Who You Are

by LuckyRose7

Yoshida Hisashi is a regular 14 year old boy. He lives in a world, where most people are born of superpowers or "quirks". Hisashi been traveling the global with his two older siblings for most of his life. Now he is finally staying at Japan to continue his studies and to become the greatest detective, doctor, or geologist in the world. Then his future plan will soon change.

1. chapter 1

This is my first fan fiction story. Go easy on me first, please. I do not own "Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia" and the image cover. They belong to their rightful owners.

Prologue

Red, that's the only color that a young child saw after seeing the person the child love being murdered in front of them. The child is frozen in place watching the scarlet blood flow out of the body of the ground. The only noise that is in the alley was the person that committed the murder. The murderer shook their head in disappointment seeing the lifeless corpse and a fragile body next to it. "Such a shame," the murderer said in a hollow tone.

"This is what happens when someone tries to become a hero. They will jump into a situation to save a life, but that the hero isn't strong enough to save the life of one person. The person sacrifices their life to save a life of a hero. It's supposed to be the other way around, but it's proof that heroes are weak. They may say their heroes, promised to keep citizens safe and bring peace and justice to this world. But this is an example of heroes, who can't ever keep a promise."

While the murderer was talking, the child didn't listen much. The fragile body was still looking at the corpse's eyes, remembering that they had such a warm color. But they now carry the color of cold. "Do you still believe that heroes can save every life?" the murderer asked while looking down at the fragile body. The child dares not to look the murderer. Something tells the child to not look at the murderer, if the child did something inside of me will break.

"Do you still want to be a hero?" the murderer asks again, but this time closer to the fragile body. When the child heard the murderer asked the second question, but close all the emotions in the child mixed. Fear and sadness came to the child first, but anger rises above all the emotion. This emotion seems more than anger; this emotion spread like wildfire around the fragile body, heart, and soul. The child didn't know the name of this emotion until the child stared at the person, who murdered the person that gave the child their love.

Everything turned black, the second the child, consider the murderer's eyes. The fragile body suddenly remembers what that emotion was; it was the rage.