Ready To Go


She skipped along the sidewalk, her Butterfly covered sundress flowing around her. She had a huge smile across her face, and in her tiny 4 year old hands, she held a freshly picked daisies that she recovered from the playground about a block away.

"Izuku! Look!" The little girl ran up to a small green haired boy with big green eyes and freckles, who was wearing a white shirt with All Might on the front, with a huge smile plastered on her face. He turned his head to face the girl. She held up the daisies in front of his face.

"Aren't they pretty?" She said happily while rocking on the balls of her feet. Izuku's eyes lit up, and her smile spread from her face to his.

"They are! Where'd you find them?" She pointed to the corner of the fenced in playground, where a cluster of daisies were growing. The little boy faced a green-haired woman sitting on a bench a few feet away. The lady chuckled and nodded, the two sped off to the corner and started picking daisies, the little girl's tail wagging of happiness.

"I'm going to pick some for Mama and Papa!" She turned and tilted her head. Izuku followed her movement, but with a more confused look.

"What?" He watched her pick up a hand full of flowers and lean closer. His face started turning red.

"Don't move…" She ordered as she started weaving the daisies into his hair. When she finished, she sat back on her legs and admired her handywork. There were flowers sticking out of his hair in every direction, it reminded her of a bush full of flowers, she silently laughed at that.

"Cool!" He said while feeling his hair, she only smiled and continued to pick the little white flowers.

"Yamiyo! It's 4:30! Time for you to go home!" The green-haired lady called. Yamiyo pouted, but she understood.

"Coming Auntie Inko!" She picked up a handful of daisies and walked over to her, Izuku right on her heels.

When they gathered everything needed, they started making their way to her house.

"I hope Kacchan feels better… he's been sick for a few days now.." Izuku thought out loud. Yamiyo turned her head.

"It's his fault.. I told him not to eat the berries…" She mumbled as she locked her eyes onto the corner ahead of them. Izuku mumbled something, but that's not what she was paying attention to. There was a little Creamy white house on the corner, it had a deep gray door with shutters framing the windows. Just by looking at it, you could tell it had multiple stories. But.. the lights were off inside and the curtains were closed, something people almost never see at her house.

All three stopped and stared at the house, a wave of unease surrounded them as they slowly crept up to the door. Yamiyo gripped the doorknob in her tiny hands and turned it, peeking into the house. The smell of blood was so strong it caused her to cover her mouth and nose, when she looked around again, her eyes widened and her ears lowered to the sides of her head and she dropped the fistfull of daisies she was holding.

Infront of her, three motionless bodies laid in the kitchen and living room, a hooded figure stood in the middle of it all.

"Mama, Papa… Kiko-san?" The girl whispered, the hooded figure twitched and slowly turned their head to the front door, the little girl shook with fear as her body froze, and her eyes, somehow, widened even more. Her eyes stared at a faceless man, only his mouth wasn't scarred over, he raised his hand and opened his mouth, then...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

She violently jolted, chest rising and falling quickly with her sharp intakes of breath. With clammy, trembling hands, she slowly gripped the front of her shirt. She could feel her heart beating wildly beneath her fingers. She rubbed her thumb along the side of one of the buttons on her pajama shirt.

She put her left arm behind her as she propped herself up into a semi sitting position. She looked over to her nightstand and noted that her alarm clock was still beeping. She reached over and pressed the button, the movement committed to muscle memory at this point.

With a heavy sigh, she fully sat up and pressed her palm to her forehead, staring at her white sheets pooling around her lap.

Again… can't they just stop becoming dreams for one night?!

She grumbled angrily as she stared at her desk towards her left. She could barely make out the corner of her laptop beneath the books and loose leaf papers laying across the desk's surface. She stared at the All Might and Edgeshot figurines standing on her desk, they were in the top right corner and safely out of the way of her mess.

The face was new… but… who has that face?! Why would anyone look like that?!

She darkly laughed at herself. She was such a hypocrite. She really isn't in any position to say anything about people's looks when she herself wasn't attractive, at least in her opinion.

She stared at the small open jewelry box on her desk. It's colors were extremely faded out of age, and the stickers were almost impossible to decipher and they started peeling slightly. There was a strip of tape on the front portraying a name, but it was impossible to read due to the bad handwriting and the fact that the marker was almost rubbed off.

On the inside was a ballerina on a small platform frozen in an Arabesque. Although the ballerina was frozen, there was still a calming elegance to it. It almost looked like the small girl would jump out of the box and begin elegantly dancing.

There wasn't much inside other than a few stud crescent moon earrings, a worn wedding ring, a bracelet, and a sticky note that the pencil marks were smudged all across the paper. Although it was hard to tell, it read, "Good luck my Little Boo! Break a leg!".

She tore her eyes away from the jewelry box and swung her legs off the bed, her feet flat on the round, white fluffy rug.

She heard three raps on her bedroom door and raised her head to stare at it. "Come in." She called after a second of staring.

The door handle turned and her adoptive brother leaned in the doorway. "Yamiyo, time to get ready, we only have an hour." He stated. She sighed and smirked playfully.

"Should'a set my alarm if you wanted me up early." She leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees.

"You really want to do this right now?" He narrowed his red eyes slightly, although she could tell in his eyes that he didn't mean it in a rude way.

"Alright, alright. Get out so I can change. Have Dark Shadow fix your feathers, some of them are sticking out. I'd think for this special of a day that you would at least try Fumikage." Yamiyo snickered as she stood.

"Just get dressed." Fumikage said before closing the door. She could hear Dark Shadow laughing through the slab of wood.

Yamiyo smiled as she stretched her arms over her head, which turned into a broad yawm showcasing her sharp canines.

She dropped her arms and stepped over to her dresser, only to have something shiny catch her eye. She turned her head and stared at the full body mirror she had leaning against the far wall.

She stared at her form, her eyes traced over the scar over her right eye. It started at about just over her eyebrow and trailed down to just below her cheekbone. Her left eye was purple, but her right was a pastel violet. That eye seemed to be missing a pupil as well, although that never really hindered her sight because it was there, just very hard to see. Everything was just a bit blurry in her right eye.

Her eyes trailed over the scars littered all over her arms and legs, some looked more ragged and sharp, some seemed to be burn marks, and others just looked like clean cuts. Her ears twitched in her reflection and her tail swayed slightly behind her legs.

With slight disgust in her features, she tore her eyes away from the full body mirror and got to work putting on her School Uniform . She slipped on long black gloves and put on thick black tights to conceit the scars on her legs and eyes. She risked a glance at the full boy mirror and she studied her uniform to make sure it looked presentable.

Her white button down shirt was covered by a black jacket with white edges. She wore a red plaid skirt that just passed over her knees. She smoothed down the skirt and continued to get ready.

Once she finally put on the stubborn bow tie, she grabbed the backpack by her door and slipped out of her room. She was sure to not step on anything that laid on her floor, the majority was clothing while others were some askew books and whatnot.

The moment she closed the door, she was hit with the smell of breakfast. Her socks slapped against the hardwood floor, muffling her footsteps.

"Put that down, Dark Shadow!" Yamiyo smiled as she stepped into the kitchen/dining room/living room space. She watched Dark Shadow scowl before setting down the pan he had picked up. If she were to guess, he got bored and started swinging it around for 'fun'.

"Yamiyo!" Dark Shadow rushed over and practically shoved his head under her hand. She chuckled as she started rubbing his head and walking over to Fumikage who had turned to her.

He was wearing the same uniform, minus the skirt and plus the deep maroon pants. (I didn't know what school Tokoyami went to, so I don't know what uniform he had.) Fumikage stared at her before putting down whatever was in his hand and walked over to her. "Hold still, your bow tie is crooked."

Yamiyo complied and stood still as he grabbed the ends and started turning the bow tie and shifting it until it was straight. Once he was done, he dropped his arms and walked back towards the cooking food. "It's almost done, go sit down."

Yamiyo turned and walked over to the dining table, taking the end seat and dropping the backpack next to her seat. Dark Shadow laid on her lap and cooed in content as she continued to rub his head. "That smells good, Fumikage! You're getting better at cooking."

"Yeah, but I could still improve." He called back. She heard the clatter of dishes from the kitchen and sunk further into her seat. "You know, you could make breakfast instead of me… everyday."

Yamiyo chuckled. "You know I can't cook anything. Unless you want coal for breakfast, please, let me cook for the both of us." She laughed. She felt Dark Shadow bounce in her lap with howls of laughter as Fumikage let out a few low laughs of his own in the kitchen.

He soon walked out with two small bowls, each with a pair of chopsticks. "You could learn with me?" He placed the bowl of Onsen Tamago in front of her while he took his own and sat next to her.

"Literally everything I touch while cooking is destined to burn. You know this." Yamiyo clapped her hands together before grabbing her chopsticks.

There were a few minutes of comfortable silence between them. Yamiyo occasionally offered a whining Dark Shadow bits of her food while Fumikage objected and scolded his quirk, soon making Dark Shadow return to him.

"Have Mother and Father said anything yet?" Yamiyo didn't even need to look at the groupchat to answer.

"I doubt it… they're always so busy. You know how rare it is for us to even get a call in if they are awake while we are." Yamiyo clenched her chopsticks a bit tighter than necessary.

Fumikage didn't respond and they finished their breakfast in silence.

Yamiyo quickly scooped up the dirty dishes and threw them into the sink. She quickly grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulders before rushing over to the door and sliding on her shoes.

"Ready?" Fumikage opened the door and waited by the doorframe. Yamiyo nodded and followed him out, closing the door and locking it with a goldish key.

They both kept pace with each other as they made their way towards the train station. It wasn't too far, but it wasn't right around the corner either.

Yamiyo stared at her feet for a good while. She tugged on the edge of her sleeve and turned to the avian boy next to her. "Hey… Fumikage?"

"Yes?" He turned to look at her. Although his face was void of emotion, his gaze never ceased to make her shiver slightly.

"If we pass-"

"When." Yamiyo smiled slightly and regained some confidence.

"When we pass the exam and make it into the hero course… do you think that... they will be accepting?" Yamiyo's eyebrows turned upwards and she pulled the sleeve lower on her arm.

Fumikage stopped walking and Yamiyo did as well. A hand was on her shoulder and she looked back up at Fumikage. "If they aren't accepting, Dark Shadow and I will help you. I'm certain the teachers will help as well. I highly doubt they will let bad behavior slide, especially in the Hero Course." Yamiyo smiled and wrapped her arms around her brother in a quick hug before she pulled away.

"Well… let's get going!" Yamiyo smiled and started to quickly speed walk away, Fumikage having to jog slightly to catch up to her.

She couldn't help but feel nervous. She had never thought that she would be applying to UA, the best Hero School in all of Japan. In all honesty, she thought she would never have her life back five years ago, but here she was.

She looked up at the sky and smiled sadly. She watched the clouds roll along the sky and she had to move her head to avoid looking at the sun.

I will become a hero! I won't let you down!


Hey! So, welcome to my fanfiction!

This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now, and I decided to actually post it here! Hooray!

To those of you who have been reading this fanfic for a while, I've rewritten this chapter! Hope you enjoyed this 'new' chapter!


Disclaimer!

I do not own My Hero Academia, and I do not own its characters. The only thing I own are my OC's, nothing more. All credit goes to the creator

of My Hero Academia, Kōhei Horikoshi!