DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FUMETSU NO ANATA E, NOR DO I OWN BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA, ALTHOUGH THE FANFICTION IS MY CREATION. PLEASE GIVE CREDIT TO THE AUTHORS AND ARTISTS.

-Hhurb

"Kacchan!" - Speaking

"Deku!" - Thinking

"I am here!" - Shouting

Blah, Bloo, and Blurg. - Narrator

This first chapter is mostly background stuff and the backstory, so there isn't much about MHA. Stay patient lads

This is my first story, give me a chance I beg of you. :'|

Help from Grammarly and other shabalakas who helped me along the way.

In the beginning, it was an orb. White, smooth, and featureless, it sits in deep snow. It is the Man in Black's creation, made to preserve his world in case his humans destroy it by copying any form. To his surprise, the humans began to develop intriguing powers similar to his own. The first to receive such a power was a child in Qing Qing, China. It had been gifted the ability to illuminate its body. Though mundane, it was the first of its kind and was treasured, though it disturbed just as many as it inspired. The next one was a woman who could grow horn-like spikes, who gave birth to a boy who was able to steal and give others powers.

The first power it stole was its mother's spikes, accidentally taking it while stealing nutrients from her corpse. It took the Man in Black a while to pay attention to the younger brother, who he had discovered had the Quirk, as people had begun to call the abilities, to pass itself onto others. Useless on its own, although the Man in Black could see the thief passing on other features to his brother. From then on, Quirks went from the discriminated to the discriminators, as the Quirkless population began to dwindle, and being special was the new normal. The Man in Black knew that Quirks could fuse and become stronger as the generations passed, and eventually one of the Quirks would be powerful enough to destroy his creations. So, the Man in Black devised his backup plan.

At first, the orb did nothing. Then, it came into contact with a rock, transforming into it. Afterwards, it became moss. And for some time, it did nothing but grow, until a single Reshy wolf appeared, coming from the south. It fell over, exhausted, and died. The orb took the form of a wolf. For the first time, it had sentience. Blood leaked from a wound on its left hind leg, its first feeling was pain, which was quickly healed. Over time, it learned how to walk and began to wander, with no goal. After a few days of wandering, it found a small hut. The wolf tumbles over a rope with bells, alerting the inhabitant. "Joaan!" A white-haired boy leaped out of the hut. "Joaan" stayed still, it had no idea what was happening, and only stared. Grabbing the wolf into a passionate hug, the white-haired boy cried tears of joy. "I knew you wouldn't forget about me! I was so worried about you, you were gone for 2 whole months!"

The boy ends his hug, looking at Joaan eye to eye. "Hmm? You sure are calm. Oh, I know! You must be tired!" Bringing the wolf into his house, the Man in Black's creation had many firsts. The smell of burning wood and stew, the crackling of the fire, and the burn of said fire. An ember happened to land on the wolf's nose, which caused it to yelp and pounce away. "How many times have I told you to not get so close to the fire?" The boy walked towards Joaan, holding a wooden bowl filled with fish and broth. Holding it up to Joaan's snout, the boy waits expectedly. After a moment of confusion, the boy places the bowl down, again waiting for the wolf to begin dining. "Hm? Here." Using a spoon, the boy places a morsel of broth into Joaan's mouth. The orb, who has yet to learn how to consume food, did nothing but open its mouth, and the broth dropped to the floor. "Oh, I know! You're not eating because it's not horndeer milk, huh?" The boy concluded it was a matter of ingredients. "Sorry, but I can't help it! The last one died a year ago." After their meal, the boy tied a rope to Joaan's neck, securing it to ensure he wouldn't run away again. "Let's get to bed, the fire's about to go out, and we wouldn't want to sleep cold, would we?"

With a yawn and a stretch, the boy greets Joaan. "Good morning Joaan!" The orb stands still in response. Using the red-hot coals left from yesterday's fire, the boy burns strips of wood, quickly placing them into the fireplace. "Phew, I'm running out of things to burn." Bringing a bowl and pieces of fish, the boy quickly prepares the same meal he always ate. Taking a sip, he offers the bowl to Joaan. The orb turns away. "Aw, why not?" After his meal, the boy prepares his equipment and opens the door, which creaks from old age. "Come on Joaan, let's get some wood!" The orb saw no other human but the boy, and the houses besides his own were all dilapidated and decrepit. The boy took out an axe and began to chop pieces of wood from the other houses. "Darn… The wood's all damp from the snow." Joaan gave no reply. "Hmm? I guess you are right. I have no right to complain when I'm 'borrowing' wood from people's homes." Joaan gave no reply. "...They're gonna be so mad when they come back, huh?" Joaan gave no reply. "I can't help it! I've gotta do this stuff or else I'll die!" Joaan stared at him. "Of course, I believe they'll come back, it's only been 5 years. Paradise is super far away!" Joaan gave no reply. "I heard there's a lot of food, and the people who live there are super smart. People also told me about fruits, and how there are animals everywhere!" Joaan looked at multiple stones stacked on each other. "The only people who ended up staying were me and… the old folks who died." The boy stared at the stones as well. Suddenly, a rope with makeshift bells began to ring. Running to the house that it came from, the boy paused. "Please… I pray…" Opening the door the boy shouts, "Welcome back!" …But nothing greeted him back.

"Haha, gotcha! It was a fish!" The boy showed a fish, half the height of his body, off to Joaan. "Oh yeah! This is the biggest one we've caught in a long time!" Bringing it home, he quickly cracks off the head with his axe and gives it to Joaan. "Here, your favorite part!" Scraping off the scales of the fish, the boy quickly sets it onto a rope, planning to dry it. "To save wood, I'll eat this raw!" He sliced off a block of flesh and prepared to eat. Noticing that Joaan only stared at the head, he began to get childishly frustrated. "Jeez! Why aren't you eating? Did you forget how to? Here," bringing the fish to his mouth, he demonstrates how to eat. "You put it in your mouth, chew it up, and swallow." Swallowing his bite of fish, he sticks his tongue out. "See?" The orb, giving one last look to the fish, bit a piece off, chewed, and swallowed. "Zee?" The boy stared. "Oh… so you can eat."

After talking with Joaan, the boy decided it was time to pursue his family. Preparing for a long journey, he packs whatever he can. With a smile, the boy sets off. "My uncle said it's due south, so you can put your back to my house and walk straight." Joaan follows the boy from his side, as his paws crunch into the snow. "There should be a huge mountain that stops us, but behind that is Paradise. Oh!" The boy looks behind him. "We can barely see the sea now!" The prospect of being so far from his village excites the boy. "I've never been this far out before!" Joaan stares back as well. Looking forward again, the boy notices an out-of-place rock. "Hm? Looks like someone put this rock here…" Dusting off the snow, a red arrow reveals itself out of the dull grey. "Th-this is a message! For people like me, who want to get to Paradise!" Joaan stares at the boy, curious about his behavior. "What a relief! I'm so glad we left the village!" Joaan licks his maw. "Yeah! I'm happy too."

Nightfall came quickly, and the two settled down into a freshly made tent. The most recent rock rested beside the shelter. In the pot, the boy cooked some dried fish and water to soften it up. "I can't wait until there's something else to eat. Think you've tried a 'vegetable' Joaan?" Joaan continued to eat his meal. "Apparently, I have, but I was too little to remember it." The boy took a bite of his own from his bowl. "And then there's round soft 'fruits!' My uncle told me they taste sweet, but I don't know what that is. He tried to explain, but it didn't work out." Scraping up the remains of his meal, the boy finishes his stories. "Ah… I feel so free!"

Days of walking pass, the rocks showing the way. "Look!" a bunch of snow was covering something, which the boy cleaned revealing a shrub of dead sticks. "A plant! That means we're close to the mountain! We're almost there Joaan!" The wolf stared at the shrubs. "I better take this for firewood!" The boy snapped off all of the dried-up sticks and rolled them into a rope. The next rock caught his eye, distracting him from the breaking ice he stood on. With a splash, he went into the freezing water. "Woah! Now I've done it! Haha!" The boy crawled out, taking off his wet coat. "My face is freezing! I'm soaked! But on the bright side, water! We can fish!" The boy was excited, despite his precarious situation. The orb noticed something was off before the boy could. "Huh?" one of the sticks was driven deep into his thigh, drawing a steady stream of blood. "Woah…" After setting up camp, the boy ripped a piece of cloth into a long strip, covering his wound as best as he could. "I… I'll be fine! It's just a scratch." The boy brings the wolf close, preparing to sleep. "I'm not going back now! Not when I still have food! I'm walking again tomorrow."

With deep heavy breaths, the boy traverses the snow, with Joaan in tow. His strength began to fail, so he decided it was time to rest. "Let's set up camp." Joaan doesn't say anything. In the tent, the boy checks up on his wound, which nearly doubled in size and began to rot. Despite this, the boy gave a wavering smile. The orb could feel his pain, and instinctively knew it was bad.

"That's where you're wrong Joaan, stopping just because we don't know whether or not everyone is alive is foolish!" Joaan says nothing as he walks. "If we go back now, we'll just rot in that shack! I can't stand that, so I'm going to paradise!" Joaan says nothing. "I bet the real reason they don't come back is because it's so good there! Full of nice food and people, and fun things to do." A rock becomes visible in the distance. "So…" Dusting off the snow, the rock was not the usual arrow, instead it was crossed out. Taking another look would have proven that the expedition failed. Everyone from the village perished, and the boy knew it.

"Joaan… This proves that people were here! Everyone was here! Th-that… That means we're going the right way! So, uh, we can make it!" A tear of frustration and grief fell from his eyes. "We can make it… can… can we make it?" Joaan said nothing. "Tell me Joaan…" Joaan said nothing. "What do you think?" Joaan said nothing. "I guess… You can't talk, huh?" Joaan said nothing. "I've only… been talking to myself this entire time…" Joaan said nothing. "...Joaan… Let's go home." Joaan said nothing. "I decided that… Not you… I want to go home." His voice began to shrink. "I wanna go home…" After another few days of walking, the boy and Joaan make it to where they began. The boy falls onto the doorstep. His wound threatened to rot his leg off. "Ahhh…" The boy managed to crawl to his bed, placing his head into his arms, on his knees. "Ahhhhh…"

"Hahaha. Why are you looking at me like that?" Joaan looked at him with sadness, knowing what was happening. "Are you hungry? Let me cook something." The boy attempts to stand, but he falls onto his fevered head. Using the last pieces of fish, he cooks his usual meal. After eating, he checks on his wound. It was nearing black. "It already feels better…" Joaan sniffed the wound. "Does it smell good or something?" Looking into Joaan's eyes, the boy resolves. "Once my leg heals up, we're trying again!"

"That's… weird." The boy lay prone on his bed, using a wet rag to quell his fever. Joaan looked at his friend, his eyes telling the boy he was near his death. "Hehe…" With a thunk, the boy pulled himself off the bed. "Nn… Ahhh." The boy dragged himself to a chair. "M-my… chair." Placing himself onto the chair, the boy struggles to raise his torso. "I… I don't want to be laying down when… when they get back… it won't look cool." Joaan stared. "Ack! This… Is more my style… right here… will… look good." Joaan stared. "Joaan… I… I have a favor." The boy's eyes began to waver. "Remember… me… forever." With a smile, the boy looked up to the roof of his house and fell asleep.

Posting this as I work on chapter 2, pls favorite and follow, maybe even write a review. I will continue to work on this and I hopefully won't abandon it. See ya and stuff

-Hhurb