꒰ঌkatsuki Bakugo໒꒱

I met her when I was a child.

I was drowning in a river and she was the one who pulled me out.

He didn't ask who I was. He didn't care that I was different. He just held out his hand.

Then I found out what it was.

And I listened to the stories.

“They are dangerous.”

“One day he will lose control.”

“Don’t come near me.”

So I listened.

I walked away.

I never thought about what it meant to her.

She just wanted a friend.

Someone who wouldn't look at her as if she were a threat.

And she was left alone again.

The years passed.

Every time I saw her, she was more distant.

People insulted her.

He was chasing her.

He was trying to kick her out of the village.

Me too…

I did nothing.

Until one night I heard a roar.

I ran towards the forest.

I found her there.

But she was no longer white.

Its form had disappeared into a huge, completely black, irregular mass, as if darkness had devoured its body.

Amidst that darkness, numerous white eyes appeared, shining from different places.

It didn't look like any animal.

It was a creature.

A beast.

The same one that everyone had said would one day be.

I stepped back.

She looked at me.

For a moment I thought it was going to attack me.

But then I saw one of those eyes stop on me.

And I remembered that small hand pulling me out of the river.

The girl who just wanted to stop being alone.

I understood the truth too late.

Shapeshifters were not born as monsters.

When they accumulated too much hatred, when they stopped feeling safe, when the rejection ended up consuming them…

Its color was disappearing.

And they became that.

People said they were the monsters.

But no one wanted to admit who had turned them into that.

I took a step towards her.

-"…It's me."

Their eyes remained on me.

—“The idiot you saved.”

I didn't know if he could hear me.

Even so, I moved forward.

-"…Sorry."

Because that creature in front of me had not been born that way.

We had created it.