Bedtime Scenario drabbles

The world of quirks and mutated people, superhumans that can defy physics and have a scientific explanation in order to plan a hypothesis of the future. It can see how far these meta abilities can take us. Each is different, and rarely the same. 

But they all fall into one colour. Never white, or black. But the in-between. 

The grey area: it can start light, so light that it could be considered white, yet it isn't. It gradually moves down the pallet, getting a shade darker each time until it's as dark as a room with no light. But it isn't black, as much as it may look like it and it may be easier to call it black. In this reality, it's dark grey: so dark that it hides what people refuse to believe is real.

This is because of the light grey, its brightness and almost white-like state is a distraction, it's safe, and it's comfortable.

The world is diverse, and those born into it all fall into this greyscale. A measurement of good from bad: which can be rewarding. But that depends on the gift you were given. 

However. Only because you're born into the light grey area, or in contrast the dark grey area. It never means that you have a certain place there. 

This is because society will decide, it will persuade you: whisper the good and bad into your ear, or behind your back. It can decide which section you fall under

If you let it

Some people are born in the dark. But rise and push past expectations. To rightfully take their place in the light. By this belief, also means that you can be born in the light and fall into the darkness

Metaphorical or physical darkness. 

The former takes your mentality hostage until you are forced to hide and confine yourself in the darkness. Because its coldness is the only thing you can feel.

You fall into the latter. The physical darkness.

///

"I don't think it's a good idea bubby", at the age of 3 you had already gained intellectual dominance over your brother. In those nine months you spent cramped up as roommates you must have taken some brain cells from him. The scene in front of you was evidence enough

"I just wanna know what happens" he looks up from where he's sitting on the floor. His body is turned to the wall but his head angles up at you, standing a foot or so away for safety. His argument was convincing enough for you to come any closer not that you wanted to see what would happen. 

This is on the bases he will go through with his experiment. He'd already come this far and the adrenalin he got from taking the metal fork from the draw already had him on a high. As high as a three-year-old could be without drugs that is.

"you're going to get hurt" he looks at your worried face with a bored expression of his own, you were totally ruining his high. "don't be such a wuss sissy" he tries to poke you with the fork in your leg but you step out of his reach

"I'm not a wussy, I'm just not stupid. Now stop, momma will call us for dinner soon" you try to reach down and grab the fork from his hand but he stops you. His own tiny hand grab your wrist and pull you to the floor quickly, "here goes nothing sissy", before you're given the chance to stop him the metal fork perfectly fits into the plug socket

You can't remember what came next, it all happened too quickly. But the feeling still stays with you to this day. That pulse of energy ran through your body. Only it didn't hurt as you had expected- as it should have. 

Nevertheless. That was the day everything changed for you. In that split second of a moment, when the electric current ran through both your bodies, affecting you both in different ways. 

"Sissy?" he grumbles, trying to shake away that static fuzziness that overcame his brain and contorted his thoughts. All he could do is call out for you "Sissy!" he tries again, this time looking to his side when you lay next to him, laying on your back. He attempted to reach out to shake you but found electric sparks jumping from his hand and onto your body

The golden bolt made contact with your skin, causing you to jump slightly in your spot and exhale a heavy breath with your eyes bursting open.

"See I told you we would be fine" he joked and sat up, but you still didn't move. His thoughts were no longer a jumbled mess. You still hadn't replied. Not even to his stupid remark. There was something wrong

 You never missed a chance to return a comment on his stupidity 

His hand shook you, in an attempt to somewhat annoy you, to get any response. He saw your eyes dart about the room "uh.. sissy?" his tone dropped, becoming worried 

"I-" you started, unsure of what you were saying "I- I can't see... I can't see you bubby" tears began to well at the side of your eyes and you blinked profusely. He immediately pulled your body close to his and looked at you closely, his own panic setting in "sissy, that's not funny" he denies, but then sees it

White clouded eyes. No sign of the golden colour you shared with him 

"Denki I can't see you!"

----

"looks like they both manifested quirks at the same time. Not unusual for twins. But very lucky in your case considering how it happened" the doctor explains while pointing at some diagram on the wall. You had no interest in what it was. There had been something else that had your focus taken away. Despite how mundane your hands may look to others. The things that you saw were completely different.

It wasn't a wonder that overtook you. Nor was it confusion, after all after your intense examination you had been told and explained to what it had been that you saw... or lack thereof. 

Yet your eyes still couldn't pull away from the yellow and white pulses that ran up and down your arms, to your hands, into your fingertips. With a wiggle of your fingers, it increased. When you relaxed they were barely noticeable. When you lifted your arm the yellow and white lines would concentrate down that arm. It was the same with each body part you moved 

"It seems you're still adjusting" the doctor spoke to you directly causing you to slowly look up at him. Which you immediately regretted. Looking at him made your eyes feel dry to the point where they felt like they were burning. His head lit up like the sun: the same white and yellow lines, some exploded like fireworks. But it was much more concentrated than any part of his body.

That's where they manifested. When they came and went from. And you could see it all. As he raised his hand to grab something from his desk, you watched the lines light up his arm and run to his hand. It was the same when he lifted the object and handed it to your mother who had been sitting by your side this entire time.

"honey" her voice was always soft whenever she spoke to you or your brother. And that's not saying that it wasn't now, despite how angry she should be there was no hint of malice there. There was no room for lamentation at the moment.

Your mother is the most beautiful woman you knew. That's what had made it all the harder to look at her when she spoke to you. Her face had been blurred out, it was too bright to look at. It hurt your eyes and you couldn't bear it. 

You presumed her hand was coming up to your face to gently caress- an action you would always find yourself leaning into you but now caused the opposite effect of pushing you away. The pain in your eyes was too intense the closer it came. But instead of the action, you had been used to, you felt cool metal slide onto your face followed by darkness. Like a tinted window in a car. 

Now when you looked at her, you saw her pretty face. Golden eyes, corn yellow hair, it was just how you knew it was. The glowing was still there. But much fainter.

"with time you will adjust to seeing it. And you should be able to turn it on and off, you just need the practice" the doctor was talking to you again, reading off his clipboard as if it was a script. Only nothing like this had been recorded before "the glasses should help with the pain, and you should keep them on at all times" with your voice hiding as it was you responded with a small curt nod.

"so to go over what we covered...

"You're daughter's quirk, is a strand of your own but it has caused a mutation across her body that keeps her immune to the effect of electricity. Through testing and questioning, she can see the electricity too. It could mean that in the future, with more development she may be able to manipulate it. So I'd advise that she become familiar with electronic devices to test that" 

"and what about.. the other part," your mother asks, side glancing down at you. Or more specifically your eyes 

"well... her eyesight has sharpened to focus on the current of electricity. Which means" he pauses for a second, thinking of the world to put this so it would be simple enough for both you and your mother to understand 

"she can see the electrical impulses sent from the brain across the body to do anything. The brain is the powerhouse, it sends information across the body through these electrical pulses, even for the simplest things like breathing, or blinking. More will be sent when others are moving a body part. Your daughter can see it all"

"and the drawbacks"

the doctor sighs. There's no easy way to give this information to you, let alone to your mother

"eventually. She will lose her sight and will have to rely on seeing the electrical impulses. Like she experienced when it manifested. Only it will be partially permanent"

"WHAT.. h-how"

"We tested her eyesight. And despite it being enhanced. It's also become additionally sensitive. So any normal light entering her eye... will burn her retinas and will continue to do so as she gets older. Which will leave her blind, with a mutation that can see pulses. Meaning when she uses her quirk, she will be able to see. But that has drawbacks of its own"

"electric pulse" you spoke up "I want it to be called electric pulse.. my quirk," you say, but it never seems to be heard by anyone

"you're telling me in today's age there is nothing you can do" your mother talks over you. Refusing to accept this fate for her baby. 

But you already had

---

After the incident, things started to change quickly. Whether it was the strained looks that Denki would cast from across the room. Or how you're mother began to another glass of wine during dinner. 

In a sense, these two specific changes were increasingly similar. Not because they were both built off the foundation of pitty and regret they held for you. But because they were becoming more frequent. 

Denki tried his best to help you, with the most mundane task, walking to the bathroom, looking for the Tv remote. It was as if he thought you couldn't do anything yourself anymore. And it was his fault. So he had to make up for it by doing these things.

You never held anything against him. But you never found yourself bringing it up first. Thinking back on it, things would have been a lot different. You're relationship with your brother that is.

For your mother. The increased surplus of drinking only seemed to do that. Increase. It could have been argued that work was too pressuring on her, and she had used that excuse plenty of times. But deep down you knew: being partially blind allows you to see the regret and torment in her eyes. This is because she forgets the partial part of it, after having so many half-empty glasses of wine. She can only think about the time of the day you are fully blind. The moments when you aren't using your quirk or practising it.

Only you were, and getting increasingly better at it by the day. Due to your quirk, your thought process is faster, allowing you to learn quicker. Your brain, being the powerhouse for this, is constantly active, creating more and more space to hold this information. 

Despite the one major flaw of your quirk: blindness. There are so many good qualities of it. Which both your mother and Denki fail to see over the next coming year. 

However someone did, when you managed to learn the entire curriculum at your elementary school, your teacher decided to move you up to middle school. Even then you were far too advanced, and your thirst for knowledge began to grow more. Like the doctor had told you, you were drawn to anything that had electricity, and that happened to be everything. Especially electronics. Which led to you inevitably download any information you came across online, straight into your brain. But it still hadn't been enough. You needed more. It was giving you a purpose in the darkness you swam through each day

only the more you found yourself learning, it affected you physically. Your matching corn yellow hair began to earn stripes of white until your head was completely painted the colour. The major change set you apart from others, making them watch you more closely for any other signs it had all been pinned down to your quirk eventually

It was your teachers who noticed this. Meeting had been organised, phone calls were made and you were observed closely. At some point, they debated moving you to high school at the age of 6. But your mother refused

"she's only a child... a BLIND one at that. She won't be able to look out for herself" is what she had said. You sat silently by her side looking at the Minister of Education. Your mother was dressed in her work scrubs, having come from work, a late shift as usual as an emergency physical therapist. Whereas you had worn your school uniform like Denki who was sitting on your other side, looking down at his hand in his shame. To these people he was invisible. The child could barely remember the alphabet on a good day. The difference in intellect had already been a small gap before your quirk manifested, but now it was a cliff's edge that set you apart. Although you never tried to get the attention, you sat in your room reading or attempting to code for the majority of your free days. Hell, he was in a whole separate school to you and many grades beneath. It wasn't your fault he was forgotten in your shadow.

"Ma'am. We have an offer, that would not only be beneficial to your daughter but to you're entire family" The woman speaking was young and beautiful, it wasn't until you activated your quirk that you could see the features on her face, much different from any woman you had seen before. And you scolded yourself for not noticing her foreign accent to place a voice on facial features. 

"I'm sorry but who are you," your mother asked, she was tired and irritated and wanted nothing more than to go home and have a glass of wine and a soak in the bath

"Ms Slyvia Sherwood, Handler, Wise" you were looking directly at her as you spoke up for her. Although it hadn't been a proper sentence, those in the room who were important enough, saw through the meaning. With one look at her, you had recalled all of the information you had just seen on her phone, gone through the firewalls of her secured account and read through her position.

Her face remained neutral thanks to her training. But beneath the mask she wore that radiated authority, you could still see the shock. All of her energy pulses were going straight through her head, it lit up like a bonfire as her thoughts ran rampant. 

"You are correct" the words sounded like praise to you, despite the flat tone she had used "Ma'am. I work for the government, specifically in handling children with admirable abilities, such as your daughter"

"What do you want" You could feel your bother flinch from beside yourself at your mother's contrasting tone to what it used to be. His hands began to subtly shake in his lap and you only notice because of his increase of pulses. He may be older by 5 minutes, but you were always the one to comfort him. So you rest your small hand on top of his and cast his a small smile as he looked at you

"We would like to adopt your daughter", this isn't what your mother had expected to hear. Yet she couldn't help but feel the small amount of light being lifted from her chest. You were a burden, not that she would ever tell you that. But you could still see it. The effort she went through to look after your bother, even more so yourself. She was a single mom, her boyfriend ran for the hills as soon as she had argued with him about terminating her pregnancy. Life became harder when both your quirks came because it wasn't the same.

Denki squeezed your hand and looks at your shared mother. He may not be the smartest but he could still see how she had relaxed her shoulders ever so slightly. His head looked back to you with eyes of worry and fear. Not that you could have seen it. But they were straining to keep the tears from running down his face

It was all his fault 

"Our organisation will place her into a new home, with two parents who are specialised in handling a child with her capabilities. She will be schooled to the highest standards where she can actually be challenged" she paused looking at you

"you've always felt drawn to it. Inventing?" you nod subtly because it was true. The scraps of metal and wire that built a small robot: hidden under your bed would agree with you if you had gotten your hands on parts to create a voice. 

The handler looks back at your mother "we are prepared to pay you a hefty compensation." your mother hadn't spoken, nor moved for the matter. Because she already had an answer, a ticket, a reason to give you up. And it wasn't for the kindness of her heart 

"y/n will be well taken care of. It's an opportunity that will not be held back due to her condition"

"when?" Denki looked back at his mother, feeling the spike run through his heart "when will she leave" even as he tried to squeeze your hand, your attention never fell upon his worry... You just looked at him calmly, and if it weren't for the glasses you wore, he would have seen the look in your clouded eyes

"Tonight"

/ //

on that same night that you let your brother cry into your shoulder, begging you not to leave with every ounce of passion he had in his body. Was the same night you met your new family. Or... half of one

you were still out of it. Leaving behind your family, having all your records of birth and doctor appointments changed, not to mention the change in your last name. Even more so when your brain is not capable of letting you forget the face of your distraught twin Denki, nor can it erase the sound of his crying or his shouting as you walked beside the woman back down your driveway for the last time.

there wasn't much to remember your mother by in that last interaction. A small hug, soft and gentle like it used to be. But her face was beautiful if not relieved. Not something you want to have as your last memory of her but it could have been much worse 

when you made it to your new home, it was late, the sun had already set but the light in the decently sized apartment was on. The handler knocked on the door in a pattern you find your eidetic memory copying. 

calm footsteps made their way to the door, not rushed like they weren't expecting guests. They were planned like someone knew you were already there waiting on the other side

when the door eventually opens at all man looks to the woman at your side and nods silently before moving out the way and letting you into his home. She guides you to the living room and you take a seat beside her on the plush sofa, recently bought

"Y/n..." the woman placed her hand over yours where your eyes had been trained, still watching those yellow lines run through. Her touch was gentle and delicate, gaining your attention. 

you looked to her with your glasses still covering your eyes and she nodded at the man who sat up straight in his chair like this was an interview "this is-"

"Agent Twilight- although you didn't thoroughly erase his birth name" his eyes widened and look to the handler, his mask falling off "it's sorted now though, I've done it for you" you assure quietly and looked back at the woman. She smiled although it could have come off as a smirk, you wouldn't know to be exact being blind and all 

"Right, thank you for that" she looks to the man and he clears his throat for your attention "I'm Loid Forman. But from now on you call me Father" 

"I'll call you dad.. since I never had one" your attempt at humour didn't pass, and you sighed "too soon?" He looked awkwardly at the woman and she laughed under her breath and began to stand

"As you probably already know the operation, and that Loid will be your career from now on. Try to do as he asks, if you feel as if you have a better alternative contact us, if we do not respond in time act upon your own accord. We are more than aware of your abilities and will not question it" she prepares to stand as she does she rests a securing hand on your head and rubs it affectionally as your mother would have 

"we will be in contact Twilight" she nods to him and takes her to leave, the living room falls silent and 'Loid" can't seem to find find the conversation no matter how much he tries. He already feels far less superior, having the information about you and your quirk, he knows you are smarter than him and much more capable 

"Hey- uh let's try to get this wrapped up. The faster we do, the faster we can get back to our old lives huh. You can go home to your brother " he tries and you look at him with a sad look 

"Can we not- um, talk about it" you responded quite sadly at the topic

"of course, it- it must be hard. So maybe we could make the most of it" he tried again.

"I'd like that... dad"

/////

It was only weeks after that Loid- your dad found someone to call his wife. Her name was Yor Briar, and what you could find of her was disturbing, but you didn't judge or snitch. Instead, you claimed that all her records were clean, and you found nothing alarming. Although it was the opposite 

She was a nice lady- not the best cook but your Loid made up for it. It felt more awkward calling her mom than it did calling Loid dad. It was a usual feeling, the domestic household itself was. Maybe it was because Denki wasn't there. And you weren't able to talk to him or even about him. You played into your role, it was even more difficult having to pretend to be a little less smart than you were. Not that Yor couldn't be trusted, more that it made the story more believable 

you had easily passed the written exam, although you forced yourself to lose a couple of marks- if your score was too high it would look too suspicious. They might call the police or even put you up in a higher grade like you were supposed to be in. That would hinder the plan, and you knew what you had to do, you didn't want to make it take longer either 

the most difficult part was the meeting. The bastard of an interviewer was really getting on your last nerve.

"are you sure you want to come to this school.. considering you're blind" what a nice way to put it? How would he like it if you asked if he'd be okay getting up the stairs because he is obese? Fatass 

"Yes. This school provides all that I desire, I like to make things and I'm great with technology. Eden Academy has the best appliances for me to achieve that dream" you spoke the rehearsed lines written by Loid, even though it was spot on and not a lie 

"But you're blind.. how-"

"Pardon my rudeness. But partial... I'm partially blind- which means I can see just not very well" you took off your glasses and tried not to be so affected by the brightness of the room, even without activating your quirk the light entering still burned 

"you see" you held up the glasses "normal lighting burns my retinas, they are overly sensitive. Which causes me to struggle to see, it hurts quite the bit too" slipping them back on you still maintain eye contact with them. This was a battle of intellect 

"The glasses are tinted, which stops the light from entering and allows me to see. Although it's not the clearest I make do with what I have. Just like any inspiring inventor would" you finished, smiling. Oh how badly you wanted Loid to praise you right now for keeping your cool 

"How elegant. Very inspiring indeed" the man with an eyeglass commented to himself under his breath 

"so then" the large young headmaster tightened his tie. He was getting ready to be personal to take a dig at you for making him feel stupid. You could see the thought process. It's like he didn't know that you could expose his gambling addiction right now by sending his account to the newspaper. Oh right....he doesn't 

"Do you prefer your new Mommy, or your old one" this motherfuc-, wait, why is your face wet. 

bringing a hand up to your face you could confirm your eyes were leaking. Not technically crying. Although it should be salty water. But your quirk- hindering you incapable of it. Your tear ducts are burnt too. Only- only blood would come out 

small gasps came from beside you. Yor stood up abruptly saying something, but you couldn't hear it over your own thoughts. 

'My old mom' 

the same woman who gave you up for a hearty payment. The one who let you leave her and your brother so easily. The woman who thought you were a burden. Could you even call her your mother anymore

Yor- she was more than a mom in the last 4 months than your mother had been in the past 2 and a half years.

"Yor... I prefer Yor. I don't- remember my other mom" everyone turns to look at you, Loid fist itching at his side. Yor takes a seat quietly looking at you shocked

"Yor tries really hard, but not so hard that it's rude. She's been more than kind, taking care of a daughter that isn't biologically hers. That's hard for anyone- being a parent, in general, is hard. Because it's a sacrifice. And that's what Yor has done for me"

The young headmaster fumed hearing the response. He hated it- because his own wife left him, taking his children. Effectively in his mind, you were telling him he was not only a bad husband but a bad father too.

"I don't think your dead mom would be-" Loid's fist colliding with the table cut the man off, and rightly so. You don't think you could have held back if he finished that sentence. Even if your mom is alive and probably better now. No one should have to hear that

"a mosquito?"

"if you'll excuse me I think that's enough. Yor, y/n... let's be on our way now. I'm starting to think this school isn't right for you" you didn't bother trying to argue, this was beyond your reach. You are the child and have to act as so. Yor gently takes your hand, careful not to break it in her own anger. 

The apartment was quiet after that... too quiet

The handler hadn't been overall happy about the message you had to send to her. But you could only keep your hopes up after that. Unless you took matters into your own hands and changed the records yourself. But you do prefer to be a law-abiding citizen, you don't want to make your hands dirty, even for something so small 

It was agreed you would decide to see what the outcome was. And with a single call, the Old house master- Henry Henderson, had already called. Everyone huddled around the phone, it was tense, more than tense

Loid put the phone back on the holster and turned to you, as always his face was unreadable. But with your quirk activated, his through we're running rampant- almost blinding you again, explosions of colour ran through his head like a celebration. He was happy 

"you got accepted!" He scooped you up and swung you around, the three of your cheering in unison. It felt strange, being held this close to his chest. He never showed you this type of affection, it was always casual interactions. Nothing like this. Yor's chest was pushed up against your back as she joined the hug. Both of them laughing and smiling, at you

they were proud. Of you. That's what that strange feeling was. 

acceptance by family 

///

The first day of school was hectic. although you could run right in headfirst with the plan that you already accumulated. You and Loid were already aware of who was in what class and which you to put were to be put in, thanks to yourself and Lloyds helper.

Yor had been the only one out of the three of you to be nervous, the two of you watched intently as the students began to the lineup in their orders – although it did catch you off guard to see who in fact would be your housemaster. The same man that adorned his attire with his eyeglass

but as soon as that name of been called – the same name that you have been told over and over again so many times it's been ingrained in your brain, the plan began.

Damion Desmond is the one person you have to keep your eye out for, the same person that you had to befriend. The person, one day that you would have to betray. The cocky look that he wore strode across that stage as if it was a theatrical performance- like it is the biggest act of his life, made this easier for you.

you tried to keep your eyes still as you observe him although hidden beneath the tinted glasses perfectly fitting on your face. The last thing you want to do is look obvious. It's sometimes easy to forget when you're so smart and talented at a young age, that your skills can only stretch so far. Making you remember acting wasn't one of them 

"Y/n Forger", Loid nudged your side gently and you stood taking a deep breath while expanding the cane you have formed a bond with. Let's just hope the bond is strong enough to get you down the stairs without falling 

small gasps came from the audience as you stepped on the stage, whispers from one parent to another. The children were worse. Being blind doesn't mean you don't feel their burning stare. Thankfully someone- you don't take the time to care who, guides you over to the line. 

you know you've reached it when your white cane is blocked by something. It was a foot- not just any foot, but a very important one, "my apologies" you say quietly and work your way to the end, holding back your smile. 

the first interaction was over and done with. Now you have his attention. If you focus enough you can pick out which body is his, revise the structured outline of his shilouette, remember the pattern the pulses go to, and focus on his posture. Analyse him and separate him from the others.

now you have him. His presence burned into your memory and was easily identified. 

Loid sits in his seat, closely focusing on how his eyes scan through the other students. He was admiring how focused you are, keeping a keen eye for detail in your body language- how you relax your body slightly, meaning you were accustomed to something. He'd seen you do it to him, to Yor, to Franky. It was your way of learning the person, their habit, their posture, making them easy to find in a crowd- all of which are identical to you, unless you focus 

Yor pats his shoulder, making him relax as you are led away by the new housemaster. Yet he can't bring himself to feel the entire burden being lifted off him and onto you. If anything he feels weaker, like he'd lost something, like his worry had doubled now you were out of his sight. It was stupid, he knew, because this is all just a mission, for the sake of said mission. He's not attached- is what he wants to believe

"is hard seeing them grow up," Yor says under her breath and he can help but tense up again. Why did he feel like this. Like he was... empty. he had no relationship with you besides having the same goal- to get the mission wrapped up, so he could go back to better missions and your home to your real family. 

so why 

why did he feel that pain in his chest watching you walk away carefully behind these classmates? He knew you were far from vulnerable, despite your setback. You were smart and level headed- but still a child

---

You were hanging at the back of the crowd, almost. There had been some boys behind you, two that were irrelevant and the one you were watching. Or more like, one that was watching you. Ignoring his gaze on your back you tried to listen to the girl walking beside you- who was kind enough to let you rest your hand on her shoulder so she could guide you around the halls. Becky was nice, she was valuable too like your da-Loid said she was. 

while she talked absentmindedly about how she couldn't wait to start the term, and how she promised to help you whenever you were in need- you just hummed in response and thanked her politely, not that you wanted to pay into the poor blind girl

"hey, batty!" A scrunched piece of paper bounced off the back of your head causing you to stop and look over your shoulder. Damion was smirking- which you only saw as you activated your quirk to see him. Becky tried to stand in front of you "hey, that's not nice" she argued but it went unheard.

The two irrelevant students pushed her aside, causing your gaze to watch her as she stumbled, only for the line of sight to be blocked by Damion. His hand rested on your shoulder and guided you back into a wall, you responded by keeping your face plain, waiting for him to speak up 

"Why is some blind kid like you, ruining the reputation of a great school like this huh?" He tilts his head mockingly and you don't give a response, only tilting your head to see Becky's worried face 

"I'm going to bully you every day. ha, you won't even see it comi-" 

"do you know what my dad taught me?" You cut him off, tilting your head up to look at him, his face fell into confusion and anger "there is only one way to deal with a bully" 

He smirks down at you, "and what's a blind girl like you going to do-" your arm moved quickly, allowing you to backhand him across the face swiftly. He stumbled back into the opposite wall and knocked over the bin in the hallway. He held his hand on his cheek- now turning red. The other boys rushed to his side shouting in worry

Becky immediately came over to you, many emotions running through her. But the stars in her eyes practically blinded more with the light festival in her brain 

"what going on back there?" The house master called from in

front and you smiled gently at the girl before stepping away and using your white cane to locate where Damion had been resting up against the wall. Footsteps were quickly approaching from your right 

"oh my- I'm so sorry. I didn't see you" you spoke gently, a voice dipped in worry to play the part of the innocent blind girl. Damion's eyes widened as he looked at the mask you wore 

the footsteps stop right beside you "and what happened here?" The man spoke and you looked up at him sadly "I-I was talking to Becky, thanking her for helping me. She asked where the toilet was and I thought I remember it being down there" you turn slowly and point back down the corridor 

"b-but I spun too quickly and hit this young boy in the face. I- I didn't even know he was there" you pull your offending hand into your chest and look down, "I thought everyone was infront, I didn't even hear him" you look to where he was with a shameful look. 

Before the house master can speak you kneel and pull out your handkerchief, aimlessly trying to find the young boy's face, once you do you wipe away his tears "I'm so so sorry, please forgive me. I'm in new surroundings and haven't got any bearings here yet. I hope your okay" you speak sweetly as if trying to really make amends for it.

The Housemaster watches as you wipe away the body tears kindly 'how- how ELEGANT!'

Damion can't bring himself to speak. It's like the words were stuck in his throat. His mind was dizzy- unsure whether it was because of the impact of the slap rattling his brain, or how gently you wiped away his tears and soothed him with sweet words.

"Ahem- Miss Forger" you stand up, putting your hanky away and looking to where you heard the old man's voice. He fell to one knee slowly to be level with you, " There was no ill intent behind your action- in fact, it's admirable how you had first ingested to help Miss Blackbell. So please do not be worried. However, I am more than moved by your actions to make up for a mistake you can't help. It's a fantastic quality" he assures you and you nod while he stands up. Students begin to pool behind him 

"And because of your kindness and generosity. Caring for a fellow student who you have just met, showing this great quality. I'm proud to say that you- Miss Forger, will be the first student in history, to receive a Stella Star on their first day for your goodwill. So hold your head up high" he finished with a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulder

"thank you, sir" you fixed your posture and bowed to emphasise your great fullness. Although it was mostly a cover for the smirk you could hold back. When standing straight, the man had already fished the gold star out of his blazer and was prepared to pin it to your uniform. The other students 'oohed' and 'wowed' at your achievement 

"now let's continue shall we" he spun on his heel and took lead again. In the background, the two boys standing rushed away when you turned to look at them. Damion was positioned on the ground looking up at you

Tilting your glasses up op on your head you looked at him with white eyes "know your place, Damion Desmond". 

Becky jumped at your side and took your hand to lead you away, you smiled at her and listened to her praise you. Damion could all but watch you walk away pridefully, his heart pounding in his chest rapidly. His face was hot, and not out of anger. 

But because of something he was yet to understand.