Izuna arrived at her home after a day of testing feeling accomplished, a small content smile on her face as she walked with a small skip to her step. It turns out she actually can throw cars. And her idea about flying? Not quite, she didn't have enough thrust to do that, but she can glide. Oh, how she can glide. She tested it by jumping off a pile. In hindsight, probably wasn't her smartest idea, but whatever, it worked! She decided to name her little lightning bolt she can fire [Alpha Bolt], her gliding as [Static Thrusters], her little grenade as [Shock Grenade], which wasn't the most creative, but whatever, and finally her car throwing thing. It was her using electromagnetism to pick up an object by charging it with positive and surrounding it with negative, like how a bullet train kind of floats, and then removes a part of the barrier while simultaneously greatly increasing the strength of the polar opposites, so it gets thrown. She called it [Kinetic Pulse].
Izuna opened the door to her house, announcing her arrival. She didn't get a response, as usual, and her smile dimmed a little. It was lonely. The lights were out, it was dark outside, and the house was shadowed because of it, only adding to the feeling of being alone. Izuna sighed to herself, before walking to her bedroom and grabbing a new pair of clothes, and walking into the bathroom to shower. She smelled.
"I guess today have been productive…" Izuna thought to herself, letting the warmth of the water soothe her worries. She loves showers. "I wish Mom didn't need to work so much… I hope when I become a hero I can help her too. That would be nice. I know my part-time jobs help, sorta, but I wish I could do more." Izuna stepped out of the shower, glancing at herself in the mirror. There were light bags under her eyes. Time to get to bed.
The next day, Izuna woke up bright and early, deciding to go for a small jog to wake herself up. She got dressing in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and tied her hair into a ponytail, and she was off. She felt something was off. Then she realized what was missing. Her music! She left it at home! She pouted slightly. She decided to test something.
"Okay, so if I stimulate my muscles with just a small amount of electricity…" Izuna yelped as she felt her muscles contract slightly, and she felt herself speed up. She wasn't feeling tired of it. Good to know. She wondered if her quirk was burning away the built-up lactic acid in her muscles, allowing them to run smoother? That would make sense. Her endurance has increased. She turned around once she made it to the beach and started to jog back. After another 20 minutes, she arrived home, showered, got dressed, ate, and said goodbye to the empty home, she started on her way back to the beach. It probably would've made more sense to have just jogged there after her morning routines instead of showering after a run only to get dirty again, but whatever. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say. At least she grabbed her phone to play music his time.
As she neared the beach, she was startled to hear a soft singing coming from the beach. It sounded amazing. She smiled as she made it to the railing overlooking the beach, her eyes scanning for who it was. She was sort of unsurprised to see the girl she met yesterday, Kyouka Jiro, the be the one singing, drumming her hands along her guitar. It was a slow song, and she closed her eyes and simply listened. It continued like this for a minute or so, before the song cut off abruptly. Izuna opened her eyes in confusion, only to see Jiro staring at her, her mouth open and her face slightly red. Izuna walked over, Jiro meeting her halfway.
"Um… how long have you been standing there?" Jiro mumbled, twirling her earphone jack around her finger.
"Oh, uh, sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you, I was only there for a minute or so, but you sounded so good and so into it, I didn't want to interrupt, I'm sorry!" Izuna blabbed, embarrassed to have been caught. Jiro looked away, her face tinted.
"Um… so you said I could join you in cleaning up, and that you wanted to hang out… so here I am," Jiro said, looking towards her and giving an awkward grin. Izuna beamed.
"Okay! I was planning on cleaning the majority of the day, but if you want to hang out later I can stop early and make time." Izuna smiled. Jiro nodded.
"I don't mind helping you clean all day, how about tomorrow we do something? We could go to the arcade or something."
"Sounds good!" And so the duo began their cleaning of the beach, talking amicably. Izuna found that Jiro wasn't usually so awkward around people, and that she was just not used to compliments, and that once she got over it, she was… interesting to talk to. She likes being sarcastic and often lightly teases Izuna goodnaturedly. When Izuna tripped over a small pipe, she laughed her ass off as she helped Izuna up. Izuna took it with a small blush of embarrassment and a grin.
"So, Midoriya, what do you like to do for fun anyway? You know I enjoy music, what do you enjoy?" Jiro inquired.
"Oh! Um, well, I enjoy reading, listening to music, and doing some cooking with my Mom. I also love heroes and quirks! I have a couple of journals of hero analysis, and I love finding the weaknesses and strengths of people. W-which I hope doesn't sound as creepy as I think it does-" Izuna faltered at the end when she realized she admitted to being a hero nerd. Jiro grinned, poking her in the side with an earphone jack.
"A hero geek, huh? That's cool. That whole analysis thing is good for heroes, it allows you to pick villains apart quickly and find an opening easier. I bet you like All Might too, nerd." Jiro teased. Izuna blushed and she looked away, a small smile on her lips as she rubbed her neck sheepishly.
"Y-Yeah, All Might is my favorite hero… I want to be like him when I become a hero, a symbol to people. I want to be the Symbol of Peace like he is. I just don't know if I am up to it…" she mumbled the last part, not taking into account that Jiro could hear it due to her quirk. Jiro elbowed the other girl.
"Hey, watch it, I am sure you are up to it. Reach for the sky as they say, right?" She glanced to the side and gave a light admonishing glare at the girl. Izuna nodded quickly, her face dramatically fearful before she smiled.
"Thank you, Jiro," she said, smiling brightly. Jiro looked away.
"So pure!" She coughed, before nodding.
"Sure, whatever," she mumbled, her face pink. The duo continued to work. They finished around 7:00 pm, their stomachs growling, and their hair a slight mess. They were both dirty and wanted showers. But they were satisfied, they got a lot done. Though…
"I just realized something…" Izuna mumbled, looking at the massive pile of junk they had hauled off the beach.
"Uh-huh… I think I realized the same thing."
"We don't have a way to get this to the dump." They deadpanned. They looked at each other, before laughing slightly. This was a problem. Luckily, there was someone nearby who could help.
"Excuse me, young ladies! I noticed your development and how you have been working on cleaning this beach, and I would like to offer my assistance! You see, I have a nice truck that I would be willing to haul the trash you clean up to the dump!" A man called out. He was extremely thin, a gaunt appearance. His clothes seemed to hang off him, his blond hair coming down into two droops in front of his face, his blue eyes shadowed. However, he had a cheerful aura about himself.
"Um, thanks? But why…" Jiro asked, skeptically.
"I am sorry, this probably seems strange, but I just want to help. This beach used to be so beautiful, I just want it to be like how it was, and thanks to you too, it very well may. So I want to help!" he replied cheerfully. Izuna bowed.
"We appreciate your help!" the man nodded.
"My name is Yagi Toshinori by the way."
"Izuna Midoriya."
"Kyoka Jiro." and with that, they bid the man adieu, who promised to pick up the garbage twice or more a week, depending on the rate they cleaned.
"Hey, do live close by at all?" Izuna asked, Jiro shook her head. "Well, I wouldn't want you to be on the train smelling horrible, would you like to borrow my shower? I will lend some clothes while yours wash. I will even make food!"
"Wow, you're really buttering me up. And offering food? Are you trying to seduce me?" Jiro teased, smiling. Izuna's face went bright red.
"I-I- no- you- I didn't mean- no! I mean, your pretty and all but I'm not-" Izuna blubbered, an embarrassing mess, Jiro's face also pink when she was called pretty.
"I was kidding, don't worry about it, dork." Jiro tried to defuse the situation. Who knew Izuna would be so adorably awkward? Oh, wait, everyone. The duo continued to talk, comparing music tastes as they walked to the house. Izuna brightened to see that the lights were on, showing her Mom was home. She opened the door, announcing her presence as she always does even when no one responds most of the time.
"I'm home! I brought a friend too!" she announced cheerfully, knowing that his time she will get a response. What she didn't expect, was for the voice to be male.
"Welcome home, Izuna Midoriya. It's been a long time, my little girl." the voice said. Standing there was a man, his hair black, but the exact same curliness as her own, and four freckles that matched her dotting his face. Izuna froze before he smiles dropped. Oh. Oh no.
"D-Dad? What- where-?" she grew angry. Which was rare for her. "How dare you!" She walked up to the man, electricity sparking as she slapped him, a gust of wind blowing him back. "How dare you show your face here!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. Jiro stood shocked, and feeling extremely awkward and out of place. Electricity sparked up and down Izuna's body, the light blue now tinged with orange and reds, causing a menacingly light to shine over the innocent girl's face, disturbing her greatly.
"Get out!" Izuna shouted. Hisashi got up, anger matching his body and fire burning at his lips.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that…" he growled, small tufts of flame bursting free and he huffed. Izuna glared, never in her life has she felt this angry. So she acted. She punched him, square in the nose, breaking it easily and shocking him. Hisashi recoiled. Before he screamed in rage, fire billowing out of his mouth and scorching the ceiling.
"You little shit! I knew coming back was a stupid idea, but I just needed to see this quirk of yours. A certain someone was interested." He grabbed her arm, before finally noticing the other girl in the room.
"Ah yes, this is your friend. Sorry to be rude, but you're leaving now." He breathed. Fire came out, Jiro froze. But before it could reach her, it cut off, screams filling the room. She looked on, shocked as Izuna shocked the man.
"Don't touch her!" she yelled, her eyes streaming with tears, before the man collapsed to the floor, smoke rising off his body. She choked, sinking to her own knees. Jiro certainly was not expecting to see something like this after only knowing the girl for two days. She tentatively walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Izuna jumped at her, sobbing into her shirt. Jiro rubbed light circles on her back, and they just sat there.
After what seemed like ages, Izuna pulled back, her face puffy with tears. Jiro didn't know how to handle this situation. Neither did Izuna. She just shocked her Dad, the deadbeat who left when she was diagnosed quirkless.
"You okay?" Jiro asked, her voice soft and uncertain. Izuna merely nodded, still choked up. She got up and grabbed her phone, dialing 119.
"Hello? Yes, can you-" she took a deep, shaky breath, "Can you send an ambulance and some policemen. My- my father showed up and tried to attack me and one of my friends… I injured him, he is currently unconscious… yes, that will be all. I live at XXXXXX. Thank you." Izuna hung up, before calling her Mom, Jiro standing nearby, offering a comforting presence. She was grateful for it, even if they didn't know each other long.
"Mom? Can you come home, immediately? D-Dad showed up. Yes, thank you, yes I am okay. He only burnt some of the furniture and the ceiling. Okay, yes, I am okay, don't worry. I am! I promise. Okay, I love you." she hung up, shaking. Jiro took that as her cue to call her own parents, informing them of the situation.
"Izuna, my parents permitted me to stay as long as you need me. Okay?" Izuna nodded weakly. She drained her internal battery, but she was also emotionally and physically drained. The two stood there, Izuna sitting down at the kitchen counter, Jiro doing the same by her side. They sat in silence until the paramedics and police arrived. As did Inko, and someone who Izuna wasn't expecting to join her.
"Izuna my baby, are you okay? Did he hurt you? Oh, who is this? Did you make a friend?" Inko was like a bouncing ball of emotion, terrified for her daughter, happy she made a friend, sad that her daughter had to deal with her husband, upset at the damage, she was everywhere emotionally.
"I am okay, this is Jiro, we are fine." Izuna hugged her mother. One of the detectives came over. Oh boy, this will be fun.