OhItsThatGirl

Creeping through crops and flying through fields, only to find that the crow is missing the answer he desired. Power is what ruled the crow and knowledge is what slithers through feathers and tangled around beaks, snagged in their gullets only to be later hacked up and digested by bugs and worms or absorbed by bleak black fungus. Capturing wings and clipping talons enrage those who take flight and scavenge. Save yourself, young crow, and take to the air as you once did, only with much greater vigor and strength. You've found your muse.

U.A, a prestigious school for those who knew that the field of hero was what they wanted, and the school helped fuel their need for it. You knew you wanted to be a hero more than most, but some made you feel like you didn’t want it hard enough. Others like Bakugou Katsuki or even Midoriya Izuku made you feel like your drive wasn’t hard enough, and as if you were unworthy of being there. During your lunch break, instead of going to the cafeteria like your friends and other students, you headed towards the school rooftop to get some fresh air. The stairs to the roof seemed to drag on endlessly, each stair seemingly getting higher,

Shouta Aizawa wasn’t a patient man, in fact most would call him very impatient man child, but today he would be patient. He sat in the small coffee shop near U.A, hidden in a booth that sat far away from other people, mainly annoying teenagers that insisted on screaming every word that spilled from their mouths. Some of the students he taught at U.A stared at him and his homely attire, wondering why he was sitting alone in a booth separated from the rest of the world. They would never know he was waiting on an old friend that he hadn’t seen in awhile-- one year, four months, and sixteen days, but he wasn’t counting the days.

You were watching yourself; your body wasn’t moving on your command. Tears fell from your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks like a spigot whose handle had been broken. Tremors overtook your body, it was like the ground beneath you was being shaken. Focusing on your breathing was an impossible task, but you had tried. You tried to stop crying. You tried to fix yourself before Kakashi got home, you didn’t want him to see you like this. You always hid the fact that you had panic attacks from him, but today it just hit you like a freight train. You couldn’t hear the knock on the door, and you didn’t hear it opening. You

During the Chūnin exams, you had met briefly in the forest. It scared you to death, but you had met him. Your team almost ran face first into them while you were escaping every other team you saw. You passed his team and you made eye contact while jumping through the trees. His cold, sea foam eyes looked right at you. At that moment, you knew you wanted to know more about him. So you did. You made your team stand beside theirs when everyone had to fight one another. You tried to communicate with them, but it was like talking to a wall; which you had before, so you knew they weren’t going to respond. But, Kankuro had made a comment

“Genma, you dick head! You know I can’t reach this, but no! You just had to put it that high!” you glared at the bandanna clad ninja who was smirking. “What of it, short shit? It’s not my fault you can’t reach the shelves that I can.” he shrugged. “'What of it?’ Genma, I hate you sometimes.” you pouted. “You love me, though. What’s not to love of this?” He flipped his hair and you snorted. “Yeah, I love those greasy locks of yours,” He fake gasped and held a hand to his heart. “That hurt, Y/n. It hurt right in here.” Genma patted his ch

“You should really learn not to throw yourself into every battle,” you said, glaring at the wounded Madara. “Shut the hell up and just heal me.” he hissed. “No need to be so pushy,” You knelt by his side and green chakra emitted from your hands. You pressed your hands against one of his open wounds on his chest, grimacing slightly when it started to leak a little blood. “Damn, Madara, what the hell did you do out there?” “Well I don’t know, Y/n, what do you think I did in battle?” he asked sarcastically. “Frolicked through the flowers with all of our enemies?”

“Eh? Naruto, I um, I don’t really feel comfortable eating with your teammates,” You scratched the back of your head, trying not to make yourself seem too awkward. “Come on, Y/n! We always eat together anyways! I’ve met all your friends, It’s about time you meet mine!” Naruto said eagerly, making you want to groan. Yeah, he’s met your friends, but your friends weren’t ninjas. They held normal jobs that were relatively safe, excluding all the times that the village got attacked. You weren’t really feeling up to meeting his comrades, because honestly, being around any other ninja besi

“You really had to go and do a stupid thing like that?” questioned Shikamaru. You lifted your head up from your hospital bed and smirked. “Of course I did, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.” He sighed and sat in the chair beside your bed. You brought your hand up and motioned for him to come closer. He leaned in, bringing his face close to yours. “I’m fine, Shikamaru, don’t worry about it. Go home and get some rest.” “My mom would kill me if I didn’t come check on you,” He rubbed the back of his head. “She would maim you, that’s a given, but not kill yo

Before reading, please note this talks about eating disorders and if this is triggering, please don't read. If you or a loved one are suffering from an eating disorder, please call 1-800-931-2237. This is a toll free hotline, and they'll talk to you! The plate of food that sat in front of you was growing colder by the minute. It disgusted you. It was revolting and putrid; the thought of putting any food in your body was a sickening thought. That meant more weight for you to gain, and that meant more imperfection. It meant more time spent exercising to lose the weight you had tried for so long to keep off of you. It meant more time striving t