Chapter 1: Yuuki Kazuto hates himself
Quiet, shy, and weak.
Quiet, shy, and weak.
Quiet, shy, and weak.
Yuuki Kazuto is often described by these words. His classmates, teachers, parents, and strangers saw him as quiet, shy, and weak. His bangs and glasses shield his eyes. A red scarf covers half his face and he speaks only when spoken to. His shoulders always hunched like he's trying to hide. He never pushes back; always going along with whatever others' want. He's quiet, shy, and weak. Or at least that's how he's seen. Yuuki Kazuto was seen as quiet, shy, and weak; and eventually began to accept that. He too thought of himself as quiet, shy, and weak. He internalized this behavior to the point that it became natural to him. Not because he enjoys being treated as quiet, shy, and weak. But because it was comfortable. In this way he doesn't have to face the pain of rejection. Not only of his own feelings but of his true self. In this way he can stay hidden. By retracting inward, he can stay detached from people and avoid getting hurt. However, with that comes an isolation and a desire to be seen. But Yuuki was too scared to put himself out there for others to see. So, he continues hiding behind those words and continues to lock away his true self. His hopes, his dreams, and his aspirations. Slowly build up within him until he hides from not just everyone but from himself. And he hates himself for being scared, and for hiding all the time. He hates himself because he doses not live. He never tries to reach his goals and never puts in effort. If you never try you never fail but you don't ever succeed.
But Yuuki Kazuto wants to change.
We were discussing heroes in class. And someone mentioned All-Might. The whole class agreed that he was the best hero. They said, "it's cool how he always wears a smile". But I, I silently disagreed. He's always smiling but, isn't always smiling the same as never smiling. I'm scared of him; I've always been scared of people who smile. I'm really aware of people's looks, so I can just tell. I can tell when their smile is off. I see it in on the teacher's face as he quiets the class.
Time skip brought to you by Yuuki eating lunch under a cherry blossom tree.
The bell rings and the class starts packing up. My teacher reminds us "Be sure to turn in your career goal sheets on your way out. I'll be checking over them this weekend and I'll return them on Monday. Remember this is the last time we'll be going be submitting this, so I hope you took it seriously. Class dismissed." The students file out of class after placing their papers on the middle front row desk in a messy pile. I was the last one left as I straighten the pile before placing mine on top. I take the stack to the teacher's desk and bow my head for goodbye and start to leave the classroom. I'm right at the door when I hear my teacher sigh, "Kazuto-san, are you being serious?" I don't turn around. I mumble yes and the teacher continues. "I understand most kids your age want to be heroes and all but, and I hate to be the One to tell you this, but I don't think this is the career choice for you." He walks over and extends my paper towards me. "Your just too quiet, shy, and…" he didn't 'say' weak but implied it. "… I know you have a strong quirk, but it takes more than that to be a hero. I'm not saying to give up completely. Bu—t maybe lower the bar and not try for UA. And have a few more back up options incase you change your mind on the whole heroic's thing. Okay?"
I feel terrible walking home. There's a knot in the pit of my stomach that won't go away. My head hangs lower than usual as I watch the ground pass me by. And watch shoes walking pass me. The interaction with my teacher is replaying in my head. My teacher told me my dream was a joke right in front of me and I said nothing. I just took back the paper mumbled another yes and swiftly walked away. I didn't even try to argue; is he right? I promised to change myself and yet here I am repeating my same mistakes. I should've pushed back or at least say no. But I didn't. I couldn't. The words were choking me. The spun around my throat and I could barely say yes. The whole thing experience left a bad taste in my mouth. I stare blankly at the paper I took back. I look at my first and only option Hero. Then at my first and only school UA. I sighed and folded the paper up and slid into my pocket.
After watching the ground move for about 15 minutes. I reach the familiar sight of my front porch. I go in say "I'm home." to my empty house. My parents are always busy; they're pro heroes. They aren't that famous, but they do their fair share of work in the community. When they had me, they never stopped being busy, I was raised by a few babysitters, nannies, and friends, though I can't recall any of them. They stopped coming over when I was around 6. There was a mix up and nobody came to take care of me. My parents rushed home and came to find me eating cold spaghetti in the living room while watching tv. The house was clean, and I was fine, so they stopped wasting money on sitters and simply taught me how to use the house phone and introduced me to the neighbors in case of emergencies. But they still left me food and messages around the house to let me know they're still alive. I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. And like always there's a plastic container with a sticky note that reads dinner 3 in there like always. Tonight, it's spaghetti; my favorite. I smile to myself, feeling only slightly better. I close the fridge and leave the kitchen. I take my bag and head upstairs.
My room is pretty normal except for a few things. One, unofficial Eraserhead posters on the walls and one on the ceiling. Two, unofficial Eraserhead merchandise. And three, the one official Present mic figurine on the desk that looks out of place with the Eraserhead stuff. I place my bag near my desk and open my closet. I change into a shirt and shorts and I hang my uniform on the door of my closet. I then take the paper from my pants pocket and sit at the desk. I unfold the paper and continue my staring once more. I look at Eraserhead on above my head and then at Present Mic on my desk. I sigh and plop my head on my desk. I want to be a hero like a Eraserhead. Not a hero like Present Mic.
I remember when I first saw Eraserhead. One of my nannies took me to the mall and we ended up returning home really late. She was carrying me with my head on her shoulder dozing off. But then as we walked a clear and resounding "FUCKING WEIRDO! GO TO HELL!" My tired eyes blink open. A man in horse head, a black and white striped body suit runs down the alley we just passed. He has a sack of something and is running towards us yelling. "Fucking HE- "he doesn't get to finish his sentence as a gray bandage like thing covers his mouth. He also, doesn't get any closer to us as his leg and torso are also tied up. My curious gaze follows the bandages to a man with red eyes. My gemstone pink ones shine in awe. A thin man with long black hair and a bandage scarf wearing pajamas, was holding down a huge horse guy thrice his size. A few cop cars come speeding to a stop and a few officers step out. They handcuff the horse man and shove him in the back seat. I hear them complain about how late it is, and a few say thank you to the scruffy man in all black. He looks tired and scary but at the same time all I could think was how cool he was. He didn't force a smile on his face, and he got the job done all the same. An officer asked my nanny if she was okay and I interrupted her by speaking for the first time in weeks "Who's that guy with the bandages?" my nanny looked surprised by my sudden outburst but the officer chuckled and said "That was a hero, kid. His name is Eraserhead. You probably never heard of him he's an underground hero. Do you want to be a hero too, kid?" And then I spoke for a final time "yes." When my parents found out they were ecstatic. They said how they are proud of me for following in their footsteps. They got me a present mic figurine and told me I could be a hero just like him. Mostly because of the nature of my quirk.
My quirk is mother's quirk is called Sonogram, it allows her release sonic waves that can scan her surrounding and then comeback as an image in her mind she can also share this image with others. It gives her major headaches though. My dad's quirk: rumble, lets him release powerful vibrations through his hands but he isn't immune to it either, so he often gets jelly legs. My quirk is a mutation of the two. I can project my voice and create vibrations that can wrap around things. Then by using my voice once again I can set those vibrations on fire. I can also use my voice to send out a strong vibration that can form a barrier in front of me. I can also create sound vibrations with my body, by stomping, clapping, snapping, and flailing. I can increase the amount of vibration certain sounds can make and increase the volume and frequency; this of course includes my own sound. And finally, I can channel the sound throughout my body increasing my speed as well. But like all quirks mine has a drawback. I can only use it if I can speak. It strains my voice and hurts my ears. Channeling sound through my body for long periods of time gives me pains and if I channel beyond my limit, I can't accidentally shatter my bones and/or rupture my organs. But if I train it and myself, I have a lot of potential; so, says my parents. I first got my quirk around 4. I was a loud and playful child. I didn't have a care in the world. I wasn't looking where I was going and fell down the stairs at school. I of course panicked and released a supersonic scream. I shattered not only the windows, but also the eardrums of the surrounding area. Nobody in the school could hear a thing for a solid 2 days. I couldn't hear anything for the rest of that day and blacked out. When I woke, I could hear just fine though so that was a relief. But after that I was labeled dangerously loud and the kids at school kept their distance.
I want to be a hero like Eraserhead hiding in the shadows and doing my job. I don't need a crowd to cheer me on because I'll probably make them go deaf in the end. Present Mic is cool and all but he's too flashy and I don't think I can be that loud anymore. I'm scared of what people will think and how I might hurt them, but I still want to try and be a hero. But I know for that I need to find my voice. Eraserhead looked so sure of himself. He knew exactly how to do things and doesn't let anything get in the way of doing his job and keeping people safe. I want to go to UA and learn how to be a hero like him.
I keep my form the same and pack it in my school bag. But I also have my doubts and pull out another application for the general education department of UA. If and when I fail the heroics test at least I have general studies. I sigh and begin filling out the forms.
Time skip brought to you by Yuuki petting a stray cat
It's almost dark now. I finished the forms and my homework and put everything away. I leave my room and stretch out my limbs as I head to the kitchen to heat up dinner. I dump the spaghetti on my plate and heat it in the microwave. I pour myself some sweet iced tea and set it on the coffee table and turn on the TV. I find a documentary about some tournament and press play. I eat my spaghetti while mindlessly watching the movie. The guys voice is hypnotic cause I could care less but I also want to hear him talk some more. The guy stops talking and the credits roll. My spaghetti gone and cup empty I realized I blacked out until the end. I return my dishes to the dishwasher and wash my hands. I grab a sticky note and pen off the kitchen counter and write Thanks for the food, goodnight. And stick it on the dining room table. I do my nightly routine and go to bed. I lie awake staring at my ceiling for what feels like eternity before I decide to shun the ceiling and turn to face the wall instead. I black out around midnight. As I think about the entrance exam that is coming my way.
A/N okay so I had this idea in my head for a long while now and I was going to just post the first part of the chapter but then I was like no more. So after a while i rewrote this chapter into what it is now. I wanted more than just a prologue I wanted time to give you an idea of what kind of person Yuuta was. I was having trouble deciding between first person or third person omniscient. Hope you guts like the pov i chose to go with. And in case you forget My Hero Academia belongs to kohei Horikoshi. I only own my plot and oc's.
Next time: we'll see the entrance exam and how our Yuuki will face the day. Wish him luck he'll need it.
Updates every two days or every Tuesday. UwU have a nice day! P.S The cover is just for fun that is not what Yuuki Kazuto looks like.