Warnings: None
Shibuya Scramble
Chapter 02:
"Everything About to Change"
93 Days B.C (before canon)*
There were a lot of emotions that came forth upon the notions of life and death.
They'd both existed for such a long time—it made sense, really. Of course there'd be a lot to say and feel. Anger, resentment, acceptance, peace, sadness, longing—a wild array of flashing colours, brilliant and blinding. It was enough to make anyone's head pound. It couldn't quite be mustered up into a few words, a phrase or two, there was just so, so much to say.
When Tabitha Moore died, her room was upgraded from economy to first class.
One minute she was lying alone in her dinky hospital bed, monitors buzzing beside her, and the next she was in a gold gilded room with gleaming marble floors, velvet curtains, and attendants wearing freaking kimonos.
At the time it didn't even occur to Tabitha that she'd died. Her apparent death and subsequent rebirth had transitioned so smoothly and painlessly that there were no seams in the process. When her eyes first shuddered open, the first thing she considered was that she'd been transferred to some high-end room after winning the lottery—or perhaps the possibility of an organ cartel ring kidnapping—but never really death.
What gave it away in the end came when she crawled out of bed, suddenly noticing the unusual lack of pain and the strange, new face staring back at her in the mirror. In her last moments, Tabitha could barely move, barely talk. Her bones were fragile like glass, and skin even more so. So, when she woke up to find all that gone, along with an entirely new being, it's fair to say she'd quite promptly fainted.
84 Days B.C.
It took Tabitha a long time to figure out what happened. Might seem obvious to you that she'd somehow been reincarnated into a new body with memories of her old life intact, but when you're caught in that situation yourself, reality takes a while to sink in. When it did, she found herself sleeping quite a bit more than she strictly needed to. Those around her were worried, she could tell. Selfish as it may seem, she couldn't bring herself to care. When she was asleep, she didn't have to think about all the things she'd lost.
It seems silly—she should've been more independent than this. She should be overjoyed to get a second chance at life after her previous one was cut short. Her brother probably would have punched her if he saw how she was behaving and yell at her to quit moping around. She guessed familiarity was just one of those things you only appreciate when you're thrown into a place where everything is different.
67 Days B.C.
It took her a long time to get over that mess of emotions. After all, being this angsty just wasn't like her. What the hell was she so upset about anyway? It's not like her parents and the others are dead. They were probably way better off than her in any case, by simple virtue of the fact that they weren't the one yeeted into a whole new reality. And while they'll miss her, and her them, she knew they wouldn't let her death stop them from living, so it shouldn't stop her either.
65 Day's B.C.
"W-we believe it's best to keep in her in for a few days. There was nothing abnormal from her CAT scan, but it's too early to tell. The head trauma accompanied with the accident may account for the amnesia, but there's not much we can do without f-further examination."
For about the hundredth time already, Tabitha stared at her hands. They were small, fingers slim and fragile, nails cracked with old nail polish. She tilted them one way and then another, noting the pink but otherwise unmarred skin. She wiggled her toes experimentally, and found them all in working order.
Good.
"We need her ready in two months, Doctor. Can you fix her for me?"
Her hair was... white? Perhaps a very bright shade of silver. Looking at the strands, it was long as well; just past mid-back was her guess. The hair felt like silk between her outstretched hand, pooling out on the feather soft quilts below. Surprisingly, Ayumi's hair wasn't dyed. How she found out still left her flushing a hectic red, but she knew for a fact it was natural. Kind of strange considering her already pale skin. Was she perhaps an albino?
With a little inspection, Tabitha soon found she wasn't the only one with colourful tresses. One of the nurses that'd come to clean her room a few days back wore obnoxious fire-engine red hair. She'd tried asking the nurse about it, but she'd just smiled politely and laughed before scuttling away down the corridor. Even after hours of turning it over in her mind, Tabitha still didn't know what she found so funny.
"No, I—uh, we can't force her memories back immediately, Ms. Otosaka. That's all up to Ayumi. We're planning to give her a few weeks to handle the shock—let things sink in a bit before we start questioning, and—"
"And if she can't remember? What then?"
"W-well, Ma'am, if her amnesia persists then I would suggest stimulation psychotherapy."
She could tell the voices spoken outside were in Japanese. Wasn't hard to identify given that she'd had some Japanese friends of her own. Problem was, despite never learning the language, Tabitha could understand them. Perhaps it was this bodies brain that allowed her to do this? After all, Ayumi had grown up speaking, writing, reading Japanese.
"And how long will that take?"
"Results can vary, from two to three months up to a year…" the voice trailed off, only to return audibly strained. "…Mrs. Otosaka, I do happen to have some friends who specialize in memory rehabilitation, and I'll be happy to—"
The woman cut him off with a soft, breezy laugh. "Have it done and you will be compensated handsomely." She paused. "And Doctor, I know it's past visiting hours, but would you mind if I spent some time alone with my daughter?"
"O-Of course not, Ma'am! Thank you very much! I'll get back to you on a later date, and we'll call you if there are any updates regarding your daughter."
"Thank you for your help, Doctor."
Footsteps began to fade away, and she looked to the door just as it slid open.
From the doorway revealed a stunning woman with sharp, slanted eyes of chipped spinel, all hard edges and flashing facets. Atop her head fell inky black locks, left tucked under a grey scarf. She sported an unwavering smile, a small mole planted directly beneath red, curled lips that only grew wider when her eyes landed on Tabitha.
"Ayumi, dear! You're awake!" She moved to clasp Tabitha's hands in a firm grip, seating herself on the plush quilts. "Are you feeling any better dear?"
Tabitha paused, brows creasing as she translated the tumble of words.
This was… Ayumi's mother.
Tabitha felt sick.
Ayumi's mother smiled, waiting for her daughter to reassure her with kind words and a grin. She waited expectantly for her daughter to promise that everything's all right, when in reality everything was not all right, and Ayumi was no longer here. Tabitha knew it wasn't her fault—she knew that, but that didn't make her hurt any less, nor any less confused.
"Ayumi, what's wrong?"
Tabitha winced, conflicted on what to do next. Did she really have to feign being Ayumi—if only because the body was that of her daughters? Could she do that? Could she pretend to be her?
She opened her mouth to speak, to comfort the woman, but no sound came out.
No…she couldn't.
She didn't want to do that.
That would be cruel.
When she didn't respond, Ayumi's mother just sighed and pulled her in for a hug.
"Don't worry about a thing, sweetie," She soothed, her other hand stroking the side of Tabitha's head. "You'll be out of here soon, alright? We will sort everything out honey, so you just focus on getting better."
After a moment of silence, the woman leaned forward to plant a feather-soft kiss on her forehead before glancing at the clock. "I have to leave now darling. I'm busy with work, and you need your sleep." She gave her one final flick to the nose, before lifting herself off the bed and to the doorframe.
"Sweet dreams, Ayumi."
60 Day's B.C.
Life really sucked when your world consists of a four by four meter long bed and the occasional walk around the couches. Another week had passed since the accident and there was so many things she wanted to do, so many things she wanted to see and learn but couldn't because of the many attendants barricading the door outside.
After weeks of this same treatment, Tabitha had long come to the conclusion that she wouldn't be leaving the hospital for a while—not until the doctors said so at least. This left her disgruntled because even after a month of sleuthing she still had no idea of her current situation. Tabitha knew that Ayumi's family was filthy rich—the room and attendants spoke for itself—and that she'd been in some sort of accident, but anything beyond that and she was in dark. She'd also began to adopt the sneaking suspicion that perhaps the world she'd been reincarnated into wasn't anything like her old one. From the hallways, she kept hearing words like 'villains' or 'heroes' thrown around, or the casual remark of some 'Miss Recovery Girl' making her rounds around the hospital campus. Frankly the names were ridiculous, so Tabitha was either missing something really important here or the staff were speaking in code.
"Is there anything you require before I retire for the evening, Miss?" Said Sakuya.
Tabitha turned her head to glare at the attendant beside her. This one worked especially for Ayumi's mother, and Tabitha didn't like her very much. She was a fat grey haired lady in a plain kimono. Her brown eyes were dismissive, and out of all attendants she handled her the least amount possible. Tabitha always stared at her with unwavering eyes—Ayumi's eyes were terrifying—because that was realistically the only thing she could do.
"Yes, in fact there is." Tabitha muttered, ruffling with the hem of her nightgown. "May I use the computer?"
Her stare was less than impressed. "Miss… I believe we've already discussed this. No computers or mobiles until you have fully recovered."
She blew a tuft of her hair out from her face, already expecting the answer.
After weeks of prying information, Tabitha realized that any and all information she could get her hands on would have to come from the web. So far though, that particular approach proved ineffective. Apparently, her 'mother' didn't want her online in case it might distress her—something about several alarming articles being posted around lately—and with no electronics, Tabitha found herself in a bind.
She sighed, flipping around to stare out the hospital window. Beneath her, she saw the interlaying streets of the city—a complex network of transport and infrastructure.
"Then, will that be all, Miss?"
On the building nearest to her, an advertisement played from a monitor— some superhero cereal ad. Tabitha snorted. What kind of company advertises cereal on a skyscraper?
She turned to dismiss Sakuya, but paused as she pondered the screens.
The monitors… perhaps—?
"Wait! A TV—can you get one for me? I can watch that, right?"
Sakuya's drew her lips into a thin line. "…I'll have to ask the Mistress for permission first."
Tabitha nodded, and watched her leave the room. She came back a few minutes later with her usual frown, along with a distinct—and heavenly—wheely noise. Lurching from the quilts, Tabitha's mouth dropped at the sight of the massive TV that looked like something straight out of a Sc-Fi movie planted directly in front of her bed.
"The Mistress has given you permission to watch TV." Intoned Sakuya, her voice dry.
"Yes, yes," She waved her aside, barely able to hold onto her excitement. "Can you play the news for me?"
The old woman sighed, moving to grab the remote. She pressed a button, the screen came alight to a news channel, and Tabitha's mouth dropped again. While Sakuya and the rest of the attendants watched the marvellous device, their expressions vaguely interested, Tabitha was baffled at the mere sight of this invention. The graphics were almost holographic, a technology that hadn't even been attempted the year she'd died.
Was technology always this advanced?
"… In current news! Heroes continue their brave rescue at the Sakezawa orphanage site. The current cause of the fire was being investigated, but reports citing staff and children believe it to be the malicious activities of villain gangs in the near neighbourhood. We turn to our corresponding reporter on site at Kamino."
It was the news, she could tell that much, but what kind of news channel featured live footage from a helicopter, flying around at break-neck speeds at what looked like a burning warzone? There were embers flying everywhere, and rubble was strewn across the street. The surrounding infrastructure was grinded to rubble, almost like some sort of nuclear explosion had erupted in the near vicinity.
What could have caused so much destruction?
She was pretty sure that this country wasn't actively participating in any wars, so was it a terrorist attack—an arsonist perhaps?
"Hanada-san, how is the situation faring?"
The man nodded. "Thank you Kayano-san. As you can see from behind me the blaze has continued throughout the night and into the day. Firefighters are still making a valiant effort to extinguish the fires, and we've received confirmation that the flames should be under control in less—"
Tabitha blinked when the news reporter froze mid word, hand fidgeting with his ear piece. "Kayano-san, I have just received critical information! Live reports have just been made that there are children trapped inside the burning building! Several squadrons have already been dispatched, but efforts in the southern sectors were inhibited by a—"
The man was intercepted by a boom of laughter, the camera shifting to reveal a large, muscled figure making its way up from behind a burning mound of asphalt and rock. Tabitha watched in shock when from the concrete precipice, a chiselled face came into view, followed by another bout of loud, boisterous mirth.
"It's him! He's laughing!" The reporter cried, camera zooming in on the emerging figure.
The screen focused to reveal an incredibly muscular man barely visible through the billowing smog, wearing a blue skin-tight suit with an American flag colour scheme, his golden hair pulled into two—Tabitha paused, I'm sorry, were those bunny ears? On his back were several children, with another three in hand.
"It's fine now!" Shouted the man, eyes blazing blue. "Why?"
His grin somehow got wider, "Because I am here!"
Several of the attendants and nurses gasped in excitement, not even bothering to hide their glee. Meanwhile, Tabitha wondered how the hell that man had made it out of that burning mosh pit alive. The kids he carried looked aged around twelve to thirteen, so that meant they were about forty kilos each? She did the maths and summed up that, that macho man had about three hundred kilos on his back and another a hundred in his arms. Who the hell was this super hunk?
"All Might is here!" Cried the reporter, the camera zooming in.
'All Might,' that name—strange, she'd heard that name somewhere before.
A series of shouts drew Tabitha's attention back to the TV, and she saw several chunks of debris fall in a direct course for All Might. The crowds cried out in fear but the dude didn't even blink. All Might just smiled, raising his fist in the air, and promptly smashed the concrete slab into literal pebbles. The hordes cheered, and the hero jumped off screen—yes, actually jumped a good thirty meters into the air—no doubt moving the children to safety.
Tabitha blinked. What the fuck. Who does that? Who jumps fifty freaking feet into the air on a whim? Was she in some superhero society… I mean, who else—
The thought hit her like a brick to the head.
The phenomenal strength.
The strange technology.
The heroes on TV.
'All Might'.
Nope.
Nu-uh.
That was ridiculous.
There was no way she was reborn into an anime of all things? The same one her friends forced her to watch a couple of months before dying? The one she'd dropped because she found it was too boring?
Tabitha could accept being reincarnated in another body with all her memories intact. After all, who knew how death worked? Philosophers debated the topic regularly, entire religions worshiped the idea, even ancient societies had come up with the concept—but to be reborn into an anime, one she'd watched as a pastime after school? That was just ridiculous. Really, the only thing similarity between what she had just witnessed and the anime—what was it called again? Hero school? My path to a hero? Something stupid like that—proved was that some manga artist had gotten a few things right about the afterlife. In no way did it prove she'd been reincarnated into a fictional world. Besides, who's to say this isn't some wacky futuristic society composed of macho men with too much time on their hands? This is the future we're talking about, so maybe superman drugging wasn't entirely impossible?
Either way, it was too early to tell. In order to solve this reincarnated-into-an-anime theory right or wrong, she needed more evidence. In the meantime, she would try to dredge up what little knowledge she had about the anime from the one or two arcs she'd been forced her to watch. Easier said than done. Her friends could probably list each and every character's abilities, age, birthday and eye colour. Tabitha? All she could remember at the moment was that broccoli kid named Midoriya and the 'all for one and one for all' musketeer Hoggy-whatsit power.
59 Day's B.C.
The next day Tabitha found herself screaming into a pillow, trying her best to ignore the news coverage of how a certain broccoli boy saved his friend from a sludge monster.
Despite her best claims to refute it, it did appear that by some goddamn disaster, she'd been reincarnated into an anime.
After that, Tabitha spent a lot of the time thinking. Most of that time divided between stages.
She spent the first quarter in denial. Just denial. And just for a quarter. She felt like she needed to get the disbelieving thoughts off her chest or she'd grow crazy with the classic—"No, this can't possibly be real! Heroes, villains, and anime oh, my!" The denial also helped fuel her disbelief that she hadn't just been reincarnated, she'd been born again in a world far beyond any of her capabilities of understanding. A well-built, thoroughly creative and fantastic world, sure, she'd give the creator that. But her? Here?
She spent half the time after that sorting herself out. Tabitha dumped the denial into any trash bin available and moved on because denial wasn't going to help her cause. On the bright side, it wasn't like just because she was reincarnated into the verse she would be involved with it. Ayumi was just some rich heiress who lived of her mommy and daddies trust fund, so Tabitha could just live her life without lifting a finger, right?
Being in a world that'd bled to life on paper and came to life on television was just that. A world. The kind of world it was didn't matter. Despite her unique situation, she didn't have to do anything. As long as she had shelter, food and Wi-Fi, Tabitha felt that she'd be just fine.
58 Day's B.C.
Weeks of lying in bed asleep doing nothing had left Tabitha physically weak, and it was about time the hospital staff did something about it.
"Therapy will definitely improve your strength, and it will encourage memory to return," The doctor said. "First we need to work on fine motor skills, as well, based on your levels of degeneration. Then we will move onto stimulation psychotherapy."
"OK." Tabitha replied.
"We start today."
"OK." She said.
Tabitha's assigned therapist—a woman named Haruka, who wore baby blue scrubs and had her hair up in a voluminous bun—started that first session by putting Tabitha on a stationary bike. It was just like an ordinary bike, only that the wheels didn't move, and the pedals and difficulty were adjustable. Haruka set the resistance settings at zero since it was her first time.
"Therapy will be hard," She told her, cracking one of the gears on the bike. "Therapy will hurt, but they're called 'growing pains' for a reason. Every exercise will be an uphill climb. You'll want to give up. But you can't."
Tabitha nodded, and watched the woman turn a dial on an egg timer she'd set atop the contraption, saying, "Five minutes forward, five minutes backward."
That day she only managed a dozen rotations in her five allotted minutes. Sweat poured off her face, and drenched her clothing. Tabitha's shoulder and elbow burned like someone had heated them in a forge. She could barely grip the pedal hard enough to keep herself attached. By the end of it Tabitha had collapsed and needed to be dragged back into bed.
The other exercises numbered among the following: holding her arms parallel to the floor for set lengths of time (hands empty, at first, holding dumbbells after a week or so); rolling string onto a stick with arms parallel to the floor (string empty at first, string supporting a weight later on); rolling two metal balls around her hand without letting them touch; and squats.
Between these drills they also fed her pills to build up her muscles. The pills effects were immediate—allowing what usually take weeks of physical therapy to be done in a few days.
If anything, Tabitha thought, modern medicine certainly came with its perks.
44 Day's B.C.
It was only weeks after repeated physical therapy Tabitha could move freely again, and that they started stimulation psychotherapy. She found herself sitting in a chair, a strange, wired apparatus set upon her head. The room was dark and Haruka stood above her, a somewhat reassuring smile on face.
"This device will help you get your memories back." She said this matter-of-factly, as if this contraption were some everyday appliance—like a toaster. "As per request, we're going to start off with trying to stimulate memories regarding your Quirk."
Tabitha grumbled at the word. She still found it hard to believe that she'd been reincarnated into a fictional world—one with superpowers at that. What was even harder to digest was the idea that Ayumi had a power of her own. A spider Quirk apparently, which—ew, was kinda gross. Did she control spiders? Or did she shoot webs from her butt? Unless Tabitha was Spiderman, with his Spidey sense and all, she couldn't see these powers being any good.
"Will it hurt?" She said, eyeing the many wires and cogs of the contraption.
Haruka just laughed, slapping the headgear with a hand. Tabitha paled when one of the gears cranked with a deep groan and hiss. "Not at all! It won't hurt in the slightest. The headgear simply uses electrical pulses to mimic the action of signals coming from neurons which will then target the nerves in your brain. Recent invention—but it does its job great!"
Although Tabitha liked vegetables, she didn't want to become one.
Haruka stood back and admired her handywork with a sharp eye, before nodding to herself. "Everything's set. Ready, Ayumi?"
Tabitha winced. "Uh, are you certain that—"
"Ok, I'm starting the device now!"
A blitz of energy ran across her body, and Tabitha shuddered. A pounding headache quaked through her skull, her face diminishing to a stricken white. As soon as it stopped, and the pain had subsided, Tabitha felt like vomiting. She could feel something in her head—something foreign, trying to break out of its paper thin egg casing.
"Uh, Ayumi—are you all right?"
She blinked.
"You're quite pale." Real concern darkened Haruka's expression. "Ayumi?"
Tabitha opened her mouth to tell her she was fine—but when she did, the world pulled back into focus.
What she felt then, she did not like.
She did not like it at all.
It was as if, during the process of focusing so exclusively on what she was feeling, she'd gone out of her body.
It was as if, when the realization hit her, she'd lost any connection to her physical form.
Now though, the woman's words yanked her back into her physical shell like a fish on the end of a line.
The casing broke, and sensation washed across Tabitha's awareness in a heavy tsunami rush of memories.
Rain hit the floor in a constant drum, droplets scattering across darkened sidewalks—small bullets of water crashing down in a relentless, unforgiving torrent. The bank was flowing quickly, rocks completely submerged down below and the straining plants bowed under the weight of the downpour. Silhouettes of people dressed in black and grey flocked under hastily pulled up covers, quietly muttering about the dreadful weather. Above Ayumi, the rain parted harmlessly over the curve of an umbrella. It kept her dry from the rain fall, and allowed her closer to the plaque than the others. Despite the coverage, Ayumi liked to pretend the water running down her cheeks were from rain.
Behind her, she could feel the man's hands clutching her shoulders almost as if in support—but Ayumi knew better. Nagging horror grew as she felt him lean in to whisper a breath past her ear, a sentence so quiet it was nearly inaudible under the rain.
The grip got harder, and saliva flooded Ayumi's mouth. When she tried to swallow, her throat tangled, breath catching and stopping midway down her neck. Spots danced in her periphery like inverted fireflies. Her body warmed over, sweat misting across her face and back, but then her skin frosted as the sweat evaporated. When Ayumi tried to breathe to calm her racing heart, her chest did nothing but hitch. Her throat clenched around the breath fighting against her lungs, body wracking with chill she could not control, hands slick and cold and throat suddenly on fire—
Ayumi screamed, and the world erupted in threads and spiders.
"Ayumi?! Ayumi? Are you OK." Haruka called, gripping her by the shoulders.
When her vision returned to normal, Tabitha found herself nodding, barely registering the voice beside her.
Haruka sighed in relief, leaning forward to remove the headgear and setting it on the table beside them. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Tabitha tried to ignore the sensation coming from her hands. "Yes… yes, I'm okay. I just need a few minutes to sort myself."
Haruka nodded. "Okay. Okay. I'm going to go get some doctors, all right? I'll be back in just a second, so sit tight for me, yeah?"
When Tabitha heard the door click closed behind her, she inclined her head to stare blankly at her outstretched palm, trepidation growing.
From the tips of her fingers, barely visible under the already dim lighting, were the starts of threads waving through the air.
13 Day's B.C.
Dr. Yukimura observed her client carefully, as was her habit. The first thing she looked for in clients' was clues on their physical self-care. The girls hair fell in straight silver tresses, recently cut judging by her neat curtain bangs. She was unnaturally pale and had the fine features of a porcelain doll. What struck her as strange were her thin bloodless lips, barely standing out from the rest of her skin. If Dr. Yukimura didn't know the girls Quirk, she'd likely think her anaemic.
"And how are you feeling after the accident? Have any memories returned to you?"
The girls reply came bland. "Fine, I think? I don't remember much of what happened after the collision, but…the memories are coming back."
The doctor hummed. "Did you recover them immediately, or within intervals of time?"
"Immediate I guess."
Her head tilted, assessing the jaded girl. "And what did you see?"
She paused. "Pictures, people, faces—things like that."
"Anything specific."
Her reply came slow. "No… nothing in particular."
Not very cooperative.
Dr. Yukimura nodded before glancing down at her clipboard to scribble a few notes. As a psychiatrist, she didn't like these questions—not when they were so intrusive and forceful. As an employee, she had no other choice. A month had passed since Ayumi had awoken, and that god awful Otosaka family wanted the green light so they could send the girl to school.
"And your Quirk? How is that faring."
Ayumi sighed. "I believe we've already discussed this, Dr. Yukimura. My Quirk is in perfect condition. Can't they just discharge me yet?"
Dr. Yukimura crossed her legs and leaned back into her leather chair with a smile. "Only if you'll demonstrate it for me?"
The girl frowned, but conceded, lifting up a palm to face the ceiling. From the tips of her fingers sprouted tiny threads that shimmered in the dim lighting of her office. Dr. Yukimura nodded appreciatively and scrawled down a sentence or two. Weeks of practice with professionals had gotten the girl once again well acquainted with her Quirk, but Dr. Yukimura was still required for the final check-up. She supposed muscle memory also had something to do with it, given the narrow time frame.
"There, happy?" Ayumi huffed.
"Very. Now, have you had any bouts of sadness recently? A longing for the memories and relationships you've lost?"
Ayumi groaned, slumping in her chair and looking half ready to burst out of the room in frustration. "Ugh, how many times to I have to say it! I'm not depressed, nor lonely and the only thing that makes me suicidal is my bed! Even after the accident, I'm still… me. Memories or no."
The Doctor bobbed her head, ticking off a few more boxes and scribbled down her final assessment. She then uncrossed her legs and set down the clipboard to give the girl a saccharine smile. Atsuka knew the girl was hiding something. What it was, she had no idea. She'd tried probing at it multiple times, but it appeared that Ayumi wasn't open to sharing—not for now at least. The doctor briefly considered delving deeper into Ayumi's "me" but decided against it given the already strained atmosphere and upcoming transition.
"That will be all for today, Ayumi. Our next meeting will be scheduled again in four weeks' time."
Dr. Yukimura watched in amusement as the 15-year-old furrowed her brows in confusion. "Why so long?"
"Because I've deemed you well enough to attend hero school, young lady."
"…Excuse me?"
A/N:
*(Before canon is considered until the time everyone starts their first day at U.A.)
And there we have the first REAL chapter of Shibuya Scramble! The whole Shibuya part comes into play later on, don't worry ;)
I've got several other stories in the works, and I promise updates to those will be coming soon. I've been following Boku no Hero for the longest time now and have been trying to resist writing a story for it, but the ideas for this one won over, and I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter!
Now onto my questions...
1. Who was your favourite character in the chapter (besides Ayumi of course)? Personally for me, it was Haruka because damn, who thought it was a good idea to hire that woman XD
2. Thoughts on Ayumi's situation? I tried to keep it pretty subtle on what was going on around her, so take your best guesses (It's largely about what Ayumi's mother has been ordering to be done and what she's trying to prohibit)!
3. And finally, how was the POV? Do you guys find it annoying how I refer to Ayumi as Tabitha?
Anyways, I just want to say a big thanks to, OriginalDrumy, dalmek and Xero619. You guy's guesses were pretty spot on, so props to you :)
WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM MORE OF YOU!