Chapter 2. The having fun part of it.

I was laying In bed browsing the 24th century version of youtube, Mina in the bunk above me. I wanted the top bunk cause I don't want to be fucking crushed if there's ever an earthquake. But I was told I would be fine so was placed at the bottom. I got the charger at least. But that's besides the point. I was browsing the recommended section when I saw a video.

"Entitled lady tries to steal emotional support dog when she wasn't allowed to pet it"

I looked at the title for a few seconds before getting an Idea.

"MINA!" I yelled as I kicked the boards on the top bunk.

"OW! YEAH! WHAT IS IT!" She yelled back, hitting her head on the ceiling.

"I think I've just had the best idea I've ever had." I said.

"Hear me out, Emotional support animal." I said, letting Mina process what I'd said. Minas head popped out from the top bunk with a smug grin on her face.

"What are the options?" She asked.

"Everything." I responded as I matched her grin. I talked to her for about 5 more minutes about it before going down to the dinner table to beg Mom and Dad. And The next therapy session I came out with a slip that would give me an emotional support animal of my choice from this place that was just around the corner. It was easier than expected. Me and Mina had wrote a script about how I was suffering from frequent panic attacks and other shit like that. But as soon as I brought up the subject to my therapist she facepalmed.

"Why haven't I thought of this sooner?"

I was surprised to say the least. Now I was outside of the professional pet shop, feeling like I had pulled the golden ticket out of a willy wonka chocolate bar. It was however unfortunate that they only had one animal left, but it was one that I'd pick over any other. I came out of that place with a raccoon on a leash. Immagine Mina, Mom and Dads surprise when I came home with a fucking domestic trash panda.

"Oh my god Ckahte, you said you were gonna get a dog." Said Mom, her soul leaving her body as she fawned over the little thief.

"They only had one left. And I'd choose this little fella over any k9." I said, a bit offended for my new furry friend.

"So, what are you going to name him?" Dad asked.

"Well dad, you probably know by now that I'm not good with names. So I had to make it something I could remember. So I've decided to name him, Wanker.

Dad's soul left his body along with Mom. They both sank and had nothing to say. Mina busted out laughing. Bending over, slapping her knee. I chose the name because it was funny. And because I was going to remember it.

"Just so you know, we're not going to be walking and feeding that thing." Dad said as he regained himself.

"Oh I know, It's my raccoon." I said protectively.

"I can take him out sometimes." Mina said as she swooped Wanker upp into her arms.

"Yeah that's great. Look how cute he is!" I said as I tickled his stomach with my finger. He stretched his little hands to grab my finger.

"AWWWW!" I said as he did it.

"Well, I hope you and, Wanker get along great, dinner will be ready in 30." Mom said emphasising Wankers name.

"Oh believe me, we will." I said as I took him out of Mina's grasp , much to her dismay. I cradled him in my arms as I went up the stairs to our room. While in there I tried my best to teach him everything you would teach a dog, like sit, stay, and lay down. To little success. It's like he had an attitude when it came to being told what to do. It didn't make sense how he was actually qualified to be an emotional support animal. He was lazy and a douchebag. The only thing I was able to teach him how to do was steal. He was still really cute though and making him grab things like Minas phone. And with stealing he learned how to attack. There was no command to this, I just pointed to the object of my choice and gave him a glare. And after a few seconds he would go into some sort of blind rage and attack the desired object. But by the end of the day he had only learned those two. When I brought him to school the next day I was the topic of the day. But I only allowed My friends to pet him and play with him. I wasn't going to hoe out my racc on his first day. This sentence gave me an idea for my hero costume. Now It was March 2400, 4 months before the entrance exam. We had already done the career path shit last year so I had already written down where I wanted to go, and that was still UA. School was going out in 2 months. Me and Mina had started to train physically for the exam. Going to a tidy beach to do some active combat training. I'd been going to the gym ever since I started living with the ashidos. So I wasn't scrawny by any means. I was around 5'9 with dirty blonde hair combed into a curly middle part. I rocked an unshaved french moustache and a pair of sunglasses that made me look like Dame Edna that I found at the kids section in a clothes store. I can admit to giving myself finger guns through the mirror in the mornings. Me and Mina were perfect sparring partners. I was fast and knew how to fight somewhat due to getting into mixed martial arts before I got here. And she was a flexible dancer who knew how to wrestle. She made up where I was lacking and vice versa. She'd beat me when we were not using quirks and I would beat her. My quirk allowed me to move fast and hit hard, and when I was using it on myself it didn't drain much stamina. So I could dodge the acid she threw out, blink to her side, boop her nose, and line up for a finishing jaw punch. When It came to non quirk battles she would be the one on the offensive. She'd run forward with a barrage of kicks that I'd have no option but to block or grapple. Blocking would hurt, and grabbing her legs is what she wants. She would let me drag her in before jumping, hooking her leg around my neck, leveraging her weight to tip me backwards, place her other knee on my chest, and knock the wind out of me as we landed. I think this hurt just as much as a hard punch to the jaw. These scenarios would happen in the beginning of our training and by the end of it, it was a bit more equal. Around a week before the exam Mina surprised me by covering her entire body in flowing acid that would burn to the touch. This would make it so that all she had to do was grab me and I would give up. This was her ultimate move and she could only pull it off for about 2 minutes. I had however furthered my martial art skills, now parrying her kicks instead of blocking them. This would allow me to trade blows with her. Yielding to an ineffective strategy. Wanker would sit to the side when we were fighting. I swear I could hear him laugh every time I lost. The fat fuck didn't do anything himself. I had started to make him pay for his own food. Getting him to hassle 6 year olds for their money. Either pick pocketing it from them or hissing while on his hind legs. He still didn't know how to sit, only the two tricks he learned the first day I was with him. He was however a master of what he knew.