Dear Diary,
Today's morning arrived with the familiar smell of my darling. Okay, that sounds weird when it's written down like that. What I meant was that I woke up with Pawn's jacket wrapped around me. He must've seen me shivering at night again. I felt kinda bad seeing him with his arms up his sleeves opposite me, hugging himself for warmth. Not bad enough to return it though.
I buried myself into the jacket, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. I tried to stay as still and quiet as possible, watching him sleep from under its thick hood. I wouldn't want him to notice me like this, after all. I think I'd die on the spot if he noticed this huge, ugly smile that had creeped up on my face. He'd think I was a pervert or something!
I glanced back to see that the rest of the group were knocked out too. Knight had both headphones and a blindfold on, truly dead to the world. Bishop was openly snoring, slumped over against King. That probably hurt too, with the way the freshly pruned thorns of her hair would dig into you. I'd made that mistake once and never again. It was kind of a shame King's skin didn't break as easy as most people, though. I wouldn't have minded seeing a little - no! No, I wouldn't. Ignore that part, Diary. I didn't really mean it.
Ultimately, none of them were as pretty as my darling. The sun had just started to rise, the sunlight filtering through the window and hitting his face just right. He looked like… an angel. I sighed to myself in bliss, sinking further into the car seat as I watched him just breathe. He was cool all the time, of course. When he was all cold and calculating, or when he was hot and angry, or when he was all jokes and lightness. All of it was good, but this was my favorite of the faces he wore. All the tension on his face bled away when he slept, all the hard edges and frowns. He looked at peace.
Wait! I slapped myself on both cheeks in horror, pulling at my stupid treacherous face. That smile was super creepy, Rook! Get a hold of yourself, young lady! Ugh. Bishop was nice, but I really wish there was another girl on our team who really got it, you know? Someone to talk with about this stuff. I'd tried with Big, but she'd just run away from me. I still had no clue how Pawn always managed to get her to play along with him.
At the very least, I'll always have you, Diary. Promise never to spill my secrets, okay?
A knock came at the window, startling me out of my thoughts. Oh, darn. A police man was leaning into the glass, a frown on his face. I hadn't wanted to use up a vial so quickly, but waking Knight up this early would probably be way more trouble than it was worth. I reached into my jacket sleeve as the man knocked again, louder this time.
I press my fingers onto the rings of the bracelet around my wrist, feeling for the groove I was looking for… there. I pressed into the bracelet and suppressed the wince of pain that followed as a needle pierced skin, injecting a vial directly into my bloodstream. I still preferred to drink the blood if I could, but I couldn't deny this way was quicker. I really didn't want to have the eggheads chasing me again for further "product testing", though. Maybe I'd just lie and say it didn't work.
"Ma,am!" The officer finally spoke, putting one hand to the glass to look in past the condensation.
Within seconds I'd changed, my skin now drooping and bones aching like I'd aged 50 years in an instant. Ugh. Nevermind, it was good I'd got to get rid of this vial early. This one sucked.
I finally sat up, rubbing at my eyes like I'd just woken up. I rolled the windows down, squinting up at the officer.
"Yes, dearie?" I said, suppressing a fake yawn.
"Ah. I apologize, ma'am. I didn't realize you were -"
I raised one finger to my lips, scowling. "Keep it down, young man! My little ones are still sleeping, can't you see?"
He looked past me at the car full of teenagers. Specifically, the blond, purple, and green heads of hair lying against each other in the car. Then, back to me. Heheh. He looked so confused! Oh, wait, that was probably bad.
"I… see. These are all your… well, grand children?"
"Excuse me, whippersnapper? I'm their mother! Why I oughta…" I reached back, miming like I was going to pick up a cane.
"I- I- apologize! I didn't mean to assume, really - "
"The absolute nerve! Who's your supervisor, huh, Sonny?"
Another pair of boots came crunching through the snow, an older looking police man comes up to the car. Oh. I hadn't expected him to actually have a supervisor.
"That would be me, ma'am. I apologize for any offense caused, but I believe Officer Tanaka here just wanted to let you know you can't be sleeping here."
"Since when? I can't keep track of all these new fangled laws anymore." I said, digging one finger into my ear. Which I promptly stopped, remembering too late that old peoples' ears were gross. Blech.
"Since… look, ma'am, I apologize. It's illegal to use public property to stay overnight."
"It's my damn car!" I said, but I was starting to think I'd messed up. The granny act was usually enough to scare off the rookies that ran these crack of dawn beats, but this guy looked a little too persistent for me to bluff my way past.
"I understand ma'am, but you're parked on public property. Could I ask you for your driver's license?"
Darn. Pawn would get mad at me if I killed them, and Knight would kill me if I woke him up just for this. Maybe I could kill them halfway? Just cut them a little bit? A hand started creeping downwards towards the knife I'd hidden in my boot, projecting the way I'd have to move to cut through them.
My tongue ran over my lips subconsciously, instantly thirsty for the taste of blood on my lips again. Fresh blood, not stuff that'd been kept in bags or vials, straight from the source. I placed the other hand against the car door, waiting for the first bloodbag to get just a little closer, close enough for me to slam -
"Officers, she's kidnapped us! Please, you've gotta help us!" A shrill voice yelled from behind me, breaking me out of my fugue.
"Huh?" "What did you - "
"Kindly forget you ever saw us and fuck off, will you?"
The policemen's eyes went blank as they stepped away, continuing on their route. I listened to the faded sound of their boots crunching in the snow fade, feeling my heartbeat gradually slow again. Oh. I'd almost been bad.
"Who the hell is shouting at - " Pawn grumbled from beside me, stirring awake.
A pit opened in my stomach as he came to with the rest of the car, looking around blearily. He hadn't seen, had he? He didn't know? If he did, then, he'd think I was being bad again. I- I'd been so good lately, for so long. I didn't -
"Some cops came around, had to scare 'em off. Don't worry about it." Knight said, meeting my panicked gaze. He winked, and my heartbeat began to slow. Okay. Everything was okay, Rook. Nobody knew.
"Isn't that the point of having Rook on the driver seat? Were you not transformed?" Pawn said.
"Uhm. Sorry. I didn't think they'd check up on us this early." I mumbled, fidgeting with myself.
"Right." Pawn sighs, sitting up and stretching. "They issued you the old lady again, huh?"
Oh. I was still in disguise. I focused for a moment, turning the excess skin and fat hanging off my body into goo as I morphed back to my natural state.
"I'm honestly surprised she's still alive. She's been donating blood for what, 3 years?" Knight asks.
"Average lifespan's on the up, you know. Wouldn't be surprised if she lived past 100, with all the new types of quirks that pop up nowadays." Pawn replied absentmindedly.
"Huh. Think someone will be born with a… resurrection quirk or something?"
I listened to the two get sucked into their own conversation with a frown. I hated when they talked about stuff like this, stuff I couldn't contribute anything to. I'd tried once, to read up on quirk science and stuff, but it was so boring. Who cared about what some stuffy old scientists said our quirks could or couldn't do when we could find out for ourselves?
"Wouldn't be surprised. They probably wouldn't see the light of day with a quirk like that, though. Everybody who's anybody will want a piece."
"Including us, huh?"
"Including us."
"What do you mean, sir Pawn?" Bishop said, and the two jolt in surprise. She'd woken up sometime during the conversation, now tilting her head in confusion. "That they wouldn't see the light of day. Would those born blessed with powerful quirks not become the greatest of our heroes?"
"Uh - " Pawn said, diligently avoiding meeting King's now murderous glare. "I just meant they'd be stuck down in the lab, Bishop. You know how the eggheads are, right? They'd never let them go without a million 'situational assessments'."
"Oh, yes! Do you remember when they made you copy my quirk, sir Pawn?" Bishops replied, giggling.
Pawn shuddered, shaking his head. "As much as I don't want to, yes. I definitely do."
It was silly, almost, to try and preserve her innocence in all this. To let her keep her head up in the clouds and far, far away from all the violence and bloodshed that came with this job. But I couldn't deny that something in me wanted to keep her that way for as long as we possibly could. It was the only thing all of us could always agree on, regardless of our other difference. Well, as long as my darling didn't spend too much time focusing on her, of course. A maiden is always entitled to a bit of petty jealousy, after all.
"Enough yapping." King finally chimed in, all business. "I want to know how we're doing this shit. We don't got all fucking day here, remember?"
"I'm not sure what we're planning to do, exactly." Knight said. "All we know is she's linked to this Akiyama. Even if they are the same person, we can't exactly off a mayoral candidate live on air."
"If Mother's planning something big, big enough for the big guy upstairs to send us after, it's going to leave a trail. She's going to need manpower, weapons, resources. All stuff any nosy individual could find with a little bit of time and effort." Pawn said, that confident smile of his sliding back onto his face like it'd never left.
"We're splitting up, then?" Bishops asked, fidgeting nervously. She could be such a scaredy cat sometimes, even after all this time.
"Yep. Knight and Rook will check out the rally itself, see if they can pick up any clues. Confirm if Akiyama's really connected to Mother or if that lead's a dud."
I glanced back at Knight, biting at my lip. I couldn't get a read on his expression. He always acted so unbothered, like he couldn't care in the slightest what we did or said. Why had he covered for me? There was nothing in it for him. We weren't even friends, not really. Someone I'd die fighting alongside with if and when it came down to it, but not friends.
"Rook?" Pawn said suddenly, snapping me back to attention.
"H-Huh, what?"
"I asked you if you had enough vials left to last you the week." He said slowly, frowning.
"Oh! Um, yep! I'm okay." I said, heart pounding a mile a minute. Come on, me. Keep yourself together.
"Right. In the meantime, the rest of us will hit the ground. Try to connect with the locals, find their hideouts and recruitment centers. Textbook stuff."
"That'll take too long." King said, raising his chin. "I'm not here to be led on a wild goose chase by some random thugs, leech. We know she's connected to Akiyama. We attack her, Mother will respond, show herself to us in some way."
Pawn sighs, turning to frown at him. "Didn't you just say you didn't want to go in without a plan? We don't even know what their relation is, if there even is one."
"This is a fucking plan. Step one, try to kill Akiyama. Step two, kill whoever tries to stop me. It's not like she can do shit to us with Eye Bags over there watching our backs."
"Bold of you to assume that I'd bother to stop her." Knight snarks, looking half asleep already. "I think spending some time as a mommy's boy would help you learn some manners, personally."
"You want to die, asshole?" King growls, shifting like he was about to lunge over the car seat.
"No. I'm lead on this, and I'm calling that we do this properly. We're not running headfirst into a trap. I'm not risking it. You okay with that?" Pawn snapped, finally putting his foot down. The group tensed momentarily, glances darting between the two.
King grits his teeth, visibly holding himself back from saying something we'd all regret. He finally deflates, slouching into his seat.
"Yeah, alright."
"Great. Rook, Knight. You know the drill. The rally's probably setting up down this street. See if you can't scout it out ahead of time, get some extra info. Figure out if the Akiyama lead's a dud or not."
"Aye, aye captain." Knight stepped out of the car with a lazy salute, closing it behind him.
I hesitated at my own door, putting a hand on the handle. He hadn't seen, Rook. Everything was still ok. He still thought you were being good.
I turned, flashing the brightest grin I had at Pawn. Everything was ok.
"See you later, darling!"
Pawn gave me a half-smile and wave as I closed the car door, skipping after Knight.
"Smooth." He said, hands in his pockets. "Hey, you think they got a starbucks around here?"
"Since when do you like starbucks?" I said, the sheer oddity of someone like him craving a frappe pulling me up short.
"I don't. I just know you literally won't drink anything else."
I pouted, but I couldn't exactly refute that. He started walking again, leaving me to suddenly realize I'd completely forgotten about asking him why he'd covered for me. Argh, why was he so annoying?! I started running after him, huffing internally.
I still hadn't managed to ask him about it 30 minutes later, when we arrived in front of the rally. Or the beginnings of the rally, at least. There wasn't much setup, with a crew pulling equipment out of trucks and setting up a makeshift stage. My eyes wandered over them, looking for a possible in.
"Not a whole lot of people here, huh? You'd think a potential mayor'd get better press." Knight said, eyes sliding to the other end of the cramped parking lot. A singular press van, it's driver asleep at the wheel.
"I dunno, never been to one of these."
"Hm. In that case, this might be easier than we'd thought." Knight started walking over to the van, knocking on its window roughly.
The man startled awake, rolling down the window and squinting out of it.
"What the - what are you kids doing here?"
"Sorry, mister. You wouldn't happen to be a reporter, would you?" Knight asked innocently. Or as innocently as he could, given the deadpan expression on his face.
"What's it t- " The man's eyes went blank, cut off mid-sentence.
"Come along with us, won't you? At a reasonable distance, don't make people think you're a pedophile or something."
"Huh." I said, watching the man step out of the van. "That easy?"
"That easy." Knight said, continuing on his nonchalant stroll away from the warehouse.
"Did I even need to be here for this? Maybe I should've gone to help Pawn instead." I said, catching up to him.
"He'll be fine. He's a jackass, but he wouldn't have lived this long if he didn't know what he was doing."
Hm. I scrutinized him for a second, frown narrowing deeper as I thought about it.
"What?" He said, looking at me warily.
"You know, you're very similar to him."
He scoffed. "Somehow, I very much doubt that."
"That's exactly what he said! With the scoff and eyeroll and everything!" I said, pointing at him.
"Wait- you talked about me? With Pawn?" He said, suddenly turning to stare at me.
I shrugged. What was he getting so flustered for?
"No more than anybody else. You know how he is. He worries about everybody, in his own way."
He nodded after a moment, looking away again.
"He shouldn't." He finally said, taking a long sip of his coffee. Ew. I had no idea how he could down that motor oil like it was nothing. "He's not responsible for all of us just because he's been here the longest."
"He feels like that though, even when we don't ask him to." I said, feeling my cheeks turn red against my will. "He wouldn't be Pawn if he didn't."
Knight wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Wait, how did this conversation end up with me complimenting that asshole?"
We turned a corner, coming out into a vacant back alley.
"He said that too, ya know." I snicker at the memory of it, at the expression Pawn would make if I told him about this. They really were too alike for their own goods.
"What, you two get together and gossip about me? Do you paint his nails too, or what?" Knight scoffed, turning and waving our new reporter friend forward into the alleyway.
I skipped over to him, whirling around and slamming my leg into the back of his. I followed his crumple down onto the ground, blade coming out to just prick his neck ever so slightly. The thinnest sliver of blood runs down the blade, and a familiar thirst comes roaring back to life at the back of my throat. The man gasped to life again, his instinctual struggling smothered instantly by the feeling of bare metal against flesh. I couldn't help but giggle, leaning my weight forward to pin his body to the ground.
"Shh. This will be over in just a second, okay?" I whispered, a familiar heat growing in me as I took in the pure fear on his face. Did you know, Diary, that the average adult male contains 1.5 gallons of blood? I could have all that, all for free. It'd just take another nick at just the right place, and it'd be mine. Nobody would even know.
"Rook." Knight said, and I froze in place. I'd forgotten he was here, somehow. "Does Pawn want to go to UA or Shiketsu? You know, once we graduate."
"Huh?" I turned, fro -
I blinked. I wasn't in the alleyway anymore, or in my own body. My hands were now long and wiry, and I was definitely quite a bit further away from the floor. I'd become the reporter. Oh.
"Sorry." Knight said to my right, not sounding the least bit apologetic. "Hey, did you a favor though. Helped you skip through the boring part."
I didn't respond, still staring down at my hands. Oh, darn. I'd nearly done it again, hadn't I? At least Pawn hadn't seen, I supposed.
The sound of scattered applause drew my eyes up to the stage, where a woman was waving out at the crowd. There were twice more people here than there were seats, with people standing or leaning over from opposing buildings to watch her talk. There still weren't any new news vans or reporters though, aside from us.
"Good morning, everyone!" she began, projecting her voice to the edges of the parking lot. "Thank you for joining me today. I deeply appreciate your dedication to our cause."
I watched her from my borrowed body, my hands reflexively fidgeting with the hem of the reporter's coat. Knight was tapping away on a phone he didn't have before, head down.
"As many of you know intimately, this was once a source of jobs for our community," Akiyama continued, gesturing to the dilapidated structure behind her. "But thanks to the reckless actions of one of our so-called heroes, it's now just a shell of its former self. Jetstream destroyed entire buildings to catch a common thief, and our government praises his actions as heroic! But who was it that suffered the consequences of that? Dozens of hardworking men and women lost their jobs, their livelihoods, all because some hero couldn't control their Quirk!"
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. Knight seemed to be taking mental notes, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"Heroes are supposed to protect us," Akiyama said, her voice growing more passionate as she gained momentum. "But who protects us from the heroes? Who holds them accountable when they destroy our homes and businesses? It's time for a change. It's time for someone to stand up and say, 'Enough is enough!'"
The crowd's response was enthusiastic, scores of yelling and applause sounding out from the crowd. Akiyama smiled, letting the applause wash over her.
"She's not going to make it." Knight finally said, whispering to me. Akiyama continues her tirade above us, going on about accountability and responsibility or whatever.
"Hm?"
"She's not going to become mayor. She's coming in below 20% on the polls." He said, tilting his phone towards me.
"Really? But there's so many people here."
"Drop in the bucket compared to the entire population. Hell, below 20%'s a damn feat, considering her positions. Anti-Hero policies just don't fly, not with the way people worship the ground they walk on. It's not going to win votes, no matter who's saying it." Knight mutters, looking up as Akiyama continued.
"But it's not anti-hero. She just wants them to be a little more careful. Right?" At least, I thought that was what she was saying.
"Same thing, in people's eyes. Only takes one person to say it for a label to stick." Knight said, a sudden weary look in his eyes.
Our whisper conversation died as she entered the tail end of her speech, voice picking up volume again.
"What we need is accountability! I ask you, citizens, when is the last time the HPSC protected us from the heroes? When was the last time they actually did their jobs, instead of covering up after them?" The crowd's murmuring grew louder, agitated. Huh. I wondered how she'd react if I told her what we were.
"We need leaders who will stand up for the common people, who will demand accountability from those who wield power recklessly! We need to take our city back! Are you with me?"
The crowd's response was a mix of cheers and angry shouts, though I couldn't really make out what they were shouting about. Akiyama smiled, basking in the support before stepping down from the makeshift stage. As she mingled with the crowd, Knight nudged me, nodding toward her. Right.
"Excuse me, Miss Akiyama," I approached, adopting the reporter's professional tone. Easy as pie. "Could we have a few minutes of your time for an interview? We'd love to get more in-depth insights on your campaign and vision for the city."
Akiyama turned to us, her expression softening. "Of course. I'd be happy to. Excuse me, everyone! I'll be right back!"
We followed her away from the lingering crowd, towards a backroom of the stage. She gestured for us to sit at a small table, an ugly makeshift thing the workers had probably put together this morning. Knight took a seat immediately, sighing in relief.
"Oi, brat!" I snapped at him, shooing him away. "Show some respect for your elders, would you? Please, Ms. Akiyama."
I gestured for her to sit instead, smiling. Knight shot me a deadpan look as he stood up, making way for her.
She laughed, waving her hand. "It's fine, Mr…"
"Nishida."
"Mr. Nishida. It's fine, really. I think it's quite impressive that you're involved in journalism at your age, young man." She said, kneeling slightly to meet Knight's eye level.
Knight's eyebrow violently twitched as I hid a snicker, grinning behind her.
"Uh, yeah. Just really… interested in the local political process."
"Magnificent! I wish my nephew was more like you!" She said, reaching over to ruffle his head.
It took everything in me to keep a straight face at the look on Knight's face, looking flustered for the first time in what felt like forever. Akiyama sat, and I sat across her with Knight. He glared at me as I sidled in with him, shaking his head.
"Fair play, Rook. I suppose I deserved that." He whispered, sidling in to make space for me.
"So, what would you like to know?" Akiyama asked, her eyes still bright with fervor.
Right. It was time to do what I did best. It was no use having the body of somebody if you couldn't become them.
"That was a good speech, Ms. Akiyama. We were particularly interested by your views on the HPSC and how you plan to implement the changes you're advocating for," I began, watching her reaction carefully. The reporter would've angled his pen towards his pad, would've had that slightly condescending yet pathetic lilt to his questions, and so I did that too. He would've had that air of resignation about him, the result of big dreams of journalism being dashed by the harsh realities of tabloids and puff pieces.
He would've also let his eyes linger a little too long at Akiyama's chest too, but that was kinda gross so I didn't do that part.
She launched into a detailed explanation of her policies, quickly turning into a stream of big words that I couldn't make heads or tails of. The reporter would've though, so I kept going, coming up with increasingly aggressive questions to write my little puff piece about the worst mayoral candidate in the race. Luckily Knight seemed to be paying attention, staring intently at her. I peppered her with a few more questions, watching Knight's expression to tell when to push further or pull back.
"Ms. Akiyama, could I ask something?" He finally said, joining the conversation.
"Of course!"
Knight leaned forward, his tone softening. "We're trying to get to the bottom of some serious issues in the city, Ms. Akiyama. We have sources that suggest there are deeper connections at play here. Connections to a certain 'Mother.'"
Akiyama's smile faltered. "I'm not sure what you mean."
I stepped in, adopting a more aggressive stance. If there was anything in her expression, some tell that she knew what we were talking about, Knight would catch it.
"Come on, Ms. Akiyama. Everyone knows politics isn't clean. Who are you really working for? Who's pulling the strings?"
She bristled. "I run a clean campaign, Mr. Nishida. My work is for the people, and only for them."
Knight nodded sympathetically. "We understand, Ms. Akiyama. But sometimes good people get caught up in bad situations. Maybe you were pressured? Maybe someone close to you was threatened?"
Akiyama's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're insinuating, but I am not involved with any criminals."
I leaned forward, my voice sharp. "What about 'Mother'? You expect us to believe you don't know her? That you've never heard that name?"
Akiyama's face tightened, but she said nothing. Knight sighed, shaking his head.
"You see, Ms. Akiyama," Knight said, his tone almost pitying, "it's better to be honest with us now. If we find out later that you were hiding something, it won't look good for you or your campaign."
"I think we're done here, Mr. Nishida." She suddenly stood, glaring at me. "And let me just say, shame on you. Feel free to write your inflammatory nonsense, but to drag children into your dirty work is utterly despicable."
Wow. If only she knew the kind of person she was so passionately defending the "innocence" of. I supposed we didn't have much of a choice but to fall back on Knight's quirk, to bring her somewhere we could properly interrogate her. I went to signal him, when the sound of screaming snapped all our heads back to the crowd outside.
"Stay with her," I said to Knight, stepping forward to investigate.
I moved toward the noise, the sound of the chaos growing louder. It sounded like people were running, crushing through the narrow alleyways around us to escape something.
"Akiyama!" Someone yelled from far above us. Huh. It almost sounded like a plane or something, the wind picking up around me as something approached us faster than I could -
A sudden explosion of air burst through the wall, forcing me to leap backward to avoid the debris.
Through the newly created hole in the wall floated a man clad in a silver body suit with blue accents, a long cape flowing behind him. A domino mask covered a face filled with barely concealed fury as the man's gaze swept across the backstage area, ignoring me entirely.
His eyes landed on Knight, standing over Ms. Akiyama, and a smile spread across his face.
He stepped past me, and that's when I saw it.
At the base of the back of his neck, just barely peeking out from the clasp of his cape, was the glowing tattoo of a moth.
Ah, shit.
Nakamura,
Found what you wanted.
Hope you know what you're doing, getting involved in this shit.
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Dear Diary,
Today I met a boy. But this one - and keep this only between us, okay? - was special. He's really tall and kinda gangly, and he has a super weird name, but he told me my quirk wasn't ugly or nasty or scary at all! Can you believe it? I couldn't really either, not at first.
Do you remember Nacchan? He told me all those pretty lies too, pretty words spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall of sugary sweetness. And then when I came behind school to meet him, him and his friends pointed and laughed and laughed and laughed. It's funny, Diary. For such a mean boy, he really did taste sweet in the end. Oh darn, maybe I shouldn't have started talking about him, Diary. I'm all sad and hungry now. What was I talking about before that? Oh!
The boy's name, the one he told me, was Pawn. I asked him why he didn't have a normal name, like me, and he said he didn't know any other. Don't you think that's sad, Diary? I told him he should give himself one, and he said he liked his name just fine. I think I'm still going to think of one for him, though. Just in case he changes his mind. I think he looks like a Kaito, or a Subaru. I'll have to keep thinking, though. I want it to be absolutely perfect first.
Pawn said his quirk was scary too, that people didn't like having someone copy their quirks. Copy what made them special. It made them get really mad, just like they did when I used mine. That there wasn't anything wrong with our quirks or us, but with everyone else. Is that true, Diary? Were all those doctors and adults wrong about me? I think that I might want it to be true. I want to be big and strong just like him, confident enough to tell everybody in the world they were wrong about him.
He said he'd take care of me, Diary. That he'll protect me. I don't think anyone's ever told me that before.
And remember, tell nobody ok? He said this was a super secret meeting just between us. Eeek!
Yours truly,
Himiko-chan!
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