CHAPTER I

THE WANDERER

What was she like?

I was told-

She was

a melancholic soul

She is like

The Sun to the night,

A momentary gold.

A star when dimmed

By a dawning light

The flicker of

A candle blown.

A lonely kite

Lost in flight,

Someone once

had flown

The wind blowing through her hair, she grabbed her school bag as she walked to Yueei slowly, her steps gently paced as she felt the heat generate from behind her. She peeked over her shoulder as a loud person chuckled and slammed his palm upon her shoulder. She painfully winced and lost her composure as she was then dragged backwards and the boy pierced his eyes to hers. His eyes were toxic green, and it looked like he was almost going to burn her into a crisp.

"Ehh? What are you doing now Uraraka? Walking to school without me!?", he threatened Uraraka as her face darkened and she grit her teeth. She wanted to flick her hand to make Izuku get smacked away by her quirk, and then he'll get hurt. But she couldn't after the last incident she had with Kirishima with them trying to bully her friend.

"I would like to recommend you that you take your dirty hands off my shoulder so I can go to my class!", she exclaimed angrily as she caught the scent of burnt ashes as she quickly smacked Izuku in the face and ran away before a gigantic fire starts. He just chuckled as a small fire was created upon his palm, circling just like a dog chasing for its tail. The scent was lovely.

He slowly smiled as he jogged right behind her as he pushed open the doors of Yueei. After all that, a disheveled boy came, he wore an eye pad after the incident with with a villain which slashed at his right eye. His clothes were in a bit formal fashion. He sighed in relief as he tried to trail behind Izuku after seeing Uraraka almost getting her clothes burnt. He gulped at the fact and bravely walked in to the school.

"The hell you think you're doing here?", a rough voice came straight out of nowhere. He yelped as he slowly turned around as he saw a person with his arm all armored up with his hardening ability, terrifying crimson-red pupils and hair dyed in dark red.

"A-Ah! K-Kirishima-kun! Ehm, s-sorry!", he stammered out as he quickly shuffled backwards as Kirishima menacingly walked towards him. He shuffled back all up until his back was slammed upon the metal slabbed door which was his class.

"Listen here, if you get out of my fucking way for once I won't hit that hard next time, got it?", he said as his fist came in contact with the poor victim as the sharp skin pierced through his, he was crying as Kirishima ran inside the classroom.

A girl came out with bandages, it was Uraraka. She mournfully looks at him. She scoffed at the fact that he was always this innocent, but regretted that thought because he was quirkless. Reasons were unknown of how he got into the school.

"You should really take care of yourself. I wonder if you can live a peaceful life.", she asked sadly as the weeping stops and the boy looks at her with the same expression.

They both sighed and accompanied each other to every class together like every other day. They tried their best to avoid other kids, but invites Momo and sometimes Denki. They were kind enough. Momo sometimes punches him but in a jokingly manner while Denki, a bit aggressively zaps him most of the time but sometimes half-heartedly apologizes.

All that peace ends when it's time of AFO's lesson came upon him. He was pummeled onto the floor and hurt so much that he secretly fled away and skipped the rest of the lesson and watched from the sidelines. Uraraka was in the middle of practicing to lift up four whole boxes of weights when she noticed that he bailed. A waiseed of doubt and worry was planted in her mind.

After the lesson, Izuku scowled at the fact that he wasn't allowed to spar him. He wanted to burn him alive and that's what he always wanted. He went outside with him when they were dismissed outside, he creeped right upon him as a pair of chocolate eyes quickly swept Izuku as he gasped,dropped on the floor and hit himself in the head. He painfully moaned as Uraraka yelled at him to run away.

He panted painfully, as he ran from the pains of his everyday life. Some time later, he was taking a break from the long and exhausting run. He took out his water bottle and drank from it, satisfying his unbelievably dry mouth. He then calmly walked towards his house.

As he opened the door, an expected warm hug embraced him. "Look who's back from school!" His mother, albeit an extraordinarily sanguine person, was sometimes too childish with him. "Today we're eating spicy curry!," she said, "I made it just the way you like it!"

"Thanks, mom." he said quietly. He then went ahead and washed his hands, as the idea of eating curry didn't sound too bad to him. After entering the bathroom, he noticed that his eye pad didn't cover his scarred eye fully. ...Looks like I will have to clean the scar later he thought. It didn't took him a long time to wash his hands. When he joined his mother at his table, the curry was still steaming hot. He went ahead and sit in his usual spot, right across his mother's chair.

A couple minutes later she asked, "So how was your day?" He thought about the question and decided to tell his mother a half-true response. "It was fine, we had everything as usual, some old practices, some new." He didn't mention the All-For-One's lesson, as to not further worry his mother.

It didn't took a long time for his mother to respond and start talking about her day. As always, it wasn't as bad as his day, although at one point it looked as if it was going to be. Her optimism, however, saved the day. They then proceeded to eat in silence.

"How's your eye, sunshine?" his mother asked suddenly. "I still can't believe that it was All Might who got your eye!" It took him a while to find words that won't hurt his mother emotionally. He couldn't find any. "I told you, mom, All-For-One was able to defeat All Might easily. My eye is going to be fine, our Recovery Girl took care of it. It's going to recover soon." He looked down on the table

"I am just worrying about your health, honey, that's it!" His mother sighed. "It's just that it looks like your are a bit down since that attack, I just wanted to make sure." His face twisted a bit when his mother finished talking. Why must I always make her sad? It took him a while to think of something to say. He looked up to her and gave her a very subtle fake smile. "Mom, everything's fine, All Might is not going to do anything to me again, okay?" She gave him a smile. "If you say so, sweetheart."

When he was finished with his dinner, he suddenly said, "Mom, can I ask you for something?" She looked at him. "What is it?"

"Can you wake me up tomorrow at around six twenty, please?" He wanted to spend more time looking at his eye tomorrow, as it didn't look as if it was getting better.

"Sure thing!" she said.

When they were finished with their dinner, she cleaned the table and started washing the dishes. Not soon after he took a cold bath. After that he went to his desk in his bedroom and moaned in pain.

He slowly closed his eyes. It took him a moment to recall everything that happened today. He quietly sighed. A tear trickled down his face as he silently wept beneath the lovely moon. He took off his medical eye pad carefully, blood trickled as he cleaned the scar with rubbing alcohol and looked at the mirror he had on the table, a mini one of course.

He opened his eyes. They were red just like Kirishima's, in contrast to his hair that was ash-blonde like his mother's. His hair was like the outcome of an explosion just like his last name. His first name didn't define him at all. Yes, this was him. A boy with no power or quirk or strength whatsoever.

And his name was Katsuki Bakugou.