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Ch 32. Fic Update: Will be posting update very very soon. Decided to rewrite the chapter last minute because it felt a bit wonky and am currently trapped in a dungeon of nightmares called Midterms
Sneak Peek, for the troubles:
It reminds him of a thought that's been crossing his mind a lot lately, the fact that his quirk had the apparent habit of seeping into his voice without him knowing. It'd been something he hadn't been able to get out of his head, ever since Medama had whispered about it in his ear and made him shiver and stutter.
He doesn't imagine it does much. There must be a reason he never noticed it before. It must have been too small a detail to even register in his periphery, especially since he's had his quirk for basically as long as he can remember. It'd just become a part of him. To integrated to notice.
But this is an opportunity to experiment, even if it leads nowhere, so Shinsou tries to summon up whatever vestigial bit of his quirk that's gone long undiagnosed and tries to force it forward.
Shoving it into his voice.
It's... hard. At first. To even recognize it. It's a tightening somewhere, at the base of his throat. It feels like dozens of strings being pulled taught inside of him, stressed with a high-tension that sends a tingling sensation across his tongue.
It makes him want to bite down.
The pressure in his neck is not... an unfamiliar one. It's like flexing a muscle, tensing and untensing until something just- falls into place.
After a minute, it's strikingly easy to do, especially now that he's paying attention to it.
It's a rumbling, then it's a purr- "It's not like you have any other options."
Monoma adopts a strange expression.
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