Her vision fades in and out. Black, white and gray stirred together into a blurry figure of a school. Dotted with faded colors of morning glories on the roof and fences, pouring from the roof to the ground in a waterfall of hazy vines.

Like an illusion.

"so what's the quirkless loser doing here?"

Akemi tenses up. Amber eyes wide as she slowly turned. Across the misty darkness stood a boy, young and pale haired and malicious and leering, so short but he still looms over her like a predator over its pray.

"I have a quirk." Akemi answers. Her voice not her own. Young and trembling and annoyed but scared, and suddenly she wasn't fifteen anymore but six again, a child much, much frailer and smaller than the one before her.

"Liar." The child laughs. "You are quirkless, or do you want a quirk so bad you drove yourself crazy? Oopsie! Everyone run away! Akemi-chan's gone crazy! Run away before she goes nuts like the lady down the road!"

"I have a quirk."

She has a quirk now. Papa will love her now. Papa won't hit her now. The basement is a bad, bad place, but papa won't put her there anymore.

The child laughs and leers at her. He's alone. He's alone with no one around to back him up or to help him. It's one child against another.

He laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs. The small patch of yellowing grass they were standing on expands and the familiar clearing that haunts her forms around them, turning the previously hazy memory sharp like the razors she used to own and vivid as the vibrant morning glories that grew, and is still growing, in this secluded primary school yard.

Akemi is so familiar with this she already knows what's to come, so she silently mouths along to the words.

"You do?" He sneered, his hand sparks with his quirk, which glows with bright blue lightning arches. "Then why don't you use it?"

"I can't." She says, she parrots her own words, nine years ago. "Mama told me not to. I'll hurt myself."

"Ha! So you're a liar! Liar!" The boy laughs, "Wait till I tell everyone tomorrow, they're all gonna laugh at you, liar!"

She flinches. "I'm not." Her voice cracks. It's so trivial. Something so trivial but so horrible to a child's ears. "I have a quirk!"

Her voice raises. Her anger bubbles.

"No you don't! Liar liar pants on fire!" Laughter. Laughter so malicious and mocking and hateful. "Quirkless liar! Loony w-weirdo! Crazy!"

He grabs her, and Akemi screams. Pain fills her every vine and her nerves screams. She screams. As the electricity burns and splits her skin, singeing her hair and cloths before she collapsed, vision fuzzy with pain and exhaustion. At her peripherals, morning glories bloomed.

Boils.

The boy laughs again. He laughs as Akemi trembled with agony, too weak to ever use her own quirk to help. He kicks her, again. Again. And again.

"No wonder no one loves you, freak!"

And overflows.

The next thing Akemi knows, she's screaming. She's screaming and lashing out at the boy with a golden-tinted hand. She's screaming and scratching and lunging at him, barely aware of what she was doing but for the need to hurt hurt hurt and revenge revenge revenge, nothing else. Nothing else. The boy falls as the familiar golden glow of Sorcery lashes out like writhing sneaks and drained him dry, as Akemi pulled her fist back and punched the child over and over again, tears blurring her vision until nothing was left.

She didn't stop, she never did. She just kept going.

Kept moving.

Kept punching.

Until the body beneath hers' stopped moving, until there was a slick, metallic liquid coating the front of her fist, until afternoon's faded into evening in this small, secluded schoolyard, until her tears dried and what was left was a pair of horribly dry eyes and red, red, red.

The old school building looms over them, shrouded by morning glories. Beneath the vines, the security camera gleams maliciously with a promise of what's to come.

When she finally stopped, panting with stuttering breaths and shaking shoulders, the boy was barely recognizable. The front of her dress was stained with red, the scent of blood fill her nose, and the child lay unmoving, not breathing beneath her.

Akemi sits up, trembling like a leaf as she looked down at the body with unsympathetic eyes, then swiftly to the twilight sky.

Around them, the morning glories glow red.

In a small cell in Kamino, Akemi screams.


Current Poll Results~ (from both the poll and the reviews)

Akemi's paring:

Todoroki Shouto: 26

Midoriya Izuku: 7

Ueno Hibiki: 7

Bakugou Katsuki: 5

Iida Tenya: 3

Dabi: 1

Iida Tensei: 1

Kaminari Denki: 1

Seiba Hiroi: 0

Others (Please state in review!)


Hibiki's pairing:

Shinsou Hitoshi: 9

Kimura Akemi: 7

Iida Tenya: 4

Midoriya Izuku: 0

Seiba Hiroi: 0

Todoroki Shouto: 0

Others (Please state in review!)


And there you have it. That is what Geikyō has hanging over Akemi's head. Not everyone can control their emotions all the time, and with quirks being the norm, I think incidents like this would be more common than one wouldn've liked. Like Eri.

Akemi's bad temper, much like Kōki, came from Geikyō. Comparing the two, Kōki is much more irritable and easily jumps to conclusions. Her tempers comes in short and smaller bursts. Akemi however, her anger is usually dragged out and repressed, so when she blows up it's very destructive.

Also, Sorcery is the manipulation of energy, this just further enhanced her emotions and made things worse.

Onto the comment(s)!

To darkpaladin89: Yay, Marmy!!! Kōki would love to hug her. Oh, and so would Todoroki. (Just wait a sec I'll be adding that to the discord bot)

To AsperoGirl; Thank you! Updates comes weekly, so be sure to check in every Tuesday (or Monday night depending on your time zone)! I'm really grateful for all my readers, I wouldn't've made it to this chapter without y'all! As for the OC, I'll see if I can fit her in for a cameo, but without a full profile of theor personality, background and details it's hard to fit in a character not created by yourself, or at least, a character which you're not involved in the creation process. It took a long time for me to solidify Akemi's personality and mentality, and a long time to get it right in my writing, but I'll try!

I have a discord server where I share art for my fic (and my original stuff) or just chat, (commands for summoning Akemi and co. recently added) link here:

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