The only friend she had at once point in her life so why was he pretending to not know who he was? Who 𝙨𝙝𝙚 was?”. “What are you talking about? You’re Theo.”.Her tone shifted to annoyance. “And I’m Himiko! Quit playing around.”

Himiko’s smile twisted into a confused expression, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 was definitely Theo. She knew him anywhere. The boy certainly looked like him, if not older and more beaten down but that was him!. Even from where she stood, she could smell that was her childhood friend. .

A strange scoff escaped her lips hearing that sentence, and she smiled for a moment, a brief pause to allow him to finish the bit, crack his own smile and laugh. But nothing happened, and instead silence filled the gaps. .

You’re the smartest of all of us.

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But not of 𝙝𝙞𝙢. And as her eyes set upon this once familiar face, a chill runs down her spine — a ghost of her past come to haunt her?. “Theo…?”.Her voice had no trace of that usual chipper, sadistic tone. Confusion sets in as she cautiously approaches.

occupy her mind when she’s alone. She wouldn’t dare show her melancholy to the others; not that they wouldn’t understand but under the assumption that they might ask about it. Himiko wanted to 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 her old world away. Every part of it. Every memory. .

boomed louder than the bass that often played alongside. It was chaotic and messy, but the loudness kept the other thoughts at bay — thoughts she had attempted to erase long ago that still creep up now and again. And, from time to time she allows them to resurface and. .

Silent moments were hard to come by these days, along with fresh air to breathe. For too long did Himiko find herself breathing in the stuffy air of various basements and abandoned buildings. Her ears rang with the sounds of colleagues bickering — their voices . .

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this is what he looks like to me

golden hues watch as the blood clots up and ceases to pool. and that gnawing hollowness returns. annoying. why is chaos only fun with others?.and why can’t she master the art of it alone?.

inner conflict manifests outwardly — chewing on her finger until it pools blood. she swallows it so easily. it pacifies her for a moment,.but it’s never quite as sweet as.someone else’s. .

then her inner monologue is replaced by stain’s voice —.they’re just not 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺. but who is?.the number one hero? number five? do rankings equal 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴?. someone who would gladly go head to head against her blades. .

she would hang around crime scenes that weren’t even her own doing just to play her twisted games of cat and mouse with whichever heroes happen to be on patrol. they never catch her. and she’s always disappointed. .

“ 𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯? ”. is a sentence himiko often thought about herself during her chaotic escapades. — setting fire to everything, vandalising whatever she comes into contact with. .