"...Tuna?"
ི─͜͡𖤓͜͡─ྀ
A crossover with the main focus on the oc who is inspired by Toge Inumaki.
Contains violence, so if any of you are sensitive or have a problem with the topic, I highly suggest you skip this story.
Highest rank:
#1 quirk
#3...
I know you people get bored of narratives and sorry this is L O N G AF but this is important to the plot so.. yea
But if you really are lazy then skip to the end I guess. There's a kiss scene.
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I feel like I'm falling, falling to an empty endless pit of void, everything around me is numb, everything is dark, and everything is empty.
All there is, is just myself filling in the emptiness.
I stared into nothing as I wonder whether I'm feeling conscious or not, what is happening, and more so what happened?
Oh..
Right, I was stabbed.
Wait, is this it? Is this the end of my journey? Is it really just 15 years short?
I.. don't know how to feel about that.
"Don't be silly child."
Wait, what was that? Am I hearing things? I don't see anything besides myself in here.
"I'm all around you Tsugumi."
Could it be.. are you god?!
As a response, I could hear a muffled laughter, well then guess not?
"I'm anything but a god."
What does that supposed to mean? Oh don't go phylosophical with me now, I'm basically dying, don't even try to make me use my brain when I'm dying.
"You're such a drama-queen, so much like your mother."
..what? Do you know my mother?
"Of course I do, I was the only person who she let in after all."
..huh? Who are you exactly?
"Why don't you figure it out?"
As I was about to ask him what the fuck did he mean by that, a hand was seen right above me, reaching out and is expecting me to take it.
This is slightly creepy.
"Take my hand child, you're curious after all no?"
I mean I guess?
I hesitantly reach my hand out and hold onto the hand that was reaching out towards me. The hand then wrapped around mine as soon as they touched and I could feel myself being pulled upwards.
Bracing for impact I closed my eyes shut, nothing happened. But instead of being hit by something or someone, all that hit me was a calm breeze.
