Chapter 2:
Mirai watched with glee. Those people, her classmates, were in awe of her second form. Class. People her age. It all made her sick to her stomach. The only reprieve she found was a single familiar face. He seemed disinterested as always. Mirai has heard his face had gotten badly burned, but this was more severe than she imagined. A small twinge rocked her heart in its waves.
That single burn mark was the closest she could come. A faint resemblance to his older brother. The thought made her shiver involuntarily. The whole ordeal was a mess she'd rather forget.
Mirai grew tired. The apprehension. The attention. Her teeth ached. With a level headedness she forgot she could hold she asked for class to begin.
Just two more years.
"Mirai" She froze.
The owner of the voice obvious but still causing a small panic. She was taking too long to turn, each second making it even harder to face the figure behind her. So, she did the most logical thing:
She ran.
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When she finally came to a sharp halt her lungs were burning. She looked around unable to recognize her surroundings. With a sigh she ran her fingers through windblown hair frowning at the knots. Things were easier as a fox. Nodding determined to find her way she slowly stretched out until she was on all fours morphing from human to animal. At least as a fox she had a better sense of direction.
Arriving back took no time at all being as she was just behind the dorms by a few yards. It was now dark, leaping up enough to push at the door it swung just enough so she could slip through. A few people were in the living room, most likely finishing homework before dinner. Mirai paused to watch them interact. Padding over she leaps onto the table startling the group.
"Mirai? Uhm. Todoroki was looking for you." The girl with long black hair declared. Her eye browns scrunch up.
Mirai nods eyes lingering on the papers at her feet.
"We can catch you up later if you'd like." The frog like girl speaks.
Again, Mirai bobs her head before dashing off to find Shoto. People are weird. Classes are weird. Why was she here again? Mirai stopped to rub her face into the carpet. Animals could get headaches, who knew.
"You didn't have to run off Mirai." Shoto scooped her up into his arms earning a growl.
He sits down careful not to jostle her. Rain pelts the windows and the sound of two boys fighting from the kitchen make this place feel almost like a home. Mirai yawns, no doubt showing off her sharp teeth. Her body begins to vibrate as she purrs and grows drowsy. Another warm body, her weakness. This is probably the most relaxed she has ever felt. No parents to nag her. No fiancé to bother her.
The fur on her back raised.
"Mira?"
Hopping from Shoto to a plush chair across the way, Mirai morphed back into human form.
"What do you want Shoto?" She now felt irritated. Everything always had to be too much. Too loud, too complicated, too much for such a young girl. It pissed her off to no avail and the suffocation it brought was deafening.
"Shoto, can we not talk about the past? I-I don't want to feel it again." She was crumbling inside. All the ghost and monster that she'd hide from were lurking over her, just waiting to strike. Mirai didn't want to live in that past. She was given a new opportunity to live when they caught her. She only hoped she would be given what was promised.
Mirai smiled at Shoto, holding her hand out, she anticipated the warmth it would bring and promptly melted into the touch. Throughout all this she could relax knowing a childhood friend's touch was in her grasp.
"I don't want to be a monster anymore."