Bab 80: Interlude- Manami Aiba aka Lovelover
Manami Aiba was an intense girl.
And was was the operative term, quite literally.
Though there was a time not long ago, that the term would have been a solid is.
But her quirk had always been the lynchpin to her emotions.
When she fell in love, she fell hard and fast.
And come middle school, her passion overflowed for one particular boy.
He wasn't the most handsome or the most popular, but he had the nice feel about him that attracted her like iron to a magnet.
He had friends from all classes, while she had none.
He had a smile that bloomed like sunflowers, while she couldn't even begin to smile properly, breaking out in maniacal ear to ear grins unable to contain her excitement.
He smelled like raspberries and red cherries and she loved every bit of him.
And so after stalking him for months on end, she finally worked up the courage to write him a letter confessing all her pent up feelings and she hoped against hope that he would accept her.
What was the worst that could happen?
At most he'd turn her down and she'd be at the same place she was now.
Only, it didn't go quite as she had thought.
Instead of a polite rejection, she got mocked and ostracized, cut off from the whole class of her peers.
He claimed she had stalked him, a claim that wasn't exactly untrue.
One she couldn't deny in a thousand years.
He called her creepy and overbearing.
And when he looked at her, there was no smile in his eyes, only disgust.
That look broke her, shattering her self into a thousand thousand pieces.
She fell into a pit of despair so deep, no light could reach it.
Nowadays she wasn't much for passion. She wasn't even sure she was much of a human anymore.
There were points in her now life that she'd thought of ending it all.
She spent long nights awake, staring at the bottle of sleeping pills by her bedside.
Maybe today would be the day, she thought each time.
But she never had the courage to go through with it.
It was almost ironic in that. To end her misery she would need the same courage she had pulled up to confess her love all those years ago.
A courage she no longer possesed.
Then it all changed, when she saw him. One day, out of the blue as she passively clicked away, video after video, she came upon one video. The video. The one that changed her life.
It wasn't anything special. The editing was subpar, the boy in the video was interviewing some crazy chick who'd murdered a boy out of love.
And in her heart of hearts, Manami Aiba could relate, no matter how little.
She'd once felt that love too. But no more. It pained her to watch it, as the girl wept, telling her tale of losing control of her quirk.
What kept her there though, was the boy.
There was nothing remarkable about his appearance or his voice, but the way he spoke, the way he comforted the weeping girl, it spoke to her, deep in her cold dead heart.
It was something she'd once wanted.
No! It was something she still wanted, hoped for, and to some extent, if only she'd had that comfort, it'd be something she'd die for.
That day, something nudged awake in her, if only partially.
As the video ended, she clicked on his channel, and watched video after video, binging it like water to a man dying of thirst, soaking in his ideology, his demeanor, his very presence like a sponge.
And then came the day of the court hearing, the one where he fought for the girl's innocence. For all his babble about a new world and kindness and understanding, he could be fierce when he had to be.
And seeing that, she couldn't hold it any longer. The feeling in her heart that had awoken over the past few months of watching him, burst forth like a flooding dam.
Only she didn't know it yet.
She picked up a donut, absentmindedly shoving it in her mouth, except this time it jolted her awake, as if from a deep sleep.
For the first time in years she could taste the sweetness, really taste it.
She looked around her dull, dim room, illuminated by the computer screen and she could see them, the colors she had thought lost in her depressed muted world.
They didn't flare vibrantly of course, not that she expected them to. The room was after all, dimly lit and supremely filthy, mold caking the edges of her vision, dust settled on every inch of furniture space. But even through it she could see them.
As she breathed a deep breath, her lungs felt the pinch of it, her stomach contracted into itself, and she could feel her very blood flow, her heartbeat giving a low constant thrum.
For the first time in years, she felt alive, truly alive. She felt like a person for once.
And she wasn't about to let this feeling go.
Now, she understood it, as she rewatched the video, over and over again.
He was her light, her salvation.
He was her sun, his warmth bringing life to her.
And she wanted it. She wanted him.
That love and affection. That sacrifice and attention.
She wanted all of him. And she wanted it now!
Using the hacking skills she'd perfected over her years of solitude, she quickly found him.
"Shikimori Haru. Shikimori Haru. Shikimori..." she muttered happily under her breath, blushing like a rose.
She'd found a purpose in her life again, a reason to live. She looked at the bottle of sleeping pills that had rested on her computer desk for the past two years and finally placed it in the bin.
It was time for change. For her to change. Back into who she was; no, into someone better. Someone worthy of his love. Someone that could stand by his side, be his pillar of support.
And she would do it, no matter the cost.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
GoldFinger
GoldFinger here it is, the short awaited la brava interlude.
how was it? corny as fuck or adorable?
tell me in the comments below!
this is the last extra chapter for last week.
thanks for reading.
bye!
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