A little girl walks with her mother hand in hand down a road, everything around them is covered in pure white, but it doesn't seem like it affects either of them. The little one has a big smile on her face but her eyes show a hint of sadness within them, she slowly looks up at her mommy. Her mother's face is blocked by the whiteness around them.
"Mommy?" The child seems to know that her mother turned and looked at her.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"W-when we get home…" the girl takes a second to ask what she wanted to ask, "C-can we watch a movie?"
Though unable to notice her face, the child continues to look at her faceless mother.
"Of course sweetie," the mother answers, "I'll make your favorite katsudon dish and once you finish it we'll watch a movie together until your bedtime, sound good sweetie?"
The child's face brightens up and smiles more at her mother.
"Hai!"
The two continue to walk as their white surroundings are engulfed in flames.
"!" Someone shoots up straight from their bed as they breathe a bit quickly. They place a hand on their chest while calming themselves down.
Once they do, they look down at the sheets on their bed.
"That's new…" They softly say.
Their room is simple. A single bed with green covers with two red pillows on the bed. A single closet, a small desk with a gray laptop sitting on it, along with several books and notebooks. There isn't hanging up on the walls but there is a single hanging shelf with a few figures on it. There is also a nightstand right next to their bed with an alarm clock and a lap on it; there is also a ceiling fan hanging right on the said ceiling.
They slowly got out of their bed and slipped their feet into two slippers. Standing up, they slowly walk to their closed door, once they open it the smell of something cooking hits their nose.
A woman standing over a stove hums a small tune as she grills some fish and a mixture of vegetables right next to the cooking fish. There's also a small pot of steaming, hot miso soup right behind the cooking vegetables. On a table right behind her is a rice cooker that is ready to be done in a bit. Finally, there are three sets of rolled egg omelets, set up for three people. The fish finishes cooking, turning the grill off, and she transfers the fish to three single plates.
The woman has lovely sea-green hair that reaches just past her shoulders and a short fringe with splayed ends which is currently obscured by an orange bandanna. She has dark green eyes, but by far her most prominent feature is her unwavering joyous smile that dawns on her face. She is a voluptuous woman that many would kill to have, she is currently wearing a bright yellow shirt with the word 'Laugh' in Japanese on it and long, gray baggy pants.
The rice cooker beeps, signaling that the rice is down. Opening it up she sees the steaming white rice, using a small paddle, she fills up three small bowls with said rice. Once she sets everything up, she grabs three more small bowls and proceeds to fill them up with the miso soup.
Placing everything on the table, as it's set up for three people to sit and eat, she walks out of the kitchen and goes to the couch in the living room.
The kitchen and living room are side by side with each other. The kitchen is nicely cleaned, minus the current things that were used to cook, with a stove, a small grill, an oven, a microwave, several cabinets hanging above, and finally a medium-sized counter with a marble top.
The living room has a three-seated, green couch, a gray lazy boy chair, a wooden rocking chair, a small coffee table with see-through glass in the middle of it, and a 34-inch plasma-inch TV that is sitting on a short gray dresser. Right in the middle of the floor is a massive rug that covers the whole living room, the rug has loads of flowers on it. A large window shines in the early morning light of the sun into the living room.
On the couch lies a yellow sleeping bag which seems to be stuffed, as well as three cats on said bag: a black cat, a bright orange cat, and a bright golden yellow cat. The green-haired woman gently shakes the sleeping bag.
"Shota, breakfast is ready." She hears a small grumbling noise coming from the bag, making her lightly giggle. She stopped shaking the bag and turned back to the kitchen, as she did she noticed someone who just woke up. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you're getting Shota's sleeping habit, Izuka."
The now-identified Izuka is standing near the stairs that go to the second floor. She is a beautiful young woman with a body that all girls her age would kill for, despite the gray short-sleeved shirt and black pajama bottoms covering her body. Her skin looks smooth with no ounce of fat anywhere on her body, including her face. Her long white hair falls down her back, reaching halfway between her neck and bottom. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes before moving her hands away, her dull dark green eyes are shown, and any kind of emotion is gone from her expression and eyes.
"That would be terrible." She answers before heading to the kitchen table and sitting down in one of the chairs. The green-haired woman giggles.
"Stop judging me and my sleep." A grumpy voice said as a man was finishing coming out of the yellow sleeping bag.
A tall, slender, pale-skinned man steps fully out of the bag. He has messy, shoulder-length black hair that partially hangs in front of his face with his half-opened black eyes. His completely worn-out appearance makes him look fatigued. He has small facial hair in a stubbly, unkempt state, and his eyes are still tired and flat, despite just waking up. The man, Shota, sports a baggy black outfit that consists of a long-sleeved shirt and matching pants that are tucked into his boots. He also seems to be wearing a utility belt and a gray wrapped-up scarf around his neck.
The green-haired woman giggles more, almost close to small laughter. The two adults sit down at the table and soon all three of them enjoy a nice breakfast, almost like a family.
After a little while, the two adults are seen sitting on the couch, watching TV while the woman snuggles up against Shota, who is less than pleased with this. The cats all slowly walked around the living room.
"Emi, please let go of me."
The now-identified Emi just smiles. "Nope." Shota sighs.
Suddenly, there's a light knock at the door. Taking a chance, Shota gets out of her hold, making her roll her eyes. Heading to the front door, then opening the door he was greeted by two people he both likes and despises greatly.
First is a tall, curvaceous woman with sky-blue eyes with a set of rather long eyelashes. She has abundant spiky dark purple hair which was made up of layers of varying lengths, the longest ones reaching down below her waist. Her chin-length bangs were split into three sections; two swept to the sides and one over her face, going diagonally down to the left between her eyes. She also had a small beauty mark below her left eye.
Her outfit was very similar to a traditional dominatrix outfit. She wore a breastless, black leather leotard—similar in style to a corset—over a thin, skin-tight white bodysuit, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. A center strip of her leotard was embellished with red gemstone-like accessories in a vertical pattern, extending from her collar to her midriff. A translucent, black, thigh-high garter stocking, with a burgundy utility belt decorated with gold studs around her hips, a matching pentagonal buckle in its center, and black knee boots. She finally had handcuffs on each of her wrists.
Next to her was a tall, slim man with long blond hair, which was spiked upwards, and a small brown mustache. His eyes have concentric pupils and greenish-yellow irises, he has a large smile on his face.
His outfit consists of a black, leather jacket with a very tall collar, upturned and complete with studs, matching black pants, and knee-high boots. Some tan shoulder pads and a red belt and elbow pads, all studded, and with black fingerless gloves are there as well. Around his neck is a directional speaker; he is also wearing a pair of headphones with the word "HAGE" written on them and finally, a pair of orange-tinted shades sitting on his face.
"Nemuri. Hizahi." The two now-identified people smile at the tired-looking man while pushing inside.
"What's up Aizawa's! Where's the little listener!?" Hizahi shouts, making Shota rub his ears from the noise.
"She's upstairs getting dressed. It is the Entrance Exam after all." Nemuri slides right next to Emi on the couch.
"We know that we wanted to see her before we had to head off to UA." Emi smiles at their two friends.
"Better make it quick though, it's almost time for all three of you to head out, same with me." Both Nemuri and Hizahi blow a raspberry at her as Izuka comes back downstairs to see them.
"Hello, Midnight. Mic." The four adults turn to see her with three of them smiling at the young woman.
Gone are her pajamas. She now wears a light green sports bra that shows off and pushes up, her impressive chest while also showing her slim waistline. Along with some light gray baggy pants and some red sports shoes, with two black wristbands. Nemuri whistles at her.
"Looking good girl! You'll have those boys running to you in a heartbeat!" The white-haired girl tilts her head to the side questioning what she meant. But she was taken out of that thought as a light, black, casual jacket was thrown in her face. She loves it and sees Shota giving her a look.
"Wear that. You can take it off when the Hero exam starts." She nods her head as she slips it on and then heads over to the kitchen, to the fridge more.
Emi rolls her eyes while she stands up and starts to pull and grab all three of them and take them out the door.
"Come along you three! We gotta go! Got to be there before the kiddies!" Hizahi shouts, Nemuri waves and Shota just sighs as all four adults leave the home, closing the door behind them. Izuku, now with a bottle of water in hand stares at the door as complete silence is around her.
She stands there for a moment before giving a small wave goodbye.
"Bye…"
Izuku is now seen walking down the street with her head down. Some people give her a strange look as they see a 225 cm long sword strapped on her back while she walks. Inside the young girl, she felt like saying goodbye as they left, but ever since the incident and the years that she was there, she's been unable to show little to no emotions, like she had nothing left.
She's extremely grateful for those who helped her and she got much healthier and fitter to defend herself, but not once has she ever shown an ounce of emotion.
She feels hollow inside.
Like she's missing her soul.
She thinks that she shouldn't have been saved that day.
She thinks that she should have-
"Hey! That's a cool sword you got there!" She is taken out of her train of thought as she turns around and sees a group of girls behind her.
She sees a fully pink girl with matching pink hair with small horns on her head, a girl with long dark-green hair with some frog features, a short blond-haired girl with pale bull horns on her head, a girl who seems completely invisible for some reason but you know she's there cuz of her clothing, another short girl but with brown hair that has her eyes covered, and finally, a tall girl with long, bright-green hair that seems to have small thorns in them.
It seemed the pink girl was talking to her as she had a large smile on her face as she got closer to Izuka.
"So cool! Do you use it!? What does it fully look like!?" The invisible girl gets closer as well, following her pink friend.
"Ya! Do you use it to fight bad guys?" The frog girl puts a finger to her chin as she tilts her head to the side.
"I don't know if she's a Pro, Kero." The vine hair one steps forward and pulls the two hyper girls away.
"Ladies please get a hold of yourselves, we must not cause too much trouble for our fellow maiden trouble." The two girls pout while whining a bit. The blond-haired girl approaches with the brunette hiding behind her.
"Your sword cool, you Pro?" Izuka looks between the girls while they all swarm around her, though the vine-haired girl lightly scolds the two energetic girls.
She doesn't know how to feel about these girls, she hasn't had anyone around her age and she has only ever talked to several adults and Pros but never anything like this. She opens her mouth to at least answer the blond.
"No. I am not." Some of the girls seem sad about this and seeing them sad felt….wrong to Izuka. Like she should always smile when those get sad. She could feel two hands rest on her shoulders, feeling some amount of comfort from it. "But," The girls looked up at her, "I hope to be one, I'm heading to UA to take the Entrance Exam."
"Really!?" The two girls jump at her and get right into her personal space. "We're all going to UA too to take the Exams! Let's go together!" It was weird to see the pink and invisible girls talk in sync. However, the way the girls seemed to light up and be excited at her going to UA to try and be a Hero felt right to Izuka, like a warm feeling inside her.
Like a small part of her coming back.
So, the group of girls began to walk together to UA while making conversation. Izuka found out their names and as well something about them.
Mina, the pink girl, loves to dance and hopes that she and her friends get into UA.
Toru, the invisible girl, likes lots of cute things and hopes to become the best Stealth Hero there is.
Pony, the blond, is half-American so most of the time when she speaks her English slips out.
Ibara, the vine girl, is religious. She didn't have a problem with her beliefs as Shota taught her to accept those and the things they liked or believed in.
Tsuyu, the frog girl, who wants to be called Tsu, is very blunt and will say anything on her mind. Like when she commented on Izuka's white hair that reminds her of snow or silk.
Then finally there's Kinoko, the brunette, though shy she loves mushrooms, and surprisingly her quirk makes mushrooms.
Soon the girls make it to the entryway of UA, the massive high school to where they hope to be Heros! As the other girls stare in awe before the school, Izuka feels a tingle going on in her mind so her reflexes kick in and she disappears in a flash.
The girls noticed that she had sped off and saw her holding two other girls as they seemed to have tripped. One was a brunette like Kinoko but her hairstyle was different and she was taller than their friend, the other had pink dreadlocks while several weird items hung out of her bag and lay on the ground.
The brunette is shocked and her face gets a bit red while quickly getting out of Izuka's hold while the pink-haired girl stares at her with stars in her eyes.
"Wow! You're fast! I'll get just a few babies in mind for you!" Izuka blinks in confusion, babies? What did she mean by babies?
"S-sorry, she means her inventions, she calls them babies," Izuka looks at the brunette while she shuffles in place looking at her. "A-and, thanks for the save. I guess I'm just nervous about today." She smiles at Izuka, "I'm Ochaco, a-and the one you're still holding is Mei, a friend."
Izuka looks down at Mei as she slowly feels her stomach and sides.
"You're so muscley!" she looked up at her, her eyes looked like a sniper scope, they kind of twitched as she looked at the white-haired girl. "You'll be perfect for several babies!" They stand up but before anything can be said, Ochaco grabs the inventions on the ground and yanks Mei into the building without another word.
Izuka's party comes over while questioning them a bit, Izuka shrugs it off before they all head inside as well, but they soon have to split up as they all have different written exam rooms. As she takes her seat, she prepares for this. Then, the Hero Exam.
Izuka stands with a massive crowd of other participants as many stretch to get ready to fight the robots, some seem overconfident. She stands in the far back as everyone seems to crowd the massive metal doors to one of UAs mock urban areas that they have. Izuka makes sure that her sword, her Odachi, is firmly strapped to her side.
Her Odachi, a 225 cm long sword within its sheath. A black sheath that is made out of black stainless steel with orange flame patterns on it. The handle is wood-painted black with crimson red wool wrapping on the handle making it firm in her hold so it doesn't slip out of her hands. Finally, a small orange string hangs off the handle.
She looks up at a similar brunette backing out of the crowd and moving away from them, she seems extremely nervous. She turns around and takes notice of the familiar white-haired girl, she smiles while slowly walking closer to her.
"Hey, it seems like we are in the same Exam together." Ochaco smiles a bit but her nervousness is there still. Izuku gently places a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at her.
"You'll be fine," She clearly says to her while looking deep into her eyes. "Don't think about anything else, just focus on the task at hand, rush in, and take out as many bots as you can." Ochaco looks at her in slight shock but also appreciation. Her nervousness dwindles drastically, she has pure determination.
"Right! Let's do our best!" As Ochaco smiles at the taller girl, said girl feels something inside her again.
She'll have to figure it out later but for now….
She's got an Exam to do.
A small smile appears on her face.
She hasn't smiled in a long time.
The last time she smiled was…
Was before she got kidnapped.