Souseiki Yabe walked along the street kicking a stone along the sidewalk. Her gaze focused on the terrain. She silently hoped the concrete would shift in some way, but nothing came of it. Instead, those with quirks that physically changed their appearance lost it for mere seconds as she passed by. A man who had red, scaly skin from afar stood shocked as he noticed his skin turn a slight tan color as she passed by, but it quickly turned back after she turned a corner.
Her hands held tightly onto the straps of her backpack as she looked up and realized she had entered an alley. "Oh," she mumbled staring at the rock she was kicking and turned back around. Her shoes scraped along the sidewalk as she exited the alley. "I should get home," she mumbled to herself. Mrs. Yabe was never really concerned for her safety, especially with the quirk she had, no one was brave enough to attack anyone without the use of their quirk these days. Despite that, Mrs. Yabe still wanted to have her daughter home early.
The girl would have continued walking home, but then there was a scream. A loud, heart-wrenching scream. The sound filled her ears and made her skin crawl. "We need a hero!" Someone screamed off in the distance. Hearing such an announcement Souseiki new she just had to stick around longer now. She padded back and looked around through the alley's to see where the commotion was going on. Her tracks quickly stopped. No group was formed and there was no villain. The call for help was definitely for a different situation, but another odd situation caught her eye.
Just down an alley across the street, she saw a teen boy around her age. He was dressed in all black with dismembered hands grasping onto his arms and face. He was dragging his feet along the street. Souseiki couldn't help but watch him as he made his way to a porch where two older men stood drinking a bottle of booze. "The hell are you, man?" Spoke one of the men loudly.
"That's creepy as shit, man. The hell do you want?" Shouted the other in shock as they all watch the man with dismembered hands reach out his own. The two men put their hands up ready to pick a fight, but Souseiki gasped loudly as she watched the two men were shrouded in darkness, then burst into nothing.
The blue-haired teen turned his head eerily slow and looked at the girl between the hand's fingers. She stared back at his dark eyes. The murdering teen ran across the street quickly and clasped her head in his hands, but nothing happened. His eyes widened staring straight into the girl's. "What-" he trailed off. His fingers shook as he slowly released his grip on Souseiki. "What the fuck?"
"Don't take it personal," Souseiki said with anxious words. "My quirk nullified your own. Everyone becomes normal with me," she said as she stared at the murderous boy, who stared at his own hand. Souseiki quickly shoved her hands against the boy's chest. The second he lost his balance she ran off in the direction of her neighborhood. Various times she looked back but didn't see the blue-haired boy. This realization didn't stop her from running; however, it made her run faster.
By the time she reached her home, Souseiki's lungs burned. Her hand was to her chest as if it would help and her inhales were sharp. "Honey!" Shouted Mrs. Yabe as she peered around the kitchen's entrance. "You're home. Did you run?" She asked soon concerned as she walked out while wiping her hands dry with a washcloth. "Souseiki, you look like you've seen death," she commented as she set the back of her hand on her daughter's forehead.
"I'm fine," Souseiki responded swatting away her mom's hand. "Just saw some villain do something horrible,"
exhaled, "With his quirk?" The young girl nodded. "Did a hero get there?" She shook her head. "Why didn't you hold the villain down or stay near them, Souseiki? You could have helped. Nothing would have happened to you,"
The young Yabe's brows knitted together before she briskly walked past her mom. "Thanks for the concern," she mumbled under her breath.
Her mom followed her quickly and attempted to explain herself, "I'm just saying, sweetie! You need to be more out there! That's what makes a great hero." Mrs. Yabe stopped at her daughter's bedroom door and watched as she dropped her backpack at the foot of her white wooden desk. "Use Mrs. Bakugou's kid, for example, he's what, four years younger than you? That little walking grenade has the confidence of a male peacock! He has so many friends and little followers at his age."
"Congrats to him!" Souseiki huffed as she turned sitting at her desk and bring out a notebook, "I'd like to also mention that you're comparing me to an eleven-year-old!"
Mrs. Yabe sucked her teeth and rubbed her temples. "You're not understanding my point, Souseiki."
"I am. Let me make this clear. He has a quirk. He can easily beat someone. I have my fists and that's it." Seeing as she wouldn't get through to her daughter, Mrs. Yabe turned on her heel and returned to finish dinner.