"So what's the issue this time?" Inquired a dark-haired woman of her mid-30s. She was quite attractive, had all the features which would enchant the male gaze, she had long slender legs complimented by her large thighs, she possessed a large bust and noticeable muscle. She sat seated in a too relaxed position. "So basically- an older man of about above 50 who sat in front of her was interrupted. "So basically, your daughter is getting punished for no reason, and we are wasting your time," rudely interrupted a young girl of 16. She had dark hair, which would likely be longer if it wasn't for her pony tail and her almost miniature droplet shaped pony tails which sat in front of each of her ears, which complimented her quite high bangs.
"C'mon Mio el silencio" the mother responded too calmly, Mio folded her arms huffed and puffed and glued her mouth shut.
"So basically, Mio was fighting with another student during lunch and used her quirk," the principle stated.
"Mio!" The woman spoke with an almost infantilizing tone. Mio looked away towards the door, fidgeting in her seat, clenching her teeth, skirt, and seat. To Mio, situations where she's supposed to just sit and sit and sit and watch were the worst. They were like the 2nd worst kind of torture behind, you know... a life without baked goods. The principal got ready to speak again. "And you know it wouldn't be the end of the world if she just gave him a good wallop to the head because oh God does that Callum kid grind my gears but the quirk is really where we have the issue there," The mother let out a sigh and stroked the hair out of her eyes "And I get it young Mio you obviously want to be a hero and obviously want to go UA but heroes have to follow rules too that's why we set up rules from such a young age," uttered the balding man.
"Uh huh," she nodded, playing along. "But um, Miss Metallica?" He paused and began sweating "I'm sorry, it's just confusing figuring out what to call the number 3 hero who's... in my office right now... oh my God... I'm sorry, I just need a glass," He kept sweating erratically. A few long seconds later, he was done.
"But um, yes, Miss Metallica, this is young Mio's 95th fight this year" She looked to Mio, squeezing herself in her chair. "Mio what's up with getting into so many fights can't you just- WAIT 95TH?!" She spontaneously combusted at that amount.
The meeting continued for another 5 minutes then 10 minutes then 20 minutes detailing some if her worst offenses like throwing a pen into one of a boys ten eyes, kicking a 9ft boy in his most sensitive area being the back of his knee and almost drowning a dude who attempted to trip her up in the hallway. After the meeting finished the two were leaving the school building. "A pen in the eye, seriously, ya know if you were anyone else I'd have to arrest you," she remarked whilst shaking her her head and resting her hand in her palm. "Well guess I'm one lucky gal," she commented cheekily. "Oh my little droplet don't you dare ever change," she said in a reminiscent tone"
"Welp," The mother stood there with her hands out expectantly. Mio rose an eyebrow. "Welp what? Oh no if you think that I'm getting flown home then you must be insane, first of it's embarrassing second of it's just cringe getting flown home like a child everyday third I don't need the whole world seeing me that can happen once I become a pro cuarto llevo una falda, así que eso podría ser malo en ciertos ángulos y fifth we areeee already at home," she sorrowed in defeat. "Say where's your brother?" Metallica asked
In a dead and dingy street stood three rough looking guy. They had chains paired with leather jackets, one had large disproportionate hands clearly his quirk, the others had no clear signs of any abilities but managed to carry their presence. The three looked down on a school child of 16. He had short black hair which spiked backwards, along with two hair strands which fell down on top of his forehead. His right eyebrow was a bit thick and had a cut down the middle splitting the eyebrow in two, his left eyebrow was thick as well but lacked the distincting asset which the latter had. He was built very well having clear muscle definition through his school uniform. His eyes roared confidence, and his mouth yelled conviction. He stood tall like a mountain and moved like jelly having a hop in each step. "So kid let's just make this quick, give us your money, otherwise we'll have to do some stuff which we don't wanna do," stated the biggest member of the group, towering over the boy licking his lips with a long tongue. The man with big hands also commented. "Yeah listen to the boss big, bad, Kabuto Keke kekeh," He whispered rather loudly. The boy stood like the mountain unmoved. "Yeah sorry man I don't have any money I already gave all my pocket money to another homeless guy," replied the young man unserious as ever. "What the hell do you mean another?" the biggest one snarled. The black haired child smirked "I mean if someone's begging me for money I assume they're homeless, otherwise its just pretty weird," "Did your mamma ever teach you manners kid?" Retorted the one who was quiet up until now. "Eh probably" coolly commented the boy.
The biggest member began strutting towards the boy clenching his fist. "Fine then if you won't give us your shit we'll just take it!" he progressively got louder until throwing a punch. The boy sees the punch coming from a year away and swerves it. He smirks again as the big guy goes for another one he dodges again this time ducking to his right then putting his leg out to trip the robust thug up. The other member appears behind and attempts to-
The large handed man was back hand fisted in the face, by a glowing fist, launching him right into the back of the alley. The last member pulls out a knife and begins frantically waving it. "Woah woah, who the hell are you- what's your quirk- how are you so strong and" He's cut off. "So many questions," the boy began hopping towards him putting weight onto each side of his body for every step he took "Well the names Daichi Romero, my quirk is quake, I can manipulate the earth and have super strength indicated by" he pointed to his glowing hand "this, so is that all your questions?" He's given an answer by the thug not answering. "Welp good then," he smiled and proceeded to knock the guy our with one swift punch.
Later that that day back at home in their garage. Daichi was using a punching bag. Seeing as they didn't have cars due to you know their mother being a hero and having the ability to fly they didn't need vehicles as they only really took up space. Therefore they transformed their garage into a gym. Their was two bars and multiple racks of weights going up to 200kg in a single plate. There were dumbbell holders going up to 100kg, as well as a squatting machine. This was practically Daichi's home, as sometimes he spent most of his day in there and even sometimes went to sleep in the middle of a bench press.
Daichi's chosen activity today wasn't any weights but was designated to the punching bag. Each strikes was causing the punching back which had been drilled into the ground to wriggle out of place. "Woah relax tough stuff," a comforting voice came from the right from the entrance of the garage. It was his mother, she came walking in with a bounce in each step. "Hey," Daichi said in an enthusiastic tone. His mother stood behind the punching bag tightly holding on to it forcing her chest into it. The punching back withstood more blows this time not moving due to the fortified building holding onto it. "So how was school?" a typical question for a mother to ask. "Boring as ever he sighed," giving the punching bag another punch this one being a big right hook to even cause his mother to flinch. "Yeah I never liked school either especially junior high but UA should be fun," she compromised. "Yeah about UA I went onto their school sight and," he replied in a sceptical tone the beautiful woman of 35 was prepared for what was coming. "How come you didn't just put us in for special recommendation?" he was clearly annoyed by his raised cut eyebrow. The pair started moving and Metallica picked up some punching pads and they started using them. She switched hands and positioned and attempted to go for strikes on his head causing him to practise his blocking. "Well um..." Metallica fidgeted as sweat dropped down her hourglass body. "If you can't even get passed the entrance exam then there's no point in getting into the school any way," the clear truth was that she forgot to sign them up.
They continued practising but Metallica hit him a bit too hard giving him a cut in the head. The pair sat down as the mother tended to the cut wiping it down and putting a plaster over it despite Daichi's constant insistence. "Say has your sister gotten into 95 fights in school," she asked her son. "Yes," he responded. She pinched him. "And why didn't you stop her?" she asked again in a disappointed childish tone, making a comedic face. "Uhh I don't know maybe cause I wasn't there," he said in a dumb sarcastic voice. "What were you doing then?" she asked. "I was playing football," he looked to side. She pinched him harder. "Lie," "No it's not," he looked around choosing not to stare into his carer's eyes. The pressure got to him so he just admitted to sleeping off in his English class.
"Mom!" Mio yelled now making her appearance known in the garage. "Can we get Mexican for dinner?" "Yeah sure," the mother responded "My phone's on my bed, my card should already be entered," "What's my budget?" Mio asked bouncing from side to side. "Uh thirteen thousand yen, just get me a quesadilla and some cheesy fries, Daichi what do you want?" "Just buy me whatever," he contemplated many things but just went for his gut desire. "OK so that means nothing," she declared whilst hopping away. "Hey no, knowing you'll you will actually order me nothing and just blow the budget on donuts," Daichi stated whilst walking towards her. "Hey my donuts matter," she exclaimed, without turning back and still walking away. "Not as much as my stomach," he declared loudly. "Daichi dear your a growing boy you can afford to have one less meal a day," Mio teased him in an infantilising tone. "Plus I need to ear it's good for my skin," "Yeah and I need to eat its good for my body," he retorted. "Fine I'll order you their small burrito," she attempted to compromise. "So what? You can get their 15 donut box along with their 10 cookie box," He genuinely asked in a salty manner. "Wow you know me so well?" She smirked making no attempt to deny it. "Just get me the large," he demanded. "Small!" "Large!" "Small- ow?!!" The both yelled. They were ambushed by their mother who pulled both of their ears. "Jesus Christ do I seriously have to order it? God you kids will need to learn to compromise and follow basic rules while your at it," The two kids slumped admitting defeat as their mother walked out the garage heading towards her phone.