AN: Had to update this a bit, the file I sent in didnt seem to read that well. So I fixed it. Should be better by now.
I. Seeds of the Future
1839 Hours…
"Never fear for I am here!" holding at least a dozen people in his arms with a smile as bright as hope can be, the hero All Might dazzled and inspired numerous people from all walks of life. His deeds, immeasurable now and everlasting left quite an impression on the world after his first debut. Bringing in the infamous hope and justice that came with each battle and fight he had won. His Glory days still shining after years of service. He was a beacon of hope that kindled the hearts of both the heroes that operate now and a deterrent to evildoers who step out of line.
All Might… the hero she looked up upon as she held one of his figures in her hand. Scratched and barely the same as it was when it was new, but she took care of it and maintained its appearance. There were newer versions of the toy she had right now and she knew some kids that she saw and met had them, but since circumstances were different for her upbringing, she was relegated to what she had. She was content about it true, but she wouldn't mind something new.
The only problem was… if they would let her.
After the video of All Might was over, she stood up from her seat and walked with her cautious and weak legs towards the laptop atop the desk near the bed that she shared with her mother. As quick as she can muster, she climbed on the desk chair and used the attached mouse to find another video to watch. It was her sixth video for the night, and she wanted to watch at least another one before her mother would arrive.
With the All Might figure in hand, she began to try and type simple words on the search engine. After waiting for a few seconds to load, she scrolled down on the site to watch any video that she found to be interesting and related about him. After picking a distinct one that she figured she hadn't watched yet, she placed the figure on the desk and went to the underside of the bed. Grabbing a box and dusting it off with a small cough. She opened the lid and in it was four notebooks as well as a few All Might merchandise. Taking one of the notebooks from her stash, she closed the box and hid it again under. Deeper like usual as to not draw any attention or for anyone to see it. She took the notebook and grabbed a pen from the desk and placed it in front of the laptop, ready to scribble some notes whilst watching the video, which was revealed to be titled: "All Might's Quirk Debunked". Before she could start the video she placed the figure on the desk and made it stand up. Unlike other girls like her in her grade, she had action figures dedicated to her hero instead of dolls and teddy bears. She always liked the distinct smile her hero had and seeing it on both the videos she watched and the figure she had, it brought a renowned sense of belonging and hope to her heart.
She traced the smile on the figure's head and tried to imitate it. Putting both her fingers on both sides of her lips and tried to emulate the smile. After holding it for a few seconds she giggled about it. Thinking that her smile won't be as great but maybe someday she could. Someday, when she gets to be a hero alongside her idol. She took the figure in her hands yet again and embraced it close to her heart. She began to daydream of a day she could fulfill that dream of hers.
If only.
Knocking was heard on the door to the bedroom. She dropped the figure on the floor as her heart sank. She panicked and quickly tried to hide all the evidence of what she was doing. Unfortunately, when she grew up her mother had her go to the doctors and after a very long process of checking her up, they found a condition that rendered her limbs and movements to be weaker than the average person. Doing her best in the fastest way possible she closed her notebook in panic and began to close all the tabs on the laptop that were related to what she was watching.
"Izumi? Why is the door locked? Didn't we agree that no doors are to be locked in this house?" she heard her mother say outside the door of the room. Her heart had now beat itself so much that it was like she ran a marathon. Sweat began to show on her forehead as fear took her.
On the other side of the locked door, Inko Midoriya was starting to sense that something fishy was going on inside. She sighed, she was not in the mood for these kind of things right now. She held out her hand and one of the keys from the foyer instantly flew straight to her hand. She inserted the key into the bedroom door and before she could open it she tried to approach this differently.
"Izumi… I'm coming in. We need to talk about something. It's important."
She turned the key and opened the door gently as not to scare her. Opening the door and letting the light from the hallway to enter.
"Izumi… what are you doing de-"
Inko's eyes darted into the room and saw that Izumi was scrambling to hide her notebook and what seemed to be an action figure in her hand. She was on the floor, and the chair was flipped over, she assumed that she fell over. Worry came to her senses as she walked to her. Izumi however inched away as she held the figure and notebook close to her. She wanted to sneak away and disappear then and there.
"Izumi, are you hurt? Why did you fall down?" she said while sighing as she knelt down and tried to help her up. Izumi looked away from her. She clenched the All Might figure tight in her grasp away from her view.
"N-No mom… i-it was an accident. I-I just fell after leaning on the chair too much."
"I told you to be careful next time. You know I hate it when you get hurt." Inko said to her with a small and worried smile.
"I-I know mom."
"What were you doing here by the way? And why was the door locked?" she said as she looked around. Seeing nothing of note except for what Izumi was hiding and the turned on laptop on the desk. She narrowed her eyes as she saw that three tabs were on the browser.
Standing up, Inko walked closer to the laptop. Izumi panicked and dropped the items she had close to her. Grabbing her mother's dress, she tried to stop her.
"M-Mom don't I was just w-watching some videos… y-you don't need to-"
Inko pressed on one of the tabs. A video was still buffering but it played.
"I AM HERE! Never fear citizens! The Symbol of Justice has arrived!"
Izumi then saw her mother stare at the video. She wasn't moving. Izumi's anxiousness doubled up as the mood of the room changed. There was no smile on Inko's face.
"M-Mom… I was just watching a random video. I just saw it in the front page and-"
"What were those things you were trying to hide from me?" Inko suddenly said, her tone affirmative and assertive. It seemed like the warmth of her prior demeanor disappeared in an instant.
"T-They're… they're…" the little girl was scared when Inko paused the video and laid her eyes straight into her own. Almost as if she was one of those villains that she watched All Might fighting.
"I'll ask again. What were you hiding from me?"
Izumi didn't know how to respond. Before she knew it, the items she were hiding that were on the ground flew into Inko's hands. The expression on her face changed again slightly. One of them, was disappointment and concern.
"M-Mom… I can explain. Just please don't do anything to them."
"Where did you get this?" Inko asked as she gestured towards the All Might figure in her hands.
She was mumbling her own words, trying to think of an excuse. No valid sentence was thought of. Her mother wouldn't believe her otherwise.
"A-Aunt Nemuri… helped me buy it a few weeks ago." A shrewd and weak voice came out of her.
"Nemuri bought you this?" the chair that fell to the ground flew up in the sitting position yet again like prior, after doing so she sat on it with a heavy sigh. Her hands tightening on the figure in frustration.
"N-No... it was my money. I-I earned enough of it f-for me to buy. Aunt Nemuri just helped me get to the store."
"And to think I told her to stop pushing you with these things. Stupid." Muttering to herself with a very sharp and snapping voice to it. Turning to her once again, she had an apprehensive look on her face. The figure in her hand was vibrating and shaking on itself.
"Mom? W-What're you doing?"
"Izumi. I want you to be honest with me. Why are you pursuing this obsession with heroes?"
"M-Mom I was just…"
"Don't lie to me. Things have been getting worse with this little obsession of yours. If I didn't come between it sooner, you'll just be the same as everyone else. I thought I taught you better than that." Venom laced in her words.
"B-But mom… I-I want to help people."
"That's a delusion and you know it! Ask yourself, what is the purpose of being a hero? It's stupid. All of it. Villains, Heroes, they're all the same. Two groups fighting each other to no avail and what? What comes after? The same damn thing all the same damn time. I… I wanted you to be better than this."
Then the figure exploded into a million pieces inside her palm, some of the pieces scattered around the room. It broke apart right in front of her and as she watched it all happen, her heart broke. Tears began to water her eyes.
Inko let the pieces fall from her hands and into the floor. The head of the figure rolled down exactly into Izumi's feet. Tears landed on it as she looked at it like a lifeline. Like something important died.
"Listen to me… this is the last time we'll talk about this. I don't care what Nemuri is saying to you, nor of the videos you watch. This is not what you want. This is not what I want for you. I want you to be safe. I want you to be away from all of this! I don't want you to be out there. So give up this delusion and stop trying. You don't have to try! You can just be normal… not like me. Not like that damn All Might…"
Izumi never looked up at her through the whole course of her sentence.
"Now stop all of this nonsense and throw it all away. All of it. I don't want a single thing about heroes nor any of that bullshit in here you understand?!"
The anger in her voice was apparent. She was frustrated beyond control with her. Izumi hadn't yet responded. Tears still trickled down on her face and into the floor, some of it still dripping on the All Might figure's head. She was sobbing silently, not wanting her mother to see her face.
Inko then began to be level-headed again. She hated this. She hated talking to her like this, but she couldn't let her to think this way. The soft-headed worldview on heroes and villains. The idiocy of it all and for her daughter to idolize All Might of all people made it worse. She hated it, but at the same time hated seeing her daughter cry like this.
"Izumi… stop it. Stop crying. We don't need to fight about this. I only want what's best for you and I know it may not be something that you want or like, but it's for you. All I'm doing is for you. Even if its harsh. I want you to be free. To be something beyond this. Y-You understand me right?"
Izumi continued to sob. Inko knelt and tried to make her daughter to face her. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and tried to wipe her tears, only for it be swatted away by Izumi as she fell to the floor with her weak legs. She hastily grabbed the All Might figure's head and held it close to her chest. She crawled away from her, with her back against her. Not wanting to see her nor even acknowledge her.
"Izumi…" Inko said as she looked at her.
"I-I… I hate you." She muttered softly.
Silence enveloped the room. Inko was ready for those words to come from her mouth, yet it still stung like a bullet straight to her heart. She grew to care for the girl as best as she can through the years, even with her doubts and inhibitions about her situation. Now, seeing her say those words brought an unintentional weight of emotion from both sides.
"Izumi… this is foolish. Come on, let's forget this happened and come have dinner with me." Saying those words with a bit of softness in it as best as she can was the only thing in her mind to solve this. However, seeing the girl still looking away from her with no intention of forgiving her made her solution useless. She even reached out her hand only for it to be left in the air.
They stayed like that until a particular voice was heard outside the room.
"Sorry if I was late guys, I had to deal in some extra time at work so I had to finish it before-" Nemuri was cut off when she came to the door and saw what happened. Inko looked at her with a look of disdain and Izumi was on the floor crying beside the bed.
"Oh Jesus…" she said as she rushed to Izumi's side. The little girl hurriedly leapt into her arms and continued to cry. Soaking the clothes Nemuri had just turned into. She didn't mind, as she began to caress the girl, trying to comfort her. She was no mother but Izumi was so close to her that she grew to care for her like she was her own. She then looked around the room and saw the remains of a figure she recognized as well as Inko's laptop that seemed to have an All Might video paused. A thought began to materialize in her head, realizing what just occurred.
"This is your fault." Inko said with frustration in her voice. She stood up and looked at Nemuri.
"My fault?! Are you insane? I just came here, seeing your daughter crying and of all the things you had to say, it'd had to be my fault?" she spat back.
"You're feeding her delusions Nemuri. I thought I told you to stop making her see all of this. To stop her in dreaming all of this. To hope that she can be like them. Especially him. You know damn why we shouldn't! and here I just caught her having that figure in hand and watching all of this crap."
"Inko, she's just a child. She doesn't need this, if she wants to think and dream that way, we should let her! This isn't what you should be doing to her, much less making her cry like this. I'm no mother, and even I know this has gone too far."
"I don't care… you know well enough why. I want you to stop this bullshit with her and make her abandon all of this." As she said this, she took one of the notebooks that Izumi had and to her expectation, she saw it as a sort of hero-analysis notebook. She shoved it towards Nemuri and made her see every note Izumi had written.
"You see this? If we let her go down this path… it won't help her."
"But this will? Inko stop and think for a moment! Even if we stopped her, what then? She will always come back to it. This is her dream; we can't stop her to abandon this dream. She's only four years old for crying out loud."
"I know where this goes Nemuri, and I intend to stop it now." As she said this, she took her lighter and was about to burn the notebook until Izumi burst from Nemuri's arms and grabbed the notebook with all her strength and after yanking it out of Inko's hands she ran to the wardrobe and shut it with as much force as she could muster. Nemuri stood up and walked to the wardrobe.
"Izumi give it back! You don't need this stupidity." Inko shouted.
"Get away! I-I don't want to see you." The little girl said in between sobs.
"Izumi if you don't get out of there this instant-"
"Stop already. I'll handle this, just get out of the room. She won't listen to you if you're like this." Nemuri interjected as she stood in front of her. Inko acknowledged that she had a point. She looked both on her friend's eyes and the wardrobe and frustratingly began to walk away towards the door.
"She better not be like this next time. It's for her own good. I hope you of all people see it that way." She left the room afterwards, leaving Nemuri to her own thoughts on the matter and Izumi still not getting out of her hiding spot.
Mustering enough strength into her resolve, she slowly walked towards the wardrobe and opened it with care not to frighten her. What she saw broke her resolve almost entirely. The small girl was huddled into the corner, not caring whether she had disrupted and wetted the clothes inside of it. She was clutching on both objects dearly into her arms as if they were the most important things in the world to her. Her dyed hair that was once red, which had green highlights was messy and the color of the dye was fading out. Her red irises that always filled her with smiles was replaced with sadness and tears.
"Shhh… you can stop crying now. I'm here."
Trying to embrace the girl in her arms, Izumi clung to her in comfort and sobbed again into her shoulder. Nemuri lifted her up and settled them on the bed. She gingerly took the notebook from her hands, even though she held on it as tightly as she can.
"Don't worry… I'm just going to place them on the bed. I won't take it, you can trust me." she whispered into the girl's ear. Gradually she let go, albeit reluctantly. She placed the notebook on the desk and let her keep the All Might figure's head in her palm.
"Aunt Nem-uri… w-why does mom hate me?"
"S-She doesn't hate you sweetie."
"T-Then why did she do this? W-Why does she leave me every time and only come to see me every now and then? W-why does she…. Why does she hate me trying to be…"
The hero known as Midnight felt the little girl hug her closely this time.
"Why does she hate my dream to be a hero?"
Even though she wanted to tell the truth to the young girl, she knew she wasn't ready for it. She didn't had an answer. She only embraced her as tight as she can to comfort her.
When she calmed down a bit, Nemuri closed the door to the room. Hoping Inko didn't mind that she did and walked again and sat next to her on the bed. Holding the All Might figure's head in her fingers. Guilt came to her as she remembered that smile she had when she bought that toy for her. She sighed.
"Izumi… look, I know you hate your mother, and you probably hate me as well. But know that what she said was true, she loves you that's why she's doing this. She doesn't want you to get hurt sweetie. We only want what's best for you, and sometimes the best isn't the most kindest nor greatest thing."
Nemuri phrased it as best as she can so she would understand it.
Izumi didn't look her way and instead looked at the laptop, whose screen was paused on the video where All Might smiled brightly after saving people from a fire. She looked at the smile with vigor and inspiration in her eyes. Even though the world wanted her to give up her dream, Nemuri saw that glint in her eyes.
"Izumi?" she asked when the little girl pointed weakly at the image of All Might
"D-Do you see that Aunt Nemuri? T-There's always a smile on his face, no matter how bad things get. E-Even when things seem impossible, he never gives up. I-I just wanted to be a hero like him. Like you…" tears streamed into her cheeks and Nemuri began to tear up as well.
"M-Mom t-took me to a doctor, and he said I was… t-that I was Quirkless." She continued.
A tear rushed down Nemuri's cheek as she embraced the little girl.
"I just wanted to be like him. Like All Might."
"I'm sorry Izumi, if only things were different." Nemuri muttered softly, tears in her wake.
"D-Do you think I could be a hero someday?"
Nemuri didn't respond. Nor did she ever did after that day. Knowing the truth and keeping it away from her had hurt so much. If she only knew the reason why…
Izumi on that night however, had lost almost all her courage and hope.
Yet her dream of being a hero remained.
10 years later…
She had a grin plastered on her face after just seeing a battle between heroes and villains that took place. Her journal had once again been filled with notes from her happy and uplifting experience watching the events that transpired. Watching Kamui Woods, a new but widely praised hero do his work was a blast to see. Even the sudden intervention and debut of the hero Mt. Lady made her no less happy. Although she did feel that the way she flashed her body was unnecessary but she took no mind of it. She had all the notes she had for the two of them and it proceeded to bulk up her journals to another degree. Walking away from the scene with a small zip to her step, she began to walk her way to school on her usual path. She re-adjusted her glasses and fixed some of her wild flowing short hair while walking the busy streets. It was still a little early for her classes to start so she was in no real hurry
She put her notebooks back into bag and felt her phone vibrate.
Turning it up, she saw that a message was on. Unlocking her phone she found that it came from her Aunt. She smiled at it and began to see what she sent her.
AuntNemu: Good Morning my sweet! Sorry if your beloved auntie left early for work. Things are cooking up for a class that I was teaching, so they called the teachers early this time around.
FireFlower: It's okay Aunt Nemuri! Honest :) we can just share those cookies I made for you later.
AuntNemu: Oh really? I forgot about that. Dang. :( :( :(
FireFlower: As busy as you are, I can understand.
AuntNemi: I'll make up for it later! Maybe we can have a nice dinner tonight. My treat!
Izumi smiled at that offer.
FireFlower: That sounds great. I can't wait for tonight then!
AuntNemu: You better… oh and Izumi dear, I hate to ruin the mood but you should know that your mother is coming home by the weekend. I know its sudden, but she told me that she got an early break for her work this time and is happy to see you.
Izumi stopped walking. Almost all sense of happiness drained from her body. She never truly hated her mother. She knew in some way she did care, but that didn't mean she liked her. Far from that. The only proper mother figure in her life was her aunt, and after all this time even with the 'ways' of how her mother showed appreciation for her, she only felt a cold shoulder.
Her phone vibrated again.
AuntNemu: Izumi? Are you still there?
She wondered what to message back to her. It took her three tries but she was able to send back a message.
FireFlower: That sounds wonderful. I hope she comes home safely.
AuntNemu: Izumi? Are you sure you're okay?
FireFlower: I'll be fine, let's just talk about this on dinner tonight.
AuntNemu: Alright, see you then. I love you *smooch
FireFlower: Love you too Aunt Nemuri ;)
She pocketed her phone and started to walk again. People and cars passed by her. Some with various faces and looks that she felt was either a part or extension of their quirks.
If only she had one.
The only thing she had was a quirkless diagnosis, and a condition with her brain that seemed to make her whole body weaker. Which is why she took pills from time to time. Getting off her medication did result in rather violent headaches. Luckily her mother and her aunt were able to save her during those times.
Putting those depressing thoughts aside she maintained a daily routine for her that tested the limits of her weak body. She was able to walk normally, move normally, and be physical enough to be average, but when exhaustion arrives it hits her hard. Luckily she trained her body to at least prevent it from happening frequently. Her condition also attacked her eyesight somewhat, forcing her to use glasses to focus. She did not mind her disabilities, she just wished that she had what almost everyone had.
Which was a quirk.
After walking for a few minutes she paused from her stroll when she saw a familiar looking bookstore that she favors going into. She stared at her watch and noticed that she still had time to make a stop here. Happily smiling all the way she entered the shop and was greeted by the staff who worked there. Being a frequent patron, she was well-liked by the store's workers.
"Well if it isn't Greenie herself. Aren't you supposed to be in school young lady?" the manager of the store said as she greeted her.
"I still got time for a stop Sakura-san. I just wanted to take a few sneak pics at the new releases. Maybe I'll buy some if I have the time!" Izumi cheerfully said. It made the middle-aged lady feel a little bit better when the girl flashed her smile. She nodded at her.
"Well you go on… wouldn't want to disturb your book-hunting routine right?"
Izumi smiled again and began to wade into the new releases. Books from every form and kind overflowed this place. It was smaller than the other more well-known bookstores around this area but she preferred this place for one small thing in mind. It was books about quirks, manga, and comics from every kind and place. It was a bonus too to see All Might-centered material and when she had the money in hand, she bought as much things in this store than her what her original budget could handle.
She didn't care about it too.
She loved reading, especially on topics she genuinely had interest in and loved. She felt engrossed in all material she swam into. Every fandom, every merchandise, and every detail to love with her chosen books. Not even her mother's wrath could keep her. Well, not now since she and her aunt had an agreement to allow her to buy such things. Not wanting another repeat of a past incident.
She scanned the shelves and found almost everything in place was either something she was familiar with or something she had just read in the internet.
Nothing seemed to pique her interest in the slightest.
"Excuse me? Can I ask you something?" she heard a voice say. Turning towards the source of it, she saw a male student with a different uniform (likely from a different, private school) holding a book in hand. He was a bit taller than her by a half centimeter and was quite striking in appearance. Being that he seemed to have a very cold and frowning exterior, she also saw that he had an average boyish face as well as a distinct burn mark on the side of his other eye. His hair seemed to have two colors as well. The other side had white and the other was red.
Even asking the question politely, he had a neutral face on.
"Pardon?" she said.
"Can I ask a question?"
"O-Okay?"
"Are these books… appropriate for an adult woman?" he said as he presented three books in his hands. Most of them ranged from sweaty romance novels, some mature content (that she knew her aunt really loves), and a guide for… pregnancy and babies. She blushed both in embarrassment for him and the books he chose. She also had a questioning face atop it all.
"Uh…"
"So… are they?"
"I'm sorry… why were you asking me? You could have just asked someone in charge of the store. Not that it's a problem asking me of course… it's just that, uh you know."
The boy looked at her with a questioning look as well and began to see the choices he had taken. He then looked back at her and tried to weigh in what the girl had just said.
"Well, I assumed from hearing that manager over there that you seemed to be a frequent buyer here. With that, I thought you'd give me better advice in trying to pick books for my sister."
"Oh…"
"Unless you don't want me to interlude in your business that is."
Izumi waved her hands to stop him from thinking that way.
"No, no. it's not a problem at all. I'm just surprised you asked me of all people. I'm not much of a social person you see. But if you indeed need help I can happily oblige." Saying this with a small flash of a smile she reckoned would knock her out of his deadpan expression.
He seemed to grumble in response, so she assumed it failed. She giggled nervously after. He paid no heed of it and offered the books again.
"Then can you say that these are appropriate books that she would like?"
She then took the books to examine them. It still made her blush as to what content these had. Doing so allowed her to recall one of the books her aunt had in her room. Her aunt had tried to stop her from reading one such book, but it was too late and she was able to read (albeit she couldn't understand it back then) some parts of it. These were no different.
"Can I ask you a quick question before I say anything?"
"Mmph… what is it then?" he asked with an almost annoyed tone. A drop of sweat began to trickle on the side of her head. Clearing her throat, she continued.
"How old is your sister?"
"I thought I made it clear earlier that she was an adult woman?"
"No what I meant was how old she is. It'll help me at least assess whether she likes this stuff."
"Twenty-two."
Well that clears things up a bit.
"Well I think she is qualified to read this sort of stuff, but I don't think it's something she'll enjoy you see…" she said with while scratching the back of her head.
"What gives you that idea?"
Didn't he read the titles or at least the synopsis in the back? These are some pretty adult books.
"You're not a book reader aren't you?" she asked.
"I am, just not these types of books. My sister loves this so I wanted to buy her some."
"Alright, I'll be honest with you then." She gives the books back to him and began re-adjusted her glasses with a smile again. The boy wondered what on Earth she was doing.
"These are things even a twenty-two-year-old woman wouldn't read that much. Thankfully since you asked me, I can help you with some books that I know your sister will enjoy. Regardless of what kind it is! I'm sure she'll love it." Having a very good knowledge in books in general and also seeing the kind of material her mother and aunt read, she had a general idea on what to pick.
The boy then tilted his head in response.
That's it? Is this guy really that emotionless that he can't even muster any other emotion besides a small scowl?
"Fine." As he said this, Izumi happily laughed a little and gestured him to follow her. The boy followed her.
"What about these things?"
"Put them back and return to me while I find some of those books I told you about."
"Alright."
"Don't worry the choices I have won't disappoint! I assure you."
"Okay I guess." He deadpanned as he walked away to return the books he took earlier. Izumi then began to search some choices in the general fiction area she went to. Agreeing to help the clueless boy made her determined a bit. She did in fact like helping people, even when it was something she was sure she would have difficulty in, she dared not turn away any person that wanted her help. Even with this emotionless boy, she would help him.
After finding some choices that ended with awkward laughs from her and a few more deadpan looks from the boy, they managed to quickly cash in some of the choices she recommended. The manager of the store then reminded Izumi about the time, and after a few more laughs and smiles from her small visit of the store, it was time to leave for school. The boy and her walked outside side by side and he proceeded to bow in front of her.
"Thank you for helping me. It was a pleasure knowing you."
"Y-You didn't really have to do that. It was a nice change of pace to help someone my age for once. I should thank you as well for an enjoyable experience."
"Likewise."
Izumi giggled at his response.
"Something funny?"
"Nah, don't mind me. See ya around!" she said with a wave and took off to her school. She smiled one last time towards him and she was gone. Leaving the boy in the middle of the sidewalk by the bookstore. He looked at the plastic bag he had that contained the books he bought.
He then walked the other direction.
"She seemed nice." He muttered to himself.
Being the first one in the room had its perks. It was quiet. No other classmates could ruin her note-taking and being alone was really enjoyable to her standards. Scrolling through her phone for more info about Mt. Lady the debut heroine she had just saw about an hour ago, she began to write away to her enjoyment. Until a certain blonde boy had taken her pen.
Looking up she saw someone really familiar enter her vision. The blonde boy himself, Katsuki Bakugou was looming over him with distaste and annoyance. She gulped in fear as to what would happen next. She was new to this school this year, being that her mother always transferred her to multiple schools every now and then when 'incidents' happen. Being quirkless and all, and with the added benefit of having a medical condition that made her body weaker. Ridicule and teasing was all around her. Every single school was like that, not even developing a sense of friendship with any kid made it worse. Even though she maintained a very friendly demeanor and that small hopeful smile on her face, no one seemed to care for her. Which lead to situations like this, being sent into another school and situations where her mother would lash out to the students' parents that had teased her or bullied her. It did not end well for both parties.
Now, it seemed like the same could be said here. With the unofficial prodigy student of this school. She was puzzled as to why after the last few months that she started in this school, why would he take notice of her now? She grew nervous.
"What're you doing mophead?" Katsuki said to her. Staring at him seemed to aggravate the guy more. She shook her head and smiled at him.
"I was just doing some notes before school starts."
"What kind of notes? This here doesn't read any of our subjects at all." He said as he gestured towards the title she had written on the notebook. Hero Analysis Book No.13.
"W-Well I'm sort of a sucker when it comes to heroes so I uh, write about them. About their quirks and whatnot." She said with a shrug.
"Hmph. You're new here right?" Katsuki asked.
"Y-yeah… a transferee. Why'd you ask?"
"Well, out of all the classmates we have here… mophead, I seemed to notice ever since you joined us that you haven't once shown us your quirk. Why is that?"
Izumi's smile faded.
"I uh… my quirk isn't really something worth mentioning you know… it isn't as strong as yours." She said in an attempt to try and flatter him. Taking notes and watching by the sidelines allowed her to see and analyze all the quirks her classmates had. Some base in interpretation, and some a bit detailed.
"Well at least someone acknowledges how strong I am. Thanks." He said with a grin.
"Y-You're welcome…" she said as she tried to take the pen he took from her.
"I wasn't finished yet. I'm came here to ask your quirk and I'm not leaving til' you show it."
Izumi tried to hold her smile but it was barely holding right now. The pressure edged into her head as anxiety took over. She didn't want another repeat 'incident'. Hate towards the people that did bully her or tease her was non-existent. She could never blame them, it was true. In actuality, she was far more concerned on what her mother would do to the school and to her classmates. This lead her to be feared more and people would get out of her way in fear. It was only since recently that when her mother had taken jobs abroad and would go home sporadically where she was allowed a bit of freedom for herself.
"Uh… you know it says in the law that illegal usage of quirks is banne-"
Katsuki slammed her desk and after holding her pen, she saw it break in half.
"Are you hiding something from me mophead? Are you looking down on me? You think your quirk is so special that you need to hide it from me? Huh?"
"No… why would I do that? Like I said my quirk… my quirk isn't something special."
"Then why are you hiding it? Maybe you think your quirk is so much goddamn better than mine that you think mine is worst? Is that it?"
"No… why would you think that way? I already told you-"
"THEN SHOW ME! Prove to me that what I'm saying isn't true."
"I uh…"
Katsuki could see that the girl was frightened. Even the girls in his class teased her a lot for being weird, lonely, and being weak. When she joined the class their homeroom teacher told them about her condition, that her head was not right and it weakened her body significantly. Resulting in lower grades for physical education, but higher and almost on par with his in terms of academics. He couldn't help it that this girl seemed to have secrets from him. Not that he cared, but since he wanted to strive for the top he needed to do everything to do so.
He never got the chance to talk to the girl until now. So asking her while classes haven't started was to his benefit. No other useless classmate had entered their class yet, so he was lucky to have her all to himself.
"Let me ask you this nerd… what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Izumi was surprised by the sudden shift in tone. but she treaded carefully. The question however seemed to unintentionally resurface some very undesirable memories from her. The most prominent ones were the constant argument she had with her mother regarding her dream. Naturally, she would lie to Katsuki right here and now to avoid a scene. Yet she didn't want any other person to mistake her for having that dream. So she had to answer with as much truth as she could muster.
"I want to be a hero." She said simply with determination.
It took a minute before he could respond. His face said it all.
Before Izumi could try and explain to him, he laughed loudly. Making her tilt her head in question.
"Y-You? A hero? Don't make me laugh… Ha! You wouldn't even work as a sidekick with how weak you are. Come on, mystery quirk or not you're not cut out to be a hero mophead."
A feeling of pain came to her gut as she tried to look away.
"Holy crap… I haven't laughed like that in a while. You're pretty funny."
"I-It isn't funny."
"Come again? Did you just say something to me?" he said with a small hint of threatening in his voice. Izumi never backed down though.
"I want to be a hero, and as much as anyone says that I can't. I'll prove it to you all! I will be a hero." Determination was laced in her voice. So much so that it even impressed Katsuki somewhat.
"Well the little mophead's got some bite. Then let me ask you this then, how are you gonna be a hero you little useless turd?"
Izumi's face faltered yet again.
"I-I… I just have to be. I don't care how." As she said this, Katsuki started giggling,
"You're really something aren't you? Wow, I never thought someone as useless as you would think that way. I'm almost convinced in not knowing what your quirk is. But since you're so determined to be a hero, regardless of how impossible it is… maybe your quirk is as weak as you say."
Izumi didn't know whether she would accept that as an insult or a somewhat functional line of praise. Katsuki then threw her the pen with the notebook, with Izumi barely trying to catch both.
"Still though… I think I like you somewhat. Maybe I'll let you be my sidekick someday and you'll help me instead of pursuing that pathetic dream. You still owe me something first."
"W-What?"
"You owe me the pleasure of knowing what your stupid quirk is."
"Why would I owe you that?"
"Well for starters… I like how stupid you are and maybe something like that which'll make me laugh someday can be useful. You can even maybe join my agency one day and I'll guarantee you'll get a job as my helper." Saying that with a grin made her feel uneasy.
"T-Thank you?" Katsuki laughed again at her.
"And I think I have just the name for you… Deku."
"Deku? Wait, I never agreed to that. Or any of the things you said." She argued.
"Don't care… starting today you're gonna be useful to me. Remember that as I sore to the top 1 spot." He said with a large smile on his face. His red eyes full of energy and soul to accomplish his dream. He was now walking away when a few of their classmates just arrived.
"Hey! I never said that I'd accept your stupid offers."
"We'll talk later Deku, and maybe you'll show me what that useless quirk is." He said as he waved and went to his seat. Their other classmates started watching them but didn't mind as their homeroom teacher arrived shortly.
Izumi slumped back on her chair.
Her thoughts in a blender. For one part, she was glad that didn't escalate into something bad and another she was sort of relieved that the resident tough guy of the school seemed to… at least tolerate her existence. Even if his motivation for doing so was… strange.
Unfortunately, now that she was in this strange partnership (which she was forced into). She couldn't help but be scared if Katsuki ever asked and forced her to show her non-existent quirk to him.
She sighed. She would cross that bridge when she came to it.
"Alright class as we talked about yesterday, we're going to have to make an essay in commemoration for the victims of the Aldera Tragedy fourteen years ago. The holiday is coming soon so we'll have to give tribute and pay respect to those lost in the tragedy. Also remember that all your essays are to be sent to event to commemorate the country's loss. Since all the senders are from schools in your grade, the lucky participant will get his or her essay be read out aloud by All Might himself." After hearing the last part of the sentence, every student jumped into the idea. Even Katsuki. Izumi on the other hand had a dreamy look on her face as she thought about her work being read by her hero.
"So do your best and maybe yours will be chosen."
Everyone began to take out their papers to start their work until…
"Oh and since this event is national, I need to check your papers for errors and corrections. Wouldn't want a bad paper to land in All Might's hands right? So, if your paper has five or more errors. It won't be accepted. Consider this both as participation and a mandatory requirement for your grades." Saying this had dimly brought down the mood of the class. Leading for some to complain towards it and some downright scared for their cut. Izumi simply took it as a means to better herself more.
"You're on teach! I'll show you how good I am that I'm sure to be the top 1 hero someday." Katsuki yelled as the whole class groaned. He happily took his pen and began to write as fast as he can. Too happy in fact.
Izumi then looked at her paper and tried to think of something to write. A thought then came to her head and with a small smile of determination, she stared writing. Hoping that her paper was the one to be read by her hero.
The school day was finished. After handing in the paper that she had written with all her heart out, their classes had continued as usual. By the end, they were all put in a career aptitude test, which literally ended with all of them wanting to enter the hero course. It was obvious really, her classmates were really happy for that and she shared that sentiment. Nobody seemed to pay attention to her being one of them of course. She was invisible to them. The one that did in fact get attention was Katsuki, which proclaimed that he was enrolling for U.A. for his high school. Everyone was shocked and surprised at first, since U.A. was known for its really low acceptance rate.
Katsuki was a model student of course. Well… mostly. He had a very powerful quirk too and Izumi reckoned that he would more or less pass the exam with flying colors. Unbeknownst to everyone in class, Izumi was determined to apply there too. Not just for the reason that her Aunt was a teacher there, but that she was determined to prove herself. Quirkless or not, she was determined to be a hero
Even if her mother stopped her, she wouldn't care. She would achieve her dreams. No matter what happened. She wanted to prove to her that she can and that she didn't need protecting.
As classes ended, she sneakily left the school. Making sure Katsuki never found her. She was still a bit nervous about talking to him. Especially since she had no quirk to speak of. Fortunately, it seemed like she succeeded and she left the campus without him in sight. Walking home on her usual route.
Her essay was heartfelt when she wrote it, she poured all her feelings into it. Hoping that it was the one to be picked. Hopefully.
She smiled as she walked home. The people were busy today in preparation for the holiday a week from now. Ever since she could remember, she knew that it was All Might that spearheaded the holiday to be celebrated in remembrance for those lost in that night.
She heard stories about it of course. On what happened, a literal city overnight had been massacred and as much as the media tried to blame it on multiple villains over the past few years everyone knew that after that event the Hero All Might was devastated. She recalled that no survivors were found and try as they may they hadn't found any culprit to trace back to with this crime.
All Might had doubled his effort being the symbol of peace years later and now, with his efforts peace had been enjoyed by people everywhere. Villains were genuinely afraid except for a notable few and crime rates were at an all-time low.
He still maintained that smile on his face. Which was one of the reasons Izumi admired her hero so much. Even in failure, even in strife, he still endured it with a smile and saved the day in the process.
She was now walking under a tunnel as she thought about those things. Her smile needed to be ever-present like All Might's was. She would save people someday with the same smile that would make their-
A dark shadow loomed over her. She barely noticed it at first, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned around and behind her was someone who had a sludge-like quirk. His eyes and intent were malicious. Izumi's heart stopped as the sludge had a maniacal smile.
A villain?
"Well what do we have here? Such a cute little girl would do wonders as my disguise… hehehe, no one would notice a bit. Perfect." He said with a reverberating voice inside the tunnel. Izumi's eyes widened in fear. She instantly took off her bag and threw it at the villain. She then started to run as fast she can away from it.
Being weaker in stature and physique, she barely got far when the villain using its slime like tendrils lashed out on her and grabbed her legs. Violently making her crash on the floor after being unbalanced. As she hit the ground she felt her chest heave in pain. Her glasses was thrown out of her eyes and as she saw in her blurry vision, they were smashed by one of the tendrils.
"Don't worry girly, I'm just gonna use your body for a bit. It won't hurt I promise, you'll feel like yer just sleeping. Just let go and let me take over." It said as it wrapped around her body and was quickly trying to enter itself in her mouth. She tried fighting back with her weak arms as the villain enveloped her so much that air ceased to surround her. She was slowly losing consciousness.
Tears trickled down her cheek.
I don't want to die… please. Someone help me!
She tried screaming, but the villain stopped her from it by moving into her mouth and quickly tried to enter in here forcefully. She was losing it… fear drenched in her body as she felt like she was going to die.
I want to see Aunt Nemuri again…
Darkness began to overtake her blurry eyes as she tried in desperation to claw her way out.
I still want to prove to mom that I can be a hero…
"That's it kid… just let go. It'll be easier for the both of us." He said as sound seemed to just echo in her ears.
It can't end this way… I won't let it.
Then it happened.
Suddenly, redness seemed to fill her vision and to the villain's surprise tendrils of red electricity seemed to emanate from the girl's eyes and it struck the villain between its eyes. He screamed in pain as it attacked his mental and thought process. He shrieked in pain and the villain exploded in half from the trauma. Izumi gasped for a breath as her blurry vision cleared, the redness vanished in an instant. The red electricity disappearing from view.
She didn't notice that it was her doing that blew the villain apart by half. In her thoughts, her only wish was to get out of here and call for help. She was trying to leave with the remaining strength in her arms when the villain reformed and was about to envelop her again. Furious this time.
"YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH! That fucking hurt! Now I'm gonna fucking kill you for real this time and I'm not going give a shit if it hurts or not!" he yelled as he once again violently tried to overtake her.
No. Not like this…
"TEXAS SMASH!"
Then the both of them felt as if a powerful gust of wind had just hit them. The sludge villain blew into a million pieces and as Izumi was about to crash on concrete, she saw a faint image of her hero All Might with that smile on his face punching towards her decision. Wondering if her brain was playing tricks on her, so she smiled one last time.
She blacked out afterwards.
The first feeling she felt after blacking out was a sensation on her cheek. Like someone was trying to wake her up albeit in a quicker manner. She slowly opened her eyes as sound was returned to her ears.
"Hey wake up! Hey!"
Her blurry eyes miraculously cleared out and she saw what seemed to be All Might with that infamous smile towards her.
Oh great… I'm dead and this is heaven.
"Thought we lost you there!" the large man said.
"H-Hi All Might… I'm glad to see you, even if it isn't real. I'm glad you're here." She muttered.
All Might had a puzzled look on his face.
"Are you alright my girl? Did that villain do something else to you before I arrived?" All Might asked. Izumi smiled, the afterlife it seemed made her feel better with such a lifelike All Might here to greet her.
"I-I'm fine. Even though I never got to live my life to the fullest." She muttered to herself again.
All Might then put a hand on her forehead. She didn't seem hot at all. He then began to laugh when he realized what she was thinking about. Izumi continued to smile when she heard how seemingly lifelike and close All Might's laugh was to the real thing.
"That was a nice little chuckle you gave me there my dear. But I assure you, I am real. You didn't die, and I was able to save you from that villain just in time." He then made a thumbs up and a glint seemingly shined from his teeth as he grinned at her.
Hold on… wait, this was real? I-I'm not dead?
"All Might? Is that really you?"
"You got it!"
Her world suddenly blared with such happiness that she sat up as quickly a she can and stared in a dumbfound manner towards the man. Not believing at all that this was happening, but it was and he saved her. Her hero saved her.
She then shrieked like a girl who enjoyed gossip (which she was not). But her excitement went up the roof when she began to fangirl all over the man.
"Well it seems you're actually holding out alright. Sorry if I was a bit late back there, but I got to you just in time!" All Might said to her.
"Usually I'm a put a bit more attention to keep bystanders out of harm's way but this city's sewer system was more complicated than I thought! Clumsy me…" he continued with that iconic laugh as Izumi tried to reel in that her hero was here.
"Anyway! You were a big help back there! You see, I've captured the evil-doer!"
He presented the two bottles of plastic he had in both his hands and in it was the remains of the villain she encountered.
All Might is really here! The most amazing Hero in the world is here in the flesh! And he saved me. My day couldn't be any more better! Oh wait!
"Oh my… I just forgot Mr. All Might sir, c-can I get an autograph?" she said as she rummaged through her bag and took one of the notebooks.
"Sure, everything for my fans!' he said as he walked over and within a second he wrote his signature across the whole notebook's two pages. As soon as he finished and handed the pen back to her, Izumi had her mouth agape when she saw the signature, the real thing now in her hands.
She then bowed at All Might through such a quick way that even All Might was surprised at with her enthusiasm. Proclaiming over and over that this will be an important heirloom to her family passed down to many generations…
"Well, I need to get this guy to the police so I'll be taking off!"
Wait he's leaving? I have so many questions I need to ask him.
All Might then began to prepare for a take-off.
"Stay out of trouble and I'll see you around."
"All Might wait!" she shouted as she leapt at him.
BOOM!
He flew into the air at such speeds, and only now noticed that the girl had put her hands around his neck and clung on to dear life. Her heart beating in a million beats per second as they soared through the sky. Her hair wildly flowing behind her.
"Hey what the hell are you doing? I love my fans but this too much!" he said as he tried to shake her off. Izumi steeled her resolve as she clung to him.
"Let go!" he said.
"All Might wait! I-If I let go… I m-might die. For real this time! I can't fly you see?" she yelled.
"Oh… that makes sense."
"I-I just have a lot of questions for you! C-Can we please land somewhere safe?"
She felt the man sigh deeply and proceeded to land them on a roof a building a few seconds later. While trying to land he put a hand on his mouth to cover his mouth from his cough. A trickle of blood dropped on his hand and he wiped it off, not wanting the girl to see it. After his feet were on the ground, she steadily took her arms off of his neck and settled her feet gingerly on the concrete floor. The experience was exhilarating and she jumped up in joy afterwards.
"That was amazing!"
"Don't ask me to do that again my dear…" All Might said.
"Sorry… it was just cool having to experience that firsthand with my most favorite hero in the world. I-It honestly meant the world to me…" she said as a small tear of joy rolled down her cheek.
All Might turned to her and smiled a bit.
"You're welcome then."
"T-Thanks…"
All Might then began to turn and leave. He was losing time, steadily steam seemed to come from him. Izumi hadn't noticed it yet at first.
"W-Wait… what about my questions?"
"I'm sorry. I have to go. You can knock on that door and someone eventually will get you." Saying that while walking away from her.
"B-But…"
"No. I've wasted so much time already, I'm sorry but I need to go little girl. Write me a fan letter and send it to my agency, I may answer your questions then."
She reached out her hand as a memory resurfaced. Her heart sank and her smile faded once more.
"Listen to me… this is the last time we'll talk about this. I don't care what Nemuri is saying to you, nor of the videos you watch. This is not what you want. This is not what I want for you. I want you to be safe. I want you to be away from all of this! I don't want you to be out there. So give up this delusion and stop trying. You don't have to try! You can just be normal… not like me. Not like that damn All Might…"
No one she knew supported her dream. Not even her mother, not even her aunt had told her to reach for it. Now that All Might was here, she almost felt the same thing. Neglect.
She always seemed to feel that. Being a failure, neglected by everyone. It hindered her heart to some degree that her dream was a fool's hope. That everyone around her seemed to think the same. It broke her heart.
"I'm sorry Izumi, if only things were different." Nemuri muttered softly, tears in her wake.
"D-Do you think I could a hero someday?"
No… she wanted to know it from himself. She was determined to reach that dream. She wanted to hear it from All Might himself that she could achieve it. That it was possible.
To hell what her mother said…
She wanted to be a hero, and here was All Might. She was going to prove to everyone that they were wrong. That her dream was not a fool's hope.
I am not going to give up.
She narrowed her eyes with a renewed sense of fate. She ran to All Might and stood her ground.
"All Might… just answer one question of mine. Please."
All Might stopped. He turned slightly back to her.
"Is it possible for me to be a hero, even if I don't have a quirk?"
All Might visibly flinched. Izumi clasped both of her hands together. Her heart beating ever so fast.
"I'm just a normal girl without any powers. My body's quite weak too… but my spirit is strong! I just want to achieve my dream. My dream to be a hero. Just like you… so I just want to ask-"
Not even noticing the man before her, he was now being enveloped steadily more by steam.
"Can I be someone like you?" she finished with all the power of her voice. Closing her eyes as she waited for a response. She opened them while looking down. Smiling like her hero before her. She played with her fingers.
"I have no friends… only my family with me. My mother and Aunt. It's not that I don't love them, but they don't seem to believe in my dream. I just want to prove them wrong. That I can be something like you. Someone who can save people's lives with a smile on their face. No matter what happens, no matter the crisis, and no matter how dark things are. I just want to be there for them someday where they'll feel hope in my presence. That's my dream All Might sir…" she said with a proud smile that instantly evaporated when in front of her, the steam dissipated and revealed a very sickly and thin blonde man.
In the same spot where All Might used to be moments ago.
Two blue eyes that were sunken deep into the skeletal man's face looked directly into her. No smile was present. Instead replaced by a deadpan stare that was leagues beyond compared to the deadpan expression of the boy she met earlier in the bookshop.
What the hell?
1857 Hours, Italy…
Inko was just checking out of a hotel. Her time in the country had come to its end. Eager to go home and see her daughter again soon. Her visit was nothing really worth of anything and the only thing she was able to do here that was useful was buy the pills for her daughter.
Walking with her trolley bag and purse, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out she noticed her friend Nemuri had just sent her message. Unlocking her phone and seeing what the message was made herself feel a bit lighter. The past month she spent here really stressed her out, so seeing her friend sending a message to her either by a greeting or updates about her daughter pulled her through.
Nemuri: How was the investigation?
Inko: Lead me to too many dead ends. Got nothing. Because of that I'll be buying a ticket to go home by the weekend. Tell Izumi about that please.
Nemuri: I'll tell her don't worry. What about the pills? She ran out of them four days ago.
Inko frowned about this news.
Inko: Ever since that new law in Japan for these kind of things, I've only managed to find some in the international black markets. I found an experimental one that is legitimate at least. Cost me a large price unfortunately but its legit.
Nemuri: I see. Are there no side effects like the last time?
Inko: Based on what the guy told me no… The research on Quirk Suppresants have been steadily growing under the radar. It's progressing really well here in abroad too. If my contacts with some international agencies are to be deemed correct, this may change the game in the future. I advise notifying your colleagues there if you want to warn them.
Nemuri: I'll keep that in mind. Just keep yourself safe there Inko. We'll be waiting.
Inko: I know.
Nemuri: And don't you dare break our agreement.
Inko: I haven't Nemuri. I haven't touched a soul since my name was forgotten. I assure you.
Nemuri: Good. I'll see you soon.
She returned her phone back to her pocket. Thinking about her time here with her investigation. Ever since that event years ago, the name she once took upon 'Jade' had faded into memory alongside her daughter. Recent events however seemed to force her to investigate the past. People in the dark started following her and she had no choice but to know the truth.
Hence she was here, one of the many destination she went to in tracing down the events that lead to that tragedy. Another dead end had come to her here, and she was starting to get impatient.
Hoping to relieve herself before she went home. She called upon a taxi to drive her to the nearest airport. One of them caught her waving and she entered the cab as the driver helped load her luggage into the back.
She sat inside the car and opened her purse. Beginning to check her bag if anything was left behind. After seeing the plastic bag full of pills for her daughter, she felt relieved and zipped her bag.
"Where to ma'am?" the driver asked.
"To the nearest airport please."
"Understood…"
Inko then began to circle her thoughts towards that night. She tried to recall some clues to trace her back to the client that released that job. After half a minute of having nothing useful she frowned.
She also noticed that the driver hadn't moved the car yet.
"I did tell you that I want to go the airport right?"
The man turned to her. He had a serious look on his face. Inko narrowed her eyes. Something was wrong. She saw that the man had a necklace with a cross on the center of it.
"Inko Midoriya… am I right?" the man said.
Before he could react, Inko focused and the necklace on the neck of the man tightened. The driver then gagged as he tried to pull his gun from his holster, only for it to fly so fast out of it and land on the hands of Inko. She inspected the weapon and disassembled it piece by piece and it all fell to the ground.
The necklace tightened.
"What do you want with me?"
The tone of her voice grew more intimidating as the driver's eyes widened. She released her hold on the necklace and looked directly to the man.
"If I sense in any way that you're lying to me, I'll kill you right on that spot."
"S-So our assumption as true… you are the infamous Jade." The driver said.
The necklace tightened a bit again.
"That wasn't the answer I wanted from your mouth. Tell me what you want with me or else I'm going to introduce you to your God soon enough." She gestured towards the cross on his necklace which turned and was pressed to his neck.
"I-I'm just a messenger lady… m-my boss just wants to talk to you."
"Who is your boss then?"
"I-I can't say… I just have to take you to him."
"And if I say no?"
The man smiled at her.
"T-Then they'll be hell to pay."
Inko had a questioning look on her face. For the next few seconds, she smiled candidly.
"Cute, but I think it isn't warranted."
The cross forcefully inserted itself into the man's neck and he began to choke on his own blood. Inko focused on his body and kept him steady. He bled away and died on the seat. Inko raised her hand and objects from his pocket levitated in front of her. A phone, a wallet, and some ammo. She took the phone and saw that it had a passcode lock on it. She took out a plastic bag from her purse and floated to the phone into it. As well as the wallet. She would check those later.
The ammo she disassembled with a bit of focus like the gun and its parts fell to the floor.
She then took out her mask and wore it. The horn glowing green again as she focused her sensory zone and at the same time ignited the engine with the key. Slowly driving off while sitting in the back. Letting her quirk to move the steering and the throttle as she drove into the night.
With more questions adding up to the pile.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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