Day Three: Ink/Overblot
There was no such thing as a perfect spell. Many a teacher had said so before. So why didn't she listen? Why did she think her 'quirk' would be any different? Because the Dark Mirror hadn't acknowledged it as magic? Even with all her self-study of her peculiar power, Kokoro could never have predicted this. The signs had been there, she just had been blind to them. Hardly eating, barely sleeping, having memories that certainly weren't hers to start with, and feeling as though a large weight was on her chest.
Was this the price of saving almost all the dorm leaders and Jamil at least once? If so… it was one she would pay for again and again. Their burdens were heavy, of that there was little doubt. To abandon them when they needed help the most… was something Kokoro never entertained in her heart, regardless of how they treated her beforehand.
To this end, she thought it would be best to keep silent; hiding the pain that ate at her day after day. Hindering any of them was the last thing she wanted. Not wanting to face them at her weakest, Kokoro spoke not a word of her troubles, not even to her closest friends. Only when her fall was nearly upon her did they discover her dark secret.
So I don't recall if the teachers had said anything about perfect spells being non-existent, though I would hope they would tell their students that. (Fun fact: I originally planned on Leona being the one to tell Kokoro that; until I remembered she hadn't been around to hear him say that. XD) Anyway, I hope you liked this!