❝ 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥. ❞
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ˢᵏᶦᵖ ⤑ ⁷ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵒʳʸ
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You're a brand new student at U.A. High School thanks to both your parents' unexpect...
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Fire.
The entire surrounding area burned in a sea of red, yellow and orange, and the cries of the people echoed into the afternoon dusk. I watched dazed as the flames ripped their way through the Musutafu office building, tendrils of smoke reaching desperately into the sky trying to escape the blazing inferno below.
Wincing, I got up from the harsh broken tarmac, the dust and rubble sticking to my palms, tiny cuts lacing my fingers in blood and glass.
Red hot licking flames engulfed everything and anything it touched, vertigo and pure heat making it almost unbearable to stand.
I had to... had to stand.
"Mum?" I stumbled back on myself covering my face as a wave of embers suffocated me, the heat consuming and overwhelming.
"Mum?!"
Now facing the building, I peered into the crater on the second floor exposing the office's innards to the setting sun. Directly ahead of me, the entrance doors were now replaced with nothing but a concrete mouth gasping for any air that wasn't billowing smoke while throwing up office workers heaving for the new night's air.
The elevator a few metres over continuously opened and closed, jammed by a sparking office strip light that had fallen from the ceiling; the wires had snapped from the heat and it laid smashed and broken, glass shards trying to comfort the long bulb exposed to the fire.
