I've recently gotten into MHA and couldn't stop myself from creating a mini-story. I hope it's okay! This chapter is an introduction to the OC I made for this fic. As always, I don't own any of the other characters. Most chapters will be present day, but this one is 15-16 years in the past. Thanks for reading :D

Her Peace

Ginsui Fukukado

Hair: Light Grey

Eyes: Orange to Pink

Height: 5'6"

Age: 15, 30 in Later Chapters

Quirk: Empathy- She feels what others feel within a 3 mile radius. This includes and is not limited to happiness, fear, sadness, anger, hopelessness, pride, etc. All her senses such as smell and hearing are heavily linked and affected as she experiences what others do.

"Ginsui…don't look just yet, but there are two cuties behind us," Emi Fukukado giggled in her best friend's ear.

The two were close even at birth. Their fathers were brothers, so the girls were naturally raised together. Unfortunately, Emi's uncle didn't live into his thirties. His quirk had been too much and it was regrettably inherited by the usually soft-spoken girl she was standing next to.

Ginsui struggled daily and only made it this far thanks to her cousin's Outburst tricks. Her essence of pure joy is what inspired Ginsui to nickname her "Joke." Joke was her rock, her balance to the never-ending swats of negativity nagging at her daily by everyone else in the world. If it wasn't for that, she would have suffocated from the burdens of people she didn't even know.

Luckily, she was able to make arrangements with the school so that she could get her education from home. Her other days were spent building engines for mechanical-type quirk users at a local factory. It was one of the few places that was noisy enough to drown out the hum of human emotion.

Today was one of those days. She was currently sporting the long blue smock and old jeans she used as the uniform.

"Are you listening, Gini? I said, there are TWO CUTIES BEHIND US!" Joke yelled loud enough to let the onlookers know she had caught them staring.

Ginsui blushed in embarrassment. The soft, pink tint darkened to scarlet when she made eye contact with one of the guys her silly cousin was referring to. His long, black hair tangled around his pale face and his innocent stare squinted into a scowl once he realized he had been caught. However, the cold face could not hide what was unseen to everyone but the single person it was locked on.

Ginsui's mouth popped open uncertainly as she felt his pure, unadulterated want for her. She heard his need to bury his face into her long, curly silver hair. She could taste his fierce belief that it was a basic necessity to keep looking into her eyes as if their orange-pink glow was a once-in-a-life-time sunset. It was way too much too fast. Who even dares to think so passionately about someone they've only seen once?

There had only been a handful of times Ginsui had experienced the feeling of such desireandall of them were in passing from people that were on dates. She never imagined that she would be a prospect of such and surely not from someone so…bitter looking.

She cleared her throat before trying to tune into the other guy. His sandy blonde hair stuck out unnaturally and his grin was too big for his face. It was adorable. He seemed smitten by her cousin, so she decided to focus on that as best as she could. It was difficult though when the freaking lust emitting from his friend was beating down the door to her nerves. Had this guy seen her before? You can't simply develop such strong feelings with one look, right?

"What are they thinking? I can see it on you face that it's good," Joke pressured her into spilling the beans.

"Uhm..well…"

"Hey you, with black hair! If you like what you see now, wait until she takes this off," Joke squealed in delight as she snatched her cousin's smock free. The buttons popped in response and exposed her chest to those standing around.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, EMI?" Ginsui screamed in panic as she snatched the smock back on.

"HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU DIDN'T HAVE A BRA ON? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT BRAVE, GINI?!"

"IT'S HOT WHERE I WORK AND A BRA FEELS LIKE A RESTRAINING JACKET IN THOSE CONDITIONS," the petrified girl whined exasperatedly.

The two continued to argue as disbelief bounced around the bystanders.

"This is the best day of my life, Shota," Hizashi smiled at his comrade.

"Same," Aizawa replied more calmly than he felt. He was good at putting up a false front.

Today had been their last day of summer. They were going to spend the bus ride finishing their preparations for the U.A. exam they were headed to. It was the perfect start. Surely this meant that the following year was going to be unstoppable.

"I'm so sorry cuz, I should have been more thoughtful," Joke sighed as they made their way to a seat on the bus they had been waiting for this entire time.

"It's okay. I needed the distraction."

"You know, it's okay to let loose sometimes. I know it's hard to laugh when…well… you know," Joke trailed timidly.

Ginsui's quirk was a sore spot. It was only last year that it had almost sunk her like it had her father. Suicide wasn't as uncommon as it should have been, especially lately. There were more and more people developing stronger quirks that were incompatible with human nature and the effects were nasty.

Joke had only recently convinced her cousin into applying for U.A. If there was anyone that could help ease Ginsui's burden, if there was someone that could just give her a break from the agonizing torture of constant emotion, it would be there. The girls were hoping that the best of the best of all Hero academies would know how to get Ginsui an on/off switch.

"Gini McSui pants, there's something I need to confess," Joke began carefully.

"Okay?"

"I'm not trying out for U.A. I only said that I was going with you so that you would have to go."

"What?!"

"Please, listen. I do not mean what I am about to say in a bad way, so please don't be upset with me."

"Oh no."

"Ginsui, you have used me as a handicap. I am your joy and peace in a world full of fear and worry. The negative vibes outweigh the positive ones and that's just how life is. My dear cousin, I'm afraid that my own quirk may have stifled your growth into developing your own defense. You've relied on me so often that you never had a chance at finding the happiness in having others around…or within yourself. I would love to tag along, but I want you to get the same opportunities as me and that isn't going to happen if we go the same route."

Ginsui could feel the authenticity in her cousin's words even if she hated them.

"I understand," she solemnly sighed.

The rest of the ride continued in silence until the wretched taste of dread filled the air around the empath.

"Not now," Ginsui muttered before jumping up.

Somewhere, a villain had begun an attack. The bus had not quite reached it and the accident could still be miles away. Hundreds of voices rang in her ears as their panicked emotions reached out to her. She looked around at the calm riders and wished she could be like them.

It wouldn't be long before they would begin to feel as she and it wasn't because the danger was any nearer. No, it would be her fault. The older she got, the more she inadvertently shoved the overwhelming amount of feelings she got onto other people. It may have been an act of self-preservation, but it was an unhealthy one that could potentially hurt innocent people.

She dropped her bags and pushed her way to the front of the bus.

"Sir, please let me off here," she barely choked out. How much longer did she have until the panic spilled over? It would be a disaster if it happened in such a tightly filled area.

"Ma'am, I can't exactly do that right now," the driver replied in confusion.

" .Out." She demanded.

*crrsshk* "There's been an accident at Shibuya Crossing. You'll need to stop soon until we get it taken care of *crrshhk* over."

"Heard, over," the driver replied back into the radio speaker.

"Looks like you better take a seat and get comfortable," he said as he motioned for Ginsui to sit down.

"Gini?" Joke called from the back. She could see the cold sweat starting to form on her friend's ashen face.

"Please, sir, I am begging you. I must get off now," Ginsui pleaded as calmly as she could muster.

"Jeez lady, I said take a seat," the driver growled before pushing her aside.

He gasped and puked seconds after his hand made contact. That was all it took; one touch and he was stampeded by her quirk.

"What…what" he moaned from the steering wheel as the young, terrified teen grabbed the lever to open the bus door and jolted out the exit.