Disclaīmer: I do not own any part of My Hero Academia. I only own my OCs.
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Like a fire on pavement;
you light up with a single-minded passion.
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Kerosene Hearts; Chapter One:
[in which worried parents fawn over a not-so-worried child]
They thought that she was quirkless, at first.
Minamoto Chika was the one who worried about his daughter as he watched the small girl, short bobbed hair and all, sit by her makeshift table (a small blue four-legged stool that they bought from Ikea). She was doodling again, and he raised an eyebrow and turned away.
His daughter, Minamoto Morie was already five years old, but yet still showed no sign that she had developed a quirk (other than the fact that she had an abnormal love for drawing). He had thought that maybe that was her quirk, but upon relooking he and Fū's family history, he was certain that a drawing quirk could not just simply appear without the genes necessary to back it up.
Humming in thought, he watched as the crayons Morie wielded would occasionally slip out of her short fingers. Out of nature and habit, he levitated them up from the floor so that she could grab them without having to bend down, only for a kiddy scowl of displeasure to flash across her face.
"Nonono, let me pick them up myself!"
Following those words, Chika never failed to find great amusement in the way she would go out of her way to swat the crayons out of mid-air, before painstakingly bending down to pick up the once-again-fallen crayon from the ground- all complete with a little pout on her face.
Her ordinary-ness is out of the ordinary, he mused as Morie continued to scribble with the chipped crayon with utter concentration. He drummed his fingers against the table and made several objects float around to alleviate his boredom- before he was quickly chased away by his daughter. "No peeking!" was the only warning he got.
He brought up the whole possibly-quirkless thing up with his wife one day.
"If you're that worried," Fū commented, wearily tossing aside her work clothes. Her rank had been steadily shooting up by leaps and bounds, and moreoftem than not she reached home scraped and tired. "We can bring her to the doctor. See if there's anything wrong."
(And so he did.)
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There was only one joint present in Morie's little toe, which meant that there was almost no doubt that his little girl did indeed have a quirk.
It was now a question of 'what', not 'if', he reminded himself absent-mindedly as he watched the brown-haired girl fiddle around with something. The similarities between Morie and her mother were astounding, really- both of them had hair the same brown shade and eyes which were dark and almond-shaped.
There was a tug at his sleeve.
"Dad, my head hurts." Morie stated softly.
That sentence along was enough to sound alarm bells in his mind. Now, if there was one thing he had learnt about his daughter, was that she just simply didn't do whining or complaining- at least not on purpose.
Picking her up and setting her on the sofa carefully, it was then did a concerned look flit over his features. "What's the problem?"
"I don't know. I was playing with marbles, but they felt weird." She admitted, shoving a closed hand towards him. Her fingers unfurled to reveal a handful of swirling green marbles.
... Now that was new.
"What do you mean, Mori?"
She frowned at that. "Feels like there's something inside them moving."
This statement made Chika feel particularly hopeful, because he assumed that if he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the marbles but they were being 'weird' to Morie, then it was more likely than not her quirk taking effect.
"Try doing something with them." He encouraged, gesturing at the marbles.
"Like what?" She questioned, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Move them, break them... anything," he listed patiently.
Morie looked a lot more interested, suddenly. "Do you think I can make them blow up? I hear things blow up. They're noisy."
Chika vaguely knew what she was talking about- he heard the explosion noises too. Personally he suspected that Mitsuki and Masaru's kid had gotten himself an interesting quirk, but he digressed.
"Sure you can, if you try to see it happening."
Morie frowned, staring at the marbles in her hand. Then she set them on the floor, and frowned some more- before the marble was suddenly reduced to green shards of glass which flew apart with the force of a small firework.
His eyes widened at the sight.
... Holy shit his little girl could make things explode?
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"Pressure, huh?"
Minamoto Fū smiled, ruffling Morie's hair. The little girl giggled at that, though she quickly yawned and drifted off to sleep. "Looks like her quirk is taxing for her... at the very least, I'm glad she hasn't inherited my Wind quirk, like my brother's child."
Chika chuckled at that. "Looks like our quirks somehow fused together, right?"
"Yeah," Fū laughed, reaching over to flick him in the forehead fondly. "I'm glad they did."
'Force' was a tenacious quirk indeed, she mused, able to squeeze itself into an already dominant Wind quirk.
The manifestation of 'Pressure' was a miracle. With it came the hopes that their quirks combined would be enough to give their little girl the strength to face the world.
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A/N:
Rie secretly likes explosions, and her parents are dorks.
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