Still don't own MHA, the original plot, or its original characters! Hope you like the chapter!
As the police are cleaning up the now unconscious sludge villain, some heroes that were at the scene come up to me.
"That was awesome how you froze his arm like that! What's your quirk called?" one of them asks.
"Molecular Manipulation, I slowed the molecules in the sludge to its freezing point." I answer, happy that neither of them knew who I was.
"What's your name? I could swear you look like someone I know." another says.
"My hero name is going to be Tsuji."
"Do you have any pro hero family members?" the first one asks.
"*Sigh* You're probably talking about my older brother, Eraserhead." I say, annoyed again.
"That's it! That's who you remind me of!" he says as he hits his palm with his other fist.
'Seriously? Even complete strangers?! ' I think as I watch them talk among themselves before sneaking away.
On my way to the bus stop I see an occupied yellow sleeping bag on the side of the hill. Upon closer inspection I see it's a guy that looks like he's in his early 30s with wild black hair and a peaceful expression on his face. It's funny seeing someone using such a bright sleeping bag when his face looks so dark, mostly because of his black hair and his face looks like he hasn't slept in a week.
'This guy looks about Sho's age, wonder why he's sleeping on this hill...' I think as I stare at him a little longer, putting a hand over my mouth to not laugh at the sight.
"Do you need something?" the caterpillar man asks, opening his eyes and startling me.
'Even his eyes look tired, but the serious look just makes his choice of color even more funny...' I think before answering.
"Ah, no, it was just...odd...seeing such a bright yellow among the darker green so I came to investigate..." I reason, trying not to be rude and tell him it was funny.
"That so? Alright, well I'm gonna go back to sleep." he says, apparently without a care in the world.
"Um, do you have a home? If not, you can come at least get food at my house, or I can treat you to lunch if you want?"
"Thanks, but I'm not homeless, I just like napping out here." he answers without opening his eyes, and I swear he sounds bored with this conversation.
"Alright, well I hope you have a good day Mr..."
"Aizawa."
"..."
'Did I hear that right?! Is this really Sho?!' I think in confusion and shock.
"Aizawa...as in Aizawa Shota?" I ask gently.
He opens his eyes and sits up, apparently intrigued that I knew his name.
"Yes, but how'd you know my first name?"
"The internet is great for intelligence gathering." I say dismissively, trying to appear nonchalant.
He sits there looking at me with a calculating stare.
"It um...also helps that you're a well-known pro hero." I add when he doesn't say anything.
I go to walk away, but he stops me with a question.
"What's your name?"
"I will be known as Tsuji when I become a hero." I answer cryptically. He raises an eyebrow at how I dodged his question.
He looks at me a bit more before asking one more thing.
"Where did you hear my first name? I know my fan sites don't know it, so why do you?"
"I overheard some other pro heroes talking." I lie.
He doesn't say anything more, but it also doesn't look like he completely believes me either. Instead of pressing for more information, he simply lies back down.
'He really doesn't look or act at all like I thought he would. Maybe the stories are true, maybe he really didn't have to work that hard to get to where he is now...' I think, my annoyance and frustration from earlier coming back.
I lose myself to thoughts of training as I sit on the bus, now more determined than ever to become better than Sho and step out of his shadow. As thoughts of how to master my quirks and their uses take my mind by storm, I don't realize that I missed my bus stop, which was a little under an hour away from where I started, and one other crucial piece of information I would have noticed had I snapped out of my thoughts while on the bus.
By the time I do snap out of my thoughts it is dark outside and the bus is at its final stop for the night.
"Dang it! My parents are gonna kill me for being late to their surprise! Mom sounded so excited too..." I mumble after I thank the bus driver and start sprinting towards my house.
I decide to try copying my brother's style of moving around, hoping it would be easy enough to help me get home faster. As I'm jumping from roof to roof I get side tracked by the pretty sight of the city at night.
"Wow, this is incredible, I see why he likes being up here, and it doesn't hurt that the breeze feels awesome too...wait! I need to continue running!" I muse, then snap myself out of it.
It was 9:33 by the time I got home, to say my parents were unhappy would be a massive understatement.
"You're an hour and a half late Tukiko." Dad scolds, his face has disappointment written all over it.
"I'm sorry! I got lost in mental training on the bus then sprinted back here, but got distracted by the city lights..." I explain, my head down, mostly so I wouldn't see their disappointed faces anymore.
"Alright, I guess you'll just have to see your surprise in the morning." Mom says, still sounding somewhat excited, but there is a hint of disappointment in her tone.
"Alright, good night." I say, walking towards the stairs.
"Good night sweetheart." my parents chorus.
908 word between lines.