I've always hated the discrimination in quirked society. It's always about what's powerful, or the how the quirk affects a person's form. If a quirk was evil or not.
Nobody really sees that anymore. Nobody but the people who are discriminated against.
People have become blind to the plight of others. The self-entitlement and arrogance of man blinds us from seeing others as they are.
I myself was discriminated against. My quirk wasn't all-powerful or physical, though it was special. I was one of the few people who could erase quirks, even temporarily.
I was among the rare one percent of the world population that had a quirk capable of temporarily removing quirks. But people don't like it when the thing that's make them unique stops working. They freak out, calling my quirk a villain's quirk.
Funny how that worked out. Especially when the villainous quirk user becomes a hero.
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Aizawa sighed for the umpteenth time today watching the various aspiring heroes take down Mach robot villains. Not many had that much potential. The amount he saw and thought had potential could be counted on two hands.
Five. There were five potential candidates in his eyes.
The Iida boy had training from his family, considering they were all once pro heroes themselves. Not to mention him helping others in his… robotic… and slightly rude way.
The Shadow- Bird- whatever he was- kid had wide versatility with his quirk. Maybe he could possibly cloak himself or darken his surroundings for underground work…
… not that any kid would even think of that.
The the big fist girl was already using some form of martial arts to make up for what was a little bit of a lackcluster quirk for hero work.
And though he loathed to admit it, both the green-haired boy and explosive blond had heaps of potential. Maybe the broccoli head more than the pomeranian, Aziawa thinks, watching Allmight stare at said head of green.
The greenette hadn't gotten any villain points, but he made up in that by only saving people with, again, a lackluster quirk.
The boy's quirk was a carbon copy of his mother's as the file say, maybe just a little more powerful. He was able to pull objects of any weight to him at… alarming speeds.
Allmight cared for the kid, obviously. So why…?
Eh, whatever. It isn't his business… until is it, because they're likely to shoved that boy in 1-A.
The blond was violent but thorough. Enough said.
Looks like there going to be another, more sadistic Endeavor on our hands. Yipee, Aizawa thought tiredly.
His thoughts stopped when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and made a small smile at what he saw.
Husband: Hey, you got the cookie batter, right? It's fine if you didn't, I'll just use the cake batter. The taste and texture of cake cookies are better anyways.
Aizawa shook his head before typing: Did not. Use the cake batter, we have too many.
He put his phone away, and went back to wlitatching the potential students.
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The house was filled with the sound of whisking and music, the thematic opening to Cream's album, "Wheels of Fire," "White Room." The vibrating sensation of the guitar, the timpani of the tom-toms. It's official and grand opening before-
In the white room
with black curtains
near the station
Black roof country,
no gold pavements,
tired starlings
Silver horses
ran down moonbeams
in your dark eyes
A notification lit the man's phone, showing the wallpaper of a purple haired teen and Eraserhead, both looking very annoyed.
Dawn light smiles
on you leaving,
my contentment
The message was from Aziawa, saying, Everything is almost done here, just got to sit through a meeting and pick up Hitoshi and we'll come home.
I'll wait in this place
where the sun never shines
The man chuckled before sending a thumbs up and a "luv ya! kisses!" That was sure to irk Aziawa a bit.
Wait in this place
where the shadows run from themselves
The song stopped abruptly, the beginning of Led Zeppelin's Rock n Roll, meaning the man had a phone call.
Looking at the caller, he saw the name Shinso Aizawa, which was his adopted son's name.
"Hey, sweetie, how'd your exam go?" The man exclaimed in a high, raspy voice.
The teen sighed at his dad's enthusiasm, saying, "It was fine… just did the test."
"Well then, I'm sure you did great!"
"Yeah, sure. Hey, dad said he had a meeting, can you come pick me up? I don't want to be around here too long."
The man hummed. "Yeah, I can do that, just be sure to say something Aizawa-kun. I'm not gonna get in trouble for not telling him again."
He smiled at the grumbling on the other side of the phone, his whispered cheeks gaining dimples with his smile.
It soon turned into a full Cheshire cat grin as he heard a groan followed by, "Fine, I'll go tell him. See you in twenty minutes."
"See you then, Shinso!" He cheerfully said. Oh how fun it was to mess with his family.
He stopped the music and put seran wrap over the cake batter, as well as turning off the oven.
He grabbed a blinding orange jacket in the closet, as well as a pair of car keys and sunglasses. He gets to mess with Shinso some more, hee hee!
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Shinso waited in front of the entrance to UA, slightly irritated at the robotic teen telling him to not loiter at the entrance of the school because it was disrespectful and creepy.
He was likely an Iida… if the engines in his legs didn't make it obvious. The robot-like chops of his hands were starting to get to him. His voice was irritating, like a mosquito in your ear.
He heard a car coming, and was thankful to see his dad's Acura NSX driving up to the entrance until he saw the kill-me-now orange jacket and stylized sunglasses.
Oh God, I'm going to die. I'm going to die of embarrassment. Shinso thought warily.
"Shinso-kun! Daddy's here! Come on, Shinso-!" Nope, no, absolutely not. He'd rather wait two hours than deal with this.
"Oh… I'm sorry Shinso-san for telling you off. It seems you were waiting for your… questionable guardian figure." Iida said, bowing at a 90 degree angle.
"Yeah, please ignore him. He's only teasing me, treating me like he used to." Shinso said, his voice devoid of emotion and life.
Slumping over, Shinso ambled over to the car, trying to be as small as possible. Thankfully, Iida was the only person there, but he still hated every moment of this.
Both of them got in the car, as his dad started the car. "So, how was your day, Shinso? Did you make any new friends?"
"It was fine," Shinso said shortly.
"... If you don't like me doing that, Sochi, you can say so, I'll stop, You know?"
Shinso sighed. "It's fine every once in a while, but please not with too many people."
His dad smiled mirthfully. "Okay, good deal. I always want to tease you, you know? It's just a parental instinct, but that doesn't make it right. Just tell me to stop and I will, or I'll do my best to stop myself."
Shinso sighed again and made a small smile as well. "It's fine, dad. You always bring a little light back to me."