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I have always considered a life of eternity to be something comparable to the phrase “When pigs fly.” Although not impossible—if you were to pick up a pig, throw it, and strap wings onto it—that is nothing more than a delusion. It isn’t actual reality.
Eternity is the same way. Things don’t always stay the same, and people are bound to change, even when you don’t want them to.
It’s heartbreaking.
Not because your heart is shattered or crying, but because your heart is disappointed in them for changing.
Maybe heartdisappointed could be a word for that… although it isn’t, and creating that word would be another change I don’t want.
If someone is going to change into something else, then they should’ve done it a long time ago.
It’s just like how quirks change people—the way they think, the way they grow, the way they act.
When I first got my quirk, my oh-so-loving parents changed instantly.
My wants didn’t matter anymore.
All that mattered was them.
They forced their innocent five-year-old daughter to undergo grueling quirk lessons, martial arts training, and spear practice, all because they saw my quirk instead of me. They wanted more power on top of what they already had. They thought I was perfect.
So perfect that they even had the audacity to arrange a quirk marriage between me and the second-top hero of Japan’s son.
It was quite the surprise—one that left me seething in anger, along with the boy I had never even interacted with before this arrangement took place. Sure, we went to the same school, and our families were recognizable and well-off—his father a top hero, mine well-accomplished doctors—but we only knew each other because our families did.
We shared no friendship, no bond, and I planned for it to stay that way.
But as always, my parents just had to ruin and change that.
“You’ll be fine. This is a perfect way to continue our lineage. Besides, the two of you would make a great match!” my mother tried to cheer me up.
But I knew her.
I knew the relationship between her and my father had worsened over the years.
I knew the scars on her body weren’t from kitchen accidents.
And I certainly knew she didn’t approve of this arrangement so easily.
This wasn’t just to cheer me up—it was to cheer herself up, too. She couldn’t do anything to help me, and that tore her apart.
“Quirk marriages are illegal. Do Father and that hero know that if anyone finds out, they’ll be in trouble?” I said, face stoic as I rose from the couch beside her.
My mother stared at me in silence. Probably thinking of what to say next.
“You know them,” she finally whispered. “Even if they did get caught, they have their ways to escape consequences. This is something your father won’t let go. I’m sorry, my dear. Your father has changed so much over the years.”
Change.
The enemy of eternity.
“Change, huh? So the reason he’s like this must be because of change. The reason for everything I’ve gone through is because of change. Because of this stupid quirk.”
I stepped closer to her, my voice trembling.
“Mother… what would happen if I died? Would the change of me not being alive affect you? Or do you need me alive to change the way our family is seen? Why can’t things stay the same, Mother?
WHY CAN’T THINGS STAY THE SAME?!”
I screamed, my lightning bursting out in violent purple arcs.
The room fell into chaos as my mother cried out, begging me to stop, reassuring me that everything was okay.
But she didn’t understand.
She didn’t understand that she, too, had changed.
That my once strong-willed mother had become something so weak.
So helpless.
So heartbreakingly pathetic.
“You’re just like Father.” Kaguya said, her voice empty, emotionless.
Yet even so, a single tear slipped down her cheek.
She spun around and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her with a harsh crack. Her mother remained seated in silence, frozen in place.
Kaguya knew all of this was because of her quirk.
The change that tore her family apart.
The change that twisted the once loving home she was born into into something unrecognizable.
And the worst part was knowing it was all because of her.
No matter how hard she tried to achieve her own version of eternity—her own sense of stillness in an ever-changing world—it always seemed to fall short.
The purple-haired girl didn’t pay attention to her surroundings as she stormed down the hallway. All she knew was that she wanted out of here. Out of this house. Away from these people she no longer recognized.
Before she could register anything else, she collided with something solid.
A chest.
Muttering a quick, automatic “Sorry,” she tried to move past the figure, not realizing who it was.
Shoto Todoroki—her now fiancé—turned to look at her. His heterochromatic eyes immediately caught the tears on her face, the trembling in her hands, and the way she walked as though she was trying desperately not to run.
Kaguya had no idea, in that moment, how much of a change this boy would bring into her life.
How deeply he would disrupt her idea of eternity.
Or how, in the near future, he would redefine it entirely.