Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia
This has been something that's just been on my mind lately. Let me know if any of you guys thought of it too.
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White
The color white is his favorite.
He loves what it represents, the sense of purity, peacefulness, and harmony.
Yes, white is the symbolic representation of death. It is all he ever hoped for, all he ever aspired for because in death there would be no need to shed tears for his pain. In death, there would be no need to weep for the misery brought upon his being. In death, there would be no need to long for the sensual touch of another.
Yes, white is all he ever longed for, all he ever wanted to embody, all he ever hoped to embrace. So when his time came he welcomed white entirely, and for the first time in what felt like eons, he was happy.
White embraced him lovingly, soothingly. It enveloped him in its purity, washing away all his grief, his suffering, and loved him as a mother would.
He never wanted to leave, he never wanted to ever be sullied ever again.
The voices he heard from time to time tried to drown out his precious white, yet they were far too weak to overpower his savior, but it was persistent.
Time was irrelevant, there was no need to worry about such a flimsy concept, so he never seemed to wonder how long he was embraced by white or how long the voices persisted he never wanted to leave, but to his horror, he felt white's hold begin to loosen.
He protested doing his best, to keep a hold on his precious white, even the guarantee that it offered couldn't calm his nerves.
White's hold loosens once more.
He begged. He questioned why white was letting him go. He wanted to know what he did wrong even though white assured him he didn't do anything.
White said it's only natural. White represents purity, selflessness, but most of all second chances. Just like an artist has limitless possibilities on what to create on a blank canvas, he too has limitless possibilities on what he can do with his life.
What life? He already died once. There are no second chances in this entire universe; he knows that all too well. Even if there is, he doesn't want it. All he wants is to be embraced by white forever. It is a selfish thought, almost cruel, and he knows it's nothing, but parasitism. He gets everything out of it while white gets nothing, but a burden. He couldn't help it though; it was the one thing he's longed for since he could remember. He loves being drenched in its color and loves how it makes him feel.
The voices grow louder, and white's holds loosen once more.
White's weakening, its tone grows weaker with each passing moment and its voice more subdued. He should have known such a paradise couldn't last forever. He should have known that he could never truly be happy. He should have known that when fortune exists misfortune is always trailing behind.
Yet as he despairs, white assures him that he will be all right. He will be exuberant, far brighter than white could ever be.
He highly doubts that.
White's hold breaks.
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2 years and 6 months later
Location Tokyo
You have got to be kidding me!
I was forcefully dragged away from my beloved white, my sanctuary, my paradise, and was reborn against my will just to be forced to listen to this God-awful orchestra.
"OH FUCK, YES KEEP GOING, HARDER, HARDER!
I'm not even mad that I'm stuck here. Where is here? Here would be surrounded by these four graying walls, cracked ceilings, decrepit floors, appalling smells and…
"SHIT, YOU'RE RAILING SO DEEP UHHH!
Unwanted ensembles.
I'm not mad that I was dragged away from my eternal happiness (much) either. However, I'm absolutely livid that I have to be subjected to this God-awful torture.
"YEAH SLUT, COME UN, TIGHTEN UP THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TO SATISFY ME!"
Sigh, I'm confused. I don't really get it. Did white send me here or was I unwillingly pulled here? I hope it's the latter because the thought of my beloved white sending me away hurts more than I would like to admit it.
"SHIT IF YOU DO THAT I'M GONNA!"
"UGHHHH!
Their simultaneous release of pleasure is irritating.
The question I have is why in a fictional world? Not just any fictional world, but a world so random that your average four-year-old could develop calamity-inducing superpowers.
While I love the My Hero Academia ( or Boku No Hero Academia if you want to be annoying) franchise as well as several other popular shows and Manga I think many would agree that nobody should want to live in any of them.
Everyone always thinks of the best situation. If I was in Naruto I would be a super powerful leaf ninja. If I was in the Fairy Tail verse I would totally join the guild and make sure I'm an S rank wizard, If I was in one piece I'll join the Strawhats and set out on their grand adventures. Everyone has these perfect little scenarios where they believe their life is going to turn out so simple and amazing and it pisses me off.
Why? Because just because you're in another world doesn't mean life doesn't happen. If you were born in Naruto who's to say you would be born In Konoha, maybe you'll be born in the mist village. Who's to say you'll be able to join Fairy Tail? Maybe you were born as an ordinary villager and ended up as an inconsequential accident of stray magic. Who's to say you'll be able to join the Strawhats, maybe you'll end up a slave to the celestial dragons.
Everyone thinks their life would be so much better in these seemingly wonderful worlds, but that's only because the show constantly hammers you with the good side. If you ever meet a person who tells you, they want to be born in the backward savagery-filled lands of Naruto tell them to get HELP!
Just look at my situation. It took me 2 years to finally become aware and regain my true mind and not stare at everything in fascinating interest like an idiot, and the first thing I found out is that I'm poor, and I'm reborn to a quirkless nympho hooker who isn't even 19!
In conclusion, please think before you wish.
CREAK!
Hearing the annoying squeak of an old worn-out door from our tiny one bedroom apartment. I see a man come out with his pants loosely buckled, his hair a disheveled mess, a long sleeve button-up shirt that he couldn't be bothered to fix properly, and emitting an odor that absolutely reeks of sex.
I simply stare at him from my crib that's stationed in our meager living room temporarily as he puts on his shoes.
The man notices that I'm up and awkwardly waves at me. Judging by his uniform I'd say he's a cop. I'm not one to judge.
"Hehe, hey there champ I guess you heard all that huh. Your mom is great lady. You're very lucky to have her, in fact, she's so great you might see me again sometime." with his piece said the man chuckled at his own bad joke before he left our small little home.
It's sad to say, but he was one of the nicer ones. I remember much meaner, freakier people leaving this home of mine.
Using my little body with a familiarity I barely remember; I lean over my crib and fall ungracefully on the floor before getting up and running toward the bedroom. What I find is not really a pretty sight.
My mom was as naked as the day she was born, laying down in a cum filled orgasmic, twitching mess as she tries and fails to come back to her senses.
Sigh, at least he had the decency to put her on the bed. As I said, he's one of the nicer ones.
Using my little legs, I head for the bathroom to grab a washcloth and a small bucket of warm water enough for my little arms to carry. I bring it over and slowly and carefully wipe her down.
As I wipe her down. I notice her smooth, even breathing meaning she's fallen asleep. Looking at her features, her long beautiful black hair, and rich caramel skin I can only think of one thing.
Young.
Sadako Yoshina is far too young to be doing this. She can't be a day over 18. Yet she's a prostitute/hooker selling and showcasing her body just to make ends meet. What makes it worse is that she has a child she's been taking care of for the past 2 years. Sigh, she's better than this.
Taking out the cum filled condom trapped inside her nether regions and throwing it in a nearby garbage I decide to reflect. I'm in a universe where anyone can have the power of a calamity right at their fingertips at the tender age of 4. A world of chance, probability, and uncertainty. A world where heroes and villains are constantly at each other's neck. A world where I am now bound by blood to a woman who's in a terrible situation.
I can fix this easily. I truly can, but why should I. This is exactly the type of shit I left, the kind of crap that got me killed, that kind of misfortune that made my life utterly miserable. I tried so hard only to come up terribly short. Is it because of this power that I've been given? My so-called quirk. The power of a literal God.
They think that now that I have a little power in my hands that I'm gonna, gonna, gonna….
Sigh, save a misfortunate woman from her assumed fate.
Wiping off the last of her body I wrung the now soiled towel and threw it in the hamper while grabbing the dirty water and dumping it in the tub.
Why am I such a sucker? Sure, her situation is sad, sure it is not like she set herself up for this and yet at the same time…
Exiting the bathroom, I climb on the bed and stare at my supposed mother. She looks so heavenly right now, not a care in the world, but I know the truth. I've known for some time. Running my hand along her fine skin I decided to look just one more time. My hands glows a bright gold and I activate my power
HEAVEN'S DOOR.
My mothers body unfurls as numerous pages reveal themselves from every section of her body. Pretty soon a disturbing sight revealed itself to me as Sadako was now nothing more than mere pages for me to read. Her deepest darkest secrets all open for me to find out and there's not a thing she could do about it.
Sadako Yoshina Real name: Minori Biwa
Age 19
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Overall summary
Born in the year 2116 in the Aichi Prefecture in Sanatanori Hospital. Minori belonged to the prestigious Biwa family as the 6th child and lived luxuriously for the majority of her life. She was fed, clothed, and accompanied by only the best and there was never anything that she was denied. Due to this, she grew up spoiled and entitled even though she was never born with a quirk. Because she was born as the 6th child there were never any expectations from her parents, and she never developed any real-life skills believing that her family will always provide for her needs. By her 14th birthday, Minori experienced the greatest horror of her life as her entire family was murdered by a group unknown to her. She barely got away with her life only because of a series of coincidences, smart thinking, and luck as she escaped to the Saitama Prefecture scared penniless, and alone.
She soon ventured into the red-light district trying to lie low and hopefully come up with a plan for how she would survive when she was suddenly attacked and raped in a back alley. She describes this as her changing point because it was this that led her to the joys of intercourse. Since she was an early bloomer Minori was very developed so she faked her age saying she was 18 changed her name and joined a low-to-ground Bordello called "FREE" where she engaged in numerous sexual encounters to not only pay for her meager living expenses, but to feed her hypersexuality which allowed her to forget about the haunting experience that she continuously has nightmares about to this day of her families murder.
By the age of 16, she became pregnant with her son Shirio who she only kept because the men that frequented the Bordello found pregnant women attractive and were also sexually aroused by breast milk allowing her to gain more money than usual. Minori understands she was not fit to be a mother and planned to drop off the newborn to the nearest orphanage soon after he was born, but she couldn't do so as she quickly became attached to him.
She tries her best to provide for them both but realizes that providing for a child is much more difficult financially than she believed.
Minori believes that it's wrong to keep her son tied to her considering she can't provide for him but can never go through with abandoning him as he is her only connection left.
She finds him to be an admittedly quiet boy who doesn't want much but has been reassessing her opinion of him in the last 6 months as he displays an intelligence far beyond his age. She believed his quirk came in which caused the difference in personality.
Minori never hid her work life or unusual tendencies from her son because she wanted him to see her for who she is. Despite her bold claim, she is secretly terrified of what he would think of her as he grows up and would be heartbroken if he was ashamed to have a mother like her. Overall Minori's values only add up to three things in this world going from the order of most important to least. Sex, money, and her son.
Tragic.
My mother is quite literally a walking misfortune. A woman who had everything taken away from her and suffers from hypersexuality as a form of coping.
Should I erase her thoughts? Erase her cravings. With Heaven's Door, it would be so simple, but I'm not sure what effect that will have. Despite myself, I care for this woman. This person that raised me for nearly 3 years was a woman with many flaws, but a person who tried their best.
I…I want to go back to white. I honestly just want to die and be embraced by white again.
I honestly don't care that I have the power to change the world, because I don't care about the world, to begin with. I've given up on life and couldn't care less about what happened to the people living there, but… but white told me that they represent second chances, even though I want no such thing I don't want to disrespect their gift.
They gave me this power, whether as a joke or symbolic meaning. Heaven's Door is a power that can manipulate and erase anyone's memory. A tool I would have dreamt of having in my old life. A tool that I have fully at my disposal right now.
But as much as I hate to admit it, I can't just leave this woman by herself, at least in a situation as horrid as this. Leaning down I decide to write one thing in her entry
"Sweet dreams."
Slowly my mother's body starts to pull itself back together as I let my power fade leaving her just as I found her.
Climbing in bed with my naked mother I snuggle up to her as I have one last fading thought.
I'm in my hero Academia world. A world of heroes and villains is a child's dream. I don't care for either side, but if I had to choose just this once, I'll choose to be the hero that my mom so desperately needs. Once that's completed, I'll finally be able to go back to white without any regrets.
I'll finally be able to die in peace.
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Yup, so just something that been in my head for a while. Heaven's door has always been my favorite stand because while all the other stands are cool in all their mostly just meant for battle. I always admired the stands that you can use in everyday life.
My top 5 are
Heaven's Door
Paisley Park
Bringing down the house
Harvest
Pearl Jam
(Notable mention for the stand Hey Ya)
