"Correct again Yonda."

Yonda loved school.

Maybe it's just because she was the smartest five-year-old around, but she never got tired of hearing the teacher praise her for getting something right.

"Alright now, can anyone tell me what this is?" The teacher said as she pointed to the chalkboard.

Yonda raised her hand and opened her mouth to answer the question.

And then, without warning, her world changed.

UAUBJEHEAGYLOHTATEKUAPHUBTHEAGILUGYEAUHD!

Suddenly Yonda heard noises coming from every direction. A cacophony of what sounded like words, but there were so many people speaking that it all sounded like garbled nonsense.

Huh? What's going on!? Yonda was confused for a moment, but that confusion quickly turned to fear, as she frantically looked around for the source of such a horrible noise. What's that noise!?

Everyone else in the class looked just as alarmed, but instead of looking around for noise, they were all looking at her.

And the noise grew louder.

HELIHAYUDILAIOEHFUYGAEYDGAWIHDPUYAGYHIOLAHDTEGAWBAUYDYAEILBDYAG!

Why is everyone looking at me!? Why is it so loud! Yonda covered her ears to try and stop herself from hearing the noises but to no avail.

Fear quickly turned to panic as Yonda's breath started to become erratic and her body started to tremble.

Her classmates and her teacher were trying to say something. Still, despite seeing their mouths move, she couldn't hear them over the seemingly omnipresent noise.

Make it stop! Please make it stop! Yonda begged, tears pouring out of her eyes. MOMMY! DADDY! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!

But it didn't stop. Not even for a second. Unending noise, every second, from everywhere, sounding like it was coming from inside her own head.

Soon her vision began to grow blurry, it felt like she couldn't breathe but her breath was out of control.

Panicking even more now, Yonda left her seat and ran out of the classroom as fast as she could, hoping to escape the noise but once again this proved fruitless.

Eventually, her strength started to fade, causing Yonda to trip, landing flat on her face.

Her vision went black, and she passed out in the middle of the hallway.

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When Yonda woke up, she found herself in a hospital bed.

Her head was still groggy, and her ears had been plugged deep with some strange tubes. They felt odd and uncomfortable, and anytime she moved her head she could feel them and uncomfortable deep inside her ears they were.

But the noise was gone, thankfully.

Although it wasn't just that horrible noise that vanished, but so did all the noise. Yonda couldn't hear a thing.

And the silence was almost as unnerving.

What's going on? Why can't I hear? Yonda asked, speaking to no one in particular.

As panic started to rise up within her once again, a few moments later a nurse quickly came into the room.

Miss Nurse!? Why can't I hear!? What happened to me!? Am I dying!? Yonda asked frantically, as she started to get more and more scared with each paranoid thought that entered her head.

The nurse was alarmed for a second, but quickly regained her composure and took a quick look at the machines that had been plugged into her, before going over to a drawer and pulling out a needle.

She then went over to her I.V. bag and injected the needle into a slit.

What was that? Am I gonna be alright!? Yonda asked.

The nurse walked over to a nearby table and picked up the whiteboard and marker that had been left there.

She wrote something on it quickly, before showing it to Yonda. "Please calm down, you're not going to die."

Then why can't I hear? What was that noise!? Yonda asked, not really calming down all too much, as she was still dazed and confused.

"It seems like your quirk developed." The nurse wrote before erasing it and writing something else. "You're not used to it yet, so it's causing you some problems, but we're going to help you. Ok?"

It wasn't long until the drugs started to kick in, and Yonda calmed down.

But that feeling of discomfort never went away, as Yonda spent her time in eerie silence.

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She could read minds.

At least, that's what the doctor told her.

She could read the minds of those around her, and speak telepathically. She could even hear and speak through walls.

However, due to her inexperience with her quirk, and just the sheer amount of people thinking at any point in time, in any given location, she was unable to accurately discern what anyone was saying.

It was like a deaf person suddenly being able to hear for the first time, in the middle of a stadium filled with people screaming their lungs out.

Thankfully, plugging her ears completely would allow her some silence.

Unfortunately, that silence didn't last long.

Given her condition, the hospital decided it was better to send her to a Quirk Counseling facility.

It was in a more isolated location, so in theory, it should be a better environment for her to learn how to use her quirk.

As Yonda lay in her bed, staring up at the wall with bloodshot, baggy eyes, she didn't really feel like that was the case.

In fact, right now if you asked Yonda to describe the Chikawara Quirk Counseling Ward, she would say, hell.

They had taken the plugs out of her ears, and they said it would be better for her to get used to hearing people's voices in her head constantly.

And while they said she would be hearing fewer people due to the ward being in an isolated location, Yonda didn't really notice much of a difference.

Leading to her spending her days with the thoughts of the hundreds of patients and employees, constantly.

She rarely left her bed. Partially because it was hard to focus on anything with the voices in her head, but mostly because she constantly wanted to sleep.

Sleep was her only salvation. The only time when she could have some peace and quiet.

But actually falling asleep was something that seemed almost impossible most of the time.

Even putting aside the constant voices in her head(which wasn't exactly easy), everything about this place just made it uncomfortable to sleep in.

Her being in an unfamiliar location, away from her family and anything familiar to her. The cheap bed and cheap blanket barely did anything considering how cold they kept this place for no reason.

And the pillow. Yonda had never understood just how important a good pillow was to a good night's sleep, but now she would never forget it.

It's like it was designed to be the most uncomfortable excuse for a pillow there ever was. Hard, stiff, and cold.

All of it made for a truly unpleasant experience, to say the least.

The only breaks she got from failing to fall asleep were the quirk counseling sessions. Yonda always tried her hardest to learn whatever they were teaching her as quickly as possible. To be a good student like she always was.

But it was hard for a sleep-deprived little girl to learn so much, so quickly. Especially when she had hundreds of thoughts being shoved into her head at all times.

I wanna go home. Yonda thought as she cried into her pillow for the who knows how manieth time this week. I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I wanna go home!

Eventually, a nurse came in to tell her to be quiet. Although that was easier said than done. It was hard to tell when she was speaking or when she was thinking anymore.

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A month felt like such a long time for a little girl.

Even more so when that month is spent in absolute agony.

The only silver lining was that she was making progress with her quirk control. Pretty fast progress according to the doctors.

Of course, they were nowhere close to finding a way to turn her quirk off, and they didn't even know if she could.

But she was able to at least separate the voices into sentences, and actually understand what people were saying, or rather, thinking.

Naturally, however, that silver lining came with its own issue.

I'm hungry!

I'm hot!

I'm cold!

I want my mommy!

I want my papa!

I hate those stupid adults!

I can't wait for my shift to end.

I fucking hate kids, why did I even take this job!

I swear I'm gonna punt one of these kids one day.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home!

I wanna go home!

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home!

I wanna go home!

I wanna go home!

I WANNA GO HOME!

Yonda's eye twitched as she was forced to hear the never-ending sea of complaints and negativity that spewed from everyone's minds.

People liked to complain, was something Yonda had learned very quickly.

They complained about anything and everything. Which Yonda found strange because, from her perspective, they didn't have all that much to complain about.

She would gladly take being too cold, or too hot, or too hungry, or itchy or whatever if it meant she could finally turn her quirk off!

THEY didn't have to deal with listening to everyone's thoughts 24/7, so why did they complain so much!?

And you'd think that at some point, they'd work to resolve their issues and stop complaining, right?

No. Unlike Yonda, most of the time people just complained and didn't do anything to make their situation better.

She especially hated the many of the workers here.

Yonda didn't want to be here either, but the difference was THEY had a choice. They didn't HAVE to take this job if they hated it so much. But they did, and now it was HER problem.

And even when someone did resolve their current issues, they typically just found something else to complain about.

While there were some positive thoughts, they got drowned out in the sea of whining.

It was like no one was happy in this place.

Yonda couldn't wait to leave this miserable hell hole.

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At long last the day had come. The day she'd leave this nightmare behind.

The doctors had said that she had enough proficiency with her quirk, that she could finally leave.

She still was in a constant state of discomfort due to being assaulted by people's thoughts every second of every day, but she could at least function properly now.

And hopefully, now that she was leaving the ward, the outside world would be a bit more positive.

Yonda happily skipped outside the ward and found her father waiting for her in front of his car.

Her face brightened, and she opened her mouth to greet him.

Well, it was nice while it lasted, wish she could have stayed here a bit longer. So long peace and quiet. I swear I should have ditched those two when I had the chance.

As soon as Yonda heard her father think that, the smile slowly faded from her face.

What had her father meant by that? He couldn't have been talking about her, could he?

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Things did get better.

Hearing people think negatively was one thing, hearing her parents think negatively, and do so more than anyone else she'd heard, was another.

Fuck I overslept! Why didn't that bitch wake me up!?

Worthless piece of trash, why did I ever agree to marry him?

One day I swear I'm gonna kill my fucking boss!

And then there were their thoughts about her.

I swear kids only exist to be parasites.

Why the hell do I have to be the one with a deaf kid? And with such a creepy quirk.

If it weren't for Yonda I'd be rich by now I swear!

I should have made him use a condom.

There were many things Yonda didn't understand. But she was always good at learning.

And with the help of the internet, and comparing her parent's thoughts, to the thoughts of other people's parents, she had started to come to the conclusion that there was something wrong with her family.

She'd never been super close to her parents, but she had trusted them. Cared about them. Maybe even loved them.

Or did she?

A daughter should love her parents, and the parents should love their daughter.

That was what they taught in school. That was what she'd learned online. That's what felt natural.

But Yonda was starting to wonder if she understood what love was because it didn't feel like there was any love in her house at all.

However, Yonda was a quick learner, and soon she learned how right she was.

One night, while she was having dinner with her parents. She heard this.

I can't wait for these two to go to bed so I can see Ayano. Her father thought. Sleeping with her always makes life feel worth it.

Yonda raised an eyebrow in confusion. Daddy? Mommy's name isn't Ayano.

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People didn't make sense to Yonda.

Why did they do things that made them unhappy?

Why would you marry someone you didn't love? Why start a family if you're going to hate having one?

Those were the questions that went through Yonda's head, as she was taken to her new home, the Kahari Orphanage.

Her whole world had been turned upside down ever since she'd awakened her quirk. She thought she was smart, but there were so, so many things she didn't understand.

It's like she'd been playing the kiddie pool the whole time, but then she was suddenly thrown into the ocean.

It made her feel so powerless. Weak.

But there was only one thing she could do about it. What she was best at.

Learning.

She'd learn more about the world and the people in it.

She'd keep on learning until she understood everything.

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People were, generally, stupid. Really, really stupid.

This was something Yonda had come to understand fairly quickly, as she pursed all the books at the nearby library.

World history, psychology, and pretty much any studying she did on humans and how they acted quickly informed Yonda, that while there were some smart people, like herself, most of the world consisted of absolute morons.

And her quirk confirmed this.

Most of the kids her age couldn't even understand half of what she was learning. Nor did they bother to try. They just went around thinking the simplest thoughts imaginable, and living their simple lives.

The adults weren't much better.

Like her parents, so many of them put themselves in situations they didn't like, and then complained about it. Never bothering to fix their own problems, never bothering to try.

Hey Yonda! You suck! She heard someone say.

Yonda just sighed.

This was not uncommon at the orphanage.

Yonda didn't really care to interact with any of the idiot mouthbreathers that did nothing but whine, and even if she could, her quirk made communicating quite difficult.

It was hard enough just to exist when you're constantly bombarded by other people's(mostly negative) thoughts, let alone focusing enough to have a conversation with someone.

Combine all that with the fact that her quirk was viewed as creepy, meaning that she was not particularly popular. Not that she cared to be.

Although to be fair, she didn't care to do much of anything anymore. All she did was go down to the local library, and either spend the day on the computer or take a book back to her room.

She didn't think people would have any reason to mess with her. As she tried to keep to herself, and not let loose how much she absolutely despised everyone else around her.

But another fact about people Yonda learned rather quickly, is that many of them liked to be cruel for seemingly no reason.

Yonda had actually gone down a rather deep rabbit hole after she made the mistake of trying to figure out just how cruel mankind could be.

If there was ever a time Yonda wished to unlearn something, it was that day.

But on a more personal level, many of the kids would, at random times, call out to her, making fun of her, saying gross things, etc.

Because they knew she was listening. She had no choice, but to listen.

And it was really getting on her last nerve.

People already bothered her just by existing around her, and now they were actively trying to piss her off.

But what could she do about it?

Revenge was the first thing that came to her mind. To really give him something to whine about.

But what could she do? She wasn't suited for beating people up.

Seriously, what was her quirk useful for, other than learning people's secrets?

And that's when Yonda got an idea.

Hmmmm. People know that I can read minds. So maybe they'll believe whatever I say. Yonda pondered as a devilish smirk crawled up her face. They are all idiots after all.

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Yonda watched on as three boys, now covered in cuts and bruises, were scolded by the orphanage director.

It'd been simple. Really simple.

All she had to do was tell one of them that the other two stole his dessert. And the violent idiots proceeded to get into a fight.

Yonda was amazed at how quickly the three "friends" turned on each other. How easily they played into her plan.

It made her feel good.

As she watched them dance to her tune, she felt a rush, unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

And for the first time, in so, so long. It felt like she started to understand this confusing world.

She knew what she did was wrong. She knew that it was wrong to feel good about it.

But she was only human.

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She got caught eventually.

In hindsight, it was only natural that when someone goes around spreading lies, it's only a matter of time until everyone figures out you're a liar.

It took a while though.

Yonda had spread anger and distrust throughout the entire orphanage, getting people to fight each other, getting people in trouble, and tearing apart bonds on a whim.

And every time she did it, she felt the same thrill she did when did it the first time.

She just couldn't stop herself. These little schemes were the only things that really brought her any amount of joy anymore.

And with a quirk like hers, it's what she suited for anyway.

By now she'd figured out that she wasn't really a GOOD person. Good people don't feel happy about doing bad things to others.

But Yonda liked to believe she wasn't a bad person either.

It's not like people were getting THAT hurt. And sometimes she even felt a bit guilty about what she did.

She was just…selfish. Like so many people throughout history. And honestly, she could live with that.

But, eventually, the adults figured out that she was too involved in many of the incidents around the orphanage, and got suspicious. And once they questioned the kids and realized that she was involved with EVERY incident, that's when they realized what she'd done.

Next thing she knew, she was being taken away by some people who belonged to a group called the O.P.C.C.C.

Yonda had, apparently, been on a watchlist ever since her quirk developed, and now that she'd done this, she'd proven herself dangerous enough to be considered an O.P.C.

It was kind of flattering.

Honestly, this whole thing kinda felt like a reward. Like acknowledgment for all the work she put in.

Yeah, she was locked in a room and couldn't leave for who knows how long, but to be fair, as long as she had access to the internet, books, and idiots, she'd be fine.

Well, "fine".

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The people here were particularly awful.

Cheating, abuse, drugs, and other terrible things ran rampant in this place.

Guess the internet was right about the government. It's so comforting to know the people running the country were as evil as can be.

It made her feel bad for the few truly good souls that did work here.

There were fewer people here, so she was actually able to hear the good people this time. And it was refreshing.

It left her with a bit of hope that there were actually good people in this world.

Part of her wished she was one of them.

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Today was a bad day.

She'd had these before. Where nothing particularly bad happened, but she just…couldn't anymore.

Days where the strength she'd built and all the coping mechanisms she'd developed for the constant sea of thoughts flowing into her head at all times, just failed her.

And it almost felt like she was back where she started.

Yonda lay in bed, curled into the fetal position, her blankets shoved into her ears.

She knew it was futile. Only special equipment could completely plug her ears, and she didn't have any of that.

But she needed a break.

Just a day. She'd even take an hour. Just any time at all without the voices.

She just wanted some silence, was that too much to ask?

Aghhhh! Yonda threw her blanket aside and started frantically looking around her room, for anything she could use to stop the pain.

And that's when her eyes landed on it.

A pair of scissors.

One of her guards had dropped them earlier. Typical negligent guards.

As she looked at them, a thought surfaced.

If plugging her ears stopped her quirk. What if she just…didn't have ears anymore.

She'd finally be free.

Yonda got out of bed and walked towards the scissors.

And with little hesitation, she brought them to her ears.

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Silence. Sweet, sweet silence.

It'd been so long since the voices were silenced.

The pain didn't matter. Only the silence.

It didn't take O.P.C.C.C. long to notice what she'd done. Honestly, the fact that she managed to do it at all, spoke volumes about how much they cared for her well-being, but she didn't care.

All Yonda could do was smile as she watched the doctors fix her up.

She had no idea what horrible thoughts they could be thinking. None at all.

…She had no clue…she was…in the dark again.

Useless girl.

Huh? Yonda's eyes widened, as she heard a voice pop up in her head again. No, no, no, no, no!

I wish she'd die! Maybe we should let her bleed! Waste of time! I wanna go home. Can we eat her? I hate my wife! I hate everyone! My boss should jump off a building!

All of a sudden, the voices were back, and louder than ever! So many voices, she couldn't even tell where they were all coming from!

NO! NO! NO! STOP! Yonda screamed as she clutched her head in pain, frantically shaking as the doctors tried to keep her still.

Quickly they restrained her, and injected something into her, sending her into a deep sleep.

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It was funny.

Real funny.

According to the doctors, the voices Yonda had heard after she cut off her ears weren't real. But a form of paranoid schizophrenia.

Apparently, years of hearing people's negativity and hatred had caused her to develop some form of trauma.

Now whenever she couldn't hear people's thoughts directly, her mind would just project what she was thinking, in the form of auditory hallucinations.

Yonda actually laughed when she read that.

She could never escape her quirk, even when it wasn't active. It had permanently ruined her.

The hallucinations were actually worse than her quirk most of the time.

It felt like she was in the middle of a city, filled with the angriest, most hateful people in the world.

Her own personal nightmare, that she wouldn't be able to wake from until her ears grew back. Which would likely take months.

Part of her considered just…ending it.

But O.P.C.C. had increased the security in her room, to the point where she would actually have difficulty hurting herself.

So, she had no choice but to live with it.

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Izuku Midoriya.

That was the name of the person who'd be adopting her.

She'd been told that he was a benevolent, loving person.

Yonda hoped he was.

Because at this point, she was getting really, really tired of being surrounded by deplorable idiots.

If this Izuku Midoriya didn't prove to be any better, she was just about ready to quit.

But she'd worry about that if it came to it.

For now, she had to practice how she was going to greet him. First impressions were important after all.

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He was perfect.

Well, not perfect. No one was perfect. But Izuku Midoriya was as close to perfect as she'd found.

He was the embodiment of selflessness. Of kindness. Of love.

And he was smart too. She could tell he was one of the special people. The people that rose above the idiot masses.

In just a few short days, she'd felt more a connection to him, than she ever had with her real parents.

And miraculously, it wasn't just him. The Midoriya Foundation was almost like paradise.

Finally, she was free from that sea of constant negativity. Free to actually enjoy life again.

At least for now.

By now Yonda knew better than to expect things to improve. The world was inherently a cruel and unforgiving place, and the moment you found happiness, the world would fight to take it away from you.

But Yonda wouldn't give up without a fight.

She'd make sure this happy place stayed happy. She'd do whatever it takes to finally live her life again.

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