The Oddities of Life.
Chapter 0: Starting Song.
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The pilot that starts with a song.
(a pilot of a superhuman/hero au to an extent, based somewhat off of My Hero Academia, don't expect too much tho)
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Full Description: Superhero's were once a well loved theme among the general public. However nowadays many people think its a joke, understandable considering the shady businesses that major Hero Organisations have been dabbling in for the past few decades. Now many Centric's want to live normal regular lives instead of one's filled with action, adrenaline and the all popular recognition and fame, even with the government breathing down their necks every second.
Hope's Peak is a safe haven for these people, and Late-Bloomer Makoto Naegi is one of them.
Follow the adventures of the Ultimate Lucky Student through his years at Hope's Peak.
(currently a single pilot, if people become interested I may continue this)
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"I'm..."
"Sweetie, this is..."
The air was tense in the living room where the Naegi family sat, it was dead silent, the air is thick with a strange tension and the family of four held their breathe in anticipation. It was supposed to be a regular dinner like any other they had before on a regular day, wake up, go to school (or work if you were the parents), come back, have some fun together, eat dinner, have more fun then go to sleep. Of course it differentiated every so often depending on the day or time, or if the kids were unlucky and had the most cursed thing to do known to everyone as homework.
But today was different. Very, very different.
Their oldest child, Makoto, had gotten a letter this evening. While they thought it was a simple letter about school work or some sort of reward he gotten from a contest, it turned out it was the second option, however it was much more serious and life changing than originally thought.
It wasn't a simple letter.
It was a letter of introduction and orientation guide from Hope's Peak, an academy so great that every student that graduates is guaranteed to live a high end job in high end positions, securing their future and bringing Hope to the country.
And Makoto, a semi normal high school boy, was given the option to attend this prestigious academy, an academy filled with talented students.
The poor boy could feel his heart hammer in his chest, the thumping so loud it was blocking out all the non existent sound surrounding him.
"-Going to Hope's Peak..."
The parents looked at him, unsure of the somewhat fearful expression on his face. His sister, Komaru, held onto his arm gently, urging him to try and calm down.
And suddenly, like it was flipping a switch, his expression turned into one of sheer joy and excitement. Makoto couldn't help but tap his feet rapidly on the ground in some form of fast rhythm. "I'm going to Hope's Peak!"
Their son's excitement made them smile, happy at his excitement. Komaru couldn't help herself as she wrapped her arms around his brother's shoulders, and neither could Makoto as he did the same. The parents couldn't help but laugh as both siblings cheered and danced on the kitchen floor.
Perhaps it was uncharacteristic of him, but the boy was so happy!
The mother, sweet and young, picked up the letter, rereading the contents on the sheet. She looked at a certain section in confusion. "Honey. When did you enter the lottery?"
Makoto hummed in thought, unaffected by how his sister was trying her best to hold him in the air, but was struggling to to get him even a few feet off the ground. "It was around a month ago I think, all of the high schools had their students enter a lottery."
"And you won." His mother smiled.
His father with the eyes of a lizard also smiled, just as warmly as the mother but more wider and excitable. "The Ultimate Lucky Student. I'm so proud of you!"
"Luck though?" Komaru had a teasing grin on her childish face. "Didn't you fall down the stairs this morning?"
"No." Makoto huffed as Komaru finally put him down on the floor.
And as his family laughed, he couldn't help but focus on his fists, his sheer happiness trying to take over. He wanted to laugh.
The world was finally helping them, he was granted a way out, a second route out of his fate, just in case he awakened early. He was happy.
Makoto Naegi looked at the fate changing letter once more, his heart beating rapidly once more in his chest.
Mr Makoto Naegi.
We recently held a lottery to select one ordinary student to attend our school.
As a result, you have been selected, and we invite you to join us as the Ultimate Lucky Student.
Included is an orientation guide for Hope's Peak. As well as a check sheet for any special needs you may require as a human or a Centric.
He frowned, there wasn't a check sheet that came with the letter, maybe it wasn't properly attached? For the Ultimate Lucky Student, he certainly wasn't lucky. He was never lucky.
But this... This?
This was pure luck that he will be forever grateful for.
A few days later, in the middle of the night, Makoto Naegi took a nightly stroll through the neighbour hood, catching the still summer wind on his skin. His family were all currently out for different reasons, giving him free reign for the next few hours before he had to go back home.
It was relatively peaceful at this time of night, the only disturbances really being the occasional drunk business man and some loud teenagers. If he was (un)lucky, he could see a drunken or full out brawl, if he was extremely (un)lucky he would be caught in the middle of a Hero Vs Villain battle.
But, that wasn't why he was out on this warm summer night.
No, he came for something much more interesting.
Her.
Sometimes every night, on every new moon at 10PM sharp would the famous Street Songstress come out and sing to a slowly growing audience. Her voice captivated many in it's mystical grasp, as her cosmic hair fluttered in the wind and her songs burning into the memories of her audience for as long as they lived.
He had to wonder, what type of Centric was she? It may be a Physical Mutation mixed in something else, and guessing from how the area around the hair would look 'strained' at times he would have to guess Biological.
He looked at a nearby digital clock that was hanging from one of the buildings. 10:02PM.
Two minutes past.
'Is she late?' That wouldn't make sense, she was never late for an event like this.
But he waited anyway, patiently. As the minutes passed a small crowd had begun to gather, talking in curious and confused whispers about the whereabouts of the Street Songstress, the mistress they had all been dying to see. Makoto casually began to fiddle with a loose pebble with his feet, seeing if he could try and kick it onto his hand.
No such luck.
It was now 10:10PM.
And she was nowhere to be seen.
Her disappearance made him disappointed. Perhaps she was busy, maybe Hero Duty called to her in an emergency on rare events such as these.
He stood up from the bench, fully prepared to walk back home to sleep early-
But an explosion of debris and dust and the cut off screams from behind halted him in his tracks, causing him to suddenly collapse in instinctive shock before a large white barbed tendril had suddenly latched itself onto his leg. He yelped as he felt suddenly weightless, dragged into the air in an instant.
There was a mass of white and grey, a giant purple eye stared at him, a million smaller eyes joining suite.
'Oh,' He thought, coming to a dumb realisation. 'It's a villain. It's Pure Sentry.'
He was in trouble. There was a relatively high ranked villain here that currently held him prisoner, along with many other poor passerby's who came and stayed at the wrong time. One of them he noticed was a white haired teen with grey eyes, looking mildly surprised before a large smile made its way to his face.
Weird.
But, he should be fine. Pure Sentry would of killed him already if he just wanted to cause mayhem, it seemed that he was trying to draw someone out with prisoners. Perhaps he too, was looking for the Street Songstress.
And thankfully he didn't have to wait too long.
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His mind didn't properly register what happened next, in fact it took a good few minutes for his brain to fully process what had happened AFTER he was saved and the distant mythical singing had burned itself into a spot in his brain.
It was like a typical Hero Vs Villain fight (and it was, at first), watching as rings of music suddenly rained down from above, with each ring hitting the villain shattering with a powerful bell ring that rang throughout the area. The villain retaliating with it's tendrils that had attempted to stop the Street Songstress from singing another blast before being sliced off by a large metalic arm, belonging to another hero he couldn't remember the name of that came from nowhere.
The fight was surprisingly short, it felt almost rushed as Pure Sentry was driven into the sewers where he belonged after out of nowhere a swarm of pigeons had begun to attack him, distracting him as the hero's dealt the final blow.
Now that he thought about it, that felt like a one sided slaughter than an amazing duel to the death the media tried to tell them when they were all young and easily impressionable, back when the main Hero Organisations was well trusted and loved around the world as a place of peace and hope.
But now it was mostly a large, controversial joke. It was now referred to as a place of propaganda and arrogance and nothing else, all thanks to a single leak. He couldn't believe that he once wanted to become an icon to a place so scummy, an insult to proper hero's to smaller Hero Houses. But no one could really take them down, they were all too powerful even with the slander and their unpopularity. And now that he was older, he wanted something else, a different future that once begged him to serve humanity forever.
Well, if his Centric abilities didn't want to suddenly awaken and possibly take away his future if the Hero Organisation found out anyway.
His humming came to a halt, nearly squeaking as he nearly headbutted his house door. He never realised that he was already home. Was he really that deep in thought?
It was 10:36PM.
He paused, staring at the door handle, unsure.
He was going to Hope's Peak now. There was a lot of normal people and Centric's that were hoping to live normal lives, no matter how abnormal they are.
He was normal, but for how long? How long until he and his sister were no longer Late-Bloomers?
The thoughts caused him anxiety to rise in his heart and no matter how many times he tried to quell them down, it kept coming back. It danced around like butterfly's, light and briefly touched in places that made him feel heavy. But after a few, careful deep breathes, the butterfly's subsided.
And feeling a new found confidence, he opened the door.
Perhaps it was the realisation that was finally hitting him, a realisation that made him feel absolutely blessed.
And he knew...
That it was truly going to change his life.
For the better hope.
Or the much worse despair.
Just sayin, if I do update this again its gonna be a rather chill, semi slice of life fic. Don't expect too much action from this.