. . .

He was floating, that much he could tell.

Why was he up in the air? What was all this smoke that surrounded him? He could feel the tight tingles in his throat, dying to cough it all out, but unable to.

His eyes squinted, desperate to see around him. He felt so vulnerable – unable to move, unable to escape. He grasped frantically around him, legs kicking uselessly.

The dark smoke parted somewhat, revealing a spine-chilling gaze of bright yellow orbs. Once their eyes locked, he couldn't look away… Entranced… Against his will…

The stranger's head gave the smallest of nods.

Suddenly, he was falling. In an instant, the small amount of air he had escaped his lungs. He opened his mouth wide to scream, and yet he felt that nothing could come out no matter how hard he pushed. The air was freezing, yet burned at the same time, as he experienced descending likely to his death. All the while he couldn't look away from that piercing gaze, even as his vision blurred around them…

A sharp pain made his head shoot right up from his desk.

"Gh!"

Genki blinked rapidly, face pale. His wide gaze met the ones of equal surprise among his peers, and a dark red blush immediately tinted his cheeks. Embarrassed, he tipped his head a bit. Though even this wouldn't escape the stare of his unamused teacher.

"Midoriya, something to add?" The seafoam green haired man raised an eyebrow quizzically.

Genki's expression turned from one of sheepish to nervousness upon the confrontation from his unfriendly professor, quickly shaking his head. "N-No, Mr. Aizawa." He apologized, unable to meet his gaze. A pro-hero who could make anyone sad just by staring at them, the son of Eraser Head and the Smile Hero, was Genki's teacher. This was just another example of how unlucky he was.

Grateful once the attention shifted away from him and back to the class discussion, Genki took a moment to exhale his shaky sigh of relief. He placed both hands back in his lap, looking down at the binder on his desk. Though his light brown eyes might've been focused on the writing in front of him, his mind was elsewhere.

Was that another dream? Or was it a vision?

As much as he would've liked to write it off as a dream, the sharp pain once it ended always gave the opposite away.

But Genki had never had a vision as scary as that one. There could never be a misinterpretation of his visions – he was sure of that, no matter how many times someone else tried to suggest that. They always happened exactly as they appeared. So among all the other things he was anxious about in life, he now had to fear plummeting to his death soon too?

The bell rang, interrupting him from his thoughts.

"Class dismissed, have a good weekend." Mr. Aizawa droned, the cheeriness of his statement not at all matching his attitude.

The students all stood, packing their things to leave. Genki fumbled to follow suit, shoving his binder and pencils into his All Might bookbag distractedly. One of his pencils clattered to the floor, almost slipping on it as he zipped up his bag. He stumbled, bending down and swiping it up.

"Genki?"

Genki rose, face to face with the source of the other voice.

"Oh! Hey Toshi." Genki relaxed when met with his brother's smile, shoving the pencil in his back pocket rather than open his bookbag again.

"Are you alright? Did you have another vision or something?" Toshi jumped straight to the point.

Genki sighed. Toshi Midoriya, the biological son of their Dad Izuku and their family friend Ochako Uraraka, was always so smart. He always knew all the answers and what to do in pretty much any situation, just like their Dad…

Genki Midoriya, the adopted son, envied that sometimes.

"Yeah, I did… But it's alright, no need to worry! Just something small and insignificant, really." Genki chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly exited the classroom ahead of his brother.

Of course, he knew his brother wouldn't believe him. Genki was a terrible liar, after all. But he really didn't want to worry Toshi more than he already always did. For once, he wanted to prove he could handle something on his own without having to inconvenience Toshi or anyone else.

"Are you sure about that? I'm here for you, always. You're the one that doesn't need to worry." Toshi pointed out, catching up behind him.

Genki nodded, unable to get the memory of those piercing yellow eyes out of his mind.

"Really, it's okay… Hey, did you happen to catch the homework assignment we got today? I kinda missed it…" He laughed.

Before Toshi could answer, another student ran up and joined their stride.

"Hey, guys!"

The boys turned to see Asuka Iida beside them, beaming just as brightly as ever.

"Got any cool plans for the weekend?" She asked.

"Asuka!" Genki smiled. It was ironic how, though he was the adopted son, he was way more socially awkward than Toshi.

"I was thinkin' of hitting up the mall this weekend, wondered if you guys wanted to come." She offered with a shrug of her shoulders. Her hands rested on the straps of her pink bookbag, all but pinkies which instinctively never touched what she held. If they did, whatever it was would blast right off due to her quirk. Sometimes, things were never seen again.

"Sure." Toshi agreed, cheerfully.

Him and Asuka continued to chat as they all walked down the hallway towards the school's main doors – and like it often did, Genki's mind wandered elsewhere as he stared out the long windows beside them.

The sun would set soon, as he could tell by the orange sky. He could almost see the reflection of that stranger from his vision's yellow eyes in the setting sun. It sent chills down his spine, and he wished he could've snapped himself out of repeatedly reliving the nightmare. If only things worked that way.

He could hear sirens off in the distance… It brought back unpleasant memories.

The walk home went just as it always did. Toshi and Asuka chatted, Genki speaking up or laughing every now and again. They said goodbye to her down the block, before continuing to walk a little further into their own apartment.

"We're home!" Toshi called out, nudging the door shut behind them.

"Welcome home!" He was immediately met with Izuku's voice from the kitchen, "Dinner's nearly finished – so great timing!"

Genki could hear the TV channels changing, meaning their other Father Hitoshi was probably on the couch. Same old routine, he thought with a small smile. Familiarity always comforted him.

"How was school?" Hitoshi asked, hand ruffling through his own purple hair tiredly.

Genki shrugged and sat beside him, watching as Toshi went straight for the kitchen. He heard a faint 'C'mon, you'll ruin your dinner!' from Izuku in the other room and chuckled.

"It was alright…" Of course, Genki chose to omit the life-threatening vision he had during class today. If he wasn't planning on telling his brother, there was no way he'd let either of his parents in on this secret either.

"You've been gone a whole week, nothing exciting happened?" Izuku always missed them when they were away in the UA dorms, his sons knew that. He entered the living room with some plates, going back to get more.

"Not unless you count Genki's mid-class visions as exciting." Toshi snorted, plopping down on the armchair beside their couch.

"Toshi—" Genki frowned.

"Did you have one today?" Hitoshi questioned, his eyes finally leaving the TV screen. Of course, he'd settled on the news.

"Yeah… But it wasn't anything worth reporting." Genki waved him off. Sometimes – no, more like all the time – he wished his quirk worked on command like most people's did. He knew UA training was supposed to improve that, but nothing worked so far. Visions came whenever they wanted, and there was nothing he could do about it. Honestly, if it wasn't for his recommendation from his pro-hero parents, he doubted he ever would've stepped foot in UA in the first place. His brother, on the other hand…

"Well, what was it?" Izuku asked after bringing the last of dinner in, taking his seat.

"Just… a person. Somebody I haven't met yet." Well, it wasn't a lie, just not the whole picture…

"What'd this mysterious stranger look like?" Toshi teased, eyebrows wiggling.

"Uhh, green and purple hair… Yellow eyes… Kinda creepy." Genki was nervous even describing the individual, for some reason.

"Could be a new student, you'll see soon." Hitoshi suggested, ending the conversation much to Genki's relief. As true as that could be… He was nervous for whoever this person was. And hoped it really wouldn't end in his own demise.

. . .

Weekends at home were always nice. Not only did Genki get to spend time with his family and relax away from school for a little while, but he had his late-night jogs to look forward to. His headphones in and his sweatpants on, these jogs always helped clear his mind.

He never jogged through the busy city streets at night, choosing the path by the beach park instead. He remembered when Izuku took him here years ago, describing all the training All Might put him through. It brought a smile to his lips, remembering one of their first bonding experiences ever. He missed that.

Genki's eyes trailed off to the side, catching sight of a shadow moving on the beach. He blinked curiously, slowing his stride. Nobody was over here this late at night, usually…

He stopped all together when he saw a faint yellow light glowing from them, almost like an aura. This place was special to him, it was somewhere he must've been thousands of times before. So protectively, he approached with hesitance.

Genki stepped off the path, slowly walking down the hill of the beach.

The person turned around, and their eyes met.

This… was not the person from his vision.

Her hair was long and the color of bright pink bubblegum. Her eyes were the yellow light he saw, illuminating outside big black scleras. Her lips were painted with a dark red lipstick, just bright enough to be seen at this time of night.

He wondered what she'd been doing here all alone, before he showed up.

Genki froze in his tracks. Only now did it register in his mind that he was probably acting a bit creepy right now.

"Uh… hey."

Hey? Really? He thought dumbly to himself.

"…Hey." She responded, her voice soft but definitely more confident than his.

"Are you… Alright?" He asked.

"Yeah…?" She raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"Y-Yeah! Why do you ask?" Genki fumbled.

"Well, you're by yourself here at night. I'm assuming you're asking that 'cause I am too." She shrugged.

"Oh… Right."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything…"

"Not really… Came here to think?" She asked.

"Yeah, sorta. I jog here every night… By myself." Genki wasn't sure why he gave this information away so easily. If she was a murderer, he'd be making this a lot easier for her right now.

"Oh. Cool." She turned away, back towards the water. A moment of silence passed as she skipped the rock in her hand, fully aware Genki was watching awkwardly beside her.

"So… What's your name?" The question left his mouth before he could process it.

"Lilah." One word. No last name.

"Lilah…" Genki repeated, almost as if he needed to hear it on his own tongue. "I'm—"

"-I should probably get going." She cut him off, tossing her last remaining rock into the water. She gave one last look back at him, as if hesitating on saying something, before deciding against further interaction. With a small wave, she jogged off.

"Oh!

Uh… Bye.."

. . .