Red Velvet 'Cosmic' MV

Red Velvet 레드벨벳 'Cosmic' MV

I'm sorry y'all, but Red Velvet ATE THIS UP!! GO LISTEN TO THIS SONG, IT'S ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!

I've never loved a music video THIS MUCH!! The song is awesome too, like, I'm floating into outer space.

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: Let me know how you guys are enjoying the series so far!

Word Count: 2.2k (2,266)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

~Kira~

Oxy-Man takes me back to the base as soon as we're done shopping at the bookstore, and I wasn't the only one that came away with something in my arms. He bought himself two small, cover-less novels, telling me that he'd finally have something interesting to do while he was away from the base. I gave him a small smile, hoping that I didn't give away any of the emotions that were racing through my chest.

We eventually made it home, and I quickly went to my room, avoiding anyone that attempted to make conversation with me. That probably made me look as suspicious as I feel, but I can't wait to read this note any longer. The boy, Shoto, told me to put the note he gave me in my pocket, and I was willing to get caught reading it because of my impatience.

But I didn't. And now I can read it.

I open the once folded paper – it's crumpled now – and read the words slowly.

‘Meet me back at the shopping center in 2 days. Make up an excuse, or something. I need to give you something.’

I read the note again, and again, and a million times more and my mind still managed to feel lost. What is so important that he has to meet me back in two days? Aren't we supposed to be strangers? He didn't even tell me his name. I had to hear another person say his name before he even thought to tell me.

I folded the note and grabbed a small cup of water. I could feel the energy leaving my body as I created a lighter. I hovered the piece of paper over the water and set it on fire, letting it burn between my fingers enough for it to fall into the water. I put my burnt fingers in the cold water, exhaling a pained breath. I saw pieces of the paper float up to the top of the cup as I walked it to the bathroom. I poured the water down the toilet, flushing away any evidence of the paper.

I walked back to my room as if I had done nothing wrong, and I sat uneasily on my bed. I slid onto the floor and just sat there, lost in my mind. A lot has happened today, and I don't know if I can handle going back and experiencing it all again in two days. Maybe I was just stressed in general. Maybe, somewhere inside my brain, I'm telling myself not to do this because it's stupid.

Maybe I shouldn't go.

I hear a hesitant knock on my door, and I look over to see that Tomura is standing there, watching me spiral. I must've left the door open because I don't recall hearing Tomura open the door. He shuts the door and walks into the room, gesturing to the spot beside me. I nod and he slides onto the floor next to me.

We don't say anything for a long time. I hear his breathing and he probably hears mine, but we don't say anything. We just sit in silence until one of us decides to speak.

I move my foot and I subconsciously bump Tomura's foot with it. He finally looks in my direction and bumps my foot back, eventually leaning on his hands against my bed. He speaks into the silence.

“You wanna talk? You look like you're gonna explode… in a bad way.” I hit his arm as he quietly laughs at my reaction.

“Exploding is bad in any way!” He shakes his head and looks back at me with a serious expression. I frown, but he gestures for me to say something.

“It’s nothing, really. I'm just stressed out. Maybe I'm not sleeping enough.” He continues to frown. I don't want to lie to him, but if I told him what I was going to do in two days, I'd be dead meat. He'd most definitely tattle tell on me to Da Da, and I'd rather not get into any more trouble than I have this year.

He sighs. We're back to square one again.

The silence in the room is overbearing, and I don't know how long I can go before I tell all I know. I try not to let the room close in on me, but my body feels the same trapped feeling that it did when I ran away for the first time. I knew how it felt to be locked away once I was free, but this feels ten times worse. And as the room seems to get smaller and smaller, the silence consumes me…

But then Tomura speaks.

“I know that I haven't been talking to you much, but I've been busy with some… stuff.” He says calmly. I know he's referring to the work he's been doing with Da Da for a while, so I just nod my head. He scoots closer to me and continues to speak.

“I can't really tell you what we’re- I mean, what I'm going to do, but it's going to be huge. And before you ask, Sensei doesn't want you to get involved just yet.” He leans closer and whispers into my ear. “He has something big planned for you.”

I scoot away from him as dread fills my gut. Whatever All For One has planned for me, I don't want to be involved in it. It's one thing to be raised as a villain, but it's another thing to actually commit a full scale crime. Making fake money and copying a bunch of books are small things that I've grown numb to doing, but I don't think I could ever… kill anyone.

Tomura's face returns to a frown before I can fix my composure. I can't change anything that’s already been planned for me – and he knows that – but I can certainly change the way I react to the plan. And because of my reaction, I've somehow pushed away the only person I was close to in this stupid, suffocating base.

The older boy’s face goes completely blank as he stands up to leave. He looks to me before opening the door.

“I know you've always had this… strange desire to leave this home behind. But I never thought you'd actually choose that over being here.” Tomura huffs in frustration, looking away from me once again.

“Y'know, the benefit of being here is that you have me. I have you. You're the only person I'm actually close to, and you're kind of killing it right now.” He opens the door and walks out, ignoring my raised hand reaching towards him. When the door clicks shut, I feel my hand ball into a fist and my vision is blurry. Tears land on my legs as I curl up into a ball of nothingness. I can't help but feel bad even if Tomura is screwed up in the head. He feels like I'm betraying him, and in a way, I am.

It doesn't seem to matter that he's been ignoring me for the last couple of months. What matters is that I thought about escaping – that I thought about being free.

I swatted at the tears running down my face and made myself lay across my bed. I feel like I just ran a marathon, but my eyes won't stay closed. Maybe it's the unresolved, one-sided argument that's keeping my mind awake. Or maybe I just can't stop thinking in general.

I sigh, scanning through my memories to find one of my favorite books, The Goldfish Monarchy. This book was one of the very first ones I've read, and I've kept it in my memories ever since. It's a small novel that doesn't seem serious until you actually read it. Still, it is a rather silly book to read.

I close my eyes and flip through every page in my head, rereading the same lines over and over. I am able to breathe again. My hands aren't balled up with fear, and my muscles aren't tense anymore. I feel myself drag a little slower in my reading until I stop completely, and let myself go to sleep.

For the first time in forever, I sleep as if I have nothing to worry about.

All of my worries go away…

–

I finally wake up, rubbing my eyes and begrudgingly check the windows to see what time of day it is. Against my will, my eyes widen as I am met with a bright light. I sit up fully, taking in a deep breath and trying to figure out if my mind is playing tricks on me. I glance out the window again and I still see a bright light pouring into my room.

I gasp and immediately jump out of bed, grabbing my boots in a hurry. Once I have them on, I don't even bother to tie them before I'm running out of my bedroom in a panic. I pass by Tomura's room with ease, not even letting my mind process my dilemma with him. I blast through the area as Kurogiri portals himself into the room.

He sees me running towards the door in a panic and somehow stops me in my tracks. I turn to him and see that he stared back at me with the same blank expression he always has. We both don't look away from each other until I remember why I was running. I try to make my way to All For One's room, but my feet stay stuck to the ground. I turn to him once again and he finally accesses the situation.

“What are you running for, Kira? Are you trying to escape again?” I shake my head in a hurry, trying to explain myself. All that comes out of my mouth are incoherent and shaky words that even I don't understand. But somehow, he manages to understand.

“Are you worried that you will receive a punishment for being late to your training?” I nod, giving up on trying to make a coherent sentence. He hums in acknowledgement.

“Well, you have quite the luck streak. All For One has given you a break from your training today.” I tilt my head in confusion. Why would he suddenly do that? Is today opposite day? Am I dreaming? Maybe a nightmare?

Kurogiri gives me an answer almost immediately.

“Young Tomura has begged All For One to let you rest, and he has granted you a day's rest. You are free to go back to your room.” I blink in confusion as Kurogiri says this all with ease. I huff through my nose and shake my head in frustration. Before I walk back to my room, I give the portal man a “thanks”. He gives me a curt nod before taking up another task that'll keep him busy.

I don't know what's wrong with Tomura. He makes me feel like an outlaw one minute, then he's secretly begging my father to be lenient with me the next minute. I really don't know how to feel other than grateful for the chance to sleep more.

I walk into my room and immediately start cleaning everything. I should take advantage of today because I may never get a chance like this again.

I pile my books anywhere that isn't under my bed and I organize them in neat stacks. I clean off my bed and remove the blankets that I’ve kept since I learned how to create things with my quirk. I spend my energy on making new, clean, comfortable blankets and pillows for my bed while I clear out the old ones.

As I finished organizing my entire room, I finally realized how tired I actually was. Despite getting almost 12 hours (or more) of sleep, I still felt the heaviness of my eyelids every time I blinked. I used the last bit of my energy to make myself an appropriate set of nightclothes, which I hadn't done since I was younger, and I changed. Even though my father would constantly send someone to buy new clothes to fit Tomura and his needs, he would often neglect the fact that I needed clothes as well. I always had to make my own things. I was quite content with doing these things by myself, until I found a book sitting next to The Doctor's desk. That's when I realized that the one thing I couldn't create on my own demand… was books.

I found a reason to leave the base. And even though All For One wasn't willing to teach me things like reading or writing, or even how to speak, I was able to learn. With the help of Tomura, I was able to read, write, and create more books. And I was able to convince my father to let me leave the base to read more books. I started understanding how the real world worked, and I created money and learned how to not act weird in public.

But I'm still not the best at that, even.

I crawl into my bed, feeling like a new and fresh teenager. If I could, I would stay in my bed all day until I got bored to death. That's how comfortable I felt. For the first time in years, I fell asleep, not feeling like a horrible and guilty person for wanting something that I couldn't have.

Freedom.

And if that boy from the park could give me any sort of freedom, I was willing to take it.

Anything for freedom.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭