Igarashi Katsumi: origins
My whole life, I had always wanted to be a hero. Mostly because it sounded a lot more fun than most other jobs out there(you get paid to beat up bad people), but also because it makes a difference. For example, I wouldn't want to be an animal trainer. While cool, they don't really save lives.
It also helps that my dad is a pro hero. My mom, while she has a powerful quirk, already loved her job as a chef. I really admire what my dad does.
Pretty recently, I had sent in my application to ua, where my dad works. Coming up with my costume had been the hardest part. (I'm not very creative)
I recently got a notification that the testing would begin in a couple months, near the start of the school year.
I'm not quite sure what I am feeling about this whole going to hero school thing. Excitement, nervousness, confidence, all these emotions mixed together to create a blob of quivering jelly, namely, myself.
Brushing a lock of my silver hair behind my ear, I continued on with my morning jog.
With music playing in my ear, I was totally oblivious to the outside world.
Suddenly, I felt something invade my space.
Quickly looking around, I didn't see the culprit anywhere.
A sleazy looking teenager caught my interest from behind me.
He looked sketchy.
Ignoring him, I continued on with my run.
Thankfully, he stayed put.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I put him from my mind.
I ran a couple more blocks, then started to head back to my house.
Taking a shortcut, I went through a narrow alley way.
It happened too fast for my brain to process. One second I was on my merry way, the next I was pinned against a wall, unable to breath.
Revolting onion breath flooded my olfactory senses.
I stared into the disgusting face of a petty thief.
"Hey there darling. Care to help out a poor soul?" He leered.
It was the guy from earlier. He had his fingers around my throat, cutting off my air. Apparently he had a quirk that allowed him to elongate his fingers or something. He held out his other hand, obviously expecting me to put my valuables into it.
I smiled. "Poor soul is correct. I can smell your feet from here." In a blur, I extracted myself and disabled him, laying him out cold.
After letting the police know about it, I continued on my merry way.
My phone buzzed a few minutes later. It was my mom. "Hey mom! Wassup?"
"Hey Katsumi, how close are you to home? You're taking a while. Dad wanted to give you a couple combat tips before he left for work."
I grinned. Yes! Another rare sparring session.
"Sorry mom. I'll be there shortly. I got held up."
"Okay, sounds good honey. See you soon!"
I smiled to myself. I amuse myself so much.
Sprinting the rest of the way back, I passed by multiple people staring at a giant villain.
Normally I would stop and watch, but I've got more exciting things to do.
Ever since I had sent in my application, my dad had promised to give me a grueling training program over the summer to strengthen both my mind and body.
I was so looking forward to the last day of school! Then I could start training!
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After our sparring session later that morning, I told him about my run in. He praised me for not using my quirk, and instead just using self defense.
He said that until I had my provisional license, it was the safest to not use my quirk.
Since I was homeschooled, I have had a lot more free time than regular public schoolers. I have used this free time to develop my gifts, so I believe they are more refined than most people my age. But that's probably just me having a large ego.
Since my dad is a teacher at ua, my homeschooling was more like regular school, with assignments and homework (everything was homework! The horror!) and speeches and the like, everything he would have his class do.
So I wasn't too worried about the school aspect of au.
But the part I am worried about is the acceptance rate. Only the best of the best get into au, so what if I don't get in? I would humiliate my dad!
So I resolved to train as hard as I could this coming summer. Don't want to disgrace the family name. Especially since my brother became a pro hero as well, taking after our dad.
He's somewhere overseas now, fighting crime.
I shudder to think that I would embarrass my family at all. They've done way too much for me.
The first of their sacrifices was homeschooling me. Because of my mental quirk, it was hard to concentrate at school. When I was younger, not so much now, I had an ongoing headache. I had so many visits to the nurse's office and sick days my parents were probably like, "oh, what the heck! She's home most of the day anyways!" So they decided to homeschool me.
Homeschooling has been so amazing. Especially because of my dads quirk, the super hearing, it has been so much more relaxing studying at home.
It will be interesting going to school again. I hope I don't die.
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