Alright fellas, we're here with chapter 2. My plan is to get out a few chapters in quick succession so people actually have something to read before I slow down a bit. Hope you enjoy.

Also, this is also posted on AO3 under the same name if you prefer it.

Foresight: The Knowing Hero

Chapter Two: Mirai Himori: Origin

I was a month shy of four years old when my quirk first appeared.

I don't remember it all that well. It was a long time ago. But my parents told me it had been a normal night at home, when just as we were about to sit down for dinner my eyes, normally a clear light blue, had turned bright white and I had flinched.

Moments later my mother's glass had fallen off the table, shattering loudly on the floor, glass shards everywhere.

The next day, my parents had taken me to a doctor, who specialised in children with emerging Quirks. Nobody was surprised when he informed us I'd developed a Foresight Quirk, or that it was stronger than my mothers.

"Well would you look at that, Mirai!" My father had cheered after the appointment, a huge grin on his face. He bent down to my height and ruffled my hair as he smiled at me and I grinned back at him. "You've got a bright future ahead of you, my girl." He laughed again as his bright blue eyes - my eyes - gleamed in amusement. "I bet your mother knew this would happen when she gave you that name. She's always been one step ahead of me."

Mirai. The future. I had no doubt looking back that my mother had used her quirk to help decide my name. Her secretive smile as she stood behind my father carried that conclusion. It had made me so excited that my mother had believed so strongly in my bright future.

My father didn't have a quirk - one of the few - however, it wasn't as rare for his generation as it was for mine. And while my mother's quirk was similar to mine, likely where I had inherited it, it was still different.

She never saw the future, however she got feelings off of people, and where the paths they were on lead. She'd occasionally point to someone while we would walk down the street and say to me, "you see that boy there? He's going to be very successful when he grows up. Just like you."

Occasionally though, my mother would look at a person and a sad expression would cross her face. Sometimes it would be a homeless person, hunched in an alleyway preparing for the cold winter months approaching. Sometimes it would be a random stranger walking down the street, phone in hand. I asked her about it as I grew older and she would just sigh and place her hand on the side of my cheek.

"Sometimes you can't save people darling. We've been given a gift, but we are not infinite."

I learned that for myself the hard way.

I had a nightmare when I was 8 of my father. He was dead on the side of the road, scraps of metal and debris surrounded him and the shrill wail of sirens was in the air. I woke up screaming, my head pounding, and my mother's arms around me.

When I told my parents what had happened the atmosphere in the house had been tense for a week. It was eventually broken by my mother declaring it as nothing but a child's nightmare.

"Children have nightmares, Kenshin. It's fine. I haven't felt anything so I'm sure it's nothing to be concerned about."

Two years later my father died in a car accident. It was sudden, out of the blue, my mother hadn't felt a thing. But I knew, we both did. I knew that it was what I saw two years ago.

It was this event that made me decide I was going to be a hero. I was going to save people, stop these tragedies from happening. Each time something happened, each time I'd dream of an accident, only to walk past it on my way home from school later that day, my determination increased. I couldn't save these people, but one day, I was going to learn how to, and I was going to be a hero.

So I trained.

I knew that my physical abilities would be my weak point. And if I was going to make it as a hero I would need to hold my own on the battlefield. I went running, I joined a dojo, I broke bones pushing my body through agility training, running through parks, utilising children's playgrounds as my training grounds.

I was quite small for my age and I knew that that wasn't going to change much as I grew. From the research I'd done into the matter, generally heroes with mental quirks and small statures focused more on using their opponent's strength against them - they were quick and agile. It was something I would need to learn.

My mother supported me through it all. I would come back to the house exhausted, sore, sometimes on the verge of giving up and Hikari Himori would just look at me and smile.

"Every day your future gets brighter, Mirai. You're going to be a fine hero, I know it."

And life would feel better.

Of course, after I returned from changing back into my uniform, I found that the only seat available for me was directly next to Shoto at the back of the classroom.

Figures.

Shoto watched me with a blank expression as I made my way to my desk, before his eyes flitted away to stare at nothing at the front of the classroom. In the desk on the other side of me was the girl who I've noticed a few times now. Uraraka, I believed her name was. She smiled up at my brightly as I settled into my desk and began pulling out a notepad.

"Hi! You're Himori Mirai, right? Wow, I love your hair it's so long! I wish mine would grow that long but it never works well. I'm Uraraka Ochaco! But call me Ochaco! I didn't see you using your Quirk during the tests but you still placed okay, is it a subtle Quirk?"

A genuine smile appeared on my lips as I stared at her. She's very energetic, I thought. My earlier assumption that she was something too precious for this world continued to grow. But I also saw her use her Quirk during the apprehension tests. I thought she'd be a strong hero one day.

"Yeah, you can call me Mirai," I replied easily. "Thank you, I keep it long because it comes in use sometimes, but trust me it's not easy." I grinned at her. "My Quirk is foresight, so it wasn't really any use this morning."

"Ehh?" Uraraka responded. I could tell she was surprised by my Quirk and I supposed it made sense. Not many people had Quirks like mine, and the use of them in terms of heroics was a strange combination of extremely useful and useless.

Before I could respond the boy in front of her, Iida, I believed his name was, spoke. "Uraraka, Himori! While it is honourable to make friends with your fellow classmates, class has begun and your conversation should wait until the appropriate time and location!"

Ochaco and I watched his hand movements, perplexed, and Ochaco blushed as she apologised for being rude. I felt a small pink tinge form on my cheeks but I simply smiled and turned back to the front, I suppose it was time for me to pay attention.

When lunch finally arrived, I found myself being waved down from a table holding Kaminari and two other students I recognised from my class. Kirishima and Sero were their names, I was pretty sure. I placed my tray down and sat as Kaminari immediately started speaking.

"Himori, can you believe this morning? Wow that was stressful, first day of U.A. and I thought I was gone! I can't believe you beat me though, no fair! Although I suppose you knew all along no one was going to be expelled right?"

I smiled. "You could say that," I replied simply as I dug into my noodles.

I actually hadn't known that nobody would be expelled, but I didn't want to admit the weaknesses of my Quirk half way into my first day here. I was sure I'd eventually become friends with my classmates, but there was that small part of my brain telling me to hold back. Whether it was shyness or wanting to have the advantage over my peers, I wasn't sure.

All the physical exertion this morning meant I was ravenous and I found I wasn't the only one, watching Kirishima tear into his pork. "Call me Mirai, guys." I mentioned and watched as the two other boys looked up and gave me wide grins. Wow, this class is filled with a lot of happy people.

"You were so fast with the long distance run today! Coming in fourth without using your quirk! So cool! So manly!" The red-head - Kirishima - enthused and I laughed.

"I had to do a lot of training to get where I am so it wasn't without effort."

"Ahh I know right! Wow I'm so glad my parents convinced me to play all those sports through school. It really came in handy today!" I turned at the new voice to be met with pink and a bright smile. More happy classmates. I think her name was Ashido and I remembered her doing well this morning. She plopped down easily into the seat beside me before digging in to her food. "So, what else do you think we'll be doing this week? Do you think we'll get to see our hero costumes?"

The rest of the day seemed to pass very quickly as we covered more of the boring aspects of our first day at a new school.

I sighed as I made my way out of the building that afternoon and across the courtyard to U.A.'s gates. Checking my phone as I walked I noticed a reminder pop up before I opened it and blanched.

Shit.

In all the craziness of today, I totally forgot what day it was.

'Afternoon with Shoto' was blinking at me from my phone and I pursed my lips as I stared at it for a moment. We had organised that once a week we would go to the park and spend time together. I was surprised I had managed to completely forget that that was today.

I glanced up from my phone and surveyed my surroundings. We weren't scheduled to meet for another half hour, since we had assumed that we would both have to travel from separate high schools. But since we now attended the same one - in fact we were desk buddies - it perhaps would be easier if we just met here.

Sure enough I found Shoto leaning against the wall at the entrance gate, staring blankly off in to the distance. I approached him slowly and hearing my footsteps his gaze slid to me.

"Hey," I smiled at him and he responded with a nod as he shrugged off the wall and stepped forward towards me. He brushed past me and, growing used to his silent communication, I took this as a sign for me to fall into step beside him. My hands clutching my bag as I watched our feet move across the concrete.

The park we usually met at was a 10 minute walk from here so it wouldn't take long to get there. The station that people used to get to UA was just around the corner, which is why we had agreed to this park, since it was in such close proximity to easy transport. I vaguely wondered if this was now increasing how long we spent with each other in the afternoon, or if Shoto would use the opportunity to leave early. I'd just have to wait and find out.

Eventually, I broke the silence. "So, bet you didn't see us being classmates coming when you woke up this morning, hey?"

"I bet you did."

I felt a blush bloom on my cheeks as I focused on my feet rather than looking at him. It probably did seem ridiculous that I had been surprised this morning, and I understood his assumption that I had known the whole time. "Actually, no I didn't," was all I said in return, my voice quiet.

I could feel his eyes on the side of my face, watching me and obviously not believing what I was saying. I sighed.

"I blocked off visions of you a couple months ago," I mumbled and the blush on my cheeks returned full force.

It wasn't something I could do very easily, but it came in handy, the ability to put up a mental wall against particular visions. After a particularly frustrating meeting and Shoto pissing me off, I had decided that I didn't want to be able to scan through our future. It was so open with so many options that I found it really frustrating, before deciding to just cut it off. Let whatever happen, happen.

Of course that had landed us in the current predicament of unexpected classmates. But oh well, I figured I could have much worse surprises.

Shoto's eyebrows raised after my response and I thought he almost looked amused for a second. "Huh," was all he responded though before turning his gaze forward again.

"You're one to talk though, you seriously didn't consider that I might have applied for U.A.? I told you I wanted to be a hero. But then again I'm guessing you weren't listening."

I'd told Shoto a lot of things actually, now that I thought about it. During most of our meetings he was silent and I'd occasionally fill that silence with random thoughts, observations and comments. He generally ignored it.

"You've wanted to be a hero since you were ten, and your favourite colour is purple. I heard, I just don't care."

Ouch.

It probably shouldn't have surprised me that he did pay attention to what I said. Shoto probably had a file in his head compiled of facts about me. Facts that I generally just blurted out when I wanted to. I was secretly thankful that I hadn't gotten around to telling him why I made the decision to become a hero, along with other things I had kept secret. I wasn't ready for those things to be out in the open with him.

"Rude," was all I said in response though, huffing at his indifference. Same Shoto, different day. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face though before he also huffed in turn. We had arrived at the park and he made his way over to his usual tree trunk and sat down against it. It took all of ten seconds for his eyes to close. He was lazily slumped against the tree, one arm resting on his raised knee another on top of his bag. I knew our conversation was finished.

This was how most meetings were spent. Shoto would sit down against the tree and close his eyes, tuning out of the world. Or at least, I thought he tuned out, apparently he listened to the things I had said to him in past. I generally didn't know if he napped, or meditated, or just became consumed in his own thoughts.

I tended to change what I did week by week. Sometimes I would bring a book, sometimes I would sketch, or more often than not, if I had to study I would. Occasionally I would work out, since our meetings usually meant I wouldn't have another opportunity to that day.

Today I was worn out from the long day and decided the idea of a nap was superb. I lay down on the grass near his legs and placed my bag under my head, staring up at the canopy above me as I watched the light filter through. These kind of views were my favourite. Just the outline of the tree, shielding my face from the bright sunlight. Simple, natural, beautiful.

"How long until the class finds out you think?" I commented as I started up at the sky, thoughts slowly swirling through my head as I considered it. Only silence greeted me while I waited for an answer. Eventually, I decided that he probably wasn't going to respond before sighing and closing my eyes. Before I could decide if I should set an alarm before I took this nap though, he spoke.

"If it were up to me, never. However, from what I know of you that doesn't seem likely."

I snorted, an amused smile coming to my face as I thought of that. Yeah, he was probably right. I didn't have the best impulse control, and it was such a good opportunity to gauge my classmates based on their reaction. "You're probably right," was all I said in response though, falling into silence as my arm came up to shield my eyes.

And that was how we spent the next two hours.

This chapter felt a bit better than the first one which I'm glad, but it's difficult to get in the rhythm of writing new stories. Anyway, please feel free to leave a review!

Next up: Battle Simulation!