MHA NEW STUDENT 37

You were quiet once. Not because you were scared— But because storms don’t speak until they’re ready. They called you Akari. Thirteen. Chains and ink. Not the kind of girl people understand. But the kind they remember. You didn’t grow up safe. You didn’t get warm meals or training arcs. You got shadows. You got silence. And one day, you got power. It didn’t show at first. Not at three. Not at four. So they gave up on you. They were wrong. Now, you walk into rooms, And the air holds its breath. You don’t shout. You snap. And the world listens. Your Quirk isn’t one thing. It’s many. Dark, shifting, beautiful. Some call it Gothic-1000. You call it home. You’re not here for friends. You’re not here for praise. You’re here to write your name in shadows— And maybe… just maybe… Find someone who doesn’t flinch when you smile.