☁ the-b0neyard / kuitami satsuka
She’d already had to speak with several other people. A woman, claiming to be her sister. A sister that she does not have. Doctors, mostly from there, and police officers. She’s restrained, behind glass. She als ohad to talk to the other men, the blonde one, and Eraserhead. She had not liked that. It was uncomfortable ,and they asked too many questions and spoke too much of sentimental things that were of no value to her.
But this one, he is the worst yet.
Eraserhead is still present, using his erasure quirk to neutralize the brunt of her quirk, so she cannot harm any of them. The black mutation quirk that marrs her skin is present still however, covering her face, with only white eyes and a permanent white “smile” visible under unkempt black hair. Her expression hasnt changed, she isn’t exactly able to change it, but she’s annoyed, and she fidgets in her restraints to show that.
“I do not know you.” She says, her voice strained. “I have never known you, I do not WISH to know you. Any of you!” She addresses the people behind the glass. Their names hit her, though. There’s an itch in her mind- Shouta, Hizashi… Satsuka, who is she? Why is that name so familiar?
Of course. Her first victim, in a way.
“This is the only way I am, you foolish man!” She snarls through that eerie, white smile. “This is me, I am Kuitami, and this Satsuka you speak of?” She leans forward as far as she can, unkempt hair falling more over those white eyes that bare the same smiling shape of his lost friend. “She is dead, and I killed her!” Even through her flat voice the rage is rapidly becoming clear. Someone makes a note that they should sedate her, that this wasn’t working, but Eraserhead insists that Oboro continue.
“She doesn’t usually talk this much. Keep her talking.”
more than anything , oboro wishes he could just be close to her , touch her . maybe that would be enough . it makes his heart ache to see his friend in such distress , scared && angry && so unaware of who he is , of who she is . but there’s a thick layer of glass separating them , his voice reaching her only through a speaker . she’s so different , && yet . . . so similar .
“ no , you’re wrong , you do , && i’ll help you remember ! we just have to — ”
she is dead , && i killed her !
oboro’s expression falls , && he takes a couple of steps back , bumping into shouta standing just behind him . distantly , he hears his friend’s voice , but the words don’t process . he presses a closed fist to his mouth , && reaches out with his other hand , gripping onto shouta’s arm tightly . “ okay , ” he says , not entirely sure what he’s even agreeing to .
after a minute , he regains his composure , turning back to the restrained figure behind the glass . “ she’s not dead , ” oboro insists , even if technically , that’s not true . “ as long as you’re here in front of me , she’ll NEVER really be dead ! we were friends , we went to school together ! you wanted to be in the hero course just like us , more than anything ! maybe — ” he falters , voice cracking , “ maybe if you hadn’t been so determined , none of this would have . . . ”