Author Note: I will try to post every week and I will write longer chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't (obviously) own Bnha or Jsh.

Name: Amane Yugi

Quirk: Regeneration (?), no matter how much damage he's infiltrated, he keeps healing them. The more he's hurt, the more his healing gets faster. Though, his stamina doesn't change at all.

Downfall: there's no specific weaknesses to speak of, for now.

It's been a while since Amane Yugi's escape from that hellhole people commonly refer to as home.

He was alright… perhaps. He's still craving and homeless, yet that didn't feel any different from what he usually felt in that shithole. Nevertheless, Yugi fancies these conditions over (who wouldn't?). He couldn't have been more of peace of mind than now. In fact, he hasn't felt more alive or confident before. Therefore, even if things aren't working out for him now, there's still hope (there was always hope, the moment he stepped out for good). Looking at him now, nothing could go wrong, and even if it did what could he possibly lose? The boy had literally nothing.
Well, first thing first, let's leave this city.

Better be safe than sorry.

Amane soon realized that it's weird to wander the town with bloody clothes (not that it wasn't obvious before, it just didn't seem mandatory compared to 'the elephant in the room', as one might say). He keeps getting weird gazes from the bystanders. How no one bothered to check up on him or call the police is odd. I mean that's what people would normally do, right? Then again, people are so used to the heroes saving the day and taking care of all problems that they would not bother. Yeah, there mindset is just that corrupted to ignore tattered boy. That's what happens when you feed a dog without counterpart, a cost. That steals away its ability to hunt and depend on itself, as it takes the meal for granted.

Well, that's not a problem for him (that would just get in the way). Still, the biggest issue here is money. He needs to earn money or he would not progress anymore. As much as people deny it, none can survive at this age without money. It has taken its proper place for ages now as a ruler of many persons. So, people have basically become slaves of their own doing. Money and power (quirk as we call it) are practically everything in the world. He sighed sadly. Yeah, and it's the downfall of many out there. A nostalgic look takes over. He shakes his head as if to chase away his thoughts. Oh-ho, almost gone there. Let's stop daydreaming.

Musutafu, the city he's gone to, was once a filthy, corrupted place because of that mindset. That changed a little because of some heroes, two to be exact. As it seems, they've witnessed that twisted treatment of the weak and Quirkless when they were younger, probably even suffered from that (as there are many heroes who've also seen that but failed to take action, suffer would be more appropriate in this case). Japan is changing steadily since their generation. Musutafu is far away from being purged completely but it still is better than most cities now that. However, the mindset of many of its citizens, at least the older generations, is till the same. Yugi turned around and walked away from the main street and the disturbing lack of attention or care for a "bleeding" child.

"Excuse me," he vaguely heard a stammering voice, but paid it no mind. "My boy, are you alright?" the tone of the person was more confident and serious. He turned around to see the person who was most likely speaking to him. A woman, presumably in her late forties or early fifties, observed Amane worriedly. She was so petite, just a head taller than him. Her green hair was dusted with some white, some locks turning into grey. Her kind green eyes met his crescent shaped irises. He was surprised that this woman (who seemed somewhat familiar) was taking the initiative to talk to him.

"My boy, are you alright?" She repeated (almost shouted) firmly. Her eyes were determined (for what exactly is beyond him), as they held the gaze of his piercing amber ones. She fidgeted with her thin fingers, then smiled warmly at him. Her eyes were not leaving his, despite her nervousness.

Having finally grasped what she said, he flashed a sweet charming smile. "Yeah, I am good, ma'am." She frowned. Did I offend her in anyway? That would be horrible. She appeared a nice. He wouldn't want to brush her off like that.

"Oh! No, no, no," she shook furiously. "You did not offend me in any way, I assure you." (So she can read minds?) "And just so you know, I am not a mind reader." (Doesn't seem so to me.)

"It's just… you know…" Her voice was small. From what he's seen, she seemed emotional, jumpy and self-doubting. She let out a desperate sigh and smiled shakily.

"Let's repeat from the beginning. My name is Midoriya Inko."