it's midnight hohoho—
yeye time for a new chapter!! i highkey forgot it was Saturday (my upload day, in case you haven't noticed) so this is a little late but it's fine we're fine.
[tw: (past/mentioned) panic attacks, (past/mentioned) bullying, Quirk racism (????), just kind of racism in general, paranoia (kind of), nightmares]
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Mina Ashido was the happy-go-lucky airhead of Class 1-A, the one who brightens everyone's day with her jokes, dancing, and overall bright demeanor. She wasn't the best in her studies, and she often laughed them off despite her frustration with her grades, but she studied well with the right tutor, and was overall very determined and hard-working.
She was also pink. Not just her personality, which practically defined the color. But her skin was pink— yellow horns sat atop her head, and the sclera of her eyes was black. She was different from the others, physically speaking. It was a painfully obvious fact, and one she was all too aware of.
She was known to look down upon bullying, something that was especially well-known in junior high. Bullies often feared her and tried to keep their distance. They didn't know that in primary school, little kids would make fun of her skin color, her eyes, her differences. They didn't know that she could still feel her classmates tugging on her horns, her hair, still hear their laughter as they colored harshly with blunt crayons on her skin.
They were just little kids, and it was long ago, but she still had panic attacks because of them. They were the reason why she grew so strong, why the bullies began to fear her presence. She learned to defend herself from the bad kids, but she couldn't defend herself from the nightmares that plagued her all the time.
She found herself pathetic as she cried nightly, wishing that she had a different Quirk, that the people on the bus and in the streets didn't stare at her, or mutter quietly amongst themselves. Sometimes it wasn't even about her, but she was so hyperaware of the way she looked that the words got twisted and their faces distorted into something mean and ugly and terrifying.
She always ran off of the bus, faster than the people could follow.
Mina Ashido knew it was sad and pathetic as she wished her skin wasn't pink and her eyes were normal and she was normal, but she could still feel the kids coloring and tugging on her and hear their laughter and see the teacher doing nothing, and she knew it was sad to still have nightmares about it years later when she could defend herself, and she knew it was sad to cry in front of the mirror sometimes, but she was sad and pathetic. Still, she wanted to be a hero so no one else had to go through that.
Because she was still going through it, and it hurts.
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i— this was sad. sadder than usual? i think?
this kind of ties into current events, oops. that wasn't entirely intentional. i don't have much to say today, though, so... yeah. sorry, haha! also, this is the last girl of Class 1-A! how did it all fly by? anyways...
have a nice day/night! :)
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