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      ITSUMI MIDORIYA WAS frustrated, rage-ful, she's seething as the blood in her veins boil like molten lava. Her glaring gaze is full of red hot anger. She didn't have words, she only had temptations. Her fingers twitched violently as they yearned, craved, to tear the world apart. She was so stressed that she wanted to express her rage in a murderous rampage - she wanted to spill blood and feel it on her hands.

It was still the same day as she discreetly stomped away from the beach and back towards the apartment. Though, no matter how much distance she put between herself and Izuku, she couldn't calm down. She wants to explode and release all her bottled fury. Just why? Why was her brother so interested in heroics? Why did he want to become a hero? Why were he and their father the same?

Tch, Itsumi scoffs, scowling. Heroes, they ruin everything. 

She thought it was ironic. Heroes were supposed to help and save people, they were suppose to make things better. However, in her life, heroes seem to do the opposite. First, it was when her father decided to take his hero career and go abroad, disrupting their family lifestyle. It ruined her childhood seeing as she was forced to grow up, because when he left she had to be the one to comfort her mother and reassure her that things were going to be okay, and she had to be the one to hold her younger brother as he sobbed for being quirkless, she was his support. Itsumi was the one to fill the space he willingly ripped open when he left to become a hero. 

And now, it seems that history is repeating itself. Though, this time, she won't stand around and be the supporting pillar like she was the first time! No, this time, she'll free herself from the shackles that were forced on her from a young age!

This time she'll do the damage of ripping their family apart! 

This time, she'll watch as everything crumbles!

Gritting her teeth in a manic smile, Itsumi makes her way up the stairs of the apartment complex, and quickly strides until she reaches her family residence. Taking one final breath, the green haired girl composes herself into the façade she always wears around others. Opening the door, she walks in with a content fake smile as she pretends like nothing happened in the past hour that made her so filled with rage. 

Making her way through the apartment, she sees her mother in the living room, folding laundry. 

"Oh, Itsumi, you're home! How was your day at the beach," Inko asks, looking at her daughter. 

As the older woman observes her oldest child, she can see just how tired the girl really is. Dark bags decorate the area under her eyes, making the craters in the moon seem like child's play. Her usually tanned skin looks pale and flaccid, so sickly and aged despite her being seventeen. Her ruby eyes are filled with exhaustion, but Inko could see hints of sadness and anger in them, but other than that, her eyes are empty - the jewels that they're suppose to resemble are dimmed, dull, and worthless of the crystal shine.

And suddenly, the mother is filled with guilt. Here her daughter stands, barely the age of an adult but looks like she's already lived several lifetimes. Here she stands being a stay-at-home mom whilst her child is working several jobs just to make ends meet; paying bills, paying rent, buying groceries, and buying them whatever necessities they need all while maintaining a perfect school record with attendance and grades. How could she allow her own daughter to spread herself so thin? She's supposed to be the one taking care of her children, not the other way around! Her daughter was supposed to have a carefree childhood, but instead Itsumi grew up stressed and worrying for money, working tirelessly for most of her life - she was supposed to be a kid, not an adult!

Instead of friends, her daughter only has notices, bills, and work.

"It was okay." The teen simply answers.

Inko gives a forced smile, not wanting to show her concern. "Well- "

"I'm pretty tired. I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep," Itsumi interrupts, walking past the short woman.

As she disappears down the hall, Inko slumps in the couch, letting the unfolded shirt in her hands rest on her lap. She releases a deep sigh, her green eyes brimming with tears.

She doesn't even know her daughter anymore, and she can't help but feel that it's all her fault.

If only she tried harder.

If only she did better. 

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      ITSUMI ENTERED HER bedroom and immediately dropped her facade. Her ruby eyes were instantly vexed into murderous slits as her lips parted in a animalistic snarl. Wanting to express her frustrations, she grabbed a pillow resting on her bed and without hesitation, her sharpened nails tore the cushioned fabric into pieces. Ripping it as if it were her prey, tearing and killing it until it resembled nothing but shreds.

It didn't satisfy her.

Choking back a yell to stay silent, the green haired girl turned towards her bed, marking the furniture as her next target. Using her quirk, the girl outstretched her hand and swiped it in the other direction. Immediately, as if pulled by invisible strings, her pillows were all thrown across the room as they crashed to wall opposite of her bed. The destruction didn't stop there, unfortunately. Next, Itsumi took a hold of her dark red comforters and tore it apart. The ripping of seams sounded so euphoric in her angered state, that it practically makes her moan in satisfaction.

Wanting more, she repeats the actions with her linens, bedsheets, pillows, and curtains.

In the end, her bedroom is a scene straight out of a disaster zone. However, the sight of it makes the teen sigh in content. Her chest is heaving from the workout, so she flops back on the bare mattress. Biting her lip in satisfaction, she grips the sides of the bed and revels in the released endorphins - the serotonin of unleashing her anger.

Then, she laughs.

The pleasure she felt when ripping her furniture, it felt so... So thrilling! So intoxicating!

So stimulating!

Who needed a partner when she could cause chaos and destruction?

Yeah, she definitely didn't see anything interesting in heroics. It's anarchy that called to her, whispered to her, the means of breaking rules and destroying everything is what seduced her. It was the key to breaking out of her shackled life. Yes, she was aware of the siren song that sang to her, but she would willingly crash into the rocky shores if it meant that she could be forever free.

So yes, why should she stand here and watch her brother follow his dreams? Why stand around and wait, when she could break free and follow her own dreams?! Why suffer in silence by being the supporting pillar when she can run away and do what makes her heart sing?

It's time she stops doing what's expected of her and does what she wants!

Even if it's the cause of her destruction.

At least she'll be free!

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Whoop whoop! That's chapter seven! A short one, I'm sorry, but it's about to get exciting! Maybe one, or two, more chapters until she has her psychotic break.

She's already spiraling! Izuku was the stressor, now she needs the big-bang to trigger her, to break her! The sooner she breaks, the sooner we can start the canon plot of bnha!

Oof - destroying things is her kink 😃😳
Shigaraki be taking notes 📝

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