I've trained, I've adapted, I've honed. I haven't perfected it...I don't want to perfect it. I'm afraid of what'll happen to me.
Despite doing all of this just to keep up a false claim, I...hate my Quirk. It wasn't so bad when I was younger, but now...it feels like it's not my own anymore, it makes combat better yet it makes me feel sick.
Death isn't far off, she's getting impatient with the cheats and broken promises. I want to give myself to her, but I can't...not until all my work is finished this lifetime.
"Kamilah!"
I looked up from the pavement to meet teal blue eyes, emitting annoyance.
"Were you even listening to me?"
"Oh...I guess I spaced out. Sorry, bro."
Hakim sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "What am I gonna do with you, sis? You plan on being a doctor and a hero...yet who knows how many lives will slip through your hands if you don't pay full attention."
"I know, Hak-...Hatif. With transferring to U.A. and getting used to everything...everyone...a lot has been on my mind. Cut me some slack."
"You've got a point...but you did say you can do this so pull yourself together, and listen."
I nodded, "I hear you now."
"First of all...where's your hero costume, ma'am?"
I deadpanned, "My designer is a bit busy so there will be a delay on that. I hope jean overalls, a mauve t-shirt, and Nike's would do," I said as I rubbed the flying stray strands up into my bun.
"Eh? Have you planned out how you want it?"
"I told him not to make me look fat in it," I replied which Hakim facepalmed, a sweat drop sliding down his face.
"Even if that part matters least to you, it's still important on how you present yourself to society, Kamilah. You have to wear your costume with confidence, your costume has to mean something to the people, your colors and design."
"Didn't think people really thought that hard about it, but okay, I'll get in contact with my designer ASAP."
"Secondly...have you thought of a hero name?"
"...No."
Hakim groaned, slouching more on the ledge, "Any ideas?"
"..."
"Shouldn't they have taught you this in school by now? Even though you've only attended for a week, I'm sure Vlad King, your classmates, or someone mentioned these things to you."
A familiar orange ponytail crossed my thoughts, "Oh, yeah...the Class Rep of 1-B. She informed me of what I needed to know...and she did mention those things, but I put them on the back burner."
"Why?"
I glanced at my brother, "Like I said, this transfer is overwhelming."
Hakim narrowed his eyes, "Is...someone giving you a hard time already?"
I nodded, "I tried to make an agreement with the angry Pompom, but he refuses to stay away from me. Izuku is starting to worry about me, and Shoto...well, he's respectfully keeping his distance. Mr. Kan's expectations of me are another thing, too..."
"Huh... What about Auntie? Has she approached you about why you're there at U.A.?"
I shook my head, "Surprisingly...no."
"I see." He looked down at the people below, going about their daily life. "Let me help you think of a hero name."
"Oh, really?" I asked, amused at his suggestion.
"Yeah, really. Your hero name is something that defines you as a person, something that'll make people feel safe when they hear your name. What is your distinct trait? Which side do you want to take inspiration from? Shimizu or An-Nur? Who is Kamilah?"
Fox!
They're pretty...Your eyes are like the sky and ocean...
Creatively cunning, li-like a fox!
Ah, so that explains the pretty brown skin, rare blue eyes, and silky curls
Little fox...
Zurui... So that's your name...
"...Kitsunebi."
"Wow...it came to you just like that? Why "Kitsunebi"?"
"It's an atmospheric ghost light. In places without fire, mysterious flames like those of a paper lantern would appear in a line and flicker in and out. The colors are, of course, red and orange, but there are some mythical claims that they've been seen in blue. Some cases are that kitsunebi light up paths to nowhere, and others to somewhere...but this kitsunebi is the guide. The color that emits from my Quirk is blue-violet...In the language of flowers, it means trustworthiness, intuition, love; psychologically speaking: mystery, protection, thought, intuitive. Also, I like to think of myself as the leftover embers of something that no longer exists."
"...For someone who wasn't thinking about it, you sure got detailed about your hero name," Hakim said with a smile. "Hey, wait...doesn't Bakugo call you "fox"? You sure don't want to think it over again?"
"Katsuki calling me a fox...is a term of endearment," I told him.
"Endearment? What the hell...? You sure about that?"
I nodded, "I'm sure."
"..."
"..."
"...I seriously don't like that guy now," he mumbled.
I held back a laugh, "I don't either."
"THIEF! THIEF! PLEASE! HELP!"
"Well, well, I knew something was gonna happen today," Hakim huffed, jumping to his feet. "Watch and learn...Kitsunebi."
I nodded at him, and then he took a step forward, free-falling from the tall building we were patrolling on.
I could see a man in all-black clothing running in the direction Hakim was falling. When he reached near ground level, Hakim grabbed onto a low street light, swung around it once, and then kicked the thief in the chest.
The man fell backward, dropping a bag he carried I'm sure filled with whatever contents he stole.
Hakim dropped from the street light, approaching the thief as he grabbed the electric blue sheath attached to his hip that contained one of the Shimizu family heirlooms passed down to one child in each generation as an honor. Of course, Uncle Rio passed it down to Hakim, the silver odachi katana engraved with a blue wave design starting from the guard above the handle and reaching to the point of the sharp blade.
He pointed it at the recovering thief, threatening to unsheath it if he didn't surrender.
He began to speak, but I couldn't hear what he was saying this far up.
"Wow, the new kid on the block is fast," a voice spoke next to me.
I looked up to my right and saw a man dressed in...a yellow, black, and white coat, pants, and boots. He has blond hair styled back and golden hair. The most distinctive feature of the man is his giant red wings protruding from his back.
"..."
He looked at me, blinking owlishly, "...Are you a civilian?"
I blinked as well, "...Kinda?"
"Kinda...?"
I nodded, "I'm in a hero study, I'm the "new kid's" trainee."
"Ohh, it's that time already...? Wait a minute..." the man spoke, then leaned down to scrutinize me. "You look..."
"I'm Ha...Hatif's little sister."
He blinked again, this time out of surprise, "...Didn't know the guy had a little sister. The Shimizu family has another upcoming hero prodigy? Yay for society!"
"I guess," I groaned.
"Why do you sound so gloomy?" he asked concerningly.
"No reason really, it's just how I am sometimes," I gave a short reply.
"...Do you know who I am?"
I looked back at the man, giving him a quick once over, "...Yeah, I heard about you from two friends of mine, one obsessed with heroes and the other is specifically fascinated with you.."
"Oh? What's her name? I'll give her an autograph," he said, taking out a notebook and pen from inside his coat.
"He's a guy," I gave a blunt response.
"I've got male fans. What's his name?"
I was surprised at how he easily responded to that. Overall, Japan is conservative...but I guess since this man is young and he's a hero he's got an image to keep up, and he's accepting of the LGBT community.
"Joon..."
"Joon?"
"Joon-Woo Fujisaki," I told him my friend's full name.
"Oh, mixed? Okay..." he mumbled as he scribbled the pen on a page.
"That man stole gems out of a jewelry store. I-"
I looked to my left to see Hakim pulling himself onto the ledge from the side of the building. He looked in between me and the red-winged hero owlishly, he looked like he was trying to wrap his head around the situation.
I poked out my lips and shrugged which Hakim finally reacted since getting back up here.
He sighed, then chuckled, "I know you don't like the idea of hero and villain society, you've made that clear multiple times...but you could've told me you had a thing for Hawks?"
My head snapped to the surprised hero, staring back at me, and then it snapped back to Hakim with a cringe-worthy expression.
I slowly shook my head, "No...no, no, no, no, no, nooo...Nooo, sweety. You know it's Joon that's crazy about this guy, not me; I just sat there, watching his...extreme fanboying."
"I'm just giving an autograph for her friend is all," he informed my big bro. "We never met. It's good to see a new young hero on the streets, and for only 20 years old. Nice to meet you, Hatif, I'm Hawks...though you already know that."
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too. I see you've met the new face of the family that'll be joining us in 3 to 5 years tops."
"Ohhh, that's good, glad you're training a future face," Hawks said, handing me the autograph and I returned my gaze down below. "From what I saw...she didn't participate in the Sports Festival. Recent transfer?"
"Yeah, I established that she'll be doing a hero study under me," Hakim informed. "If she had participated, I'm sure she would've been in the finals," he said with a grin.
"Hm...close combat, melee or long-range?"
"Both," he answered. "I don't plan for her to be caught lacking in all of those fighting styles."
"Kimy..."
"I have no doubt in my mind that your parents would be proud," Hawks commented.
"Kimy..."
"As the Commissions already know, they're out of the country right now handling business in America. I was left in charge of my little sister."
"Kimy."
"Oh, yeah, that's right...with Stars Stri-"
I jumped to my feet, "Fine, I'll do it my damn self."
The next thing I see is the man dressed in all black in front of me. The metal machine he held towards the policemen is now directed at me.
"Get out the way, lady! Or I'll mess up that pretty face!"
I glared at him, "..."
"What the hell...? Didn't you hear me, woman?!"
"..."
"Ma'am, please, step away from him!"
"You'll get hurt!"
"..." I walked towards the man, snatching his wrist and placing the gun against my forehead. "If you've got the nerve to steal, be put down only to get back up and be defiant...then you've got the nerve to put a bullet in my head."
The man hesitated, which was a big mistake on his part.
He ended up passing out. Hakim caught the thief by the back of his collar so he was leaning forward until he slowly dropped him to the ground. Immediately, one of the officers put the unconscious thief's hands behind his back and cuffed them.
"Persistent little thief," Hakim sighed, then moved his gaze to me. "You, don't ever do anything like that again."
I put my hands in my overalls pockets, smirking, "Why not? It's not like I won't be dealing with this in the future...? Might as well get used to a gun being pointed at me."
Hakim narrowed his eyes, "Take it from here, officers," he said as he stepped around the thief and officer.
"Um...is everything alright here?" the officer asked him, looking between him and me with concern.
"Everything's fine, officer," he answered. "Why did you do something so stupid? That man could've pulled the trigger."
I rolled my eyes, "If he wasn't being such a little p-"
Hakim cleared his throat, interrupting the vulgar words about to spill from my lips. I quickly remembered we were still in public...and I may have caused a scene.
I sighed, "Yeah, he could've pulled the trigger...but how if he didn't have any bullets?"
He raised his eyebrow, "What?"
I lifted my left hand from my pocket, dropping the full clip of bullets to the ground, spilling almost everywhere.
My big bro's face is in utter shock along with the officers. Either they couldn't find the words or I took the words from them, I simply smiled and slipped my hand back into my pocket.
"Don't ask," I said and spun around. "Come on, hero. Show me the ropes."
For the rest of the day, Hakim would make me observe from afar whenever a crime was being committed because he didn't want something like earlier to happen again.
To his surprise, I did as he said since I didn't want to cause him any more trouble.
We were on one last patrol around the city before he called it a day and we returned to his pl-...our home.
"Tell me something you learned today," he began a conversation.
"...Let the opp think they're going to get away with a crime, then you ambush them to knock them off their game; it buys enough time for you to take them down and restrain them until the feds arrive."
"Damn...you paid a lot of attention. What's the motive?"
I grinned up at him, "Having a gun to my head may have gotten my blood pumping." An immediate frown set in, "...But what do you think that man stole for?"
"I don't know. Who cares? He stole, he took something he didn't work for, didn't earn. Moral of the story."
"What if...what if he was doing something bad...to do something good?"
He glanced down at me, "Huh?"
"I mean...the majority of society will always be for heroes, of course...but what about the "villains"? The people deemed as "evil people", "bad people". I'm not speaking for all criminals because there really are just some menaces out there; however..."
"...Yeah?"
I looked up at him, unaware of what kind of expression I gave him, Whatever it was...he looked concerned and stunned.
"What if..."bad people"...like my dad...did something bad...to help or save someone, something, a situation."
"..."
"Has anyone ever considered that idea? There's more than just good and bad...there's that unknown, the chaos, neutrality maybe? What if that was the thief's stance? What if he didn't intend on killing anybody despite having a loaded gun? He...he still had the safety on, he just wanted to put fear in people so he can easily get away without any confrontations. What if...my Dad is a part of that neutrality? If he was truly aspiring to be a hero who appeared to have done corrupt things for the greater good...why would he be put behind bars for that?"
"..."
"Why, Hakim?"
"..."
"Why?!"
"I don't know! Okay?! I...I honestly don't know. But what I do know is that now that you've brought this kind of thinking to my attention...you make a very good point. Seeing you like this...makes me really wonder about what's truly going on with you, lil' sis..."
"I...I know. Hey...do me a favor...look into that man's case when you get the chance. I...I just want some closure on why he did what he did if he didn't intend on hurting anyone," I quietly told him.
"Yeah, I can do that for you. About what you said, sis..."
"Yeah?"
"I wanted to save this as a surprise, but since you brought it up...I haven't just been playing hero without a second thought. I've been trying to get access to widely known criminals cases. Of course, it's going to take working on bigger and bigger cases at a time to get access to files for prisoners in Tartarus...but I promise you; once I cement my place in society as a good pro...Zurui Shimizu's case is the first one I'm tackling."
"..."
I'm sure an ugly smile spread on my lips because it took everything to hold back unspoken emotions, but I didn't care.
To show my appreciation, I crossed my arms and bumped my right hip against his leg, making him chuckle.
"Ealaa alrahb walsaea."
"This is quite the surprise."
We looked ahead to see someone well known, popular with the female crowd, dressed oddly to those who might know him, and earned the Number 4 Hero spot in Japanese society, Best Jeanist.
"Oh...a surprise it is," Hakim mumbled. "It's an honor to meet you, sir," Hakim bowed his head. "I'm-"
"Hakim Shimizu, hero name: Hatif. You're from the prestigious Shimizu family. You're out on the field early for a solo, I admire your hard work and bravery. It's a pleasure to have a new and young good fit."
Hakim and I stared at the man in wonder before turning our heads to blink at each other in confusion, having our silent conversation.
'Did he...just compliment my costume?'
I shrugged, 'I dunno...Say "thank you" anyway, I guess...?'
We moved our attention back to the very tall man.
"Um...thank you, sir?" he thanked confusedly.
Best Jeanist nodded, then his eyes calculatedly moved to me next, making me tense up at how he was staring at me...judging me most likely.
"Girl."
"Yes?"
"Do you like overalls?"
"Oh...yeah, I like them a lot. They remind me of when I used to live in my old hometown, always comfy to walk around in," I gave a hearty reply... Trying to remember the blurry image of happy Ami prancing down the shore with friends on Osawa Coast in autumn.
"I see. Is that your hero costume?"
"No, sir. My costume is still in-the-works."
"What you're wearing is perfect."
I took a quick breath to say something, but the words on my tongue died as I tilted my head to the side with a closed-eyed smile. I assume he likes my outfit that much. What a strange man...
"Thank you, sir."
"Bakugo, you should take this young lady over here for example on how to behave properly...and clothing advice."
I lifted an eyebrow at that name, 'Ain't no way, bro...'
"What, Denim Head?"
"Alqarf..." I mumbled under my breath.
Hakim looked like he was about to say something but quickly remembered where he was and that we were still in public.
Katsuki glared at Hakim for a while before moving his eyes to me, briefly widening, then immediately returning to a glare.
"...Clothing advice? From her? More like I should be giving her advice."
"..."
I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin how the Number 4 hero views Hakim after he just complimented him.
"You shouldn't insult how a young lady dresses. She put her best into her outfit. Be more considerate and polite," he scolded the Pomeranian.
"Oh, I'm being polite, alright," he scoffed.
"Excuse my apprentice's behavior, he's usually like this...and I'm trying my best to correct it. Honestly, what kind of home did you grow up in..."
Thinking of Mrs. Bakugo and Katsuki screaming at each other while Mr. Bakugo was trying to calm them down reminded me of how the dynamic works between him and me with Izuku.
A charming giggle left my lips at the warm memories.
'Huh...? Warm memories...? What am I thinking? Each and every argument between us was genuine, right...? Right?'
The memory of us kissing suddenly crossed my mind.
Before my embarrassment displayed on my face, I placed my hands over my face, looking down and shaking my head. I'm unsure what the rest of the conversation was about, but I heard Best Jeanist scolding Katsuki about "hurting my feelings".
Feelings...right...Katsuki Bakugo hurting Kamilah Shimizu's feelings is something that doesn't exist.
'How could I be thinking of that at a time like this? That was...not too long ago, but I try my damndest to forget it. It was just a one-time thing, and he didn't mean it, he was just trying to get me to breathe.'
However...that doesn't explain any of his past actions and words nor the current ones going on between us.
I moved my hands from my face to look at him, 'Katsuki Bakugo...the guy who refuses to stay out of my life.'
He was glaring and frowning at Best Jeanist, who resumed conversation with my brother...
'Why does he make me feel like this...? This weird feeling...? I feel frustrated, yet...my heart is beating like it's excited. Is there something wrong with me? Well, of course, there is...but that's beside the point. Wait...that's his hero costume? ...It looks good on him...'
Until his eyes returned to me, making me flinch.
"Excuse me, Miss Shimizu, if I am correct, you just entered U.A., even going so far as to take the entrance exam when you could've got in by reccommendation?"
I removed my hands from my face, "Just because my family's got status doesn't mean I like to be fed with a silver spoon, sir. I rather struggle first, it makes you humble."
"...I see. You're philosophical for someone your age."
"She was homeschooled. She's been like that since she was four, my family never knew where she got all her smarts from," Hakim chuckled.
"Oh, I don't know, Hakim, maybe I got them from Dad?" I snapped, despising this display case of myself so much that I walked past the Number 4 Hero and Katsuki.
"I'm...sorry about her behavior, sir. Kamilah, what's wrong now?!" I heard Hakim catching up with me.
I needed to put some space between us, I feel my emotions slowly spiraling to dark places that would have light shed on if I stayed any longer.
I put some pep in my step, "Maybe I don't want to be shown off like some prize, Hakim? You and Mom always do this, and I hate it! You're the older child, the important one, the one with potential! I'm going home!"
"Which one?! You got, like, 4 of them!"
"Exactly!" I exclaimed, finding myself in front of a familiar townhouse.
Ever since that small falling out I had with Hakim, I haven't been showing up to our patrols and I haven't been in contact with him much.
I only text him once a day, telling him I'm okay, but I never say anything else nor do I reply to his long paragraphs he leaves me about 3 to 5 times a day...despite being tempted to reply with "K."
Hero studies are almost over, and I've not much to gain from anything because I haven't been outside of this townhouse at all. It's one of the three the family owns for temporary vacations, but no one uses it because everyone's always busy.
Of course, I know the basics, some of the intermediates, and very little on the expert level. While my classmates are getting stronger and smarter...I'm just lying here like a couch potato, wasting away over a petty argument.
Well, it may be to others, but not to me...this has happened more than once, two, or three times with Hakim and Jameela. They try to make me out to be the best one in the family due to my "prodigy" skills but for two entirely different reasons.
My mother wants me to be like everybody else in this society, better than everybody even, and she wants me to be chained to the rhythm like everybody else...but I can't dance to a rhythm I'm unfamiliar with. I refuse to not see the bullshit.
As for Hakim, he wants me to seem better than him when I'm not. He doesn't know how to be selfish for himself, he's always worrying about me and putting me on a pedestal...as if trying to bring someone who hasn't been themselves for a long time. He's the one who should be praised because he worked for his current position, not me...
I don't have a future. Why can't anyone realize that?
Letting out a deep sigh, I placed my spoon down in my half-empty strawberry granola parfait.
"I'm...cursed..."
"I'm cursed."
"Ami, you've got a visitor," I heard Uncle Rio call out to me from downstairs.
I grimaced as I swallowed the last pill before staring at my door in a daze, eventually snapping out of it.
'A visitor...Midoriya again?' I thought, then looked at the pill bottle in my hand, and the ones near my bed.
Grabbing a nearby satchel bag, I dumped all of them inside and shoved it in the bottom drawer of my left nightstand.
I hopped off my bed, opened the half-open bedroom door, and made my way downstairs. I changed my expressionless face to a happy one.
A mask is...a key element in this family whenever anyone outside comes inside.
I got to the bottom step and leaned from behind the staircase, seeing Uncle Rio talking to someone of the same height as me.
As I quietly made my way to them, I listened in on the conversation.
"I've never seen you before. Normally, it's the boy...Izuku, that comes around. New friend of Ami's?"
"...something like that."
My eyes widened at hearing that voice mutter something.
"Oh? Aren't you two a little too young to be boyfriend and girlfriend?" Uncle Rio joked, but Bakugo wasn't having it.
"She's not my girlfriend. She's...strange," the grouchy boy snapped.
Uncle Rio put his hands up in defense, "Sorry, sorry, my bad...but sometimes, strange can be good."
I stepped around Uncle Rio's leg, blinking at who I already figured was at the door, Katsuki Bakugo.
His gaze snapped to mine, eye twitching before crossing his arms and huffing.
"About time!"
"Bakugo..."
"Wow, you're getting good at sneaking, Ami! You getting some kind of secret training or something?" Uncle Rio noticed, smiling down at me.
I shook my head, "Mm-mm, all credit goes to Kimy! He's a good tutor!" I beamed up at him
"Really? Gotta reward my boy with a gift then," he said with a matter-of-fact tone. He looked in between Bakugo and me, "I see you're making friends in the neighborhood."
I giggled, "Slowly, but surely, Rio! I'm...kinda scared of city folk."
"City folk?" Bakugo questioned.
"Oh, she didn't tell you? Kamilah didn't have many friends ever since we moved from Iwaizumi, she's scared of how people view her, but luckily, she's got you, Izuku, and Shoto around," Uncle Rio informed.
That...was a lie. Uncle Rio didn't make it up, I did so no one would get involved with me...
Not after...
Kami-chan!
I shook my head at the saddening memory.
"Bakugo, I'm surprised you're here. What brings you by?" I asked with a faux smile so I wouldn't make him or Uncle Rio suspicious.
Bakugo raised an eyebrow before frowning at me, "I was gonna ask you do you want to come play?"
I made a closed-eyed smile, 'We both know that's a lie. Smart move on his part. We never played together; if anything, Midoriya and I would play while he watches from afar, spiting us.'
"Yes, I would love to! I'm glad I dressed to go outside today," I beamed as I put on my shoes at the doorstep. "Let's go!"
"Oh, Kamilah, be back before the street lights come on! You know how your mother is..." he mumbled, sighing. "And don't forget, Shoto's coming over for dinner. You know he'll only join us when you're around."
"Yeah, I know! I wish Sho would be more comfortable when I'm not around. Bit by bit, I'll get him to come out of his shell..." I told Uncle Rio before waving, "Be back before sun down!"
I hopped down the stairs, past Bakugo, and walked to the gate entrance of the house, rounding the corner and waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Wait-
I grabbed the black collar with both hands, rounding the grumpy blond around the corner and pushing him against the wall.
While he's expressing surprise at my aggression, I'm the one now with a glare and frown.
"Why did you really come to my house?"
Katsuki just kept staring at me, "..."
I leaned in closer, "Well? What do you want? If it's to fight me, like I've said the plenty times since I've met you, I can't control my Quirk so back off."
"...Why are you shaking?"
I blinked, confused, then I looked down at my hands to see that they were indeed shaking.
I'm not angry at Bakugo...no, I'm scared. I'm scared of what would have happened if he met Mama at the door. Who knows what would've happened? It's not like she'll hurt him physically or anything of the sort, but she's a very condescending person.
"I..." I took a step back from him, releasing my grip on his collar, and looked down. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me..."
"Are you crazy or something?" Bakugo asked, leaning off the stone wall.
"...I think I am, my mind is trying to come to turns with that. Anyway..." I looked back up at him, "You didn't answer my question. Why did you visit?"
"If you wanna know so bad, that idiot Deku couldn't shut up and let it slip that your parents are heroes so I came to to see for myself..." Katsuki grinned, "Turns out he was right! So you are strong, you got your family training you! You're just saying you can't control your Quirk because you look down on me and think I'm not worth fighting!"
My eyelids lowered, frowning again but out of...pity, "I never once said or implied that, Bakugo. I really can't control much of my Quirk, it's dangerous to me and those around me. However, I don't care what happens to me...I care about the people who are precious to me."
"..."
"I can't feel pain so I don't feel like my Quirk will hurt me, but I know it'll hurt the people close to me. We've only known each other for 4 years and you despise me...but I can honestly say that you and Izuku are precious people to me."
'Their persistence knows no bounds, and I've become attached to them because of it despite trying to push them away. If I want to keep these two close to me...I can't fail them like I did Toya. I won't, I refuse. I'll protect them...even if it kills me.'
Shimizu...are we friends?
'...if only you weren't related to Toya, Shoto...we could be friends. But you're the indirect reason Toya did that, you're part of the reason why...'
I tried to kill him when he was just a newborn baby... As wrong as that sounds, I can't help but feel he was far superior to me because he got what my father wanted out of him. Does this make me a bad person, Kami?
'...I told him "no, you're a victim, you've been neglected"...but I was just 5 years old, now I'm almost 11; looking back on it since getting to know Izuku's sense of justice, do I...still agree with that answer?'
"You know, you're strange, fox girl," Bakugo told me, invading my personal space so I took another step back.
I looked up at him once more, "I've...I've heard worse so I'll take that as a compliment. And please, Bakugo, why won't you at least call me "Shimizu"?"
"As if! "Fox girl" suits you better, especially with how sneaky and calculative you are!"
"I see..." I smiled, feeling a hint of mischief, "Then it's only fair I call you "Dyna boy"."
"Dyna boy?! What for?!" he shouted.
"It's short for "Dynamite boy". There are very few times where I find you calm—and from what Izuku tells me, too, before I came around," I calmly explained to him.
"What?! I rather that stupid "Kacchan" nickname he gave me because he couldn't pronounce my name right! And Deku talks about me behind my back?!"
"It's nothing bad, all good things...despite how you treat him. You don't like that nickname either so I'll think of something else..." I addressed his concern.
Turning away from him, I began to walk in the direction of the park for a while...before shortly being stopped in my tracks.
Looking behind me at the hand wrapped around my wrist, I turned my body towards the harsh stare of the blond.
"We're not going to the park today," he told me.
I tilted my head, "...then where should we go?"
Katsuki led me down streets and corners before arriving in front of a nice-looking home I hesitated to enter, but he pulled me in. He reached for the doorknob and looked back at me once he opened it.
I stared at him the whole time as I went inside, "Excuse the intrusion..." I announced unsurely.
As soon as Katsuki closed the door, he took off his shoes and stepped into the hallway. He stopped in his footsteps, turning around to most likely tell me to take off my shoes and follow him to wherever, but before that even-
"Katsuki Bakugo! Where the heck did you go this morning without telling me or your father?! Don't just walk out without announcing where you're going!"
"Ugh, I know, I know so shut up already, old woman! I was in a rush!"
"In a rush?! It's the weekend! Where do you gotta be so early in the morning?! It's not like the kids at the park-..."
The outraged woman calmed down once her eyes landed on me, staring at me with a blank expression. The man behind her, who tried to calm her down, stared at me as well with curiosity.
I was caught off guard by all the attention being directed at me so I kept my position in the entryway.
With the best smile I could muster, I intertwined my fingers together and bowed my head toward the two adults.
"I'm sorry, I should've asked you both first. I thought it would be okay if I could come play at Katsu's home. I made him meet up with me so early so that's probably why he rushed out without saying a word. My name is Kamilah Shimizu. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugo, Mrs. Bakugo."
"..."
"..."
"...Katsu..." I heard Katsuki mumble.
I lent up, charming them with twinkling crescent eyes and a smile...then it eventually turned sad and the light in my eyes dwindled.
"But I see this is an inappropriate time to be here. I will take my leave," I said, bowing my head once more before turning on my heels.
Again, I was stopped short of going any further because that same warm grip on my wrist prevented me from doing so.
"You're not going anywhere. I didn't roll out of bed to come get you just so you can run back home with your tail between your legs, Fox," Katsuki scolded me.
I didn't think he was capable of doing such a thing, scolding.
"Oh...this is different, Mitsuki," I heard Mr. Bakugo exclaim.
"You're right, Masaru...it's a girl this time, and she's... Honey, where are you from?" Mrs. Bakugo asked me with a forming smile.
"Old woman!" Katsuki yelled, probably thinking it was rude of her to ask me that, but I'm used to it at this point.
"I'm...well, mixed. I was born and kinda raised in the countryside's Iwate prefecture, Iwaizumi, and...as for my skin color, my mama's from Libya, a country in northeastern Africa, and her mom is from America. Of course, my dad's Japanese. I can speak Japanese, Arab, and a little of English and Korean."
"My, my, what a talented and universal little girlfriend you've found, Katsuki," Mrs. Bakugo joked.
"Mitsuki, don't say such things...yet," Mr. Bakugo joked as well.
Again, Katsuki did not catch on and was triggered by this.
"Old man, don't go along with the old woman!" he yelled at the chuckling pair.
"Please, Kamilah, come in, come in. We'd like to get to know more about our son's new friend over breakfast," Mrs. Bakugo ignored Katsuki's protests.
My smile—this time, genuine—returned and I bowed my head again, "Thank you for having me."
Once Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo had me settled at the dining table, Mrs. Bakugo left for the kitchen, and for some strange reason, Katsuki sat in the chair next to me rather than the one across from me next to Mr. Bakugo. His protests turned into small grumbles as he crossed his arms, glaring at his dad.
"So, Kamilah..." Mr. Bakugo began, "How old are you?"
"I'm 10, I'll be 11 in February," I answered childishly.
"Ahh, the same age as Katsuki. What grade are you in? And do you attend the same school as-"
"No, she's homeschooled," Katsuki interrupted with a grimace.
"Katsuki," Mr. Bakugo sighed at his disturbance.
"It's fine, Mr. Bakugo. I'm used to Katsu behaving like this. He's been this way around me since we met 4 years ago."
"Four years ago?!" I heard Mrs. Bakugo shout from the kitchen.
"Um, yes...? Katsu and I started off on a rocky meeting...but things are much better between us now! Isn't that right, Katsu?" I asked, looking at him for confirmation with a smile.
His glare softened when I looked at him, "I guess. You're less annoying than Deku..."
"Rocky meeting, huh... Is that the reason for that scar on your hand, Kamilah?" Mrs. Bakugo asked from the kitchen.
Besides the sizzling of eggs or bacon on the pan, the dining room is completely silent.
'Damn...I forgot to wrap my hand this morning. I can get pass this though...'
"Yeah...it is...but it didn't hurt, I promise! My body...feels very little to no pain so it was just like a pop of bacon grease, nothing more! Besides, Katsu and Izu immediately took me to the nearby hospital."
"That's great and all..." Mr. Bakugo sighed, "But I doubt he ever apologized for causing you that scar. That's just how he is. On behalf of our son, w-"
"I...I'm...I'm sorry...Fox..." Katsuki blurted out, staring at me seriously. "What? You gonna accept it or not? I'm not getting on my knees and begging!"
Whether it was to beat Mr. Bakugo to saying it for him or out of kindness—which I seriously doubt...I knew Katsuki's apology was genuine just by how he was staring at me. His actions speak louder than his curt words.
The eyes...might just be the windows to the soul.
"I accept your apology, Katsuki...even if it's 4 years too late for one."
To make him realize the repercussions of his actions from so long ago, I added that last part so it could stick with him...and hopefully, teach him a lesson for the future. My hope for doing what I just did might have had an effect, considering how Katsuki was staring off into the distance with his kind of guilt-tripped expression, and the slight pout on his lips.
For some reason, I got a sense of nostalgia as if something similar to this happened before. Not the situation, but the subject we just discussed.
I grazed my fingers over the scar on the back of my right hand, 'Now that I think about it, I felt it again...the feeling where I feel like I'm not myself when saying or doing something. It seems to get worse as I get older.'
"Kamilah-chan, you said "Izu", do you mean Midoriya? Are you friends with him?" Mr. Bakugo inquired, easing the tension.
I nodded, "Yes and yes. I...It's through him that I met Katsu."
I closed my eyes, 'It makes me wonder had I not taken the initiative to defend Izuku that day...where would I be? Would I be better off...than getting them entangled in my mess?'
"You must like heroes, too, then, Kamilah," Mr. Bakugo commented.
I opened my right eye, glancing from an interested Katsuki to an expecting Mr. Bakugo.
"Actually...I don't like the simplistic concepts of heroes and villains," I answered.
"Oh?" Mrs. Bakugo curiously exclaimed while coming around the corner with two plates. "That's interesting. Why not?"
"Well...at the end of the day, heroes and villains are people. Everyone has a reason for what they do...and depending on how desperate they are, they'll go to any means, whether good or bad, to reach their goal."
"Are you saying that heroes can have bad intentions and villains can have good ones?" she clarified.
I nodded, "Yes, despite how "accordingly" they achieve them. For example, a villain could do a good thing for many people with evil tactics, but the good thing always bests the way they went about achieving it."
Mrs. Bakugo placed the plates in front of Katsuki and me, staring down at me with curiosity and wonder.
While Katsuki chowed down on his breakfast, I took in very little portions bit by bit. I didn't want the food to hit my stomach too hard.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Kamilah?" Mr. Bakugo asked curiously.
I smiled, "A therapist."
"What? Are you crazy?" Katsuki snapped at me. "You've got a whole path carved in front of you because of your family, and you're not going to use it? You can easily become a hero without lifting a single finger!"
"A hero? You...you mean to tell us...she comes from a family of heroes, Katsuki?" Mr. Bakugo asked.
"Yeah! Not only that, but she also comes from one of those past shogunate families!" he shouted, glaring at me. "Why waste an opportunity like that, huh?"
I kept my smile, "All the glitters aren't gold, Katsu."
He blinked, mouth opening, but... "..." No words were spoken.
"My usefulness, the help I can hopefully offer in the future, is more expensive than gold, I like diamonds...and those diamonds are people's mental health."
"..."
"Wow, well educated and considerate, you're a bright one, Kamilah," Mrs. Bakugo complimented with a smile as she sat down.
"Yeah, she is smart for her age. What made you want to become a therapist? Did someone inspire you?" Mr. Bakugo asked.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I couldn't...no, I didn't want to respond. It's like my body wouldn't let me...
The abrupt images of that man with the scar on his face flashed in my head, then there was a woman with short purple hair facing away from me before transitioning to something else...
The flashing images of a man with long purple hair tied into a high ponytail, holding a brown-colored hand on what I think is Kitayamazaki Cliffs. He was looking down at what I could only assume was me judging by the hand and the same colored long hair flowing around the short stature in this perspective.
Is this...a memory of my father and me?
"Kamilah?" Mrs. Bakugo called.
"..."
"Hey, Fox!" Katsuki shouted.
I jumped a little, blinking my eyes to reorient myself. "Sorry...I was thinking about it and...well, I think I have a lot of reasons that are hard to explain. But I do have someone in my family who inspires me."
"I see...you're a wonderful little girl, Kamilah!" Mrs. Bakugo exclaimed happily. "Since you're from a hero family and my son is fond of them...would they mind switcing you out for him?" she asked with a playful smile, joking once more.
"What?!" Katsuki yelled—falling for the bait again.
"I don't think...my family could tolerate someone like Katsu, he's too loud and rowdy," I giggled, going along with her.
The blond began to rage at our playful banter. I dropped my chopsticks when I felt that familiar warm hand pull me out of my seat and drag me with him around a few corners.
"You two get along too well, and you're giggling a little too hard for my liking," Katsuki grumbled as he guided me up the stairs.
"We were just joking, Katsu," I said with a small giggle.
He stopped as soon as we got to the top, then turned around, looking me over with a mixed expression of frustration and confusion.
"Shut up and follow me," he huffed, still keeping a firm grip around my wrist.
I decided to do as he said so he wouldn't explode again...as amusing and adorable as it is to witness.
He opened a room door and pulled me inside, immediately slamming it behind us before turning around with crossed arms and that seemingly forever scowl.
"What's with that nickname?"
"Hm? Nickname...? Oh! You mean "Katsu". It's just something I came up with on the spot. It suits you...though I know you don't expect me to call you that from now on so I will continue to call you Ba-"
"No."
I blinked, "...Hm?"
"Katsu...is fine. It does suit me because I am the best, and I do win everything, nothing and no one can get in my way!" he ranted arrogantly.
"Well...if you continue to keep blowing up in my life, I'll have no choice but to be by your side and support you...and humble you."
Katsuki stared at me, "...You mean that?"
"All I ask is that you stop being mean to Izuku."
He scoffed with a frown, crossing his arms again, "He needs to learn how to let go of impossible dreams."
"..." I smiled, "I'll mean what I said when you learn how to grow up, Katsu."
The sudden call of I Am Here! jolted me out of the...oddly satisfying memory.
I opened the text message sent to me and knowing exactly who it was brought a big smile to my face.
BroccoliBaby: Sorry to interrupt your study, it couldn't wait! The sketch is done! If you like it, I'll send it to my designer ASAP.
I clicked on the images attached to the message.
"...hot damn," I mumbled.
I like the overall design. It's not too out there like All-Might's costumes or Midnight's costumes...sheesh. I don't think I'd ever have the confidence to wear something like hers. It's going for a mature theme, and I'm glad Izuku caught that. The mask over the lower half of the face would be great when fighting an opp who has toxic gas...and for whatever expressions I can't prevent myself from making when someone says something crazy to me. The gloves will have a good grip. The coat's a nice touch and the colors...are like the cosmos. I'd most likely keep the coat in the closet for fall and winter though, the same goes for the boots, and I need those to be wedged or I'll fall on my ass. For spring and summer, I'll do open-toed wedges.
"Why does this look more detailed than most of the ones I saw in his previous volumes? Wait...why are the inner thighs and boobs showing a little? Hmm...it's not that bad, considering how much I like having my thighs out now, but the boobs... If that little piece rips, wouldn't the girls swing everywhere...? I'll test it out and if it doesn't, I'm good, but if it does, I'll just have the smaller opening on the chest patched up with the same fabric. Considering my personality...*gasp* does Izuku think I'm that playful to use cleavage as a distraction?" I shrugged my shoulder after a few seconds, "When I hug him, I smush my boobs in his face so I don't blame him if he thinks that-wait! Hold up, hold up...so he knows that I tease him on purpose?! Why hasn't he said anything?!'
Tapping on the keyboard furiously...
Me: I do like it, Izu. I have some requests, but just one problem...
BroccoliBaby: Yeah?
Me: Why is the cleavage exposed?
BroccoliBaby: I'd figure you'd ask that. Well, to be strictly professional, you once said "the sizes in Japan aren't big enough" so I thought with the opening, it'd give you some room. I didn't mean anything else by it, I swear!
'...He really had a reason, color me impressed.' I smirked, 'But let's see if he really is sincere...'
Me: Oh, I get it. I'm glad you remembered something like that, that's another reason why I can rely on you, Izu. You help me remember things I forgot I did and said. Speaking of...how do you know my size?
BroccoliBaby is typing...
I grinned, placing my thumbnail between my teeth, 'I got you now, you little closet pervert.'
BroccoliBaby: You don't realize how much information you tell me because you think it's useless, don't you?
I blinked, 'Huh?'
BroccoliBaby: I try to remember everything about you no matter if it's something in passing, Milah-chan. I told you when I first met you that you are like a hero to me; of course, I'd try to remember and record everything about you. I admire you. And about the size thing, you told me your measurements in case of an emergency...whatever that meant: shoe, hips, waist, and bust. I didn't say anything about it at the time because I figured you'd be weirded out if I commented...
"...I'll be damn. I dug my own grave..." I pouted.
Me: Congratulations on being an innocent broccoli boy. I like it, send it in.
I begrudgingly sent the text because I couldn't get any dirt on him. However, I won't lose hope! Men are visual creatures...he's gotta have a dirty mind and an angry side somewhere.
I hummed, "Dirty mind and angry...? What would that look like on Izuku?"
Before an image could be conjured in my mind, my phone vibrated again, making me look down.
BroccoliBaby: Were you testing me?
Me: Idk whatcha talkin' bout. Text the requests later, k? Big bro's back, ttyl
'Guess I'll make it easier for the both of us, and get over myself.'
I tapped on the messages for Kimy.
Me: I'm over it. Where are you?
As soon as I stepped onto the platform, I looked around for the familiar young hero. I kept looking around for a few more seconds before walking towards the stairs, texting him again.
Me: Where are you?
Nothing.
Me: Hey, you good?
Still nothing.
Me: Bro, what's going on?
"Where this boy a-"
The sound of the bullet train screeched against the rails as an explosion went off, screams filling the air, and making me look behind me to see what the hell happened.
The train was on fire and people were still on it. My fight or flight kicked in so fast that I found myself acting on impulse before I comprehended what I was doing.
I put both hands out, making the train jerk to a stop before putting the back of my hands together and pushing them away from each other, the mimicking motion is happening to three of the train's doors that were safe to exit from.
As soon as I got them open, people rushed out, screaming, crying, and holding injuries. There was not much else I could do here so I clicked on one of my very few emergency contacts on my screen, hoping he'd answer.
"Come on, pick up, bro! I don't know where the hell you are nor do I know what the hell is going on! I don't even have my license for this shit yet!" I yelled to myself as I ran up the stairs.
Chaos took over the streets once I got above ground.
There are fires, explosions, screams and cries from civilians running around, heroes guiding them, and fighting...what looks to be genetically modified human bird experiments gone wrong.
"The hell...are those?"
["The number you have dialed-"]
Now it makes sense why he isn't responding. I put my phone back in my pocket, making the quick decision if Hakim would want me to act and help out or blend in and escape with the citizens.
Choosing the latter because it'd benefit Hakim, I didn't have time because I felt aggressive energy rushing toward me. I made a quick step back and to my right, seeing one of those things land right where I was standing. It didn't hesitate to look back at me, shifting its body in my direction.
'I doubt it's capable of human speech and that it wants a cuddly hung. Is this thing targeting me?' I soon received my answer once it lunged at me again, and I jumped back this time. 'Great, just fucking great.'
"Hey, Miss! Get away from that thing!" one of the heroes shouted at me.
"Trust me, I'd love to, but I think it's here to assassinate me so..." I broke off into a sprint between the heroes and the evacuation of citizens.
I didn't have to turn around to know that the thing was following me, I could feel its energy and intent to kill. The least I can do is get the hell out of dodge or that thing would most likely get people mixed up in whatever business it has with me.
The humanoid bird looks like it could chase me for days without taking a break so I don't know how long I'll be able to keep up this game of cat and mouse without getting anyone involved and using very little of my Quirk.
Sure, it may seem like I'm having the time of my life running away from the genetically modified birdman, but I am panicking on the inside. Displaying my fear and stress isn't going to do anything for me except make me go into a panic attack and not think clearly.
'Using my Quirk is against the law, my mentor isn't here to give me permission to do so, and if I do use it, it'll backfire, causing people to get hurt. Damn...is this what it feels like to feel helpless? After all, I've been through, this is the first time I've felt like this... So what do I do? Just lay down and die?'
A grimace replaced my focused expression as I scaled up a wall with a bit of use of my Quirk. If I'm going to have a survival chance, I can at least use the rooftops to my advantage.
Running for this long while jumping from building to building and doing somersaults isn't...fat-girl-friendly. I'm starting to lose my breath, my stamina, my cognition, and my patience.
I don't need a Quirk to beat yo ass, ya know...
That sudden memory brought a maniacal smile to my face, "Heh...of course! Why didn't I of that?! I don't need a Quirk to beat someone's ass..."
I spun around with the skid of my shoes, pulling my golden moon belt from around the loops before swinging it over and around the creature, pulling it towards me with the help of my Quirk indenting the ground to get a better footing and grip around the chain.
As soon as my feet were placed in the divot, I swung up the chain high enough for the creature to go right over me.
"NOR DO I NEED A QUIRK TO KILL SOMETHING!"
This is what happens when I'm pushed to my limit...I get demented and forget about morals.
The weight of the humanoid creature made me fling right off the building after it. Before it could hit the concrete ground, I unwrapped the chain from it and landed on the ground as unscathed as I could.
The creature made a big hole in the ground as it landed, squawking in either pain or surprise. I expected it to get back on its feet, as it did, and lunged at me again through the debris and smoke.
I brought the end of the chains to my hands, holding them up in an 'x' by the handles of the kunai Rika built into them. I ducked as it threw a punch at me, slicing it in the neck and stabbing the other into its abdomen.
Quickly slicing its stomach open in a horizontal position, I took out the kunai, jumping off the ground to raise my left knee into its chin and roundhouse kick it with my right leg.
The bird man was sent flying into the rail guard ahead of me, continuing its squawking as its blood poured on the concrete. I unwrapped the chains from around my wrist and held them by the middle with both hands, spinning them around to get the excess blood off.
"Don't tell me...that was it?"
I'm given no kind of response from the creature.
"I lost brain cells...and stamina...for that?" I asked myself, sighing at the waste of energy as I loosey wrapped my chain around my waist.
"Milah-chan!" a certain cinnamon roll's voice rang out.
I had to make sure I wasn't in a delusional state of mind so I took my eyes off the creature, confirming it wass indeed the broccoli boy heading my way and...looking scratched up.
"Who..."
"What are you doing here? It's dangerous! Don't you know-...Hey, who's blood...is that?" He looked frightened by me, making my heart ache a little.
I looked back to where the creature...wasn't. Damn. I got played.
I glanced over to Izuku, making him stop in his tracks, "Don't. Move."
Closing my eyes for total concentration, I turned my head towards the slightest bit of aggressive energy, trying to find the largest one. It's hiding, I know it is.
A sudden burst of energy came from Izuku's direction...no, behind him. How the hell did it move that quickly without making a sound? Keeping my eyes closed, I threw one end of my kunai past the green energy at the black energy.
The sound of shattering glass made me confirm that it was hiding in a building. Once the chain wrapped around the energy's form, the surface indented with my Quirk once more to get a good grip on my footing, and I pulled the chain back towards me, pulling the large creature out of its hiding spot.
Wrapping the other end of the chain around my left fist and infusing it with my energy, I firmly held the kunai, making sure to send the thing off into the night sky with not only an uppercut to the jaw but a gash, too.
"...Maybe I should've asked it some questions even though it appeared to be incapable of human speech," I wondered aloud to myself.
"M-Milah-chan...that was..."
I turned back to Izuku, almost forgetting he was there. He was already released from my kinesis when I pulled the creature past him. I put on a smile for him...despite just now noticing how bloodied I looked...and felt.
"I'm so sorry you had to see me like this, Izuku. I didn't plan on this happening..."
He shook his head, "No...no... You're okay...and that's all that matters. You were just..."
I tilted my head, "Just...?"
"Just so...strong... I didn't think you were capable of that kind of strength, let alone barely using your Quirk," he said bashfully, not making eye contact with me.
I flicked the blood off the kunai, loosely wrapping it around my waist once more before placing my hands on my hips and leaning forward with a smirk on my face.
"Did I not tell you before? I can kick ass without a Quirk, anyone can long as they train hard to do so." I approached him, looking him over. "Now what the hell happened to you? Who's ass do I need to beat?"
"No one's," another familiar voice came along.
My eyes moved from green to heterochromatic gray and blue.
"Todoroki! You're here...again?"
"Yeah...I didn't hear what you heard, but just in case you got in trouble again, it'd be good if I were here." Shoto looked past him and at me, "But I see everything is..." His eyes narrowed as he looked me over, "...handled."
I beamed, "This isn't my blood if you're wondering. I'm okay!"
Shoto's eyes furrowed and he made a deadpanned expression.
"I didn't kill anyone either! Or...at least I don't think so. What I fought was far from being called a human, and the damn thing was sent to kill me, no doubt about it," I summarized.
"Kill?" Izuku worried.
Now I imitated Shoto's expression, "Honestly...I'm used to nearly dying, this is basically my..." I counted on my fingers, "...fourth...time? My fifth time...yeah, my fifth time nearly dying."
"Why are you so casual about it..." Izuku asked with shivers.
"Death isn't scary when you're expecting it all the time...plus, it's something that's bound to happen to all of us, so why be scared? At the end of the day, Quirk or no Quirk, we're all human."
"Kamilah, you're saying strange things. Are you feeling well?" Shoto asked, approaching me.
I tilted my head, "What? I feel perfectly fine! It's just the adrenaline is pumping in my veins, and I...I think I'm feeling a little light headed..."
"Adrenaline and lightheaded? You're overwhelmed, you need to sit down and drink some water."
"...Aw, damn..."
Just before I was about to stumble to the ground, Izuku caught me by the shoulders, gently easing me down onto the ground and on my bottom.
"Hey, Milah-chan, don't try to think about anything, just relax. Todoroki and I will take care of you."
"Hard to not think about anything...when two important people to me aren't...looking too..great...themselves..."
At least the silence in the unconscious won't bother me.
A/N:
"Ealaa alrahb walsaea" translates to "You're welcome" in Arab.
"Alqarf" translates to "Shit" in Arab.
"Katsu" means "Victory" in Japanese.
"My usefulness, the help I can hopefully offer in the future, is more expensive than gold, I like diamonds...and those diamonds are people's mental health". What Kamilah is saying, but not clarifying, is gold is equal to heroes saving people, but diamonds are the true factor of saving someone. The short and sweet take is "good mental health takes care of physical and emotional health".
12/23/22 Update: I just realized I forgot to put the link for Kamilah's costume, my bad o_o: i. pin img ".com" / originals / 97 / 98 / 43 / 97984 34579 9c0d8 fcd5b 510fa 38fec f6 . png
11/13/23 Update: I forgot Hakim's costume, too, after nearly a whole year...I need to hurry up and graduate ToT: h, t, t, p, s : / / i . pin img . "com" / 564x / 7f / 76 / 2a / 7f76 2ac3 b3a9 b1a6 e843 7a52 b17f 0f27 . jpg