Hello Guys! So this weekend, I was support to write another chapter for my other story The Rabbit, but I couldn't help but write this...despite my promise not to write another one before I finished one just one of my other stories. Hope yall like the chapter! BYEEEEEEEE
Chapter One: Her Backstory
The girl frowned at her notebook. She was young, long white hair was braided in a knot down her back, a pink hair tie lazily wrapped around it. Her emerald eyes stared down at the notebook full of advanced math exercises before looking back out the window longingly.
Her pale sun-deprived face flushed at the couple second thoughts of disobedience, her mother had demanded that she was to stay inside till all of her homework was done and one of her brothers returned from school. Still, though, a couple of minutes outside couldn't hurt, right? Plus, she could use vitamin D.
Closing the notebook and putting the cap back on the pen she then hopped off the stool, going to change into more suitable clothes so her mother wouldn't realize she had gone outside. Her whole family was known to sunburn or tan very easily. She tugged on some white thin gloves, much more fitting for the hot air outside than the thick black ones which she wore inside. Putting on a sunhat for a finishing touch she smiled at herself, her small hands ringing around the silver chain around her neck as she stepped towards the front door, she stopped with a moment of hesitation before shaking her head violently and pulling the door open.
Her whole face lit up and a smile graced her lips as she looked around, there were flowers in many yards due to it being early spring, it was right about that time of year where people started planting more. It just happens that it was also one of her favorite times. She had read about the beauty of this season in many books, only being able to experience it herself a few times. She took a few steps down the pathway towards the yard and leaned down, looking at the flower in the yard.
A weed.
Mother would not approve of a weed in the yard...she thought bitterly and couldn't help but lean down plucking the flower out by the stem bringing it to her nose to sniff. It smelt like spring. Turning her gaze elsewhere she spotted her neighbor.
Her neighbor had short blonde hair and fiery red eyes, she was crouching down close to the flower banks with gardening gloves and a sun hat on. The girl's lips formed a thin line as she realized the older woman was planting the marigolds wrong. Stepping over to her neighbors' yard stopping a few feet away from the oblivious woman she cleared her throat making the woman's head snap up.
"Hello little one, do you need anything?" The woman asked nicely and the girl's face flushed, she hadn't ever even seen her neighbor before, let alone talk to her! A stern look going on the girl's face, she grasped onto whatever confidence she could manage and pointed at the flowers.
"Y-Your," she paused at the stutter and took a deep breath before continuing, "You're planting them wrong." The woman's face morphed into one of confusion before standing up, realizing that the woman now towered over her in height the girl winced, all of her confidence being flown out of the metaphoric window.
"Am I now?" The woman asked taking off her gloves and handed them to the girl, earning a confused glance from her, "Well you obviously know best, so get to work, show me how to do it." She said with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.
The girl nods and looks down at the mess the woman had started with a scowl before looking back up at the woman herself. Pulling on the garden gloves over her own clean gloves she spoke. "You take horrible care of these poor plants. We're you trying to murder them?!" She says and leans down on her knees carefully uprooting the flowers. The thoughts about her dress possibly getting dirty are long forgotten, replaced by the task in front of her.
The woman looked down at the girl in surprise, she was actually doing a better job at planting the flowers than she had been doing before. She could hear the girl muttering things under her breath, some sounding a lot like 'If you're going to do it, do it right.' And she couldn't help but smile, her son wouldn't ever do anything like this with her since he had gotten his quirk. The thought made her frown she wondered if the girl had gotten her quirk yet, and if so, what was it?
Jogging away for a second she grabbed herself a pair of gloves that used to belong to her son and jogged back to the girl putting them in her line of sight. "You can wear these if you want, they'll probably fit you better." She says softly and the girl nods, handing the woman the bigger gloves putting in the smallest one, and nods in contentment at the better fitting size.
Putting on the gloves the older woman starts doing exactly what the girl was, mimicking it in fear that if she didn't then she would do it wrong. "So...what's your name?" She asks and the girl turns towards her suspiciously.
"You can call me Snow." She replied and the woman's confusion only grew, why wouldn't the girl tell her her own name? Surely it wasn't that personal. The name Snow fit her, the older woman could see the white hair poking out from underneath her sunhat. Her pale skin helped the matter. She then realized that the girl looked very prim and proper for her age, as though she had been groomed to be that way. "What about you?" She asked quietly...hesitantly, "Your name I mean, what is it?"
The woman smiled, holding her hand out towards the girl which was returned by a firm handshake, "Mitsuki Bakugou." She said and the girl nodded. Mitsuki had yet to see the girl smile, and made it her goal right there and then to be able to see that smile.
A few hours later and a completely new flower bed, the girl and woman stood up with pleased looks on their faces. It had taken a lot of work, but it was worth it. The woman looked down at the girl and gasped at all the dirt on her white clothes.
"Oh dear.,." She muttered quietly and the girl followed her gaze down to the stained dress. Sighing to herself the girl brushed some of it off before giving Mitsuki a tense smile-a forced one making the woman frown.
"Don't worry, I know how to wash it all out. I should be getting home soon. My older brothers should be home any minute now." She said, her mouth pressed in a firm line. Mitsuki sighed and nodded, tugging off her gloves. The girl did the same, her white gloves still thankfully unscathed.
"Will you stay locked up in that house or can I expect to see you again?" Mitsuki asked and the girl sent her a genuine smile for the first time that day.
"I'll come back tomorrow!" She said excitedly and skipped over to her house pulling the front door open, and closing it gently behind her.
And return she did.
A few weeks later, the duo had set up a routine, every morning while Mitsuki was getting her son ready for school and on the bus, the girl would do all of her homework ahead of time.
Her brother had seen her sneaking off once and decided to follow her, but upon seeing her beaming smile and giggling her blabbering filling the walls, he decided to leave it alone. His youngest sister never giggled or smiled at home and he was lucky if anyone could get her to speak more than a few words, mostly other than thank you, please, no thank you, and the ongoing favorite, sorry, but I have to stay inside.
After getting her homework done she would wait for everyone to leave. Waiting about ten minutes to make sure no one laps back around because they forgot something, after that she would head over to the Bakugou household, she once saw her husband but was too nervous to even stutter a word. He just smiled softly and walked out the door to go to work. Their days would be full of baking or cooking, gardening or playing tag, before she knew it, the girl's skin had tanned.
One day, after her brother had returned from school, he noticed her sitting silently at the table, scribbling in a notebook, something he had not seen in a while. He walked up to her and patted her head, stepping back in surprise when she flinched.
Stepping back looking at her he saw her tear-stained face, a bruise forming over her cheek, and a cut that scratched across the side of her face. Crouching next to her, his eyes widened. It would definitely scar.
That day was the day she stopped smiling. That day was the day she stopped visiting Mitsuki Bakugou. Days later Mitsuki banged on her door, the little girl's eyes widened from behind her older brother's leg, she was hiding, she had already finished the day's assignments of algebra, English, History, and Japanese language arts.
Mitsuki was told to leave the girl alone, her brother didn't want her to be beaten again for seeing her. It hurt both of them, but Mitsuki understood, she didn't want the girl to be beaten either.
That night they both cried. Mitsuki made the pledge to do anything for that young girl. And the girl, she pledged to get stronger than anyone had ever expected her to, so she could escape this prison and go spend her days with Mitsuki. It's not logical, she thought one night while lying in bed, but I have to try.
In November the girl's family couldn't find a babysitter for the young one, they didn't want her possibly sneaking away to see the neighbor again.
As their father already left for work, her older brother just decided to bring her to school with him. At the time she was only five, but she was far more mature than kids her age.
Her brother Adam (their mother was from America so she named most of her children English names) had made her promise to be on her best behavior, to which she complied. Dressed in a grey dress that goes down to her knees-leggings underneath, white snow boots, and white gloves, a grey hat dangling off her head. She didn't wear a coat, the weather didn't really bother her. Her hair was in a braided crown on top of her head and Adam was holding her heavy bag.
This bag is heavier than mine! He thought as he trudged along with his and her bag in hand, his youngest sibling trailing right behind him with her hands behind her bag. Adam's twin-Aiden was skipping ahead of the two, the girl always got along with the twins best, being able to tell them apart was a big factor, and would always make an effort to make her laugh, or make their father forget about the girl long enough for her to take a breather.
Once they finally made it to the large UA building the girl started feeling anxiety bubble up in her throat. Walking over to Aiden she tugged on his sleeve making him look down, he got the memo and lifted his sister up. Burrowing into his side she sighed at the warmth. Walking through the doors of their homeroom all the girls sent an aww towards the little girl.
The girl's face flushed in embarrassment as Aiden set her down, Adam set her bag on his desk and patted his lap. The girl had always been small for her age, so she fit easily on her brother's lap, pulling out her math book and pencils and she got to work. One of the twins' classmates glanced over to see what the girl was doing. Assuming she was coloring.
His eyes widened in shock as he realized that she was doing math they had just started on with ease. He looked up at Aiden shocked. "Man…" he muttered, glancing back at the seemingly oblivious girl. "How?" He asked, his voice trailing off.
The girl sighed and put down her pencil softly. "How, you ask? The answer is that I'm not as dull as some. By some I mean you." She said then turned back towards her notebook scribbling equations in her messy cursive. Aidens classmate looked shocked at the girl's words and grumbled something before sitting back in his seat, the other classmates near him laughing hysterically.
The girls' fists clenched at hearing the words they left the older boy's mouth, she's a fucking monster. She had heard her older brothers say that bad word before, but they had never called her a monster.
"That's a bad word." She muttered.
"What is? Oh, you mean fuck?" He snarled and she shook his head.
"Monster is. How would you feel if I called you a monster when you had done nothing but state the truth?" She said nonchalantly and looked up at the boy, for the first time the teen saw the intensity of the girl. Her emerald eyes pierced through his brown ones, a scar lining down the left side of her face. He nodded dully as their homeroom teacher walked in.
Mr. Aizawa thought he had seen it all, but one of his best students having a little girl scribbling things down on a notebook was not something he ever expected to see.
"Aiden, who is that?" He asked as he took a step towards his student. The girl didn't look up as Aiden ran his hands through his untamed hair.
"My little sister, we couldn't find a babysitter in time, and our mother no longer approves of her being left alone." He said and the girl finally looked up. Aizawa's eyes widened at the sight of the scarred girl.
"What are you doing in that notebook?" He asked, he wanted to see her reaction. If he thought she would be too much of a Hassle he would need to bring her elsewhere.
"Classwork." She said shortly, looking directly into Mr. Aizawa's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a ping of guilt rush down his spine.
"What subject?" He asked again, pushing for an actual answer.
"Algebra." The man's eyes widened as did almost everyone else's in the room. After a moment of silence, she continued, "Is that a problem mister?" He shook his head and pulled out his phone dialing the principal. The girl turned her head back to work with a sigh. The principal picked up on the second ring, his chirpy voice ringing through the phone.
"Hello Eraserhead, is anything the matter?" He asked.
"No, I have someone I think you'll want to see though." He said, glancing back at the small girl.
"Okay, send them to my office." He said and hung up. Mr. Aizawa turned towards the girl explaining that someone wanted to see her and gave her directions to his office. She just nodded and took her bag walking the way the teacher described.
Knocking on the door she heard a faint come in. When Nezu had hung up he definitely wasn't expecting a little girl to come knocking on his door. She glanced around before her eyes landed on the animal. Nezu felt scared for a moment as she advanced towards him, kids liked to pet him, their hands usually sticky. The girl surprised him by bowing slightly before taking a seat in the chair across the desk from him, her bag in her lap.
"My brother's homeroom teacher said you wanted to see me." She said in a proper tone, not something he would expect to hear from a girl of her age.
"If you dont mind me asking, what is your quirk?" He asked with a smile on his face.
"Elemental," She said hesitantly before continuing, "And high intelligence, like you I presume." She stated it wasn't a question, she already knew the answer. He nodded and she hummed looking around the room before her eyes landed on a chest board.
"Do you play?" He asked hopping off his chair and walked over to the board. The girls gazed followed him there and she nodded. He smiled and turned towards her patting one of the couches. She smiled softly hopping off the chair and walked hurriedly towards the board. "You can be light if you want."
A couple of hours passed like this, chatting with each other, neither of them being able to win against the other before Nezu finally won. The girl groaned leaning back on the couch pouting. Nezu let out a laugh at the sight of the usually put-together girl pouting against one of her couches. They heard a knock on the door and Mr. Aizawa walked in seconds later.
The girl recomposed herself sitting up and brushing her hair back. Mr. Aizawa glanced up and down her, then turned towards the chessboard, before turning towards the principal. "How was she?" He asked and took a seat next to the girl.
"She was quite pleasant. We just finished our first ever game of chess." He said sweetly and the girl smiled slightly hiding behind a pillow.
The pro hero's eyes widened turning towards the girl, "The game lasted this long?" He asked in disbelief. She nodded and his eyes-if possible got wider. Nezu let out a loud laugh and the girl couldn't help but laugh along with him.
Later that day when Adam and Aiden picked her up she was smiling. Shocking the teenagers, they were even more shocked when their usually tired emotionless teacher ruffled their little sister's hair with a small smile on his face. Assuring them that if they couldn't find a babysitter in time she was always welcome to stay here. Nezu had taken a liking to her. And even if he didn't admit it, the twins realized that Mr. Aizawa liked her too.
For a girl who's barely ever taken a step out of their neighborhood, she sure was popular.
That night was lively, their house being filled with her blabbering again, something that hadn't happened in years. For the first time since their father returned from America and their mother left, warmth filled their home. They could only hope that it stayed.