The sky was already looking orange by the time Mizuha returned home. It probably took her five or seven minutes to get to her place. The bus usually dropped her off in front of a huge park that she normally had to walk through. She had to take a footpath that she had to walk up on. That was the most annoying path to take, especially if it's really hot outside. The mere thought of walking up in the blazing hot sun was such a detestable thing for her. But this was compensated with the small water park (that was found in the park) that was accessible to everyone. Mizuha would sometimes drag herself over to the water park and simply reach for a handful of water, without getting her uniform wet, and just wash her face with it.
Hot days meant getting stuck in the bus and getting packed like a bunch of sardines.
She didn't care how she looked at that point. She was sweating and her hair was also probably a mess. It didn't matter to her in the slightest since she didn't plan on leaving the house until the next day.
If her Quirk was like when she was younger, she could have just provided herself with water with her Quirk.
Mizuha sighed heavily when she reached her house. She was finally home.
After unlocking her door and stepping in, she didn't bother turning on the lights at the entrance. Too much effort. There was light coming from outside anyway.
She shuffled her feet all the way to her room. The room in her lights also remained closed when she entered her domain. Her bag was more or less gently placed on the floor next to her desk. Mizuha removed her gray jacket and placed the back rest of her desk chair. She removed her school shirt and held it in her hand while she opened her closet. She wrapped it in a ball and tossed it into her closet.
"Damn it." She muttered when it hit her clothes that was hanging, causing it to miss the basket. Sometimes she forgets the slim chance of making it in because of her hanged clothes.
She picked it up from the floor and properly threw it in the hamper.
The search for her house clothes proved to be a difficult one.
Mizuha's mother had always taught her to change out of her uniform and wear her house clothes so that she could wear her uniform again without having any creases.
She figured her mother took her house clothes to wash.
The white desk in Mizuha's room was also a drawer. On the extremities of her desk, there were three drawers. They were set apart by the huge gap that permitted her to put her legs in order to work on her desk comfortably.
Mizuha opened the second drawer on the left and pulled out a red t-shirt along with brown shorts. Home was the only place where she would wear shorts. She never dared to wear shorts in public to hide her childhood scars.
Mizuha looked down at her left knee. There was a noticeable white scar.
Unlike other most girls at the time of the scar, she liked to move around. According to her mother, she didn't like to stay in once place ; she was always moving around.
While growing up, she figured that it must have been an unsightly to look at so she always wore pants to cover her legs whenever she had the chance.
Mizuha huffed when she placed her folded pants on top of her uniform jacket.
No school tomorrow... No math homework for me... I guess I can sleep at like what? 2 AM? Mizuha the Nocturnal Hero is back at it again...
Mizuha went over to her small fridge and grabbed a juice box. As she made a rhythm type of noise by clicking her tongue, she walked over to the plastic drawers in the corner of her room that was just behind her door. She plucked out a box of milk flavored Pocky and then walked out of her room. She walked to the living room with her snacks under her arm and with her phone in one hand.
I might as well play video games... Final Fantasy XV here I come~
Mizuha woke up at the sound of someone attempting to open her front door. Her eyes opened without wasting a second. She fell asleep on the couch in her living room. She sat up in a daze with her lips parted. When she looked at her flat screen television, she noticed how a blonde character was just standing and looking straight at her. The other three main characters of the game were simply walking around behind him.
She looked at the rectangular coffee table in front of her. Her PS4 controller was just sitting next to her half empty Pocky box. Her juice box was a few inches away from them.
Mizuha craved more apple juice. She grabbed her juice box and immediately set it down, "Tche, empty."
She checked her phone.
9:55 PM
The door opened, "Hey."
Mizuha crawled over to the other end of the couch to greet the newcomer, "Hi mommaaaaaaaaaaaa~" she greeted.
She craned her neck to see her mother.
Immediately after her mother entered the house, she spotted a plastic bag that was carrying a large brown paper bag inside. Mizuha's eyes had stars in them.
Her mother placed the bag down next to the door and began removing her shoes, "Mizuha, put this in the kitchen."
Mizuha was quick to obey her mother. In fact, she literally jumped off the couch to do what she was asked, "You bought take out!" she exclaimed with glee.
She carried the bag all the way to the kitchen. There was a bounce with each step she took.
The door shut closed and her mother came into her view.
Her mother was almost at the same height as her (being a tall tree was the norm on her mother's side). She had short dark gray hair and onyx coloured eyes that matched Mizuha's. She was wearing a dark green spring jacket and black pants. Her mother's name was Mizuki Hyoumei (née Kishokei).
She rushed into the bathroom while telling Mizuha to take out the plates from the cupboard.
Her father came in the house not too long after, and by that time the plates were already set on the table. Tenran Hyoumei was a man with dark coloured hair and dark brown coloured hues.
Mizuha was already sitting and was chewing on a piece of chicken.
"Hey Mizuha." Tenran greeted her when he passed by her seat.
She hummed in reply since her mouth was full.
It was late, her parents didn't waste anytime eating dinner. This was the normal. Her mother worked at several jobs in different places. Her first employer was the one that made this possible. Her connections gave Mizuki more jobs to work at. She would generally return home somewhere around the afternoon before dinner. It gave her enough time to cook the meal for the night. However, there were some days where she would return home late with her dad. One of the reasons is because near the time she got off of work, she needed to pass by the highway that had too much traffic. Her mother and father would lay low for a while until there was less traffic. Her father worked in the industrial field (and he also sold cars as a small side job). He was never there when Mizuha woke up in the morning since he left at around four in the morning to avoid traffic early in the morning. Then he would return home at around four o'clock in the afternoon. But sometimes Tenran would leave right away to help his partner with car stuff and then go pick up Mizuki.
Needless to say, Mizuha was left home alone quite a lot. However, she was able to fill the void with having Byakuren over her house a couple of times.
During dinner, Mizuha's phone was sitting in front of her and playing a funny video that she found on the internet.
Mizuki set down her glass of water after taking a sip, "Mizuha, I heard that the press trespassed on the school grounds."
Mizuha scoffed in annoyance while watching her video. The press wasn't really Mizuha's favorite thing at the moment, "Yeah, those idiots just waltzed in and caused a big ass panic in the school. The nerve of them."
Tenran raised an eyebrow, "A panic?"
Mizuha nodded and paused her video, "It was during lunch time. Everyone was freaking out. We all thought villains snuck inside the school..."
Well... they DID later on during the day... Not INSIDE the school but somewhere else on school grounds...
"What did you and Byakuren do?" Her mother asked curiously.
Mizuha took a sip of her water while holding up a finger. She let out a satisfied gasp, "He wasn't with me. Also, I had like a mini panic attack because I literally thought we were in danger." she said nonchalantly.
Tenran froze, "You had a panic attack?"
She nodded, "Yeah it wasn't that big of a deal. Everything was cool after that."
She chose to leave out Bakugo's part in the story because she didn't want her mom going all Sherlock Holmes on her. Every time Mizuha would mention someone that she did not know; she wanted to know who it was.
Ah what the hell.
"Some guy helped me calm down." She said nonchalantly.
Mizuki perked up, "Who?" There it is.
Mizuha groaned, "Mommyyy, you don't know him. We just started school okay. He's my classmate and he's one of the best students in my class."
Mizuki looked impressed by this new knowledge, "Oh really? What's he like?"
Mizuha chuckled, "He's like his Quirk." she replied simply.
Tenran finished his plate and stood up from his seat, "And what's his Quirk like?"
She quickly replied, "Explosions!"
Both of her parents looked at her in surprise. They began painting the picture of an explosion and slowly started associating the image with a person. She just hoped they didn't literally picture her classmate exploding.
Mizuha pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, Hmm... should I tell her about the villains from USJ?
—DING!
Mizuha looked at her mother's phone that just had the screen light up from receiving a message.
Her mother stopped eating and peeked her phone's screen. She looked surprised and picked up the device from the table, "I got an email from your school."
Mizuha chuckled nervously, "I'll be right back."
The young girl got up from her seat and then bolted to her room.
"YOU GOT ATTACKED BY VILLAINS AT SCHOOL?! OH MY GOD!" Her mother exclaimed.
"SHE GOT WHAT?!" Her father followed.
Mizuha peeked behind her door, "Yeaaah..."
That night Mizuha knocked out pretty quick. The take out got her sleepy pretty fast.
The following day, Mizuha woke up at her own pace. She found herself on her back with both arms up towards the headboard. The light from the window was poking through the white blinds. The blinds proved to be superior than the sunlight when it succeeded on protecting its master from getting light in her face. She groaned when she rested her arms next to her body. Immediately, she felt her right arm fall on top of her beloved headphones. She grabbed her headphones and placed them on the chair of her desk chair that was next to her bed.
When she was growing up, her parents had set up a safety rail on the side of her bed. She would be trapped between a wall and a rail at night. To prevent Mizuha from slamming her head on the wall in her sleep, Mizuki used to place this big body pillow to block the wall. As a teenager, this set up did not change. She still owned a body pillow that was usually placed next to the wall. As a substitute for the safety rail, Mizuha had an extra pillow on the side. That extra pillow wasn't needed as a rail but... old habits die hard.
Her desk chair next to her bed every night simply served as her movable night table.
Mizuha pulled herself in a sitting position with much difficulty only to fall right back down on the pillow. She pulled up her covers and snuggled into her pillow.
Heaven right here... fluffy everywhere... Me likey...
At that moment her door opened. Mizuha looked up and saw that her mother was there, "Let's eat." was all she said before releasing the doorknob and walking back to the kitchen where breakfast was made. Mizuha could smell the eggs from her bed.
Mizuha wordlessly and literally jumped out of her bed. She nearly slipped and fell on her side.
She went straight to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. Using cold water from the bathroom sink was a good way to wake her up when she woke up, it was something she learned after becoming an owl. Sleeping at two in the morning and waking up at five thirty.
Mizuha joined her mother at the kitchen table. White rice and scrambled eggs.
Mizuha wasn't fond of egg yolk. Her mother learned that scrambled eggs was the best way for her to eat the yolk as a child.
"Have you made any progress with your Quirk?" Her mother asked out of the blue.
Mizuha sighed. She placed her elbow on the table and ran her fingers her hair, "Nothing so far... but I'm going to ask Recovery Girl for advice... if she has any."
Mizuki silently watched as her daughter stressed about her current predicament. The day Aizawa pulled out the expulsion card on her, Mizuha took out her phone and explained her situation to her mom. She was trying to ask if she knew anything about using water normally.
Mizuki's Quirk gave her the ability to manipulate water as an emitter. Tenran's Quirk was one that gave him the ability to change the temperature of an object upon contact, he could even change the temperature of a room!
Those two Quirks synergized well as it gave Mizuha the ability to manipulate water as well as change its form thanks to her father's Quirk.
Unfortunately, her mother didn't know how to help her. Her Quirk was different than her mothers.
Mizuki remembered how Mizuha would sometimes trap herself in the bathroom just to work on her Quirk. She always came out with a defeated sigh.
"I hope she can help you, I'd hate to see you get expelled because of this." She said with a sigh.
Mizuha nodded slowly. "I don't really want to have to look up different schools to apply to since U.A. is a nice place. But, if I don't have a choice... maybe I'll have to."
With nothing to do, Mizuha spent the day being lazy. Her mother didn't stay home for too long since she had to go to work. She tried asking Byakuren if he wanted to hang out but he was watching his little sister because she had no school today either.
Nothing else happened. It was the same thing. She was home alone and her parents came home a little earlier this time.
The most exciting thing was seeing herself on the news when they reported the incident at USJ.
Mizuha drummed her fingers on her desk as she heard her classmates talking about the news. She just wanted homeroom to start already. She didn't know who the substitute teacher was and she just hoped it wasn't some guy that didn't know what the hell they were doing in a classroom.
She flinched in surprise when Iida suddenly yelled in front of the whole classroom, "Everyone! Morning homeroom's about to start! To your seats!"
Everyone simply stared at him as he was the only one standing. Kirishima and Seto pointed this out to him and he marched over to his seat in embarrassment. Mizuha narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance as he left her field of vision.
Not a few seconds later, their classroom door slid open...
... And revealed Aizawa looking like a mummy.
"Morning." His voice sounded muffled because of all of the bandages wrapped on his face. Can this man see at all?!
"Mr. Aizawa, you're back too soon!" The whole class exclaimed.
Mizuha's mouth dropped open. Dude rest up or something! You deserve to rest!
Honestly, he should just face time them from his bed or something instead of coming all the way to school.
She watched as his figure wobbled to the teacher's desk. Dude?! Aizawa?! GO REST IN A BED!
He made it to the front of the classroom, "My welfare isn't important because your fight is far from over."
Mizuha tilted her head, I thought all the villains were arrested...?
Aizawa lowered his head and his eyes peeked behind the bandages, "The U.A Sports Festival is drawing near."
Mizuha's eyes slowly widened in horror. While everyone cheered for a normal event, Mizuha was the only student in the classroom who was not looking so hot. She could feel herself beginning to shake now that she could feel the deadline closing in on her. Time was ticking.
A few students were unsure about the current upcoming event. It didn't seem right to hold such a big thing right after villains had snuck inside the school. It was possible that they could attack again.
"Apparently, they think of it as U.A showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock by holding the event." He explained through his bandages, "Security will also be strengthened to five times that of previous years." He added to reassure to worried students.
"Above all, our sports festival is the greatest chance. It's not an event that can be canceled over a few villains." He said.
Mizuha quirked up an eyebrow, I'm sorry... few villains? The news said seventy-two! Including the other two that ran away!
In the days before Quirks manifested, sports fans would obsess over the Olympic Games. When powers became apart of the equation, the U.A. Sports Festival became the most watched sporting event in the world. It was the event that most Pro-Heroes across the country would watch in order to scout students.
Mizuha blinked several times when she realized something. Most of the educators in Hero Courses were Pro-Heroes.
That means other schools could be watching too. Maybe this is not a total loss after all. If I perform well in the Sports Festival, then maybe... I could apply for another school that would be willing to let me enroll?
Things were starting to look up now that Mizuha found a backup plan.
"Time is limited. If you expect to go pro, then the path to your future will open up at this event. This also happens once a year... so you've got three chances. No aspiring heroes can hope to miss this event. If you understand that, then don't slack off in your preparations!" He said before finally dismissing homeroom.
When it was lunch time, Mizuha grabbed her bag and bolted out of her classroom. She couldn't waste anymore time, she had to see Recovery Girl as soon as possible.
"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Byakuren yelled after her.
She made a mental note to message him via phone when she was done. Mizuha was running past many students who were calmly walking to the cafeteria. She was lucky enough to have not ram into another student like last time.
God dammit! Why didn't I do this before?! This should have been the first thing I did after Aizawa told me all of that! Now it's here! I'm running out of freaking time!
Mizuha spotted the nurse's office not too far away after turning around a corner. She panted all the way to Recovery Girl's office. The news of the Sports Festival had definitely got her adrenaline running and going chaotic.
She knocked timidly against the surface of the door, she was just hoping that it wasn't too timid to the point where she couldn't hear it. Recovery Girl was an elderly woman after all.
"Come in."
Mizuha breathed in deeply before sliding the door open.
"Hello." She greeted when entering the nurse's office.
The elderly woman was sitting on her desk chair. Recovery Girl didn't recognize her face. She smiled kindly at Mizuha, "And who might you be, young lady?"
Mizuha bowed down, "Hyoumei Mizuha."
"Well Hyoumei, is there anything I can help you with?"