1 | 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖨

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1 | 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖨

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1 | 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖨

❝ 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 ❞

❝ 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 ❞

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A five years old you were walking down the street with your adoptive father of yours, your All Might plushie was on your chest, tightly gripping it onto your arms as both of you continued walking.

Your All Might plushie is your comfort toy, without it you would start crying or tantrum around the place, whether it's private or public places.

Making both of your ways toward the kindergarten, this was going to be your first day in there and your adoptive father hoped everything is going to be all alright.

You were much of a crybaby, one small word related to you, you would start crying about it even if it's a small joke about you.

The walk was silent, both of you never dared to speak after what happened back then at the mall.

Your quirk didn't manifest—which means you're quirkless but whose to say, you're pretty smart and think fastly.

The only thing that's a problem to you was that Aphrodite have blessed you for a reason, you were born with the most, natural and beautiful face you got.

People around adored you especially guys, some of them would start approaching and compliment you,

some would began crazy, attempting to kidnapped you or trying to excuse their self that they're your parents. Some even start hitting on you like a Pedophile and the fact that you're only a kid.

Was your beauty really that special?

With one more step, the two of you arrived, seeing a happy family, parents, kids already playing together, some of them taking a good eye to their kids. Your father assume that you two must've arrived early as the kids aren't inside yet.

With one turn to his head, he looked down at you with a nervous smile.

"[Name] are you okay with this?" silent, didn't dare to speak, just humming in response makes your father hiss in discomfort.

𝗔 "𝗕𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴" 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗔𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲Место, где живут истории. Откройте их для себя