Akemi let the phone drop from her hand, falls back, and sighs.

The little breath seemed so quiet in her vacant room, it made her feel all the smaller. So many things has been bothering her lately, so many added stress and pressure that she is pushed to her brim, and texting with Kai-chan...

Well, it's not nothing.

It cirtainly lifted her mood, coming up with all those emoticons just for the sake of annoying him. Just like how they, well she, used to run up and down Ringoki, and he'd taunt her by reaching the apples that she can't. She'd whine, and he's nail her in the forehead with said fruit.

It's annoying, and usually it hurts. And she totally don't miss any of that.

...She missed it.

"Come on." She says softly and examines her hands, the air in the room is cold. "Get yourself together, you have a plan, right?"

As soon as the words are out, she realizes that she doesn't. Her only plan since... ever, had been 'stay out of it'. It's always the same. Just stay still. Don't talk, don't yell, let him do whatever he wants, it'll be over and one day you'll get back at him. One day. One day. It's always 'one day'.

She wonders if she can fix anything now. She wonder if anything can be fixed somehow. She has been lying for years, perhaps not outright, but not telling, not speaking, leaving it be, leading people on... is that any different?

Her hand drops. The bed creaks as she rolled sideways, loose hair falling all over the place.

This is so messy, she doesn't even want to touch this can of worms, she don't want to fix it, and he certainly won't start. Akemi's like to think of herself as a forgiving person, but she isn't. And she is not strong enough to forgive her father; she is not strong enough to swallow her pride and take the first step and speak; she is not strong enough to fix any of this. And it's so hard to ignore the little voice in the back of her head saying:

Then don't.


The door creaks when she opens it, and Kōki steps into Akemi's room, silent.

She'd just played three major games today, it's nearly eleven and Kōki is exhausted, she's got school tomorrow and if she doesn't sleep sooner, she won't be able to stay awake for class.

Nevertheless, she fights her heavy limbs and eyelids, and makes her way to her sister's side.

The bed creaks when she sits on it. Akemi is asleep, and the shadows under her eyes looks horrible. Unlike her, Akemi never bothered to keep a healthy sleeping schedule, and never slept much nomatter schoolday or not. So it's rare to see her asleep so early, but Kōki has a feeling that it won't last.

So she waits, and watches as her sister begins to stir, Akemi always knows when she has a nightmare, and whenever she wakes up from one, she'd always be right there, a warm mug of cinnamon Coco sitting in her hand, and silent. She never says anything, and would silently tuck her in and wouldn't leave until she is asleep again. Then the next morning she'd act like nothing's happened and tease her endlessly. Kōki'd never admit it, but you really can't find a better sister than her.

Yet when Akemi sobs her heart out in the middle of the night, Kōki sleeps. And even if she hears, she turns on her bed and covers her head with the covers, wincing but never acting.

Akemi is usually called the more empathetic of the two, but Kōki can still observe, she can still deduce. And she'd observed that the shadows under Akemi's eyes are getting darker, and that she's been drinking more coffee than usual. She'd deduced that Akemi is losing sleep, and despite the obvious reasons, she'd like to be there for her sister.

Well, not without testing her mercilessly afterwards, of course. Kōki bites her lip, feeling embarrassment rising in her. On the bed her sister begin to stirr, as if dreaming. But Kōki felf her heart twist as she looks back because she knows—

Akemi never get dreams, only nightmares.


Sometimes, when the nights are cold, Akemi finds herself in familiar places.

And tonight, she stood at a school rooftop, her lunch box firmly in hand as she watched Hibiki fall.

She didn't say anything. Not even a word, she couldn't. Her throat seemed to be straining from her cries and her muscles seemed to ache, trying to move, but outwardly she is soundless, motionless.

She blinks away the tears, and suddenly, she is no longer at a rooftop but instead on stairs. She is small again. It's dark and cold and there was nothing she could do but scream as invisible hands grasps at his throat, cutting off her air until her voice dims and vision turns black.

Then she's back in the basement again. The echoing sounds of dripping blood and bone chilling cold were too familiar to be anything else. She wants to thrash and stand up, she wants to stand her ground and walk out to find mother, but her once again tiny body wouldn't allow her.

Her eyelids feels so heavy. She didn't hold on and closed them instead.

She opens them again in the backyard of Hōhana Primary School, and watches silently, quietly as her hands pulse with golden power, as the elder boy before her taunted her, teased her with a haughty look on his face, as he sneered down at her and pushed her down onto her back like he always do. Unlike Kai-Chan, the look on his face isn't very nice, and his laughs are just as unplesant.

His words scrape like knives in her ears, his fist hits her and it hurts, it hurts. She isn't quirkless, not anymore. So why is he doing this? Stop it!

The anger rose as they did back then, and all thoughts shatter into a scream. Her mind was white with anger and for a moment it's all she know. She is blind as her body crackled with her quirk, as her body moved without thinking and there vision fades out. And when it returned, the backyard was nothing but red.

She wakes so abruptly she thought she'd been slapped. Eyes wide and panting for air when there'd been no need for the excess oxygen. Usually this means stumbling to the bathroom, throwing up into the toilet bowl then spending the rest of the night typing, writing, or sketching, generally writing a ton of angsty stories and drawing away all her emotions.

But tonight the bed creaks when she didn't move, and the arm light flickers on without her touching. There sitting by her side is Kōki, quietly watching her with Smudge leaning up against her side like a little lion. The look on her face is awkward, and her fingers are twitching like they do when she is nervous and feeling the need to wring her hands together.

Instead she reaches out to the bed-side-table, hands her a steaming mug of tea, and turns away with her usual deadpan look. But Akemi could tell by her pursed lips that she is trying to just trying to school her expression. Akemi can always tell.

She holds the teacup up, breathing in the soothing steam and smiles as her sister awkwardly pats her on the back, mutters a 'see you next morning' and stands up then fled the room. She watched as the door slowly closed, leaving her on her bed with a cat purring like a plane engine next to her and a warm, steaming cup of lavender and chamomile tea with honey in hand.

She remembers her favourite tea.

Akemi smiles softly. Standing up she set the cup on her desk, and walks to the balcony of her suite. Swinging the curtains aside she stood there, simply staring out the glass before she turned around and got to work.

Hours later the clock blinked with the numbers 03:24, and Akemi's eyelids feels heavy. But with no desire to sleep she pulls out another empty ring binder, fills it with paper, changes out the empty ink refill and moved to write again.

But her pen pauses just above the paper, she is tired, and her body is screaming for her to sleep. She rubs at her eyes and sighs, dropping her pen to turn and look at the bed behind her.

The covers are warm, the bed is soft and comfortable and inviting, but the mere thought of sleeping, of going back there sickens her and Akemi turns away. She doesn't want to sleep, she is so so tired but she doesn't want to sleep.

So she stands, grabs her empty cup and walks to the little cupboard in the corner, grabs the jar of grinned coffee beans and quietly waits as the machine gets to work. Minutes later saw her walking back to the table with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, and she picks up her pen to get to work again.

She doesn't want to sleep. The coffee helped and her mind is slowly clearing as Akemi carefully used her quirk to keep herself energized, the tiredness fades into the background and it's easy to listen when her mind is whispering.

Then don't.


Current Poll Results~ (from both the poll and the reviews)

Akemi's paring:

Todoroki Shouto: 16

Midoriya Izuku: 2

Iida Tenya: 3

Seiba Hiroi: 0

Ueno Hibiki: 3

Bakugou Katsuki: 3

Iida Tensei: 1

Others (Please state in review!)


Hibiki's pairing:

Todoroki Shouto: 0

Midoriya Izuku: 0

Iida Tenya: 4

Seiba Hiroi: 0

Kimura Akemi: 3

Shinsou Hitoshi: 6

Others (Please state in review!)


Ooh god, this is one dark chapter.

I've had this idea for a long time, and had it planned for a long time. I'll leave you guys to figure out what exactly the dream was implying, but I think it's pretty obvious... Please don't hunt me down and kill me!

I mean, there has to be some sort of blackmail Geikyo is holding over Akemi, right? I know this is a little dark, but hey, I looooove angst. As I was planning this out I was like: Wouldn't this make Akemi a little Mary-Sue-ish? Then I listed out a full list of stuff Akemi is supposedly good at, and the stuff she sucks at, made some adjustments, and passed this plot.

A little warning though, while this story started off goofy and funny, I am the kind of writer to show the darkest sides of humanity or whatever, meaning there's going to be a lot of dark thought, teenage problems, PTSD, insomnia, depression, and things like that involved. So... *Checks the current very dark chapter I'm writing* *That is chapter 164 by the way.* *Now I'm no longer stuck I am so tempted to post all of them at once but I still need to double check everything.* Yeah. Since Kamino's just after the summer camp, brace yourselves.

Onto the comment replies!

To darkpaladin89: Akemi: *sulks*