Hi! I'm using this first chapter as a kind of epilogue, next chapter will be more information about my characters and any alterations to canon bnha! :)

[I don't own MHA]

Epilogue

"How's your packing going in there, Honey?" came the shout from downstairs. I sighed dejectedly, picking my way over stacks of books to open the door.

"It's fine Mum, I'll be done in time I swear," I turned to face the room, only a couple of boxes packed and sealed, the rest of my belongings spread out across the floor. It really shouldn't be taking me this long, after all, I'd almost completely packed everything up a few weeks ago, before the house move date was pushed backwards a month at the last minute. At that point, for some reason, I thought it would be good to unpack a bit because the thought of living out of boxes didn't seem so appealing. It was, I now realized, a mistake.

In a few short days, my mother and I would be moving to Musutafu from Tokyo, where we had lived for the entirety of my time in Japan. Originally, I was intending to attend the local high school, Seijin High School, a well-respected Hero school, but after my mother received a job offer elsewhere, I was forced to rethink my plans. Fortunately, the city we were moving too, as well as containing the specialist hospital where my mother would work, was also home to the famous U.A. Hero School, the best place in the country for aspiring heroes to train to become Pros.

The career of 'Pro Hero' was relatively new, coming around shortly after the development of superhuman abilities in society, called 'quirks'. These abilities ranged from incredible strength or speed to the ability to create or manipulate substances. Around 80% of the population had a quirk, me included. Most children inherited their quirk from their parents or developed a quirk which was a blend of the two. Rarely, a quirk could mutate to become completely different, or more powerful than the user's parent.

I was one of these rarities. My mother, Sara, has a quirk which allows her to sense pain, which helps her out in her job as a nurse. My father possessed the ability to heat or cool water, though not by much. When I was younger, my parents had thought me quirkless, as my abilities hadn't yet shown themselves. When they did, the ability to change air pressure had at first seemed totally useless to me. Others praised the power of my quirk, because of its range and strength, and told me that I had serious potential, but I'd always thought they only said that to make up for the fact that I was a 'late bloomer', never realizing the true extent of my abilities, at least until recently.

Before I get into the gritty details, you'll probably want to know a bit about me. Hi, I'm Kei Takada, half-English, half-Japanese, though I've lived in Japan since I was two. My mother, Sara, is an English nurse, specializing in deaf or blind patients. My father was Rikio Takada, businessman and accountant. He died when I was five, leaving me, my then nine-year-old brother Wakusei, and my mother. Until now, we've lived in the same house in Tokyo, but after my brother left to travel Europe, it felt strangely empty. My mother received the job offer six weeks ago, and after a short discussion, we decided to start anew in Musutafu. That brings us to now, after the move had been pushed back a month, and the school of my dreams, UA, had already been in session for most of its first term.

My life so far doesn't seem too bad, huh? Well, apart from the obvious tragedy of my father's death, but even then, the tragedies didn't stop. When I was seven and had just accepted that my quirk was useless for anything except creating little gusts of wind, I was caught up in an attack on a small bank and held up at the mercy of a villain. The heroes tried to capture the villain without injuring the civilians nearby, including me, who was trapped under some fallen debris, but the villain's quirk, small jets of fire, got out of control. I was taken to hospital with severe trauma to my eyes and face, as well as burns on 15% of my body, mostly my torso.

When I woke up, most of my body and face was covered in thick bandages, but I could hear muffled conversations and recognized my mother's voice. I'm told I blacked out after that, and don't remember screaming for my mum, but woke up again the next day. The doctor told me a simplified explanation of the scarring I'd have for the rest of my life, burns on the left of my stomach and shoulders, as well as thinner scars cutting across my forehead and eyes from debris. At that age, I thought scars were cool, so I wasn't too upset until the doctor reached the final details of my injuries. Because of the severity of trauma and heat from the attack, my eyes and pupils had suffered a lot of damage, and I wouldn't be able to see, ever.

Shocking, I know. You're probably wondering how I got from a helpless blind child with a pathetic quirk to a teenager planning on attending UA, so I'll tell you. During my long recovery, I slowly noticed changes in my senses, mostly my hearing, but also in the sensitivity of my hands, and later my feet. In a few weeks, my ears were so sensitive I had to wear earplugs in busy places because the quantity of noise was too much for me. Doctors told me it was related to my quirk, my ears were changing the air pressure instinctively to increase my hearing and make up for my loss of sight. By the time I was ten, I had learnt to use my hearing to detect vibrations in the air, and the deflection of sound waves, to build up an image in my head of the objects and space around me. I also started experimenting more with my quirk, wondering what else it could do. As it turns out, quite a bit. I won't get into the details now, but I can move easily and freely without the use of a cane, even through crowded areas like train stations, by using vibrations in the air.

Unfortunately, I never did grow out of my habit of becoming overstimulated in loud places, or when my hands touched something I could feel vibrations through, so I still have to wear headphones and gloves wherever I go, drawing more attention to me. It was this attention that ultimately led to my unsurprising diagnosis of anxiety, and my decision to grow my hair out until it completely covered my eyes and ever-present scarring.

Snapping out of my self-reflecting trance, I turned toward the mirror hanging in my room. I never understood why my mum insisted on hanging a mirror, something about interior design, it wasn't as if I could use it anyway. I could remember snippets of my reflection from before the accident, a round, childish face and dark, wavy hair. Every now and then I would ask my mother what I looked like, and she would describe me as a 'handsome young fellow', and I would laugh, and ask her again. According to her, and the few friends I'd asked to make sure she wasn't lying, my nose-length hair was wavy, black with streaks of blue that had grown in shortly after the 'incident'. The scars on my face that I could feel every time I brushed my hair over my forehead were paler than the rest of my skin, and hardly noticeable through the thick curtain of hair I hung over my eyes. It was my eyes, after all, which were the most striking- and intimidating- of my features. My eyes had been a deep ocean blue, but after being damaged they were wholly black, with no visible pupil, as I was told it had shrunk into non-existence, but with a slightly milky film on them, instantly betraying my lack of vision. What made them so striking was the blankness of my stare, which is why I chose to hide them behind my hair. Aside from my face, I was relatively unremarkable, of average height with slightly tanned skin, likely from spending every spare moment in a secluded part of the forest, practising and developing my quirk.

I turned back to the ever-present boxes, putting my headphones back on as I heard the morning rush-hour traffic begin a few streets away, and playing some music quietly to pass the time. I was folding away clothes, and sorting them by clothing item into three different boxes. It was a tedious task, as I had to feel for the detachable tag attached to its sleeve or neck, read the braille written there, and then refold it so that tag was easily accessible for whenever I wanted to wear it. Most of my clothes were simple jeans and t-shirts, but I had a couple of band shirts or plaid shirts that I liked to wear too. The labels on the clothes told me its size, colour, design and style, so that I could easily wear specific items of clothing. The majority of my clothes were dark, mainly black, grey and blue, but my favorite colour has always been yellow. Since I was little, I loved the brightness of it, it always seemed to represent happiness. Despite being unable to see it, I could distinctly remember the joy of yellow flowers, my favorite yellow wellies, and my father's yellow and black leather bracelet.

My mother had told me that the UA uniform was grey and green, with a red tie, and that their sports uniforms were an even more unattractive blue and white. I had had to wear their sports uniform during my entrance exam, which I had taken three weeks after the rest of the students. I'd had a recommendation from one of the local heroes in Tokyo after being found practicing creating gusts of wind in the forest- a little too close to the residential area. He'd told me to be more careful about where I practiced my quirk- obviously meaning to use a specially designed facility in the city- but I decided to take it as advice to simply move further from the city. He'd seen my quirk in action and recommended me to Seijin, almost guaranteeing my entry, but transferred the recommendation to UA when we informed him of our move. He grinned, telling me, "I always thought Seijin was below you kid; you'd be much better suited to UA anyway,". Because of my recommendation, UA agreed to allow me to take a later, separate exam, facing the same robots in the same situation as the other examinees, but without the presence of those prospective students. I'd passed, and was due to begin the school year with everyone else when the date we were due to move, a couple days before the start of the year, was pushed back. Because of my 'excellent' performance, I was granted rare permission to join the rest of the class at the beginning of the second term, after spending the first term at Seijin.

I won't deny being nervous- hell, I was terrified. Even without the thought of transferring after everyone has settled in and made friends was scary, I never had dealt well with people. I only hoped that the other students were kind enough to make friends with me, despite my late arrival.

Four hours of near-silent packing and one short lunch break later, my room was nearly packed up. It was strange, not being able to sense the plethora of items in my room, only sensing empty space and compact cubes stacked up against one wall.

I walked slowly downstairs, stopping the background music on my headphones and turning down the setting which stopped so much sound from reaching my ears. I heard footsteps from the kitchen, and as I continued to turn down the dial on my headphones, I built up an image in my head of hallway of my childhood home.

"You've definitely made progress down here mum!" I exclaimed, sounding more confident than I felt at the thought of leaving home.

I felt the change in my mothers facial expression, and heard the change in tone of her voice as she smiled at me, saying "Thank you dear, I'm guessing you made some decent progress on your room too?" she raised an eyebrow at me questioningly. I huffed in response, hearing her chuckle. "How do you feel about takeaway tonight then? As a reward for all your hard work," She moved into the kitchen, and I followed.

Grabbing a glass from the cupboard I took a sip of water, looking up at her from the glass, "Pizza? Please?" I pleaded, doing my best puppy dog eyes, and even though she couldn't see through my mop of hair, she sighed overdramatically, reaching for the phone. She'd been expecting that answer as I heard her quickly type in the number for the takeaway, clearly having looked it up just before.

I went to sleep that night happy, despite my growing anxiety about transferring to UA, and feeling more confident in my abilities than ever before.

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Hi again:) here's the first chapter of my first My Hero Academia FanFiction! This chapter is serving as an introduction to my OC, Kei Takada. The next chapter will be more information about them, and some alterations to the timeline of bnha. This story was first published by me about a month ago on Wattpad under the username Em0W0lf.

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-Entity (that's me!)

Word count: 2377

Date of publication: 10th February 2021