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@s-camie
What’s it like being a third year?
SUPER FUN!!!!!
pretty nervewracking since graduation is coming up soon but everything is so exciting! work studies, internships, new missions, etc.
i'm excited to leave the past in the past and do what i can to be the greatest hero i can be! 😁💪🏻❤️
Camie: You remind me of the ocean.
Todoroki: Explain.
Camie: So fucking salty.
my girls……………….
// @v-toga
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thank you.... 💕
So what happens when all your little friends find out what you did? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
A knock on the door. Outside of the room is a small envelope, sealed with bloodred wax. Inside it is a single feather, wintery white and half drenched in dried gore. Besides the feather, a note: "Vengeance is yours. ✨"
Camie has been on edge ever since she's been home. She's been avoiding everyone she can in fear of dragging them into her mess (also in fear of them finding out what she's been doing). She's sure her dad knows that something is wrong but she still hasn't told him anything. Nothing about the orientation, or the internship, or who she's been talking to.
But she's been vigilant (paranoid). Worried that someone unwelcome would visit unannounced. So maybe that's why her heart stops in her chest when she hears a knock at the door late into the night.
She calls out an "I'll get it!" in as cheerful a voice as she can muster, shoving a knife into her pocket before she goes to the door. She can't see anyone through the peephole, but she's still cautious as she swings the door open. An envelope. She takes a breath as she picks it up. Her stomach turns. She already knows who it's from.
She carefully pulls up the seal and watches, transfixed, eyes wide as a feather with an otherworldly looking sheen flutters down to the ground. It's pure color has been stained by blood that has hardened and stiffened the softness of it. Her breath stutters and stops.
She stares at it for far too long, taking it in before she even thinks about looking at the note. 'Vengeance is yours. ✨'
She chokes on something between a sob and laugh. Lips curling into an unstable smile. Should she feel guilty? Scared? Happy? This is what she had asked for, after all.
She quickly tucks the feather and note back into its envelope and shoves it into her pocket, heading back to her room as swiftly as she can.
"Camie? Who was it?" Kenshin calls from his spot in the living room.
"Oh, it was just Seiji! He accidentally grabbed something of mine when we were packing to head home. He just dropped it off."
"Oh, okay! I'm glad to hear you guys had a good time. It sounds like that the hero life is really working out for you, sweetheart." She can hear the fondness in his voice.
She closes her door and laughs, tears filling her eyes. Hero. That word feels foreign to her now.
💗 What can I do to make you better? 💗
you don't have to do anything
i appreciate you worrying though
i'll be fine
💗 I miss your smile 💗
i'll try to smile for you
💗 I hate to see you upset :( 💗
oh haha... i appreciate it...
Shishikura had been surreptitiously keeping an eye on Camie as she quickly became more and more visibly agitated. Obviously, something was happening in the groupchat… not that Shishikura cared to look. He didn’t have the energy to do much more than lack back in his hotel bed, mindlessly play with his phone, much less pay attention to whatever disaster was going down in the chat.
He turned fully to look at her, though, when she let out a frustrated sound, and slammed her phone down on her bed beside her.
“Should I make so bold as to inquire what degeneracy has lead to this discontentment?”
The tone of his voice, to anyone who didn’t know him, might have sounded dispassionate. Anyone who did, though, would know otherwise. @s-camie
Camie has her head in her hands, knees pulled up to her chest. She’s so… tired. Exhausted. Emotions have been flooding her body constantly since the orientation has ended. Anger, confusion, grief, stress, nameless others. What they had experienced had her at a loss. She didn’t really know what she was feeling.
She seems to come back to her senses when Seiji speaks. Her head snaps back upright. “It’s nothing.” She lies. But really… what is there to say? There aren’t words for any of this. She wants to scream.
Instead, she settled for scooching back so she’s sitting next to her friend, silence overtaking the room for a few moments, maybe minutes. It’s suffocating, but she’s sure he understands. He went through what she did. She can still hear her screams, can see him (burning alive).
“I want to go home.” She swallows, eyes glassy. “But I don’t know what to do now. How do we go back to our parents? Back to school? Inasa… god…” She chokes on her words.
Shishikura’s eyes went glassy, recalling the torture he had witnessed Inasa withstand. Recalling the chains, recalling how he’d screamed… Screamed even after he had been released by death, back into reality. How he, Shishikura Seiji, for all his power, had been utterly powerless to save him. To protect Camie, to keep either of them from being consumed by flames, not even a chance to fight back against their fate.
Camie had been made to spend that weekend alone, with Inasa in the hospital and him put behind bars for those few days, for his attempt to teach the damned Hero Commission-with their impassive stares at Inasa’s torment, their passing off the trauma they were putting adolescents through–a lesson.
He’d never wanted any of that to happen. Not his inability to look out for his friends, not losing his cool at the commission, not abandoning his friends…
He realized suddenly that he was clenching his fists.
Hadn’t meant to do that either…
He let out a shaky breath and tried to relax his fingers.
Instead, he looked over at Camie, sitting next to him. Camie, uncharacteristically quiet and subdued, ever since the orientation. Where normally, she’d be full of energy, chattering away and making references that continued to sail over Shishikura’s head, she seemed sad and… Defeated. Like she felt as helpless as he did.
It made him hate the Commission all the more, for what they’d dared to take from him. From them. All of them.
He tried to relax his hands again, letting one fall next to Camie’s, slender fingers resting over her own.
“If we were to go back,” he murmured gravely, “we’d have to explain why. Now, I don’t know about you but… I don’t know if I can handle both returning early and having to rehash this whole debacle to Mother and Father. Assuming of course, that they even believed it…”
Camie's mind wandered. Back to those messages she had sent while she was alone. When she was angry and scared. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have given that person anything.... but she... she wanted the commission to know what they did wrong, and she knew her peers did too. Nobody could do anything about it, not her and the participants or the pros... so... what other choice did she have? She did what she had to do.
She visibly jumped when Seiji touched her, pulling her out of her nervous trance. The mention of the difficulty of going back, of trying to explain what had happened to their parents... it made her feel sick.
"I can't tell my dad." She decided, sighing. "He didn't even want to let me come here. If he knew what happened.... it would destroy him. I don't think he'd ever let me out of his sight again."
Another long pause. "Do you..." She grinds her teeth and swallows, trying to get the courage to bring this up. "Do you even still want to keep training to be a hero? If this is what it's going to be like? If this is the board we're ruled by?" Her voice is weak and she just barely glances at Seiji, but she grips his hand in hers now. Looking for some kind of validation in her own feelings.
[TW!! implied self-harm]
She's sitting on the bathroom floor. It's silent. It would be peaceful in almost any other context. But right now...
She's staring at a razor blade. A jar next to it.
She had dismantled her shaving razor in an anxious fit, she had been shaking then, breath heaving. Now she's sitting calmly. She knows what she needs to do. She knows what she agreed to do.
She can't take her eyes off the shining piece of metal. It looks wrong against the pure white tile of the floor. Menacing. A dormant threat.
A breath, then another, then she's picking it up.
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She's not quite sure how much time had passed between that moment and now, as she's finishing wrapping her arm. It stings, but she barely feels it. It's nothing compared to... to... (Flames. Screams. Begging. Red. Black. Blisters. Gunshots. Knives. Death. Death. Death. Death.)
She collects herself quickly, now only more sure of her decision.
She wanders out of the dorms, a jar full of dark viscous tucked into her jacket. It's dark now. Midnight, maybe. She barely steps out onto the sidewalk, placing the container onto the sidewalk. She thinks she sees a flash of a figure across the street but doesn't stick around long enough to find out. She turns around and walks right back to her room. It's done now.
Hopefully they come through.
They had promised, after all.
Shishikura had been surreptitiously keeping an eye on Camie as she quickly became more and more visibly agitated. Obviously, something was happening in the groupchat… not that Shishikura cared to look. He didn’t have the energy to do much more than lack back in his hotel bed, mindlessly play with his phone, much less pay attention to whatever disaster was going down in the chat.
He turned fully to look at her, though, when she let out a frustrated sound, and slammed her phone down on her bed beside her.
“Should I make so bold as to inquire what degeneracy has lead to this discontentment?”
The tone of his voice, to anyone who didn’t know him, might have sounded dispassionate. Anyone who did, though, would know otherwise. @s-camie
Camie has her head in her hands, knees pulled up to her chest. She's so... tired. Exhausted. Emotions have been flooding her body constantly since the orientation has ended. Anger, confusion, grief, stress, nameless others. What they had experienced had her at a loss. She didn't really know what she was feeling.
She seems to come back to her senses when Seiji speaks. Her head snaps back upright. "It's nothing." She lies. But really... what is there to say? There aren't words for any of this. She wants to scream.
Instead, she settled for scooching back so she's sitting next to her friend, silence overtaking the room for a few moments, maybe minutes. It's suffocating, but she's sure he understands. He went through what she did. She can still hear her screams, can see him (burning alive).
"I want to go home." She swallows, eyes glassy. "But I don't know what to do now. How do we go back to our parents? Back to school? Inasa... god..." She chokes on her words.
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On the matter of compensation:
Please have a parent or guardian call the following number or email the HPSC at the following address.
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Any prominent issues concerning the process itself may be taken up with me personally.
Thank you!
Shichirou Rikuto, HPSC
i just want to go home now . . .
It's over.
No, we're not okay.
If we don't answer a question the first time, please take it as a hint that me and my classmated don't want to talk about our new permanent psychological trauma caused by the commission.
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