Hi guys,
first of all thanks for giving the story a shot. Also, you might need some information about the idea behind the story since this is kinda AU.
Having quirks are not common in this story, governments try to detain people with quirks and the general public is unaware of it.
The setting:
UA is a prestigious private school offering kids with special abilities valuable education. However, undisclosed and secretly, it is a school for kids with quirks, helping them understand and control their power. To cover up and protect the kids, UA also takes in regular students with no special quirks.
The secret was well kept until one girl unraveled the illusion of it all.
The characters:
Miyamoto Yui – Class 2-B
Miyamoto Rika – Class 1- B
Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia/ Boko no Hero Academia
Enjoy :)
Prologue: Sleep Walker
"The beasts and spirits heaved a deep breath,
and returned to the depths of a forest
that has lost its heart"
- Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
The wind howled through the dark night, knocking forcefully against the window, begging for entrance while she was tiptoeing on the cool surface of the floor. Walking through the building after ten pm was strictly forbidden, but muffled voices lurked her out, tempting her to find out the source of the noises that woke her up. Danger always piqued her interest, even if she was not aware of it.
She stood up from her soft sheets, a luxury she appreciated, and left the sanctuary of her room behind.
The floor felt like ice under her bare feet, but she did not mind it. She was occupied with her own secret mission, curious about the students who dared to disobey. Her eyes scanned the hall; the moonlight shining through crystal clear windows, reflecting a milky light on the neat ground. Nothing but emptiness lingered here.
Was it just a dream? Were the hushing voices of strangers just a product of her own imagination?
She was just about to turn on her heels when a high pitched scream echoed through the night and hit her ears. It was a symphony of terrible pain; a warning for her to not continue her dangerous path.
But she was only fifteen, young and curious, and just recently got a taste of life.
It was thrilling, like a hazardous game of hide and seek. It was like a reminder for her. It was the thin line between life and death, something she never knew she would miss.
Her breathing fastened while she walked toward the source of the scream. It came from the darkness outside the school building.
She knew going out was risky; they could find out. She could lose the place she and her sister called home. They could end up on the street with nothing.
But...this was too tempting, too intoxicating for her to ignore.
After reaching the first floor she opened a window; the chilling wind hitting her with an unexpected strength, blowing her pitch black her backwards.
She breathed in deeply. It was the scent of fresh grass, the scent of freedom, the scent of danger.
Never has she thought she would miss the thrill, be addicted to the taste of jeopardy.
Gracefully, she slipped through the window into the cold night, sighing in delight as her feet touched the luscious grass.
Like a shadow, she slid nimbly to the unknown place; a place hidden in the middle of the trees; a place filled with noises, screams and laughter.
It was like someone put a wicked curse on her, forcing her into the lion's den.
When her eyes caught sight of what and who where the origin of the voices, she felt like dreaming.
A big tree hid her presence. She pressed her body closer to it. Her breath was stuck in her dry throat as her widened eyes were fixed on the group. People, kids around her age, who were arranged in a circle, were cheering and whistling.
In the middle of the circle was a man with dark hair lying on his stomach, blood seeping from deep wounds to cover the ground in dark red.
It was not him who shocked her most, no it was the boy under the moonlight with ash blond hair standing in front of him, who terrified and fascinated her at the same time.
He was standing tall, looking at the bleeding man lying in front of him. His right arm was stretched towards the man, who gave him a glare filled with hatred.
BOOM!
Her body shook with the impact of the explosion, forcing her backwards to the ground, her eyes, however, still fixed on the vicious scene unraveling in front of her. The embers from the explosion that has escaped from his bare hand, danced mischievously through the air, illuminating the darkness for a moment.
Suddenly, the boy raised his head, causing her to stop breathing.
He was wearing a malicious grin- his wild hair shadowing his face almost completely.
She was glued to the ground, unable to move, unable to think.
All she could do was star at his crimson eyes.