A young girl lay on a hospital bed, shrouded in a fresh hospital gown. Her breathing was steady and controlled. She had short navy hair, splayed all over her bed, and a dark complexion. Surrounding her was her mother, father and brother. All waiting for her to regain consciousness.
Her mother, Stephanie, had black curly hair currently in a messy bun and she was dressed in a sweater and yoga pants as her steel grey eyes gazed over the police report she was currently reading on her computer. Clutching a cup of coffee as she furrowed her brows in frustration.
Her brother, Marshal, had navy blue hair like his sister accompanying gold eyes. Those eyes were staring at his summer homework. U.A really wanted to Plus Ultra his ass this vacation. He had summer camp training the next week. Yet he hadn't completed his heroics homework. And was in a frantic state as he tried to differ kanji from katakana.
Her father, Henry, was pacing the room while his son and wife worked on their respective assignments. He tried to concentrate on the sounds in the room the beep of the heart monitor, light keyboard taps, the scratching of a pencil, and the sound of his footsteps. All while thinking. When will they arrive?
His question was answered as the door opened to,what he would describe, as a way too over excited nurse. Along his father-in-law and brother-in-law.
"Here you go, Mr Hollerman." She gestured towards the bed where the girl lay quietly. The man in question thanked the nurse and walked in. All while staring at the child on the bed.
"Um hey there, thank you for coming." He greeted plastering a fake smile as the old man glared at him.
'He still hasn't lost that look.'
He had a dark complexion, along with a few wrinkles under his eyes. Accompanied with steel eyes and white hair. He had a black turtleneck on, his lean but muscular body slightly hidden by the garment. But noticeable nonetheless.
The man behind him,the one the nurse paid more attention too. Differed greatly from the man infront. For one he was at least 7 feet and was packed with muscle. He had a pale complexion, with thick black hair slicked back. He wore a white shirt with grey pants and white sneakers.
The man in front gestured for the nurse to leave. To which she hurriedly closed the door. Before finally breaking the silence.
"Don't greet me like that mr. Nice guy, I still hate you," his son-in-law gave out a look of offense. "Anyway, I'm finally here, sorry for the lateness. Me and this oaf were caught up in hero duties." He apologized ignoring the cry out from his son.
"Hey there grandpa, oh and uncle Ace could you help me on this question." The boy called out from his table to be met by the other pro hero.
"Don't call me uncle pipsqueak, I feel old thinking about it. Mind you I'm only like 4 years older than you." He replied as he began helping him. As the other adults began discussing other matters.
"How is she. I heard she was struck by lightning." The old man muttered as he looked at his granddaughter on the bed.
"Correct, she was out cold not long after. What were more concerned about is her quirk. As the lightning barely affected her, we think that she possesses the quirk." Her mother replied as she put down her cup on the nearby table. And joined them.
"She was the most likely person to develop the it anyway. But I have a problem. How are we supposed to protect her, not just from the labs. But from the world."
Hero, a name that has taken over the world. A dream our ancestors could only wonder about, but for us it's a reality. With the global phenomenon of quirks happening, a new job opportunity has opened up, a hero. Now we take you to a fellow energy master and her hero academia in her pursuit to become the greatest her-
"Miss Hollerman, I hope you aren't daydreaming. Now listen." My homeroom teacher droned on in her strict voice as a small snicker erupted in the class. If her blond hair tied in a basic bun and black glasses said anything about her. I didn't know what.
"As you all are 7th graders we should be thinking about our future careers" The room dropped into excited chatter as students boasted on what they wanted to be when they were older. The word "Hero" was the most among them.
"Quiet down, Not all of you can become heroes." She began, crushing the dreams of many children in the process. "It requires dedication and you would have to give up almost everything to pursue this goal. Not to mention the mortality rate is high and schools are hard to get into, you would need an impressive quirk to become one." She said bluntly to the classroom.
The society we live in is kind of rotten, always judging people by their appearances and quirks. Quirkless people have it worse, I couldn't imagine how much discrimination they face for having that extra pinky toe joint .Yes,a quirk would be needed to become a hero but it doesn't have to be impressive or flashy.
Homeroom carried on with the teacher handing out career options for us to write down our choices. Of course I choose a hero like the rest of the class but then the teacher just had to say something along the lines of.
"Why don't we present our choices in front of the class." I just had to sit there and deadpan 'this teacher must hate me or something.' One by one each child walked to the front of the class and boasted about what they wanted to be when they were older. Most of them wanted to be heroes of course.
Before I knew it the teacher called up my name I walked up quietly to the front of the classroom and started speaking.
"I want to be a hero, a combat hero to exact. I plan to go to the international high school JET and become one of the greatest heroes in the world." I said this with all the confidence I could muster which was a lot to be exact. The class went silent for a while before exploding into laughter, laughing at my almost impossible goal.
"Yeah right."
"You scored one of the lowest in the mock exams."
"The greatest hero my ass you'd be lucky enough to survive the exams."
That's when I lost it.
"My quirk isn't any less that yours, if I work hard enough I could take you all on." I wasn't lying I had spent ages noting and brainstorming the potential of my power with my now late grandfather. Occasionally attending a local quirk gym to test out my theories. They just snickered, like I was a little child lashing out, and I stormed down to my desk to take more notes on my quirk.
The day resumed like it normally did with me brainstorming as much as I could during my free time. it's not like I had friends I could hang out with but who cares. As long as I was doing something I was fine. As the school day came to an end I called my mom telling her I was coming home, but then it happened.
I walked my usual route home, since I lived in the city I had to be cautious of thugs or villains. As I walked pass a jewellery store, I was knocked back by a massive explosion, shattered glass flew everywhere and I had use my arms to shield myself . A man just around six feet tall emerged from the broken window, a priceless diamond in his clutches.
"Ha, once I get this beauty on the black market I'll be stinking rich." He said as he walked towards me, pride and venom traced his words.
"And I might take this little girl with me." I was slightly offended by his comment as I stood up in my scruffy jeans and hoodie, I positioned my body into a fighting stance and activated my quirk. Light blue coils of electricity danced up and down my arms, my navy blue hair floated up a bit as my steel coloured eyes glowed silver. I was ready to fight.
The taller man just laughed. "Oh and a powerful little girl to." He activated his quirk and stretched out his arms to grab me, I was about to shock him as two really long pieces of brown hair shot right in front of me and caught on his arms, tangling them and tying them in a knot. I looked around to see where the origin of the restraining locks of hair came from. I looked up to see a man squatting right on the roof of the store , his extra long hair was dangling around. I couldn't see the face of the hero as the sunlight blocked my view, but I did have an idea.
"You know it's borderline stupid to commit crimes in broad daylight, especially in the areas where the most heroes do patrol." Came a deep but calm voice as the mysterious figure jumped from the roof and landing on the ground, his brunette locks cushioning his fall.
He had brown hair, indescribably long of course. Bright green eyes and a calm almost cold expression. His hero costume consisted of a black shirt with a grey bulletproof vest and brown pants with a piece of white cloth hanging off his utility belt.
His hair shot out and restrained the robber in place before he reaching out for his phone, to his disappointment not finding one.
"Hey kid are you injured in anyway, if not I need to call the cops and it appears that I have misplaced my phone." He asked ever so casually as his face came into view. I could recognise that face from a mile away.
"Wait you're the pro hero, Keratin. You teach at JET don't you, what are you doing here isn't your agency at Toronto, Canada." I gushed, so excited to see a teacher at my dream school. He scratched his stubble growing on his face and replied.
"Yes I am Keratin, you seem to know a lot about me and my job. You wanna attend JET?" I beamed in pride as I nodded my head.
"Yeah I'm planning to take the exam in next year to be exact, JET international is my dream school."
"Well I wish you luck, you seem to have a powerful quirk, now let me get this street robber over here to the police station."
I spent the rest of the evening being questioned by the police and having a funny conversation with the long haired hero impersonating his co-workers and me having to guess them. I could guess a few, but some had me questioning what school I wanted to attend.
"I am like 100 years old, though I look like I just came out of collage. Half of my students are either in eternal detention, critical condition or both. I split my brain in two parts, one dedicated to the endless suffering of children. The other dedicated to an endless cycle of pessimism, general negativity and self loathing." He imitated a eastern european accent and put on a flat face. It took me some guessing. But I finally figured it out.
"Count Dracula, current teacher of class 1-Omega."
"One trillion percent correct. Ten points to you."
It was around this time when my brother arrived.
"Yo, sis. I finished patrol an hour ago then came home to see mom hyperventilating on the couch, where have you been all day?" He asked me with concern in his voice. Oh I must have of made mom super worried with all those missed calls I found.
"Yeah I'm fine I was just having a conversation with Keratin over here." My brother looked at the man sitting near me and his eyes widened.
"Keratin, I didn't know you would be here man how is your side of the agency." He said with such casualness like this was normal. "Wait I didn't know Keratin worked at your agency."
"Kinda, our agency is actually a large corporation of agencies ranging from C-Class to A-Class." He replied. Without thinking I said
"So coool, I must research the type of heroes who work at that corporation. I assume they must do lots of capture and crime heroes due to knowing work that you two both do."
"Stop nerding out kid." The hero behind me stated. I replied with a small sorry and opened up my phone again to think up of a training regime. After the long conversation with Keratin, he inspired me to think just not using your quirk but also physical power and intelligence. I did have a knack for analysis and science.
After my brother had a talk with the police and Keratin had sorted out property damage. We were free to leave. My brother, Marshal, drove me home as I talked about everything that happened. Once I arrived home I was greeted with worried parents.
"Sky Hollerman, where have you been you worried us sick. Please say you're alright, what happened." My mother said almost sobbing, I knew I had worried her deeply and I had to tell her the truth.
"Mom on my way home I was attacked by a villain, but the pro hero Keratin sorted everything out so it's fine now. Brother came to the police station and took me home, I'm ok." I said.
I heard her mutter under her breath on how hero work was so dangerous before she allowed me to go to my room as she was finishing up making dinner. I raced up the stairs before walking around the landing and opening my bedroom door. When I looked into it I saw the usual, my messy desk and a whiteboard littered with quirk ideas. A poorly made bed and a small rug on the floor, on the wall a picture of some star charts. And a few posters hung here and there.
I sat down on my desk to set up my computer, only to find out it had died. I took my small charger and on the metal end I bit it between my teeth before sending a charge through it and plugging it into the computer. Before I knew it it had fully charged and I opened my home screen.
I spent the rest of the night creating a workout routine to train my body in preparation for the exam. I also needed to train my quirk, find its limits and try to push them. I asked brother if I could use his agency's combat training room, he agreed because the rooms were used only by him.
After hours of researching the human body and arranging different exercises, I had made a weekly routine. Everything from my sleep to studying and exercising was noted down and monitored. Since it was the last few weeks of school before summer break started I needed to start this immediately, the deadline as exactly one year and one month away, the day of the exam.
Before I went to bed I opened up my phone to surf the internet, I watched some old videos of people before quirks appeared. They were interesting, I watched as people designed gadgets that made them throw fire or stick to walls. They were very innovative. Ever since the appearance of these superpowers, technology slowed down to an almost halt. As crime rates skyrocketed and cities were being destroyed everyday by super villains, technology had nearly no room to grow. It was sad really.
Before I knew it was eleven in the night and I was the only one awake. I yawned as I pulled myself off my desk chair and crawled into my bed before falling asleep thinking about what happened today and ready for tomorrow. Little did I know, this was the start of my story.