Before we begin this story, please note that the songs included in this fanfiction do not belong to me. They belong to the rightful owners, who are Nirvana, My Chemical Romance, Cheap Perfume, Paramore, and Bikini Kill. Thank you.
The song was an old one. A very old one. But it was a good one. Scratch that, it was a great one. Mizuchi wondered if she were the only one in Japan who knew it existed. She couldn't even remember how she had come across it. Maybe it was a related track from one of her playlists? Who knows. Regardless, it was her new favorite song, one that she listened to on repeat for days and days on end without growing tired of it.
Load up on guns,
Bring your friends,
It's fun to lose and to pretend,
She's over-bored and self-assured,
Oh no, I know a dirty word…
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, ho-
Mizuchi was interrupted by a loud knock on her door. She pulled out her earbuds and slid off of her bed, padding across the wooden floor in her favorite fuzzy blue socks. She turned the battered silver knob and pulled the door open. Her aunt stood at her door, a sweet smile on her face.
"Oh, hey, Auntie Shino, what's up?" Mizuchi asked casually, leaning against the doorframe.
Auntie Shino tilted her head to the side. "Honey, it's about time we consider what high school you should attend. The Pussycats and I can't homeschool you forever."
Mizuchi looked down at her feet. She never had a problem going to public schools, the only trouble she had with public schools was the people who went there. Especially the teachers.
Well… Mizuchi had to cut some of the kids some slack. She knew they weren't trying to be insensitive. It wasn't their fault they never knew. Mizuchi couldn't help but think about all the times kids asked those kinds of questions.
"What does your mom do?" One person would always ask her when they began talking about their parents and their amazing jobs.
"Do your parents have cool quirks?" Another would ask when the topic of quirk inheritance came up in science class.
The truth was, Mizuchi didn't have parents. Not anymore. The dark-haired girl pretended to ignore the pitiful glances that were cast her way when her surname was mentioned. She had feigned ignorance when overhearing the teachers talking about her. She liked to pretend. It made her feel better.
But the truth was… her parents had been killed at the line of duty. An honorable death, yes, but in the eyes of a ten-year-old girl and her five-year-old brother… it was like they had left the two out in the open to fend for themselves. Mizuchi took the death of her parents hard, but Kota had taken it even harder. 5 years had passed… and he still hadn't changed. Mizuchi shook herself out of her memories and returned to reality.
"Sure," She said nonchalantly, shrugging. "I'll look at applications online." Mizuchi moved to shut the door, but her aunt stopped her. Her sweet smile disappeared, having been replaced with a worried look. Mizuchi furrowed her brow.
"Sweetie… I know going to school is hard… but if you still want to become a hero…" Mizuchi sighed, exasperated. She hurried to close the door.
"I know, I know, mom. I still do. I'll look into it." She said dismissively, shutting the door. She sighed and slumped against the door, sliding down the wood until her body met the ground with a soft 'thud'. She bit her lip, looked down at her phone, and hit play. Her music resumed.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous!
Here we are now, entertain us!
I feel stupid, and contagious!
Here we are now, entertain us…
