AN: Hello and Hello everyone and a thank you for reading the first chapter of my newest story. I know I've been off this site for years and I apologize for not being active for those who've read my other story Close to Paradise, Far from Perfect. I wanted to let the canon story play out before starting something that would've changed whenever Oda released a chapter, which would affect my story.
After some time, I completely distanced myself from the story and focused more of my time on school and work.
After watching a new anime called My Hero Academia, I kind of got that itch to start writing again. After some weeks of planning and laying some stuff out, here I am with a new story. With my current schedule, I only have a short window of time to dedicate into this, so I just want to get things going.
This story revolves mostly around my OC, there will be times when the perspective/POV changes.
Some of the events in the story will be changed or tweaked, but my OC won't be involved in everything.
I've spent some time on it and I'm excited to finally start this thing and I hope it shows to you all. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
It was a chilly March evening in the city of Musutafu. The sun was beginning to set leaving a beautiful and serene scene across the orange sky and beneath that sky was a young male teenager resting well in a car that had just stopped.
His peaceful sleep was interrupted when a gruff and tired voice spoke. "Hey, hey, we're here."
What came next was light taps under the teens chin to get him awake. Then came the grunting and moaning from just waking up from a long drive from the airport.
He rubbed his eyes and stretched out his arms to get himself out of his sleepy state. He unhooked his seatbelt and got out of the car to see his father and his new girlfriend about to walk up the stairs to what would be the new home for this young man.
While gently scratching his short pink hair, he looked the apartment complex up and down.
It was… a… real change to where he was living before coming here.
He went from living in a mansion over in Russia with his father to living in an average, typical danchi apartment in his eyes.
He shifted his focus back to his father who was getting a little touchy with his much younger Brazilian girlfriend.
His father was wearing a dark blue two-piece suit, with black crocodile skin dress shoes. A peculiar and bizarre combination his son thought.
'Not even a day here in this country and he's already embarrassing me,' Chided the still sleepy teen to himself.
His father was a world-renowned fighter and with the quirk he has, it was a rather easy title for him to earn. He had the Imitation quirk that allowed him to copy the skills of anyone he sees for a portion of time, whether they be in person or through a TV. All the years he's been imitating skills using his quirk, he's learned and became an expert in many things without the use of his quirk, one of which includes fighting. He's mastered many fighting styles, Boxing, Wrestling, Capoeira, Sambo, Drunken Fist. You name it.
Despite being a father at the young age of 17, he's traveled around the world, made large amounts of money per fight and win many championships in his very illustrious, but tragically short career. During his time in the ring, he had racked up some injuries, traumas and damages to his body, all of which forced him retire at a young age.
Refusing to waste away in his retirement, he decided to open a fighting club in his hometown.
He took great pride in his homeland, and his homeland reciprocated those feelings as well. Due to the success of his first club, he had opened another and then another. In a little over 2 years, he's open shop all over Russia and he's looking to expand in other markets and countries.
Not only was he one of greatest fighters the world's ever seen, he was also successful in his business ventures.
He was an icon… a hero in his native country in Russia, which his son admired.
"Come on Matvey!" yelled his father, breaking him away from his assessment of his new home.
He re-opened the car door and pulled out the hoodie he took off during the car ride.
He glanced back at the apartment, 'Is this really the best he can do?'
…
The three walked up a couple flights of and made their way to down the outside corridor until they reached the door that would lead to Matvey's new home
His father reached the door first and reached into his pocket to pull out the key. With his hands shaking he tried his best to put they key into the hole so everyone can enter the apartment.
Growing up with him and watching him fight during his prime, it was a sad site to see for Matvey. His father who was one of the dangerous and lethal fighters to ever grace the planet, was struggling to use a key at the young age of 32.
After a few failed attempts he was about to take his glasses of and try to and get a better look at the target he was aiming for.
Matvey was about to help him, but another voice spoke up before him.
"Let me help Radomir," A slender tan skinned hand took they key from the former fighter.
"Ah, thank you Kacee! I didn't realize how long I was taking there…"
The young replied with a polite "mmm."
The young lady handling the keys was Radomir's newest lover, Kacee. She was everything you'd expect from a model, gorgeous face with sultry amber eyes, glossy full lips, long and beautiful black hair that reached a little past her back, smooth brown skin, curves in all the right places. She was currently wearing a denim jacket with tight black leggings, which Radomir was very appreciative of.
She was a ring girl at one of Radomir's last fights of his career. After winning that fight, the two started talking to each other. One thing led to another and now there together as a couple. There is an age gap between the two, with Radomir being 32 and Kacee being 23. While most people can easily see this relationship as some sort of gold-digger/sugar daddy type of thing, it seems like the two are making it work and with them going on for 8 months, it certainly lasted longer than any of his older flings.
Matvey has no problem with her. At the age of just 14, he knew of things such as lust and what makes a woman attractive and knew that his father was mostly into Kacee just for her looks. He tries to keep away from their relationship, and Kacee doesn't overstep any boundaries with Matvey. Having never met his mother in life, he felt like he didn't need a mother figure.
With her being from Brazil, her Russian was kind of poor, but she was learning.
"We here!" She exclaimed to everyone, and she was greeted back with a loud echo.
The whole apartment was empty, but from what Matvey can see, it looked very standard to what you'd see in your typical anime. Small living room, kitchen across from it, two rooms and a bathroom down the hall.
"Looks like we beat the movers," Radomir concluded. He looked at the sun beginning to set for the day before taking off his shoes. "C'mon let's look around."
Matvey and Kacee followed behind Rabodir while he tried to deliver a tour of what would Matvey's new house for the next few years.
Radomir cleared his throat and began the impromptu house tour with the kitchen. "Let's start this little grand tour off with the kitchen!" He spoke, trying his best to mimic an overly enthusiastic real estate agent.
He turned on the light and tapped the stove "You can use this little hotty here to whip up some nice grub for yourself, or for a hot date," Radomir explained, all while wiggling his eyebrows in a playful manner when injecting the last part into his little spiel.
"Oh Wow! So that's what that was! I sure can't wait to cook up some gourmet Stroganoff and Solyanka!" Matvey sarcastically burst out. He decided to play along with him.
"Ohohoho, that sounds real nice and all, but in order cook those dishes you'll need ingredients! And where can you place those ingredients?" Radomir continued from the oven and turned to the fridge and yanked it open to reveal its empty contents.
"You'll need a fridge!"
"You don't say?" Matvey said, with faux bewilderment.
"I do say! And over here- "
Before Radomir could continue to the next basic kitchen utility to present, he was interrupted by his girlfriend who had tugged on his jacket.
"Bathroom?" She asked.
Radomir dropped the real estate agent act and told her where it was.
"Right down the hall, sladkaya," He whispered to her.
With that she went down the hall, leaving the former boxer alone with his son.
It was silent for a few moments before the youngest one spoke first.
"I don't know how to cook anything,"
Radomir sighed and leaned back against the refrigerator, "Well I guess you're just gonna have to learn now huh?"
Upon receiving the answer, Matvey began to walk around the empty home. He wandered around for a bit before looking outside to see a van outside with people beginning to take stuff out of it.
"Hey dad. I think the movers are here," Matvey informed.
"Bout time," The father said, tapping away at his phone.
Matvey turned his attention away from the window to continue to wander around the apartment.
"So… Is this how it was when you got sent down to Japan?"
This question prompted Radomir to take his eyes away from his phone. "What do you mean?"
"You know… is this how it was? When grandpa and grandma sent you down to Japan all alone… how did you manage it?"
The ex-fighter chuckled, "How did I manage it… How did I manage..." This wasn't exactly a response to the question his son laid out to him, he was just trying to remember back all those years.
He had taken off his glasses and looked up at the ceiling as if it would help him to remember.
"It was pretty tough, I can't lie to you… being so young and just getting shipped off to a foreign country where no one looks like you and you have no idea how to speak the language and all by yourself too… made me crazy."
He put the glasses back on his face, "But I still kept it together for the most part… my parents… weren't much help during my time here…" He drawled off staring off into the walls of the empty house.
It looked like as if he was deep in thought, but in reality, he was just reminiscing over the bad aspects of his childhood. They too sent him and his brother and sister down to Japan by themselves to learn independence and to attend the best hero school when they each reached the age of 14 respectively. To say his parents were strict would be an understatement.
His son had to be the one to shake him away from those memories, "Hey… Dad."
And just like he shook himself free and tried to get back to what he was saying.
"Oh fuck, I did it again. I'm sorry about that," He said, trying to sweep the incident under the rug as fast as possible.
"But yeah, unlike how it was for me, I'll actually be there for you. It'll be tough for you I'm sure, but I'm always a call away," He smiled.
The conversation didn't help Matvey's nervousness about the whole change he was about to be put through but knowing that he would have his dad to help him at times… kind of relieved him, as cheesy as he may had sounded.
Before Matvey can continue to talk with his father, a knock came at the door.
His father scoffed, "These movers sure as shit ain't getting a tip from me," he mumbled.
Radomir approached the door to let in what he assumed was the movers, but instead he was greeted by a truly unsuspecting pair of people.
"H-Hello! You must be the new neighbors! W-we've been expecting you for quite s-some time now! It's nice to finally meet you!"
Radomir quirked an eyebrow at the sight before him, he saw a rather hefty looking woman with green hair wrapped in a ponytail, and she had with her short kid with messy green hair to her side, both of which were bowing to him to greet the much taller and intimidating man.
Matvey came to the door to see what was going on and he was even more confused as his dad, he didn't know what was said. He had taken some basic Japanese lessons, but not enough to fully understand what the woman had said.
Luckily for him, his father knew Japanese to handle most of the talking.
Not wanting to be rude, Radomir bowed down and gestured for Matvey to do the same.
"Well It's a pleasure to meet you too!" He rose up from his bowing posture and towered once again over the two people at the door.
He extended his hand for them to shake, "My name is Radomir Zhuravlyov and this is my son Matvey." He greeted.
"Konnichiwa," Matvey uttered.
The friendly gesture caused the older woman to ease up a bit, but the kid to her side still looked a little skittish. Nonetheless, they both shook the hands of the new neighbors.
"Oh, before I forget," The woman remembered, "This is for you!"
She brought up a bottle of what appeared to be some kind of alcohol.
Radomir took the bottle from her and examined it.
"I-it's nothing all that fancy or special I know; it was just something I got from the liquor store across the street."
Radomir handed the bottle back to the woman, "I thank you for the gesture miss, but the only person that'll be staying here in this house is my son and he's underage so…." He then gently pushes the bottle back into her arms, "You can have it."
All Matvey can do is look back and forth between the two people speaking. He had no idea what was being said.
'I guess this how Kacee must feel…'
A flush can be heard from down the hall and from the bathroom came the woman that was on Matvey's mind. She was on the phone until she looked up from it and saw the two strange looking people at the door.
"Who this?" said the exotic beauty.
"These are going Matvey's neighbors, Kacee," Answered Radomir in Russian.
Now it was time for the two green haired neighbors to look confused.
'It's like a UN meeting here with all the language barriers…' thought Matvey.
The woman's confused expression was replaced by a look of sudden remembrance.
"Oh dear! It seems like we forgot to introduce ourselves to you!" She exclaimed in Japanese.
"My name is Inko Midoriya and this is Izuku Midoriya, my son," She finally introduced.
The shorter one muttered out a "Hello."
Matvey observed the boy. People used to tease Matvey for his pink hair color. Salmon, Flamingo, Cotton Candy were just some of the names people would call him. After looking at this Izuku person, he should probably be grateful that pink is a color most people associate with things that are nice and good. Green on the hand…
"We're excited to have you as our neighbor, Matvey. If you ever need anything don't be afraid to ask okay?" Inko added.
Matvey turned to stared at her. He knew she was talking to him, but he didn't know how to answer.
"You'll have to excuse him; he's just learning the language here in Japan." His father assured.
"Oh, I see," Said Inko, "Well I'm sure he'll do fine. They have a wonderful program for foreign students at Aldera from what I've heard."
"Well that sounds great, but he won't be going to Aldera, he'll be attending Tatooka Junior High. "
Both Inko and Izuku was taken back by this. Tatooka was a prestigious, private school for the gifted… and wealthy. You either needed to have solid connections with the right people or have a lot of money to spend to get your child into there, and luckily for Matvey, his father had both.
"Tatooka! I guess your son must be very, very talented."
This compliment prompted Radomir to slap his son on the back, causing him to stumble a bit.
"Well he has to be!" Radomir chuckled, "He comes from me of course! He's just gonna attend Tatooka for a year and then he'll be off to join U.A."
It was strange, but the sudden mention of U.A prompted Izuku to shoot his eyes at Matvey with pure awe, which the Russian noticed. He raised an eyebrow at the sudden action the short one put forth, which I turn made Izuku cower his eyes in fear when he realized what he did.
Back to the conversation.
Inko had turned her head to the side at hearing Radomir's plan for his son. "Hm? If you don't mind me asking, why do that? There are students who transfer from other countries and go straight to U.A. without spending time in any Junior High down here. There are also homestays-"
"Well it's just something my family does. My parents sent me and my siblings off to Japan at around his age and I'd hate to be the one to break tradition," The ex-fighter interrupted.
Upon hearing the answer, Inko decided to just drop that conversation then and there. Instead she turned to Matvey who was brought back to conversation.
"So Matvey. Happy for school?" She spoke in a way so Matvey could maybe understand her.
Which he was. He responded back to her with a simple "Hai."
"That's great to hear!" She beamed. She then took a glance back outside to see a pair of men carrying boxes.
"Oh, those must be your movers. We should get going now. We look forward to having you as our newest neighbor Matvey," She said about to turn and leave, not before gesturing her son to say goodbye as well.
"R-Right. Bye Matvey," He bowed and took his leave with his mom.
Matvey still had a quirked eyebrow 'That was… strange'
The movers came in and started to place the boxes in the center of the living room. They had a lot to bring in, not to mention the furniture they were going to have to carry.
Radomir sighed and took his suit jacket and tie off "Alright. I guess this house tour is officially over now. Let's get to work Matvey,"
His son had taken his hoodie off, leaving him in a shirt and jogging pants to help with the boxes, "Right."
They were both outside when suddenly, Radomir had held his arm out in front of his son to stop him from walking any further.
He clicked his tongue in a disappointed manner, "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You know the rules…"
Matvey released a heavy sigh. He thought he could get by without his father noticing, but that clearly was not the case.
Upon hearing his father mention 'the rules', he had taken his shirt off and tossed it back inside the house. Shirtless and out into the open, a yellow light had taken form on his back. After a few seconds the mysterious light had then taken the form of wings. Suddenly the light disappeared and what formed was a pair of large rich, fluffy and pink angel wings. The wings were as long as the young teenager, they were almost dragging on the floor.
(Here's a link to the wings I am attempting to describe: attachments/image/month_1408/20140825_ )
Matvey had taken a leap on the railing and jumped from the third floor of the apartment building, with his wings guiding him safely down to the ground.
Radomir looked on as his son had started to take some of the boxes of the van and used his wings to fly back up to the third floor and into the new house to drop them off.
'His speeds gotten better, but there's still some room for improvement.' He claimed in his mind.
He had been training his son for years. Given who his father is and his father's connections, Matvey has been trained by some of the best fighters in the world and from the lessons he's learned, his fighting skill could be rivaled by some of pro heroes out in the world now. However, his father knows that being able to fight isn't all that makes a hero. His flight skills with his wings could be much faster and if he wants to incorporate his wings when he fights for some better movement, Matvey would need to work on his flight speed.
He watched as Matvey leaped down from the balcony again and went back to the truck to get more boxes. He disappeared into the back of the truck and pulled out a big, heavy box that looked like as if it was about to fall apart at the bottom at any second. He was carrying at the sides unaware that the bottom was tearing.
Radomir would just let his son make the mistake and have him learn, but he didn't know what could be in the box.
"Hey Matvey! Carry that at the bottom!" Radomir yelled
The pink haired child looked up, "Do what!?" he yelled back
"I said- "
Before he could repeat himself, the sound of tape getting ripped apart made its way to everyone ears. The unfortunate sound only hurt everyone's ears, everyone except for Matvey who had a box full of pots and pans crash down on his foot.
"Shit!" He cursed.
He hopped out of the truck and took his shoes off to rub his now aching feet. His wings disintegrated into many yellow light fragments that floated away into the sky, indicating that the pain from the pots distracted Matvey from keeping his wings open.
His dad could only sigh at the sight of everything.
'He's also gonna have to work on his smarts as well.'
Radomir would be the first to admit, no one in the Zhuravlyov family could be considered the sharpest tools in the shed, but with hopes that Matvey will take the classes at Tatooka seriously, he may be the one to finally show how smart they can be.
"Stupid pots…" Matvey mumbled, still on the ground.
'… Maybe the next generation?' Radomir pondered. He then made his way towards the stairs to help unpack everything.
"Come on Matvey! I wanna see at least 15 boxes by the time I come down there and come back up!" He challenged, while making his way down the stairs.
…
It was night time when everything was unloaded.
The movers had finally left and a worn out Matvey and Radomir was laid out in the living room that was just put together with help from the movers.
Radomir had his head in the lap of his girlfriend, while she was busy using her quirk to help cool off him off.
"That took forever…" Radomir said.
"Yeah," was all Matvey could muster up to say at that point in time. His wings were no longer present on his back, he laid his sweaty and shirtless body out on the cold hardwood floor.
Radomir had taken a look around the new home. It certainly looked better than the house he had when he first came down to Japan. Of course, his parents didn't make as much money as he did, but regardless.
The sound of a creaking floor brought Radomir attention to his son who was just rising off the floor.
With shaky legs, he got up on his two feet and made his way towards the bathroom to try and take a shower to get ready to go to bed. Before he can disappear into the hallway and away from the two relaxing in the living room, he was stopped by the weary, but still gruff voice of his father.
"Don't take too long Matvey. We- I need to wash off too."
Luckily for Matvey he was away from their eyes, otherwise, they would have seen him grimacing at what his father said. Not a whole night spent at his new home and his bathroom was about to be made filthy.
'I need to wash off.' He mocked in his head. 'I think you really meant to say 'we' dad.'
…
Over the span of a few days, everything was coming to place for Matvey. He was fully enrolled into his new school that would be starting again for the new school year in a few days. He had gotten good feel of where he would be staying and the places around it. He had learned more Japanese to the point where he can hold a simple conversation.
His father had also enrolled him in a gym to further improve his body as well as turn one of the bedrooms at the apartment to an in-home gym filled with fighting equipment for boxing/MMA.
Everything was all setup and he was all set to start his new life down in Japan.
But with everything being all set, it was time for his father and his lover to make their leave.
Slamming the trunk of his rental, Radomir took a good look again at the apartment his son was staying at.
"See! It sucks and you know it!" his son sassed.
Radomir pinched the bridge of his nose out of tiredness. He had a flight to catch that would be taking off near midnight, leaving him just a little over an hour to say his goodbyes to his son and catch the plane going over to Russia.
"It's not grand or luxurious as what you got at home, but it's all for you and you alone. Most people would kill for a home like this and you're getting for free practically, so be a little grateful."
Matvey sighed, "Fine…"
"And please… I know how you were with the girls back at home Matvey. Don't do anything stupid okay. I'm serious," His father pleaded.
"Understood,"
"Also, I'm always a call away ya know… so don't be afraid to reach out."
"Yeah, I got it."
Radomir smiled down at his son and ruffled his short pink hair.
"C'mon, don't be like that! We'll try to make some time to visit often," He said, trying to give his son a small sense of comfort before he would be left all alone.
The sentiment didn't do much for Matvey. He felt like as if he was about to set sail in a small rowboat without a compass, map or any direction.
To have to live in a new country, all by yourself at a young age was a huge burden to bear. A burden that Matvey was ready to handle, despite his nervousness.
At a young age, he never had a major fascination or admiration for heroes. He spent most his time with his father growing up, traveling with him and watching him fight. Seeing his father's name in the big lights, the way people would cheer and love him, the pomp and circumstance he carried with him; Matvey wanted that for himself. He wanted to be a pro fighter like his father, but his biggest inspiration halted him in his dream.
Radomir told his son that heroes leave bigger impacts in the world than a pro fighters, which confused him. In his mind, there could be no one bigger than his father, but after checking out some clips of some heroes on the internet, like the world famous All Might, that's when he knew his father was right. It's one thing to have people love and adore you like his father, but to have the power, fame and adoration like a pro hero has was way above what his father had. Going to U.A like everyone else in his family would be the right way to go about being the best hero in the world.
The Zhuravlyov family has had a total of 3 students enrolled in U.A over the years. Radomir was one of them. He also went to Tatooka and was admitted into U.A. During his time there, he excelled. He had charisma, the technique, the fighting skill to be another pro hero that came from the illustrious academy. The one thing that stopped him was his ego. He would act in a way that could be portrayed as unheroic. Always belittling and bullying his classmates, not taking his classes seriously, being more concerned with his social life than school.
It was always one incident after another until they finally expelled him. He had been kicked out of U.A and from there he left Japan and went back home to Russia. Coming home and carrying the title of failure was the hardest thing Radomir had to recover from, way ahead of any blows he had experienced in the ring. He had done some soul searching and trained to become a professional fighter, which in turn, lead him into where he is now.
Being the changed man he is now, he did his best to implement his wisdom and teachings to his son. He just hopes he can take those learnings to heart and avoid the mistakes that he made during his time.
It took a vibrating phone in his pocket to make Radomir realize that he needed to let his son go. He took the phone out of his pocket and immediately put it back in.
"Damn timezones…" He mumbled out before letting out a final sigh.
Kacee was in the car and ready to leave.
Radomir had entered the car and close the door.
He rolled the window down and stuck his fist out the window.
Matvey saw the fist and knew that this was his father's way of saying good bye to him. Matvey had cocked his fist back and put a little power in his fist bump.
His father had felt it and chuckled. He rubbed his hand against his thigh to try and get rid of the nagging pain he felt.
"Good luck!" Kacee wished.
With a smile, Matvey retorted with a "Thanks!"
His father began to roll his window up but before they were fully up, he quickly uttered a "Knock em dead kid."
He then drove off. Leaving Matvey alone in the parking lot in his sleepwear.
Grinning he turned and made his way towards the steps to get back to his home.
'Alright Japan, show me what you got!'
AN: And there we have ladies and gents, the first chapter of my newest story. This was more of a prologue to try and let my OC's backstory out.
Apologies if it got kind of confusing with the different languages I was trying to write out.
I am going to attempt to go back into CTPFFP at some point in the future, preferably after I'm done with school for the semester and I fully catch back up with the One Piece Manga.
Hope you all enjoyed! Don't forget to leave a review