasant, so sparkly. Full of life and joy and sugar and rainbows. They were the eyes of whimsy. They were happiness.

She found herself wondering about all the changes she has never seen. Did she have freckles like Midoriya? Did her eyes become sharper like Bakugou's? Or were they wide and optimistic like Ashido's? Was her skin still smooth? Everything felt smooth, but she couldn't be sure. Feeling is one thing, but seeing is another. Seeing is believing, right? Was her hair still black? Was everything truly like it was in the past?

Of course not. Of course it wasn't, silly girl. Tooru Hagakure knew that but she still wondered. She still wondered and pondered because that Tooru Hagakure is not this Tooru Hagakure. Different beings, they were, and one of them is the truth. The other, a lie. And honestly, the current her has to be the real her, right? The current her is clear, like a mirror. Seen through by all. That is the real her.

(But is the real her truly real?)

Seeing is still believing and Tooru doesn't know if she can believe anymore. The ability to trust herself has diminished with her ability to believe. For if she can see everyone, but she cannot be seen, then she was not true. Her sweet voice, her lovely voice was false. The joyous skips to Class 1-A were false. Her friendships, her achievements, her personality was false.

Tooru Hagakure was false.

Even the tears the drip onto a torn picture were false.


i love hagakure and there needs to be more fanfics with/about her.