seen from Argentina
seen from Greece
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ireland
seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Russia
seen from South Korea
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Argentina
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from United States
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He’s a mess when the sensation ends. Gripping to his chest and to his hair, Kurushimi trembles, tears in his eyes as he pants to himself, trying to- trying to somehow place what’s happened.
...
His wrist throbs, the still-healing wound from that creature’s bite sparkling slightly in the night.
Kurushimi wakes with a start. His eyes flash away from their gray, violently changing into a storm of violet before it returns to normal as he blinks.
Grimacing, he makes a small choking sound to himself as he curls up on his side in the bed, shivering and shaking all over. He feels... strange.
He feels... like he’s... being ripped apart.
...
6:34pm
[The creature skitters off.
Kurushimi frowns. He stares at his wrist for a moment, looking at the tiny wounds left there from the creature’s bite. It sparks a few times with a vague, fading light.
...
He’s hungry... Thinking only about that, Kurushimi continues his trek back towards UA, hardly paying attention to the little beast chasing around at his ankles.]
6:33pm
[Teeth sink into the telltale scar on his wrist.
Kurushimi winces all the more as his quirk activates against his will, the scar lighting up a violent, sparking red, lights flashing all around him. The little creature’s jaws clamp down harder and the lights suddenly go a bright blue, then green, then purple then-
Gray.
The light fades.]
6:33pm
[When he draws his hand back fast, his fingers are doused with a gray slime.
Kurushimi stares at it in mild horror. He’s almost forgotten about--]
Ah-
[Something thin and coiling shoots up his arm. Before he could even hope to move, to even jerk his hand away, its little jaws pry themselves open, fangs sharp and dripping.
It bites down.]
6:32pm
[And he’s on his way back! It takes a little longer than he means it to, but that’s because trekking through the mountain is a little difficult. He needs to do more cardio, for sure.
Sighing a little as he thinks of how he should train, he reaches in his little grocery bag as he searches for something to start to munch on.
His fingers brush against something smooth and round as he searches, something that immediately starts to crack open as he touches it.
He winces in surprise as it suddenly breaks open.]
6:00pm
[Another day, another snack session. Honestly, Kurushimi thinks, he should probably start to cut down from these... It’s getting to be such a bad habit. Plus, he’s probably going to start gaining weight if it keeps up, and nobody wants that.
... But he wants mochi... and it’s so hard to fight off a craving. A notorious weakness of his, at this point.
So! He goes! It’ll be fast, he swears as he runs off fast, heading for the campus gates. He won’t even miss curfew.]
Kurushimi pouts to himself, curled up in bed with his blankets over him. He watches the footage over and over, the screen glowing brightly around him and flashing in all different colors. A dramatic scarlet rushes all along the screen, spinning and spinning into a beautiful vortex that travels higher and higher. He watches the dramatic whipping of a cape across the screen, the triumphant and determined expression of a hero as he works and saves the day.
It’s so cool...
So cool...
It’s... everything a hero should be...
Kurushimi smiles softly to himself, eyes sparkling as the video ends. He easily clicks play again to watch it once more.
