A Fragile Facade

I pushed off from the door, trying to calm my racing heart as I made my way back home. The familiar streets seemed dull and uninviting, but I was relieved to finally be back in my own apartment. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered. As I walked over to the couch, I pulled out my phone and hesitated for a moment before typing out a message to Kirishima. "Hey it's me, Vesper. How was your day?" I sent the text and waited for a response. A few moments later, my phone buzzed, and I saw Kirishima's response: "It was good, how was yours?" I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I didn't want to lie to him, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him about what had just happened. The image of Overhaul's quirk, and the way he had effortlessly destroyed and rebuilt that guy, was still seared into my mind. I took a deep breath and decided to play it safe. "It was good," I typed, trying to sound casual. I hit send and waited for a response, but none came. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit guilty for not being honest with Kirishima. But for now, I just wanted to pretend that everything was okay, that I hadn't just witnessed something that could change everything. I tossed my phone onto the couch and tried to distract myself by flipping through TV channels. But my mind kept wandering back to Overhaul, and the way he had seemed to enjoy manipulating that guy's body. I shuddered at the thought, feeling a chill run down my spine. As the evening wore on, I found myself growing more and more anxious. I knew that I couldn't keep this to myself for long, but for now, I just wanted to pretend that everything was normal. I didn't want to think about Overhaul, or his quirk, or the way he seemed to be able to control people's bodies. But as I lay in bed that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see Overhaul standing in my doorway. But every time, there was no one there. I eventually drifted off to sleep, but my dreams were filled with dark images of Overhaul's quirk, and the way he had seemed to enjoy using it. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to keep my distance from him. But as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he found out that I had seen him.