Nova was confused.
He'd walked into school as usual, and immediately, half of the student body turned to stare at him. The other half started whispering and sneaking little looks.
What's going on?
He ascends the stairs, and someone yells something at him. He winces -- the word cut deeper than it sounded like it would've -- but still looks immensely confused.
That is, until he gets to his locker.
Someone, in searing, sticky fuschia, has written all over his locker door. He first checks the locker number to see if it's his (It can't be anyone else's -- the door has the words “Nova’s locker” on it somewhere). Then, slowly, he reads the other words, taking small steps back. It's covered in transgender slurs.
He’s been booted forcefully from the closet, his deepest secret revealed to the world.
He covers his mouth, then his face as he finishes reading. He’s shaking. He bolts down the stairs, through the halls, out of the front doors if the school, and into the nearest alleyway.
He runs straight into the wall, then takes a step back and punches it once. Then again, then again, then again, until the wall and his knuckles are stained with blood. He takes off his bookbag and slides into a sitting position.
Who would do this?
I only told Vesper and Amaya. Neither of them would do this…..would they?
He wipes at his eyes, realising there are tears in them.
I can't go back. I have to leave. Again.
He didn't want to….he had to stay here. There were things to deal with, like Blade Runner and the other heroes. He was their most valuable weapon against her -- he knew the most about her.
None of that matters if everyone hates you.
Because everyone hates you now. There's no denying it.
You truly are worthless trash.
Meanwhile, watching from nearby, Blade Runner smirks and applies a new layer of fuschia lipstick.
An akuma walks into the school.
The front doors, locked from the outside, burst open. The akuma has their hand out in front of them, like they've turned a key is a lock. They saunter in and look around, placing one hand over a key ring on their belt that’s filled with wickedly sharp keys. They grin, their fuschia eyes flicking around.
“Whose secret is the next victim?”
Say hello to the Key to your Soul.
(Key can make anyone confess their secrets by spearing them with one of the keys.)
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