xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Office Building- Hosu City, Japan, 10:27 a.m. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Loud shouting could be heard from the outside of an office room in the large building as a woman sat at a desk next to the door. Her body had a brown colored fur, long blonde hair and a set of rabbit-like ears on top of her head with a noticeable overbite of teeth and rounded fingers. She was using a laptop on her desk and was reading through a list of names. Dressed in a blue and gold dress with matching blue heels, she sported a headband keeping back her blonde locks back.
"Ok that should be it for all the clients tod-Ah!" the rabbit-girl said aloud before she was startled from the sounds of shouting coming out from the door next to her desk.
The door was plain brown and had a glass frame in front of it with a single sign on it: "Hajime Onryo, Therapist and Counseling."
"Those two have been in there for two hours, how long are they planning to talk?" The rabbit girl exclaimed. Moving out of her desk, the rabbit girl had moved away to open the door to peek inside.
The office room was neat and tidy, sporting windows in the back that let in the sunlight. With white walls, several cabinets, a mirror and a mahogany desk. It was a simple and quint room with only one noticeably odd aspect; a garbage can filled to the brink with partially lit cigarettes.
Inside the office were two men; One was a plain looking, middle aged man with a black suit and black slicked-back hair. His only noticeable feature was a rhinoceros-like horn where his nose would be. He sat in a chair in front of the desk with another man sitting behind it in a different chair.
The other man was much more different in appearance: gray and black spiked hair and a light black beard on his face, he sported a tight brown suit with a black button up shirt and a black tie around his neck. He was skinny with minor muscle where his arms are and a noticeable tattoo on his fingers that read the words "YOUR OKAY" in capitalized letters.
"So as I was walking back from my fourth owned business, I noticed these small children were looking at me all funny-like. Was it my nose? I think it was my nose... Wait! Maybe they were looking to steal my wallet! That could have been it! But I was smart, I called the cops as soon as I looked at those kids!" The rhino man explained loudly.
"...I see..." the gray haired man said in response apathetically. "This guy has been rambling so much that I feel like throwing up and fake going to go to the hospital just to get him to shut up..."
"Now once I had the cops there, I walked home and then-" The rhino man was going to continue until he noticed the gray haired mans hands had gone up to cut him off.
"Okay look, we have been talking here for more than the allotted time I realistically should be giving you. Are you done?" the gray haired man said to the rhinoceros looking man.
"How can I be!? I've told you only three parts of what happened today!" the rhinoceros looking man exclaimed. In response, the gray haired man started to rub his temple in annoyance.
"...Alright, can we continue this conversation on a different day? I have other clients coming later today that also need my help just as much you do so can we reschedule the rest of this conversation until then?" the gray haired man said, hoping for a certain answer.
"Well alright then, but I'm probably going to be having different issues that day. Like my sister badgering me for money or my son badgering me for money or my mistress badgering me for money-" The rhino man was going to continue before getting cut off, noticing the gray haired man put his hand up to stop him from talking yet again.
"If i hear the word "money" come out of your mouth one more time, I'm gonna jump out the window so please... Stop talking." the gray haired man said begging.
"Okay...have a nice day then and I'll send the usual check in the mail." The rhino man said as he got up and buttoned his suit jacket.
The gray haired man then got up out of his chair as he shook the mans hand and escorted him out of the office, the rabbit-like girl backing up to her desk to allow the two room to leave.
"Oh, when shall my next appointment be?" The rhino man mentioned out of curioisity. In response, the gray haired man looked at the rabbit girl with a face of worry.
"Uhhh, we'll send you an email or phone call when we can give you more time for your...problems..." the rabbit girl said with a wry smile.
Shrugging, the rhino man left towards an elevator and waved goodbye to the gray haired man and the rabbit girl as the elevator door closed.
"Hey Hanabi..." the gray haired man said to the rabbit girl now named Hanabi.
"Yes Hajime?" said Hanabi to gray haired man now named Hajime.
"Do I have any more sessions today with anyone?" Hajime said as he rubbed his temples.
"Not that I am aware of." Hanabi said.
"Oh thank god..." Hajime said as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Put any and all calls we may get for the next few hours on hold please."
"I'll get right on that." Hanabi said as she moved towards her desk. "What the heck were you and that guy talking about?" she questioned as Hajime walked back inside his office.
"That was Mr. Kubo and he is a major pain in my ass...a wealthy construction magnate who has too much money and thinks everything is out to get him like he is being stalked or something." Hajime explained.
"...Does he have people out to get him?" Hanabi asked.
"No...every single time he comes in here for a session, he comes in to talk about his wife asking for new jewelry, his son wanting video games, the half dozen other women he sleeps with wanting their rent paid or something like that. And I get a migraine the moment he walks into my office." Hajime said as he walked back to his desk and sat down, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a carton of cigarettes with him putting one in his mouth and reaching for a lighter.
"Uhhhh sir?" Hanabi questioned as she noticed Hajime looking for a lighter.
"Yeah?" Hajime said as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Cigarette?" Hanabi asked as Hajime looked at his hand and noticing he had a cigarette in it.
"...Oh god damn it!" Hajime said as he took the cigarette he had in his hand and crushed it before throwing it out in the already stuffed up garbage can. "I hate these damn things!"
"Sir, why do you keep buying and trying to smoke cigarettes?" Hanabi questioned at her bosses odd behavior.
"It's hard to explain and its obnoxious as hell. And you! Stop smirking!" Hajime shouted as he pointed in a random direction.
"Uhhhh sir? Hanabi said as she looked around at whomever Hajime was talking to. "Who are you talking to?"
Hajime turned his head back to Hanabi and then back to where he was looking.
"Okay, I'm gonna get some air..." Hajime said as he walked out of his office and down the hall to a stairwell.
"You want me to brew you some coffee when you get back?" Hanabi shouted towards Hajime as he walked down the hall.
"Please do. And make a lot..." Hajime shouted back as he went through a door to the stairwell. Walking up the steps and stretching his arms and back as he walked, he yawned with a sense of tiredness.
"I need some air..." Hajime thought in his head as he walked up the stairs. "A much needed break on the roof could do the soul good..." Hajime thought as he got to the top of the stairs.
Reaching the door to the roof, Hajime reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette. Going for a lighter, he opened the door to enter the top of the office building to the warm morning breeze and a sight that took him by surprise.
On top of the roof was a man standing on the ledge of the building. He was dressed in a blue suit with brown short hair and was pudgy in bodily shape. Looking down at the ground below him, his face was racked with a sense of nervousness and despair.
"...What is wrong with me...Why is everything just so...so awful..." The pudgy man said with a tone of regret and sadness.
"...Guy standing on a ledge and he is talking to himself..." Hajime thought to himself as looked at the tubby man on the ledge.
"...I have to do this...I can't just let everything continue this way..." The man was crying out to himself as he looked at the ground below
As he looked below, he saw people walking across the street and cars driving by along the road. He breathed a hard sigh and made a face that shown mental preparation. Hesitantly putting one foot in front of the other, he moved himself to fall off the top of the building.
"Oh no..." Hajime thought as he saw the chubby man prepare to walk off, his mouth agape with the cigarette he had in it falling to the ground.
"Whoa, wait!" Hajime shouted as he rushed towards the man at full speed.
Before completely falling over the edge, Hajime grabbed the fat man by the collar as he was off the ledge. Hanging off the side, he was struggling now looking at the ground below him as he was being held by Hajimes grip on his shirt.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" The fat man shouted as he was struggling in Hajimes grip. "Please! Don't let me fall!"
"What do you think I'm trying to do dumbass!?" Hajime shouted as he was struggling to lift up the overweight man.
Pooling every ounce of his bodies strength, he pulled hard on the pudgy man until he managed to get him back on the roof from his predicament. After Hajime had gotten him on solid ground, they both fell down and started taken multiple short breaths, Hajimes for his exhaustion and the chubby mans out of fear.
"...I...I almost jumped off..." The man said as Hajime sat up and looked at him.
"I know...I was the one who had to pull you up...Ever consider diet and exercise?" Hajime said tired and sarcastically.
The pudgy man then looked at where he nearly fell and had a depressed look in his eyes.
"..." The man had ignored Hajimes comment as he just looked with a sense of defense at the ledge.
"Being ignored in favor of a part of a roof and a near suicide attempt...irregular showing of it but clear signs of depression." Hajime thought as he looked at the man. Hajime got up off the ground and walked over to the man with his hand outreached to pick him up.
"Come on, stand." Hajime said as he grabbed the mans hand and pulled him to a standing position. He was much shorter in height to Hajime and merely looked down at the ground.
"You were gonna walk off and kill yourself, weren't you?" Hajime asked the man.
"..."
"You are depressed about something too?" Hajime asked another question.
"..." But the man remained silent.
"If you keep just looking at the floor without saying a word, I'm gonna assume you are a mute but that would be a lie because I overheard you talking to yourself before your little stunt." Hajime said as he continued to stare at the man who just continued looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry...I'm gonna leave-ugh..." The man had start to walk away to the door to the roof until his arm was grabbed by Hajime who kept him from leaving.
"Nuh-uh, not yet. If I just let you walk off right now, I'm going to have nightmares of your dead body somewhere and as part of my job, I don't think it be good."
"Oh why do you care..." the pudgy man said as he pulled his arm away from Hajimes grasp.
"I care because I am a therapist and my job is basically to help." Hajime said with a stern expression and his arms crossed.
"...I don't want to talk to a shrink..." the man said to Hajime with an upset tone.
"Well this shrink is the only one here right now willing to talk to you, Mr... Whats your name?"
"...Awano..." the pudgy man revealing his name.
"Well then, Mr. Awano..." Hajime said as he motioned for him to follow him. "Come with me now to my office."
"No, I would rather not, I just want to go home and-" Awano was going to continue until Hajime cut him off as he turned around to confront him.
"Okay look, I don't know you. And you don't know me at all. But for everything that its worth, I happened to stop you from doing something I know you are going to regret in the afterlife so at least give me the courtesy of talking with you. You owe me that much." Hajime explained.
"...No, I do not. You are just some obnoxious therapist who happened to be passing by." Awano said with a tone of irritation and depression.
"..." Hajime bit his lip and tried to calm down as he started to get angry talking with this suicidal man. Before he could open his mouth, Hajime had an epiphany.
Reaching for his suit jacket, Hajime removed it from his body and put it on the floor. Rolling up his sleeves, he showed Awano his arms. On his arms were long sleeves of tattoos. The right arm had a long series of forests on fire and the left arm was a long river stream filled with skulls. The sight of his arms made Awano slightly disturbed at the sight of them.
"Ummm..." Awano said as he looked at the relatively threatening nature of Hajimes tattoos.
"I own a lot of T-shirts and I barely can go to a restaurant without people immediately assuming I'm a Yakuza... and no I have never been a Yakuza." Hajime said sternly as he showed Awano his arms.
"..." Awano could only look at him with confusion as to why Hajime would show him this.
"...You know something about me and you owe me for keeping you from making a dumb decision." Hajime explained.
"..." Awano continued to be silent as he looked at Hajime.
"Now move it..." Hajime said sternly as he pointed towards the door.
Opening the door for Awano, Hajime followed after him down the stairs.
"Seventeenth floor." Hajime said to Awano. Reaching the door to the hall, Hajime opened the door and he motioned for Awano to follow him down to where Hajimes office was, passing Hanabi's desk next to the door.
"Hey." Hajime said to Hanabi as she sat at her desk, noticing Awano with a sullen face.
"Hello? Hajime, who is this?" Hanabi questioned.
"New client I found on the roof. You remembered to brew more coffee right?" Hajime asked as he opened the door to his office and motioned to Awano for him to enter.
"Ummmm… Yes I made some. You said you found him on the roof?" Hanabi questioned with confusion.
"I'll explain later. Just give me an hour...or three." Hajime said as he closed the door.
Entering the office, he motioned to Awano to take a seat in a chair.
"...I don't feel like sitting..." Awano said while looking down.
"And I don't think you have much of a choice." Hajime said as he went behind his desk to a coffee maker.
"Please sir, you don't-" Awano was going to continue but Hajime cut him off.
"Hajime... My name is Hajime. It's not Mr. Onryo, or "sir" here. It's Hajime. My secretary calls me "sir" but that's because I'm her boss." He explained to Awano.
"...Well Hajime, thanks for saving me on the roof but I'm going to leave now." Awano said as he turned slightly back towards the door.
"So you can go to another building and jump off that instead? Or buy a gun from some alleyway and blow your head off? Or go to a hardware store and buy a rope for you to tie into a noose? I can go all day for concepts on how one can off themselves, I've heard of plenty." Hajimes explained as he stopped Awano from leaving.
"I just want to go home to my daughter so I can-" Awano begun to explain with a level of annoyance forming until he was cut off by Hajime.
"You have a daughter? Okay, tell me about her then." Hajime asked as he sat down in his chair, stirring a cup of coffee in his hands after putting down a second cup of coffee in front of his desk. "Here, for you."
"I do not plan to tell you anything about my family... And no, I don't want any coffee." Awano said sullenly and annoyed.
"Then let's not talk about your daughter. Lets talk about you then." Hajime said as he sipped his coffee.
"..." Awano just looked at Hajime with a sense of aggravation from his rather calm yet snarky attitude.
Awano was unsure of how to react further after spilling the beans about his own daughter to a therapist he had just met that day. Looking at the cup Hajime was offering, he couldn't help but take a sigh of defeat and took the cup off the counter as he sat down in a chair while taking a sip.
"...this coffee is strong..." Awano said hacking slightly at how strong the coffee was.
"I like it black... But enough about me and my poor taste in coffee..." Hajime said while putting down his cup. "We are here to talk about you and your problems."
"Look, I don't have a lot of money so I cant really afford this..." Awano said as he put down his cup.
"Doesn't matter to me at this current juncture. I yanked you from the roof and dragged you down here to give you a session of my own volition so at this point, I don't care if you pay as long as you come out of here with a different mentality." Hajime explained as he grabbed a notepad and a pen. "So to start, I'm going to ask you a set of questions."
"...Here comes this quacks so-called "questions" about my mental state of wellbeing or something... Probably going to jump into it and ask me about my relationship with my daughter..." Awano thought in his head as he looked at Hajime writing on the notepad.
"First question... How has your day been?" Hajime asked Awano, much to his confusion.
"...How has my day been?" Awano said, unsure of the point of the question.
"Yes. How has your day been?" Hajime repeated.
"I...guess its been okay?" Awano said, unsure of his answer.
"I see..." Hajime said as he looked at the notepad, continuing to write.
"Second question, what is your quirk, if any?" Hajime asked.
"My quirk? Well... I was born with wings on my back..." Awano said in an embarrassed tone.
"Wings? And with your husky frame... Can I see them?" Hajime requested as he leaned over his chair to Awano.
Awano swallowed some of his pride after hearing the request of the therapist. Not sure what else he can say or do, he removed the suit jacket he wore and then turned around. Removing his tie and unbuttoning shirt, he showed Hajime his backside.
What Hajime looked at was a tiny set of hummingbird-like wings on his back. So small, that they seemed practically useless to the plus sized man that Awano was. Hajime then motioned for Awano to put his shirt back on.
"Third question... When you were about to jump off the roof, were you testing the limits of your quirk or were attempting to kill yourself?" Hajime asked plainly as Awano put his suit back on.
"I... I..." Awano wasn't sure how to continue, Hajime prodding questions and his own unsure way of answering back left him bewildered. Biting his lip, he begun to swell up with tears as he opened his mouth to speak.
"...I was attempting suicide..." Awano stated with red eyes filled with tears, admitting to his attempt to kill himself.
"..." Hajime merely looked at Awanos emotional breakdown, waiting until he had finished letting loose his tears. "Do you need a tissue?" Hajime calmly asked.
"...No... No I am good..." Awano said as he was wiping his eyes on his sleeves.
"I got one last thing I want to mention before we get to the root of your problem." Hajime asked as he put down his pen.
"..." Awano was silent as he paid attention to Hajimes words.
"I asked you three questions and one of the questions, you answered with a lie. Which one did you think it was?" Hajime questioned to Awano.
"...Question number one... The one about my day..." Awano said with a depressed demeanor.
"Correct." Hajime said plainly as he showed Awano the notepad he was working on. On it were the questions and answers to the questions Awano had been given prior. "So with all honesty, how has your last few couple of days been like?"
"...I've not been having a good streak of days lately..." Awano said while looking down at the ground.
"What do you do for a living?" Hajime asked.
"I work at a small office in a different part of the city. In a digital computing firm." Awano explained.
"I'm guessing it doesn't pay all that well?" Hajime asked.
"...No." Awano said in an upset tone.
"And you have a family to support?" Hajime asked.
"...Yes." Awano said.
"And you mentioned a daughter earlier. Are you alone or are you married?" Hajime asked.
"...I am divorced." An upset Awano said.
"For how long have you both been separated?" Hajime said.
"Two years..." Awano said.
"And how old is your daughter?" Hajime asked.
"She just turned 15..." Awano said.
"High school age... And I'm assuming she is studying to get into a nice place come the fall?" Hajime said as he drank a sip of his black coffee.
"She wanted to go to the U.A." Awano said as he started to tear up again.
"Wanted? Not anymore?" Hajime questioned.
"She still wants to but... Her quirk is no different than mine." Awano said teary eyed.
"small bird wings?" Hajime said.
"Yes." Awano said.
"And much like every child nowadays, I'm guessing she wants to be a hero?" Hajime asked.
"...Even as she grew older, she always hoped that her wings would get bigger to the point she could become a great flying hero. She had notebooks and pictures in her room of her one day flying around and rescuing people from burning buildings." Awano said with tears in her eyes.
"And you feel like you failed her as her parent because she will think she can't get into the U.A. because of the fact her quirk is similar to yours? Is that correct?" Hajime stated to Awano, causing Awano to shift his head to make eye contact with Hajime.
"...How can I be a good father with a miserable job, a useless quirk and be a single parent to a daughter with a dream that can never be obtained?" Awano said with tears in his eyes.
"So you felt suicide was the only answer to your problems? Leaving behind your daughter to this world of unobtainable dreams?" Hajime said to Awano.
"What choice left do I have?" Awano said. "How do I look her in the eyes and tell her that she can't be what she wants to be and it's my fault? I couldn't keep my marriage intact, I couldn't find work that could pay well enough to give her opportunities she deserves and I was born like this to where I can't even hover a foot off the ground... What option is left for me and for her?"
"Realization." Hajime said to Awano, unsure of what he means.
"Realization?" Awano said in confusion.
"You're daughter is a person. A human being. wings or no wings. Quirk or no quirk." Hajime explained.
"And she will be devastated that she will never be what she wants to be." Awano exclaimed.
"And her father deserves to be there for her to help her with this problem." Hajime said.
"..." Awano couldn't say a word as he looked at Hajime.
"She is going to go through a crisis of life and needs help of her own. What you and her need is a realization." Hajime explained. "She needs to realize that even if one dream can be lost, it doesn't mean that's the end of her story."
"..." Awano sat and listened.
"Her dream of becoming a hero might not become a reality, that's the same for hundreds of other children. But that don't make it everything for someone. We aren't all just dreams in our minds, we are blood, spirit and soul and likes and dislikes and wants and needs. She isn't just her dream to get into U.A. She is a person who can break boundaries of her own and do things that could mean so much more than being a hero."
"...Are you asking me to just tell her to give up her dream?" Awano asked.
"No...I'm telling you to act like her father and be there for her and to tell her to keep shooting for that dream until she realizes it's not obtainable." Hajime explained.
"..." Awano was silent and continued to listen once again.
"You are her father... Act like it... Show her you care... Because throwing yourself off a building with wings smaller than baby hands is not going to show your daughter hope for the world if the only person who truly cares about her at the end of the day isn't going to be around anymore for the emotional support she needs." Hajime said with a serious expression.
"..." Awano couldn't speak, he merely sat in the chair in Hajimes office and continued to absorb in Hajimes words.
"Nothing is wrong about being upset... Nothing is wrong about feeling despair, it happens all the time. But finding the strength to hammer through it is stronger than any quirk known to mankind. She will find her path in life... and U.A. may not be the place for her to go." Hajime said to Awano.
"...What should I do..." Awano said, unsure of how to go about anything as Hajime gave him counsel.
"...Go home... Talk to your daughter... Tell her that you care for her and be there for her until she finds her way..."
Awano then stood up from his chair and wiped the tears from his eyes. Hajime then slowly stood up from his chair as he watched Awano slowly tidy himself up.
"I'm going to go home now..." Awano said, with a determined look in his eyes replacing the depressed ones he had.
"What's stopping you? Go...Now!" Hajime said shouting at Awano as he turned towards the doorway. Stopping at the door. Awano turned back before opening the door.
"Hey...Thanks..." Awano said to Hajime as Hajime took a cigarette out of his pocket and begun to light it.
"Just get out of here..." Hajime said as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Awano opened the door and walked quickly towards the elevator, passing Hanabi's desk along the way. Getting into the elevator, he pressed the button on the elevator to the ground floor with a smile of determination on his face.
Hanabi had moved from her seat towards Hajime's office door. "Hey Hajime? What was that about?"
"Nothing important... Just my lunch break." Hajime said as he smoked his cigarette.
"You spent your lunch break talking to a guy who tried to kill himself. Sounds like an eventful meal. Hehe" Hanabi said with a content smirk at Hajimes action.
"Shouldn't you be doing secretary work? Get back to your own shit!" Hajime exclaimed angrily.
"You have no more clients for the rest of the day." Hanabi said with a wry smile.
"...God damn it..." Hajime said as he continued to smoke.
"Uhhhh sir?" Hanabi said before closing the door.
"Yeah?" Hajime said looking at the door from his chair.
"Cigarette." Hanabi said as she closed the door.
"..." Hajime then looked down at his mouth and realized he had a lit cigarette in his mouth. "Oh for fucks sake!" Hajime shouted loudly as he threw the cigarette in his mouth on the floor and stomped it in anger.
Hello everyone in the My Hero Academia Fanfic community. It's been some time hasn't it? You might remember me (or not).
I am GiintokiSakata and I made a fanfic awhile back called "My Hero Academia: The Delinquents Class" however due to constraints with my life at the time I wasn't able to do a damn thing about continuing the original incarnation of that story and I left it in the hands of ThalioTP, a writer who I think has done a pretty good job with the story after he took over from me. But I do admit I feel bad for potentially stopping a good idea when I had one and needing someone else to keep it going.
I have a weird habit of desiring to make experimental fanfics that try to expand the lore of a world that certain anime have. And typically it takes forever for me to come up with ideas and put them together into something interesting and new like Delinquents Class was. And then there is this.
"My Hero Academia: A Cardboard World" This is a new "possibly" experimental fanfic I have concocted set in the MHA Universe and works a bit like a deconstruction/expansion on the world itself. And so far, you have all been introduced to one of our lead characters: Hajime Onryo. A 25 year old therapist with a rather odd physical appearance for a man his age with a rather peculiar set of issues and a desire to help people in a more close way than the average Pro Hero. There is more to him than just what this prologue chapter introduced about him and his relatively snarky attitude and there is more to come.
This is the prologue and I hope all of you come back for the next chapter. I'm not the best writer and I do feel like I could have expanded on a few things some more but I felt it would make this chapter become too long for just an intro chapter and I just wanted people to meet Hajime, one of our leads.
Dont forget to comment and give me PM's. Remember, feedback keeps guys like me invested in working. And this seems like something I want to keep going on.