I hated my "quirk", and as far as I know I'm the only one who ever has despised their quirk. It was clearly meant for evil. I was a monster but, my parents told me I would be a hero and grant them loads of money. They even sent me to U.A, so I could learn at the best school possible.
Getting in is easy when your parents have friends on the board, and humiliating. Here I was with a quirk that I could barely stand to think about much less use. I didn't have to work hard like the rest of my, dare I say it, classmates. I had a free pass, I was going to U.A.
"Darling you got in! Look, I've got the letter right here." My mom exclaimed as she glanced at my father to see his reaction.
Mother was six feet and four inches with red hair that was so kinky, people often asked if it was permed. She had the nicest eyes, the only thing I inherited from her, they were the color of the sky after a snowfall. Pale and pure, blue was a beautiful color once you saw my mom's eyes. Apparently my father also understood the beauty and chose to spend the rest of his life, with those gorgeous eyes looking up at him adoringly.
Father was a big man with an even bigger sense of superiority at the astounding height of six feet and seven inches. He was a police chief until a villain with the quirk ability to cause earthquakes injured him. Isao Akagi was not about to let the villain get away, even with his injures given by having pieces of cement, so he dragged himself over to his car and grabbed the radio. Once his call for reinforcements was over, he snuck over to where the villain was and shot at him. Of course this only angered him more, but Isao insisted that it was the only way to keep him from running.
"It's only fair," moving over to where my mom was he continued "the best have to have the best of everything." He stares at me and says "This also means they need to use it to their advantage and not waste it on silly monster business". He puts on his glasses and asks my mother to pour him one while he catches up on his work. Hitomi Akagi quickly moves to fetch her wonderful and brave husband a glass of the finest sake that they have. Hitomi is so excited that her daughter is going off to such a prestige school. Soon she thinks I'll be able to brag that it was my offspring that went on to become a hero. With all the money that she will, no doubt, be bringing in I'll be able to rub elbow with high society.
Misaki was drowning. Her mind was screaming that, this could not be happening. She shakenly went down the hall and upstairs to her room. It was modest, like she was. Her wavy, brown hair swept past her shoulders, down to the middle of her back. At six two she should have been intimidating to her asian peers, but she never stood at full height giving her a sort of hunched over figure. Her parents' linage was mixed, with american and japanse on both sides of the family, so her skin complexion was also mixed between the pale and the more tan.
Once she walked in, she slowly shut the door so not to cause any suspicion. Then turned around to face her bed. She ran to in and buried her face in, subconsciously hoping she would suffocate and die. This will be my undoing, she thought I'll have to use it. Shuddering, she wonders if she could find a way to get suspended without her parents killing her. "It's no use, "she sighs "I can never become a hero with this," the brunette gestures to herself.
Misaki's quirk is being able to manipulate blood. Something she finds horrifying, which might not have been the case if the accident had not been the very thing to activate it.
"I'm doomed. Once they find out about the evil inside me…," she trailed off I'm a dead villain.
She stood in front of the huge building, praying that she would suddenly be involved a freak accident that would render her quirk completely useless. Sadly, she thought, that had not happened. Her uniform was tailored to her tall frame and fit her rather nicely, the grey being a nice complementary color for the beautiful blue eyes. The eyes would have shined the vibrant blue like her mother's if she was happy.
Taking slow measured steps, she started down the path that would lead to the school that the most popular heroes went to. The amount of happy faces and smiles she saw made her stomach turn in knots. Her brain would not let her forget that she was an impostor, she didn't belong here. She wasn't fit to even kiss the ground beneath her feet. But she kept on going, knowing that if she was late it would do her even more harm. If her parents found out, she shakes her head No! Don't think about that right now. Ever since you said you would go here things have been going smoothly. With that in mind she entered the building to find her class, 1-B.
While walking in the hallway with her head hanging down and trying her hardest to not stand out, someone behind her bumped into her. While she regained her balance, the girl behind her had been completely knocked down. Oh god, she thought I already hurt somebody here and it hasn't even been five minutes! Misaki immediately started to bow deeply and quickly. "I'm so sorry! I truly mean you no harm, please forgiv-".
"Oh no, don't apologize. If anyone's to blame," She grunts as she gets up and dusts off her skirt "it's me for not looking where I was going." She gives Misaki a smile so big that half of her face is pearly white. "I'm Itsuka Kendo, pleasure to make your acquaintance!" she sticks out her hand in a good natured manner. I really don't think that it would be a pleasure for someone as nice as you to meet me, Misaki thinks soberly.
"Misaki Akagi. Again, I'm terribly sorry for causing you to fall." She bowed again deeply, as if it hide her face from the very person she was introducing herself to. Mother and father are going to be disappointed that I shamed the family name. How could I be so stupid!
"Hey," Itsuka said pulling Misaki out of her head, "Look don't worry about it. I'm fine, your fine that's all that matters right?" Shrugging her shoulders in a sort of 'who cares way'. Itsuka looked up to the brunette only to realize how much she had to look up. Her eyes widen in astonishment nobody in Japan was that tall! "Wow! You're like a foot taller than me," She brings up her hand to her head and trys to see where she would measure up on Misaki. Her hand was just a tad bit below my chin. Nervously I step back, being too close to people makes me want to throw up. Thankfully Itsuka doesn't take any offense and puts her hand back down.
"Kendo," I started to say nervously.
"Please, call me Itsuka" The redhead interrupted.
"Don't you think we better get to class?" I started to play with my hands to keep them from shaking. Looking back down again to make sure I didn't make her mad by making too much eye contact. She gasped as she read a clock on the wall.
"Oh my goodness you're right, I didn't even notice! What class are you in, Akagi?"
"...Department of Heroics 1-B" Even though I don't deserve it and my parents literally bought me a seat. Even though I am a monster that killed a man. Misaki reflected that what's done is done and for now she should try not to self-destruct. She was no stranger to having panic attacks. She also kept these fits of terror to her lonesome self. Her parents were part of the reason why Misaki had them so why tell them? The other reason is because it would mean more shame and more stress and the cycle would continue till the day she died she summarized. These terrible fits made it to where she couldn't speak, her throat always felt like it was closing. If not being able to breath wasn't enough, her mind would start to feel fuzzy as if heavy fog had taken over her brain. Then the actual panic came, the sense that "they" were coming. Her brain would fire off Cortisol which is the substance responsible for the fight or flight signals. She always chose the flight route, the image of her fighting back never enter her train of thoughts. The hero's wrath was coming for her damnation, they would send her back to hell where she belonged. They were the ones she was most scared of, them and her parents.
"Oh that's so cool, I'm in the same class as you." As Itsuka bounced up and down she started to walk down the hallway, but turned around when she saw I wasn't following. "Well come on slowpoke," She giggled "We don't wanna be late on the first day of school." The strawberry redhead stood waiting for me. I took a step and then another till I was about a foot in front of her. She gave me another one of those big smiles and started to walk and chat about on how big this school is and how tough it will be.
As the two walked, a few students stared at the odd duo. The taller brunette was hunched over and fiddling with her hands. Her head resembled to a turtle, with her head ducked in between her shoulders, as if to protect it from oncoming blows. Slightly in front of her was a much shorter girl, with strawberry red hair. She strode through the hallways with a sense of giddiness. Her head was held high, not in the sense of arrogance but with a sense of pride and belonging. They certainly were different was all the students could think. The perfect example of opposites, the shortie was obviously more bubbly while the taller one was more tense.
As soon they enter the classroom and took seats next to each other, Itsuka refused to leave Misaki to defend for herself, the bell rang.
So it came to my attention that class 1-B's homeroom teacher actually does have the quirk to manipulate blood while I was researching. Wasn't planned but might give the story a new aspect that I will add. I am not a writer by nature but, the muse decided that I was to write, so write I shall. I haven't gotten far into the manga so if some things aren't quite right you'll have to forgive me for my ignorance. If I deem something to be to great of a blunder I will go back and fix what I can. To wrap this up updates will vary but I plan to update at least once a month. However if you ,the reader, were to review I could be persuaded to do so more often. Thank you for clicking on my story, I disclaim owning BNHA, the only thing I own is the idea and my characters.