My Hero Academia: Dynamite And A Laserbeam (Definitive Edition)

by DeathlyJazzHands55

Musutafu. The place where it all began. The place where Japan's greatest hero was born, and where his backstory took place. This was the place where the future number-one pro hero was born. But this isn't about him. This is about someone who just wanted to live a normal life and got dragged into this mess. That is Yoshihara Kira's story. (Definitive Edition of MHA: DLB)

4. Ch 3: Welcome To Musutafu (3)

Yoshihara exited the Love Hotel's elevator and entered the suite on the top floor, mentally exhausted after her day at school. It wasn't normal for her to be like that, but today was different. It had been far too eventful for her, what with meeting Midoriya and helping him out, if only briefly, with his bullying problem.

Said bully's name was apparently "Kacchan", but she knew that to be a nickname. No self-respecting parent in their right mind would name their kid "Kacchan" without the expectation that they would become a target for every bully on the known planet.

Maybe she could ask one of the other students at the school as to the true identity of "Kacchan", then she could speak to The Headmaster of Aldera about what had happened today.

Yoshihara exited the Love Hotel's elevator and entered the suite on the top floor, mentally exhausted after her day at school. It wasn't normal for her to be like that, but today was different. It had been far too eventful for her, what with meeting Midoriya and helping him out, if only briefly, with his bullying problem.

That aside, Yoshihara took off her backpack and slung it next to the elevator before turning around. She noticed a sticky note on the side of the elevator doors which hadn't been there before when she had left this morning. She had an idea as to what it was going to be about, but just to sate her curiosity, she ripped it off of the red walls of the elevator entrance and scanned it over, huffing at its contents.

Effectively, the note had explained to Yoshihara that Kayama-san was going out with her friends at the bar she frequently visited. It said she would be home no later than midnight, but Yoshihara knew better. Chances were that she wouldn't be back till three in the morning, and by then, Yoshihara would have been dead asleep.

Frankly, it was a problem, but she couldn't exactly fault Kayama-san for going out as much as she did. Kayama-san wasn't a drunkard per se, but she did drink a lot. She blamed it on the stresses of being a Pro Hero and the responsibilities tied to it. Having to save people every day and still getting criticism for minor things that, in the grand scheme of things, hardly mattered must've been rough for her mental health.

If there was something that Yoshihara had dreaded when it came to her future as a Pro Hero, it was the constant nagging of the average citizen toward their public defenders. While it had died down as of late, she had read about horror stories of hero hopefuls quitting due to the amount of stress that came with the job or worse, some outright ending it all due to their failure to save lives.

It was an endemic strictly contained within Japan because in other countries it wasn't nearly as bad. The one place that she could even remotely compare it to was probably Germany. But when she considered that it had been Germany who had come up with the idea of how heroes were seen in today's society, it made far more sense for them to be more scrutinized than the heroes in Japan.

On a lighter note, Yoshihara didn't mind that Kayama-san was out and about. It at least gave her some time to be alone without her yapping her ear off about how work was dreadful, and how she was secretly looking forward to retiring sometime in the future. Although speaking of people talking about their days at work, she wondered how Sasaki-san had been doing.

The last time she had checked in on him was about a month ago, having called him after finding out his place of work and getting Sasaki-san's number. He had been surprised to know that she had remembered him, and after they caught up briefly, they talked about how things had been and where she was now living. In that respect, he was like a grandfather to her, even if they weren't related.

To sum up their conversation, he had been doing okay. However recent health complications required him to get checked out at the nearby hospital. Yoshihara was worried for his safety, but he told her not to worry about him. And while that didn't make things any better, she placated him and said that she wouldn't.

Maybe if she wasn't super busy she could give him a call to see how he was doing. It was about time she did that anyway, and with Kayama-san not being home, nor would she be for a while, she saw no reason not to. Don't get her wrong, Kayama-san was nice and all but her not being here really was a breath of fresh air. Not having to deal with all the teasing she would receive for the rest of the day would've been amazing.

But, then again, considering where Kayama-san was going and or where she was currently, that might not have been the best thing in the world. It wasn't because Yoshihara was worried about her coming home drunk, but rather it was what would happen when she woke up in the morning. A hungover Kayama-san was a bitchy Kayama-san, and that was neither fun nor good.

"Oh well, that's for future me to worry about," Yoshihara thought as she balled up the post-it note, scoffing. She threw it out in the garbage can next to the elevator before walking over to her backpack and opening it. Rummaging through it, she brought out her cell phone before turning around and placing it on the coffee table, just in case Midoriya called her like she had asked him to.

Though, considering just how much of a nervous wreck Midoriya had been, she found it highly unlikely that he'd call. After all, if the way he talked to her in person was anything to go by, over the phone would probably go about the same way. She was also half convinced that, aside from his mother, his interaction with her had to have been the first time Midoriya had ever talked to a girl.

While it was sad, Yoshihara actually kind of found it to be endearing in a bizarre sort of way. She didn't know if it had been the fact that his eyes shone when he realized that she had been talking to him out of genuine interest, rather than wanting to shove him into a locker. Or if it had been because he gave off this sort of innocent energy that she hadn't seen in a teenage boy before. But either way, she found him to be, for the lack of a better way to word it, adorably awkward.

Most teenage boys she met were horndogs thanks to hormones. But Izuku Midoriya was different. Izuku Midoriya was the type of guy that she liked. Well, liked was a strong word, it was more like she tolerated him, but that was just semantics. What she meant by that was that Midoriya was not only kind but also, at least at the outset, was the type of guy who seemed genuinely caring to some degree or another. And that wasn't even talking about his passion for wanting to be a hero.

Yoshihara found it incredibly interesting that, despite his Quirklessness, Midoriya wanted nothing more than to be a hero. From the way he talked about it after school, it was almost like it had been his lifetime goal. Then again, most teenagers wanted to be heroes. But Midoriya's interest seemingly wasn't money-driven, nor fame-driven as most others were. He genuinely seemed like he wanted to be a hero for the hero aspect. The aspect of saving people.

And to think, the only reason why she wanted to become a hero was for a completely selfish reason. It honestly made her feel bad about her motivations. If anyone deserved her spot in the recommendation exam based on motive alone, it was Midoriya, and not her.

Although, speaking of people with inadequate reasons for being a hero, that "Kacchan" guy, who, if she remembered correctly, her teacher had called him "Bakugo-Kun", had been screeching at Midoriya to "resend his U.A. application." And if she were to guess why, it probably had something to do with him being Quirkless.

It was a wonder how Midoriya saw that guy as his "friend." Perhaps, in the past, they had been childhood friends. But that clearly wasn't the case anymore. The amount of vitriol and anger that had been in Bakugo's voice when he addressed Midoriya as "Deku" was proof enough for that. It was quite impressive just how much rage had been behind that nickname.

However, that raised the question of why Bakugo wanted him to resend his application. It clearly wasn't out of a need to protect him if the hatred and anger directed toward Midoriya was anything to go by, so it had to be something else. Her guess, aside from the fact that Midoriya was Quirkless, must've had something to do with not wanting to be around him anymore.

And if that was his reasoning, then it was a piss-poor one. One that further proved to Yoshihara that Bakugo was a piece of shit. And, if she were to also take a guess as to why he wanted to be a hero, then it probably had something to do with a power fantasy of his. Presumably about wanting to be the guy who replaced All Might. And if her assumption had been correct, then that made his reasoning to be a hero not only shallow but borderline pathetic.

Not only that but there was something that rubbed Yoshihara the wrong way about Bakugo. It wasn't just that he was a total dickwad, or that he was annoying as all get out, but, at least to her, there was something intrinsically wrong with him.

The only reason why she thought that was because in some way, somehow, Bakugo had found a way to trigger that part of her, even without knowing it existed. A part of her that only showed itself when she was either in dire straits or when she wanted to kill the person in front of her, effective immediately.

That aforementioned "part of her" was her "Quirk". For whatever reason, when she had been confronting Bakugo, instead of punching him in the face herself, her "Quirk" had shown itself again and did it for her. She had good reason to believe that it had been because of his shitty attitude and the way he had been acting toward Midoriya. But still, the fact that her "Quirk" had shown up at all rang alarm bells in her head.

The reason why it rang alarm bells in her head was because of what her "Quirk" could do, and what it could've potentially done to him as a result. Had that actually happened, she would've been the one in trouble, and not him—assuming he did get in trouble after she had barked at the teacher for not doing anything.

Though speaking of her "Quirk", Yoshihara always found her "Quirk" to be strange. Hell, she wasn't even so sure it was a Quirk. That was why whenever she talked about it she put heavy quotations around it. There was something about it that made it different. For starters, no one else could see it. She noticed that both at the school and all of those months back at the convenience store with that creep who had stalked her.

Then came the fact that it had a power of its own, which wasn't exactly possible for a Quirk to have a Quirk of its own. Essentially, anything it touched turned into a bomb. But it didn't immediately explode, not unless Yoshihara was in a rush. Wherever her "Quirk" touched, that area would inflate like a balloon, before it burst, destroying what had been touched, and reducing it to nothing.

It was a terrifying ability. One that she seldom ever used because of just how deadly it was. Then came the fact that it was only a pair of arms and sometimes, if only rarely, a pair of legs. The arms and legs were both hot pink, one of her least favourite colours, she should note. Much like herself, they were lean in muscle, and they were about as long as her actual arms and legs.

The arms wore a pair of matte black gloves that rode up to their elbows, with the upper portion of the glove being dual strapped and in a criss-cross style, embedded with golden studs. On the back of the gloves was an insignia of what appeared to be a humanoid cat skull, which was bizarre. Also of note was that the gloves were fingerless, which made sense seeing as the ability was based on touch.

The legs were much the same in that regard. Lean in muscle, and wearing a pair of matte black ankle-high, open-toed boots. It had three of the insignia's, one sitting at the toe-end of the boots, and two on either side of the ankle.

A part of Yoshihara genuinely believed that her "Quirk" wasn't a Quirk. Sure, sentient Quirks existed, but her power was not one of them. For one, it was only a pair of arms and legs. For two, and the reason why she believed that her "Quirk" was special and or not a Quirk at all, was how her "Quirk" awakened in a rather unorthodox way. For starters, she had been diagnosed as Quirkless, having an unneeded toe joint in her pinky toe.

While the science was wonky, it had been widely approved to be the deciding factor of whether or not someone had a Quirk. Seeing as she could still bend her pinky toe, that meant it hadn't changed. So why did she suddenly have a "Quirk?" Well, her "Quirk" manifested around the time she had been seven years old, and had run away from home over a year ago at that point.

She remembered the day that it had happened vividly. After all, why wouldn't she? It was a time in her life that had been filled with unparalleled strife—then again, so had most of her life, but that was neither here nor there. At the time, she was still living in the crappy orphanage that she had stumbled across, the same one that had kicked her out for not being able to donate to it once she had turned eleven years old.

On that day when the nightmare had begun, she remembered that she had gotten an extremely awful fever. No matter what the orphanage matrons or nurses tried, they could never get it to go down. She couldn't sleep, and eating had been a hassle. Her body had ached for a majority of the hours in the day, and it even got to the point that she had passed out due to the pain on several occasions.

Most of everyone in that orphanage, including a majority of the matrons and nurses, had expected her to die. On top of her being Quirkless, which already made the orphanage's opinion of her very low, her illness had practically made them give up hope for her. No one, aside from a scant few nurses, believed she was going to make it.

And so, because of that, rather than trying to help her in any way they could, they simply left it up to the fates to either deliver her to the skies above, or, the one that they had very little belief in happening, that being that she would somehow miraculously recover.

For the next fifty days of her life, she was in constant agony, with barely anyone trying to help her through it. Only a handful of nurses came by to check on her and to try and help her feel better. Unfortunately, most of their efforts fell flat on their faces. The fiftieth and final day of her illness had been the worst of it, and it had been the day she had remembered with the most accuracy.

She remembered the searing pain that had inflicted her bones and joints, the constant muscle spasms, the dreadful coughing fits, as well as the absolutely agonizing migraine she felt as a result of the monstrous fever that clocked in at about 43.9 degrees Celsius. That day, the one nurse who had stuck by her side through all of it, Hifumi Yatsuhiro, prayed for her to get better. When all of the others gave up hope, she had been the one to stay by her side. She had been the one that Yoshihara had committed to memory.

Whether or not her survival was a result of Hifumi's prayer being answered, or if it was sheer luck, Yoshihara didn't know to this very day. But when she did recover, it was almost instantaneous. And, on top of that, that day was the same one that she awakened her phantom arms and legs.

Yoshihara had always believed that it had been that fever that had granted her the powers that she had now. It was far too coincidental for it to even be a coincidence. That, and after researching about what had happened to her, it seemed as if no one else had that experience. She was the only one to have awakened her "Quirk" in such a way, which had led her to believe that it hadn't been a Quirk at all.

Then again, seeing as the world that she lived in was fantastical, and seeing as doctors were still trying to figure out just what the hell Quirks really were, the chances of her phantom arms and legs ending up being a Quirk, albeit a strange one, was still a possibility, even if that possibility was extremely slim.

Looking at the time, Yoshihara sighed. It was already 5:01 p.m. She had debated with herself whether or not she was going to have a shower or not. She had already had one this morning, but then again, she had gym for a second period today. She had worked up quite the sweat, so that had been her excuse to have another shower.

Walking up the stairs and into her bedroom, Yoshihara opened up her dresser and pulled out what she was going to change into, that being a pair of blue knee-high shorts, cat-themed knee-high socks, a black crop top, and the required undergarments. Scooping up the clothes in one arm and closing her dresser drawers, she walked out of her room and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Placing the clothing on the granite countertop near the sink, she walked toward the shower and twisted the faucet so that hot water would come pouring out, causing steam to quickly fog up the mirror. That way, she didn't have to look at her body in the mirror when she had shed her dirty clothing. Once the mirror had been completely fogged, Yoshihara began to strip down to her birthday suit.

Kicking her dirty clothes off to a random corner in the bathroom, Yoshihara turned on the shower head. Once done, she stepped into the shower and closed the curtains into the lip of the tub. The hot water pelted her skin and swept away the caked-on sweat and trapped dirt on her body. Rather than hurriedly getting herself clean, Yoshihara elected to stand underneath the water, her head lowered and her hair obscuring her face.

As strange as it might have been, Yoshihara had always found hot showers to be therapeutic. Be it because of the warm water helping to relax her muscles, or if it had been because of the sound the water made when it hit the porcelain tub and the walls around it, she honestly didn't know.

Whenever she was in the shower, she felt safe. She felt protected. She felt like nothing, or no one, could hurt her. Within the warm confines of the shower, she was completely safe from the outside world. Back in her old apartment, it was the only comfort she had, and even then it was on a time limit. But here? She could stand in the warm embrace of the shower for tens of minutes without feeling bad about it.

She had often theorized about why she had felt the way that she did when she was in the shower. After a long time of thinking about it, Yoshihara believed she had the answer, even if it was a little silly.

She believed that being in the shower made up for the life of coldness she had been forced to deal with. Be it her poor excuse of an egg donor along with her absent and or dead father, or the empty uncaring matrons and nurses of the orphanage she used to live in. Whether it had been the disgusting rat-filled streets that she spent most of her pre-teen life living in, or that crappy, shitty apartment she had barely been able to survive in due to how expensive it was, out of all of those places, the only one that she ever felt warm and safe within was the shower.

It had been the only constant she had looked forward to. At the end of the day, after a long day of miraculously getting by by the skin of her teeth, the shower had been the one to greet her. Not a person, not a pet, not even a phone call from home. But an inanimate object that had no feelings, no consciousness, and no idea it even existed.

If that wasn't sad, then she didn't know what else was.

On the other hand, showers weren't just therapeutic to her, they were also practical. After all, the main purpose of a shower was to clean oneself and wash away the day's pains and aches. That was why showers were invented. And while she would've loved to stand in the hot water for hours on end, it was about time that she got herself clean.

Reaching for the shampoo on the installed shelf wall, Yoshihara opened the cap on the bottle of shampoo and placed some into her hand. Lazily closing the lid against the wall of the shower, she placed the bottle back on the shelf before quickly and effortlessly lathering her hair with the shampoo.

She made sure that she got every inch of her scalp, that way she didn't have to worry about some parts of her hair being greasy, whereas others weren't. Afterward, she rinsed out the shampoo and reached for a special brand of conditioner that Kayama-san liked to use. It was meant to repair damaged hair follicles, and considering how eventful today had been, it was probably going to be needed.

Mimicking what she had done with the shampoo, Yoshihara made sure to cover just as much ground as she had with the shampoo, before rinsing it off, letting the warm water flow over her like a rock sitting underneath a waterfall.

After sitting underneath the shower head and shifting her hair about to make sure she got all of the leftover conditioner out of her hair, she reached for a bar of soap that sat next to the conditioner and shampoo. Yoshihara wasn't one to use bottled soap when she washed her body. She found it extremely ineffective so she much preferred barred soap.

For the next five minutes, Yoshihara scrubbed every inch of her body. From top to bottom, she left no place un-scrubbed. Due to her age, her body excreted more sweat than usual due to hormones, so she needed to be extra thorough. The last thing she wanted to get was acne because she missed a spot.

Once it was all said and done, Yoshihara rinsed herself off one final time, making sure to get every part of her body, before she shut off the shower. Pulling back the curtains, Yoshihara grabbed the closest towel that had been wrapped around a metal towel hanger, and whilst still in the tub, Yoshihara wrapped the towel around her body. That way when she stepped out, she didn't have to look at her body in the defogging mirror.

Was it dumb? To some, yes. But to her, the less she saw of her body, the better off she would feel. She was ashamed of how she looked because of those scars. They were a sore spot that she hated thinking about. Those scars represented a time in her life when she had been at her absolute lowest—a time before the strip club, and a time before she lived out on the streets—but the less she thought about that, the better.

Stepping out of the shower, her foot made contact with the mat that had been placed just at the foot of the tub. What she had expected to happen was for her foot to remain on the mat and for her to exit the tub with no problems. What had happened instead was that she nearly slipped and fell. Had it not been for the metal bar near the shower, she would've fallen backward and hit her head against the wall, which could've possibly led to a serious head injury.

"That was close…" Yoshihara muttered, staring at the mat with a distrustful gleam in her eye. "That's strange. Why's the mat so slippery? I was sure I tucked the curtains into the tub. It shouldn't be that slippery…" Yoshihara muttered, straightening herself out. Slowly, Yoshihara outstretched her leg toward the mat, attempting to get out of the shower for a second time.

As soon as her foot made contact with the mat, she felt it moments away from sliding out from underneath her. So, instead of putting all of her weight behind her foot, she gently pushed it with the tips of her toes. Instead of the mat slightly shifting in place, it flew across the bathroom, hitting the door and stopping immediately afterward.

All Yoshihara could do was stare incredulously at the mat, her eyes wide in disbelief. That just wasn't normal. There was absolutely no way that the mat should have been so wet that it slid that far away with practically no reason for it to do so. What made it even worse, was that from what she could tell, the mat looked fine.

"That's not at all what should've happened. The mat slid far too seamlessly. Not only that, but it didn't leave behind a trail of water like it should have if it had really been soaked…" Yoshihara thought, frowning. Something was wrong here. She didn't know what, but something was definitely wrong.

"Or maybe I'm just overthinking it," She thought, sighing. That was probably it. Besides, she was home alone. No one else could possibly get into her home without the special key that unlocked the floor that she lived on. It was simply just her paranoid mind being stupid. And so, with that pointless fear tossed out of her head, Yoshihara made a third attempt to get out of the shower. After all, the saying was "third time's the charm."

But, much to her immediate dismay, the moment her foot made contact with the solid tile floor, her foot slipped, and this time she wasn't able to correct herself. She fell backward into the tub, slamming her head against the wall. It hurt for about three seconds before the pain faded away. Her right leg hung uselessly across the tub, whereas her left leg had been pulled back into her stomach as she lay in the tub crescent style, flabbergasted at what had just happened.

Yoshihara blinked, collecting herself for a few moments as she processed what had just happened. "What the fuck?" Yoshihara whispered in disbelief. She had been completely befuddled. Bamboozled even. "No… seriously, what the fuck was that?" She continued, as she looked at the floor.

There was nothing there. No water, at all, whatsoever. There wasn't even so much as a droplet on the tile. It had been completely spotless and dry, so unless her feet were just that soaking wet, her slipping the way that she did shouldn't have been possible. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at that particular tile.

It was pointless to try again from where that tile sat. So instead, when she stood up, she walked to the other side of the tub, pulled the curtain back, and stared at the floor. "If I slip and fall again, then I'll know something is up," Yoshihara muttered to herself as she outstretched her leg and placed her foot down on the barren tile floor.

Much to her relief, she didn't slip this time. Firmly planting her foot down on the tile floor, Yoshihara fully stepped out of the tub, looking back over at the other side of the floor, her eyebrow raised in confusion. She still didn't understand why that tile had been so slippery. It made no sense. It wasn't the mat, and it wasn't her feet, so it had to be something else.

"Strange…" Yoshihara said, grunting to herself. Just as she was about to take off the towel and get changed, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small thumbnail-sized bubble drift into view. The bubble was all by its lonesome, which was weird. What made it even weirder was that it had a purple star in its center.

"Huh… that's odd. Last I checked I didn't use any special kind of soap that made this specific-looking bubble. Where the hell did it come from?" Yoshihara thought, tilting her head to the left as she stared at the bubble. Curiosity eventually got the best of her, as she approached the bizarre-looking bubble.

"What are you—" Before Yoshihara could finish her sentence, the bubble popped, dazing her for a split second. Afterward, before she could collect herself, she slipped and fell to the ground, landing rear first as she hit the floor with a thud. "Ow!" She thought, grunting as she gripped the towel so that it didn't fall off of her.

Yet again, she was dazed and confused at what the hell had just happened. A bubble. A single, solitary bubble caused her to slip and fall. That made no sense! Unless of course, it was a Quirk belonging to someone. "No… because I'm home alone. No one should've been able to follow me home without me knowing. I'm the only one, aside from Kayama-san, who has access to this suite. Not even the staff have access to it. But then again…"

No. There was no other explanation. That bubble belonged to someone. Someone was attacking her. That was the only logical reason she could think of that would allow that bubble to have existed. "But if it only made me slip and fall, then it's kind of useless…" Yoshihara thought as she went to place her hand on the wall to help herself get up from the floor….

Only for her to fly into the other wall of the bathroom at blinding speeds. "Oh shit!" Yoshihara practically screamed as she slammed into the wall, causing her to grunt in pain. She groaned, a sharp pain reverberating throughout her back. "Son of a bitch… That hurt!" Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at where she had fallen, and the wall she had pressed her hand up against.

"Okay… Think Yoshihara, Think. What just happened? How did that happen? Why did that happen?" Those were the lessons that Kayama-san had taught her when she was dealing with an unknown variable. For starters, when that bubble popped she slipped and fell. So that was the what and how. The why was what she was stuck on.

Why was it that when she placed her hand on the wall she went flying across the bathroom? The walls and the floor couldn't have been slippery. That made no sense. It was probably just a fluke, so just to be safe, Yoshihara attempted to stand up for a second time.

She placed her hand on the wall next to her and attempted to stand up. But when she did, she went flying, again, to the other side of the bathroom. This time, she slid across toward the place next to the door, hitting the wall with the same painful thud.

"Ow…" Yoshihara grumbled internally, rubbing the back of her head as she silently glared at where she had just been. "Why? Why is this happening? It's clearly because of the bubble that popped. That's the only way that this could be happening. But I still don't understand why!" Yoshihara roared in her mind.

Her mind burned looking for an answer. But the only thing that she could come up with was what had been happening to her. "Clearly, that bubble somehow caused me to slip and fall. That was what it did. And now, for some reason, I can't stabilize myself. I can't stand up, or even attempt to stand up. And it all happened when that bubble popped in front of me. But why can't I stand up?!"

Yoshihara's mind raced to try and piece everything together. It all had something to do with the bubble. The bubble caused her to slip and fall. After her first fall, every time she tried to get up, she was met with being flung across the bathroom. It was only after the bubble had popped though.

The bubble… it was the bubble's fault, but… What exactly did the bubble do? Sure, it made her trip and fall, but that didn't explain why she had continued to slip and slide all over the place. What had the bubble done to her that made her lose the ability to stand up? And that was when it hit her.

"The bubble! It didn't just make me slip and fall! It's preventing me from getting up! As a matter of fact, it's preventing me from gaining any kind of traction! That's why I keep slipping all over the place. It's not because the walls and floor are slippery! It's because, somehow, the bubble took away my friction!" Yoshihara thought, a triumphant feeling resonating within her mind.

But, unfortunately, all that triumph pettered away, her expression going from victorious to serious. "But if I lost my friction, then how the hell am I going to get out of this? If I can't stand up, and if I can't grab onto anything without sliding all over the place, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Yoshihara thought, as her frown deepened. What was she supposed to do now? Sure, she figured out what that bubble had done to her, but now what?

Right now, she was nothing but a sitting duck, waiting to be attacked by whoever created the bubble. Which led to another question. "Who did that bubble belong to?" Yoshihara thought, her eyebrows knitting together as her expression drew into a scowl. That was the fourth and final lesson that Kayama-san had taught her.

It was fairly obvious the type of Quirk that bubble had been, that being an emitter-type. Emitters were activation-based Quirks that did not augment the user's appearance. They came in a variety of shapes, sizes, and abilities. It also happened that they were the most common type of Quirk. So, in theory, her attacker could be just about anyone.

If she really wanted to, she could sit there and theorize for hours on end about who her attacker could be. But right now, it wasn't nearly as important as getting out of the situation she had found herself in. Although, of note, Emitter Quirks didn't typically have a large area of effect. The longest-ever recorded range an Emitter Quirk had gone was an electricity-based Quirk, with it having travelled upwards of 15 meters away from the user—and that had been with the help of several conductors for electricity having been nearby.

So, at the very least, her attacker couldn't have been far away. That meant that at some point someone must've been stalking either Kayama-san or Yoshihara to gain access to the suite. Meaning her attacker was inside the suite. And that wasn't good. Not one bit.

That meant, now more than ever, she needed a way to get up. She needed to move, but without her friction, how could she do that? Well, the answer to that was rather simple. After all, she was in immediate danger. And so that meant she had free reign to use her phantom arms and legs.

Summoning the right arm of her phantom arms, she had it reach out to the doorknob. It was a test to see if she could actually use it to stand up. And, after silently praying for it to work, the phantom arm successfully grabbed onto the door handle. A smirk found its way to Yoshihara's face, as she summoned both pairs of phantom legs on either side of her body.

Using the phantom arm that she summoned, Yoshihara pulled herself up from the ground and stood up with the help of her phantom legs. "Heh. I bet that the person who was dumb enough to attack me never bothered to look into my abilities. They might have taken my friction, but they never would've been able to take its friction!"

As Yoshihara said that, her eyes narrowed at the doorway. Now was her chance to catch her attacker off guard. With a confident gleam in her eyes, Yoshihara had the phantom arm that she summoned to open the door, and as soon as it cracked open, Yoshihara charged out of the bathroom, expecting to be met with her attacker.

Except, no one was there. Confusion yet again sank in, as she scanned the hallway, trying to find where her attacker had been hiding, only to find nothing and no one. Panic set in, as her heart began to race. "But that's… that's not possible. There's no way that my attacker could be further away than down that hallway!" Yoshihara thought, eyes wide in disbelief.

The hallway was barren. There was no one standing there. Absolutely no one. There wasn't even a sound in the downstairs part of the suite. Her house was completely and utterly empty. Had she been wrong about the time of Quirk that had been attacking her? But, if that was the case, then that meant that it was either a Mutant Quirk user, or a Transformation Quirk User, and neither of those would've given them the ability to do what that bubble did.

"So what the hell is going on here?" Yoshiahra thought as she took a few steps forward and away from the bathroom. This was beyond normal, that much was for sure. Something else had to have been at play—that was the only answer she could come up with. But, if that was true, then did that mean….

"Does that mean I could be dealing with something similar to my ability?" Yoshihara thought, as her eyes scanned the immediate area. Was it possible that she had been right about her power not being a Quirk? If so, then if a power like hers existed, that meant that others had to have existed, or did exist. It would explain the inconsistencies with the strange bubble that had caused her to lose all of the friction in her body and all of the known types of Quirks.

And if that was the case, that meant she was way in over her head. Whoever was attacking her clearly knew what they were doing. And because of that, she had been completely outmatched. "But even so… I can't let this asshole get the better of me!" Yoshihara thought with a determined glare in her eyes.

And just as that thought entered her mind, the same bubble from before floated up and out of the hallway vent and made its way toward her. Her eyes snapped in its direction, as she summoned the left phantom arm in its direction. "Oh no you don't! Yoshihara spat as the phantom limb snapped forward, grabbing the bubble carefully so as not to pop it.

As soon as the left phantom arm grabbed the bubble, Yoshihara began to slip, and just before she fell, the right phantom arm slammed into the wall, preventing her from falling. She sighed a breath of relief, before turning her complete attention to the bubble, eyebrows furrowed as she glowered at the bubble.

"Now… just what the hell are you?" Yoshihara questioned, staring at it with confounding interest. Upon closer examination, much like her phantom limbs, it seemed to be ethereal in appearance. Despite that, it also had a rubbery texture. The closest thing that she could compare it to was a condom in regards to its surface, but aside from that, it was just a strange little ghostly bubble.

Though that begged the question of if its ability was to just take away friction from people and objects, what was another one doing here? Sure it could take away the friction of the floor, but what would that do? Her phantom limbs were what was keeping her in place. Then again, if the friction in the floor was gone, that would've posed a problem.

Whatever the case was, she couldn't allow it to pop. Otherwise, it would just take away another object's friction. All she had to do was make sure she kept a hold of it with her left phantom arm, and everything would be—

The bubble popped, and her friction returned to her. While that was great and all, she knew something else had to have happened. And just as her luck would have it, that had been the case. However, instead of the floor losing its friction, something else happened. Everything went pitch black. She couldn't see anything. And immediately, she panicked.

"What the fuck?!" Yoshihara screamed, bringing her hands up to her face. She could feel her hands touching her face, but she couldn't see her hands doing that. She was blind! The bubble took away her ability to see! And as she was panicking, she unwittingly caused her phantom limbs to start thrashing about.

The arms slammed into the walls multiple times, causing them to shake as cracks began to form wherever they hit. The legs went away due to her concentration not being good enough to keep them around, though at least she didn't need them to stand anymore. However, it wasn't as if that made things any better. Sure, she could walk again without having any problems, but now she was without sight.

She traded one disability for another. Her heart raced as she tried to find a solution, only to realize that there wasn't one. That bubble had sapped her eyesight, and there was nothing that she could do about it. While it wasn't the most calming thought in the world, it had allowed her to regain some of her composure.

Yoshihara needed to think rationally. Her enemy wanted her to panic. They wanted her to make mistakes so that they could do whatever it was they came here to do. She couldn't let them win, and it was that thought that allowed her to settle the panic in her chest. Taking a deep breath, Yoshihara felt a wave of calm wash over her as she exhaled.

"Alright… focus! The bubble doesn't just take away friction, it can also take away eyesight. This might be a leap in logic, but if it can take away eyesight, it can take away anything. But, it has a limit. It can only take one thing at a time. I can use that to my advantage. All I have to do is bait out another one of those bubbles, and once I get my eyesight back, I can properly formulate a plan to find them."

Yoshihara furrowed her eyebrows, as she felt around for something to grab onto, slowly inching her way around the hallway. She could feel the ground around her, so that meant she hadn't made it to the staircase. That was her goal, to get downstairs and somehow find a way to lure another one of those bubbles to her. If it took away something from her, she could get her eyesight back.

As she inched her way closer to where she thought the staircase had been, just as she reached out toward the railing, the sound of something popping reverberated around her. The moment that happened, a blinding flash of light assaulted Yoshihara's vision, flashbanging her with sight and colours in such a way that it had disoriented her. She had been so disoriented that she hadn't even noticed that her friction had been taken from her, and as a result, she began to slip and fall down the stairs.

Yoshihara screamed in confusion, as she tumbled down the stairs before hitting the ground. When she did, she continued to slide until she slammed against the front-facing wall of the suite. She groaned, her body aching all over from taking the tumble that she had. She was also pretty sure she had bit the inside of her lip if the thin line of blood leaking from the side of her mouth was anything to go by.

"Okay, I can see again. While I have my sight, I need to think of a way to actually get to the elevator…" Yoshihara thought as she scanned the main floor of the suite. That was when she realized that there was nothing for her to guide herself toward the elevator. In her current state, the most that she could do was propel herself out of the window in front of her and pray to God that she was able to have one of her phantom arms grab onto one of the ledges.

But that was only a last resort. She wasn't going to needlessly risk her life just to take out an enemy. Not unless she had been given a choice of doing things the smart way. But just as that thought came to mind, another bubble came out of the vent near the elevator. Her eyes widened, as she prepared to have her phantom arms try and swat it away.

She had been fully prepared to make sure that bubble came nowhere near her. After all, she quite liked the plan that she had come up with. However, that wasn't what had happened. Instead of the bubble drifting toward Yoshihara, it had instead drifted toward the floor. Yoshihara's eyes widened even further, her pupils shrinking as the realization hit her.

The bubble popped, and she regained her friction. But in return for her friction, the floor of the suite lost its friction. The effect was immediate, as Yoshihara began to slide down the floor at alarming speeds. She gripped her towel as tightly as she could, whilst her phantom arms tried to reach out toward anything they could grab.

Unfortunately, they were not in range to grab ahold of anything. The most they could do was dig into the wood to try and stop the speed at which Yoshihara had been falling, and even then, they could hardly even do that.

At the speed at which she was going when she hit the window, it would no doubt shatter. She had to think of something, anything to prevent it from happening. But by the time she had an idea, it was already too late. Yoshihara's body slammed into the glass pane, and with her whole body's weight slamming into it, it shattered upon contact, and when that happened she began to fall.

As she fell, Yoshihara's heart slammed against her chest as she tried anything and everything to stop her descent. And luckily, there was something that she could do. While the floor might have lost its traction, the rest of the building still had it. Otherwise, it would be mass pandemonium. Using her phantom arms, she used them to drive a hole into the nearest wall.

Thankfully, she had been just in time to do so, as the right phantom arm drove its hand into the wall closest to a window, shattering concrete and allowing it to grab hold of something and preventing Yoshihara from descending to her demise.

Yoshihara breathed out yet another sigh of relief. She looked up to where she had fallen and narrowed her eyes. Nothing else had fallen with her, and that had been because Kayama-san had everything nailed to the ground so that in case of a major earthquake, nothing would fly out of the window. She guessed that also applied to supernatural abilities as well.

Yoshihara glanced over at the phantom arm and saw something that made her heart plummet into her stomach. It was beginning to lose its grip. Down below, she could hear the shouts and screaming of people staring at her dangling from the side of The Love Hotel. Her mind raced for her to do something, anything that she could to prevent herself from continuing to fall.

She reached with her free hand toward the hole in the wall, trying and failing to reach it. If she could get her hand into that hole, and if she could get a good enough grip, she could prevent herself from falling. The first attempt was unsuccessful. The second attempt was just as bad if not worse. And by the third attempt, the phantom arm had given out.

And then, she began to fall, gravity taking hold as she reached out toward the suite. Her hair blew in the wind as she fell. The screams got louder, and by then, her heart had picked up the pace. As she fell, she could only think about just how suddenly her day had taken a turn for the worse.

It had started just fine. She had gotten to meet Midoriya, and she had helped him with that annoying Bakugo kid. And then, when she got home, in less than half an hour, she was falling to her death all because of some random nobody who most likely had been stalking either her or Kayama-san.

As she fell, she turned to look at the Love Hotel. And as she did, time seemed to slow to an absolute crawl. Why? Because standing in the room two floors below the suite was the person who she believed had been responsible for this whole fiasco.

The person in question was a boy, and he looked to be around her age. He had peach-coloured skin and dark purple eyes. His hair was done up into a pompadour, and it matched the colour of his eyes. He was dressed in a black mesh shirt, with a green long-sleeved turtle neck underneath, along with a pair of blue denim jeans.

His eyes drifted over to look at her, and when her eyes made contact with his, her expression was drawn into a fierce, yet calm rage. Typically, seeing some random kid who just so happened to be at the Love Hotel wouldn't make her this angry. But the fact that he had a bubble that appeared to be the same one as the one that had been attacking her for the last ten minutes resting in between his index and ring finger really drove home the fact that this was the person who had been terrorizing her.

Unbeknownst to her, a violent purple aura erupted around her body like that of a raging flame. All of her misfortune for the last ten minutes could all be pinpointed back to this guy. His eyes widened upon seeing the aura that had been burning around her, and as Yoshihara's gaze hardened, her eyebrows narrowing as her expression drew itself into a school, due to her burning, righteous fury, out of her body manifested a figure from behind her.

The figure was a muscular, but lean humanoid creature, and it was about as tall as Yoshihara had been. Its skin was hot pink, similar to that of her phantom limbs. The top of its head was flat, with two sharp triangular shapes heavily resembling cat ears sitting on both sides of its head. Its eyes were cat-like, with ruby red irises and pink sclera. It lacked a nose, and it had a thin barely noticeable mouth.

Its arms and legs were the same as those of Yoshihara's phantom limbs, though there was a new addition of a torso, head, and waist attached to them. Additionally, two new emblems adorned the creature's outer shoulders, and on its back were four, short spikes poking out from the back of the creature's shoulders and neck.

The final addition the rest of the creature's body brought with it was the garter belt-like band that rested at its waist, with yet another emblem acting as a belt buckle, keeping it in place. The lip of the garter belt-like band had been adorned in golden studs similar to the gloves on its arms, which continued its matching aesthetic.

"You. You're the culprit," Yoshihara's voice was cold, unfeeling, and filled with bitter anger. Before her attacker could do anything, the creature lunged forward, reared back its fist, and punched out the window, shattering it to bits. Afterward, it grabbed onto the ledge, and then onto Yoshihara's towel, before tossing her into the room with her attacker, leaping in after her.

The boy took a step back, looking over his shoulder as his sweat bullets. She could practically hear his heart beating with fear as she slowly stood up, keeping her towel in place with an improvised tuck. Thanks to the fact that she had fallen through thick glass, there were minor cuts and scrapes all across her face. Nothing too major or anything that required stitches, but that still didn't mean it hadn't hurt.

"You're the asshole who attacked me in my home," Yoshihara spat, taking a step toward him, as he took a step back. She cracked her knuckles, a mirthless chuckle escaping her lips as a deadly gleam filled her eyes. "You made me into a ragdoll. Now, I get to have my fun…"

"W-Wait!" The boy exclaimed, taking yet another step back as she continued to approach. "I-I can explain! I-I promise! J-Just give me a—" he wasn't allowed to finish his sentence, as the creature behind Yoshihara lunged forward and grabbed him by the neck with its left hand, lifting him off of the ground as he began to choke.

"Oh? You can explain, can you?" Yoshihara growled, vitriol gathering in her voice as that same violent purple aura raged around her body. "Good for you… unfortunately, I don't care!" And as soon as those words left her mouth, the creature reared back its right fist, and as it did, it dropped the boy. As the boy fell, his eyes wide in terror at what was about to happen, the creature began to punch the boy's lights out at blinding speeds, all the while shouting out a bizarre battle cry.

"SHIBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBO!SHIBO!"

With its final punch, the creature sent the boy flying out through the door of the room they had been in, the sound of wood snapping under the weight of someone's body, followed by an extremely loud thud echoed around the room and hallway, as Yoshihara glared daggers at the now unconscious boy.

Yoshihara's breathing was methodical and paced, her heart beating at a mile per minute. So many questions plagued her mind as she stared at the creature that she had summoned. It turned around and faced her, scarlet red cat-like eyes staring deep into her own. It was almost like she had been peering into her soul.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it vanished. And as soon as it disappeared, a wave of fatigue washed over her like a tsunami. All of the adrenaline left her body instantly, and as a result, she couldn't help but collapse to the floor, as everything went dark.

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!Stand Information Corner!

Stand User: Unknown Boy

Stand Name: Currently Unknown

Stand Appearance: Currently Unknown

Stand Abilities:

1 – Bubble Generation: With the use of his stand, [Unknown Boy] can generate star-embedded floating bubbles. For the bubbles' properties to be of effective use, they must come into contact with their target! [Unknown Boy] can control where the bubbles fly, giving him an added edge in combat.

2 – Plunder Bubble: Used in tandem with Bubble Generation, Plunder Bubble is [Unknown Stand]'s signature ability. Anything Plunder Bubble comes into contact with will have an aspect of it stolen. It does not matter how large the object is, once Plunder Bubble touches it, [Unknown Boy] can take away a single property of that object. As a side note, Plunder Bubble can only be used on one object at a time, and it can also be used on both objects and people, but only one at a time.

Stand Stats:

Destructive Power: Unknown.

Effective Range: Grade C (10 meters away from Stand User)

General Speed: Unknown.

Persistent use of ability: Grade C (Over 10 minutes of continuous use)

Precision: Grade B (Limited by the Stand User's knowledge of his opponents)

Developmental Potential: Grade B

Stand User: Kira Yoshihara.

Stand Name: Currently Unknown

Stand Appearance: [Unknown Name] is a cat-like humanoid Stand, sharing the same height and physicality as its user, while remaining genderless. It wears dark studded leather-like forearm-length gloves, mirrored in style by a garter belt-like band at its waist and ankle-height footwear. Four short spikes line the top of its back. On its shoulders, the back of its gloved hands, belt buckle, both sides of its ankles and the top of its feet all bear an emblem of a cat-like humanoid skull that resembles its own.

(Current) Stand Abilities:

Bomb Transmutation: Anything, regardless of whether it is living or inanimate, [Unknown Name] touches will be implanted with a bomb. Once the object is touched by [Unknown Name, the part that was touched will inflate like a balloon. Upon reaching its climax, the bubble-like bomb will explode, erasing the object and or person that has been touched.

Stand Stats:

Destructive Power: Grade A

Effective Range: Grade D (5 meters away from Stand User)

General Speed: Grade B

Persistent use of ability: Unknown

Precision: Unknown

Developmental Potential: Grade A

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Yoshihara awoke with a blaring headache, a groan escaping her lips as she slowly sat up. Her eyes squinted at the sudden influx of light as she raised a hand overtop her eyes, trying to mitigate the intensity. After a few seconds of her eyes adjusting to the new environment, she lowered her hand and looked around at her surroundings.

It was fairly obvious that she had been in the hospital. The uncomfortable bed gave that away almost instantly. It felt like she was lying on a pile of bricks. But then again, hospitals weren't meant for comfort, they were meant for recovering after a nasty injury.

Looking down at herself, she was dressed in a light blue hospital gown. Someone in the staff must've put it on her seeing as she had been almost completely nude, save for the towel that she had draped over herself.

But then, why was she in the hospital? "What happened?" As soon as that thought had entered Yoshihara's head, she remembered almost instantly. The shower, the slipping and sliding, the bubble, her almost falling to her death, and the person who had been behind it all. It all flooded her mind in the time it took for her to blink, and it immediately soured her mood.

"Oh, right… That explains why I'm in the hospital. I just hope Kayama-san isn't all that worried. Although she'll probably be upset with all the property damage," Yoshihara thought, as the sound of footsteps drew her out of her thoughts, as she looked in the direction of where they were coming from, that being the doorway.

"Good, you're awake," A tall man dressed in a white doctor's coat said, pushing up a pair of thick black-framed glasses onto his nose. He had short black hair, and auburn coloured eyes, with two red horns sticking out from either side of his forehead. "Apologies, ma'am. The head doctor was originally going to be the one who tended to you, but he got distracted with something else. So you'll have to put up with me for the time being."

Yoshihara chuckled mirthlessly. "No, it's alright. Any doctor is fine, you're alright," she replied as the doctor nodded. He approached her bed, walking to the end of it and picking up the clipboard that had been attached to the bedframe.

"Let's see here. Kira Yoshihara, Quirkless… You have a small fracture on the back of your skull, several minor cuts and small bruises all over your body. Hmmm… the worst injury you have here is that aforementioned skull fracture. You might have a bad headache until it heals, though if you take some ibuprofen that might help. We've already disinfected and bandaged all the cuts, so they'll be just fine," the doctor said as he flipped over the next page. As he did, his expression became puzzled.

"Ah, it says here you have—"

"Don't," Yoshihara interrupted, the doctor looking back up at her. "I already know. You don't have to say it out loud," she continued as the doctor hummed in acknowledgement.

"Touchy subject, I see. Very well, aside from that you have a clean bill of health. I'll get in contact with your guardian, so sit tight," the doctor replied before placing the clipboard back on the bedframe. "I'll be back once your guardian comes to pick you up. I'll also make sure to mention for her to bring you a change of clothes."

With his peace said, the doctor left the room, leaving Yoshihara by herself. Or well, that would've been the case had she not noticed the person next to her. Eyes narrowed and face drawn into a scowl, Yoshihara stared at the boy who had put her in this situation in the first place.

Slowly, he rose from his pillow, cupping his forehead as he slumped forward. Nothing had changed about his appearance, aside from the fact that he was wearing a hospital gown rather than the gaudy outfit he had been dressed in before. His eyes drifted over to where Yoshihara had been, and as soon as he did, he straightened his posture.

He was about to say something, only for Yoshihara to lean over, grab him by the collar and tug him forward, forcing the boy to get up close and personal with her. He raised his hands in a placating manner and tried to distance his face from hers, a concerned expression taking up his visage.

"Hehehe… hey there, uh…" The boy began, as Yoshihara sneered.

"Alright, pompadork. You said you would explain, now fucking explain before I lose my patience," Yoshihara spat. The boy lightly pushed her away, giving himself some breathing room before sighing.

"Can you be a bit more specific than that?" The boy asked, crossing his arms.

"I just said, "explain." That usually means you start telling me everything. You know, like how you knew where I lived, and why you attacked me. Those are usually good places to start," Yoshihara replied, a heavy layer of sarcasm coating her words.

The boy let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Alright. Although it should've been obvious. I wasn't exactly subtle," the boy began as Yoshihara shot him a glare. It made the boy jolt to attention, after which he cleared his throat. "For starters, I knew where you lived because I followed you home. You weren't exactly paying attention to your surroundings, so I used that to my advantage."

"That makes you sound like a creep, you know that?" Yoshihara quipped as the boy huffed.

"Are you going to keep interrupting me, or are you going to let me finish?" The boy asked as Yoshihara gestured for him to continue. "Right, as I was saying, I followed you home but instead of following you into your suite like an idiot, I waited for you to get to your floor, and afterward I positioned myself to be in the general vicinity as your suite. It just so happened that the twenty-first floor was perfect for it so my ability worked."

"And?" Yoshihara asked, prompting him to elaborate.

"And… I wanted to see if you were like me," The boy replied, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward expression on his face. "In hindsight, I probably could've done it in a better way, but at least I got the results I wanted."

"That's it?" Yoshihara said, her expression one of bewilderment. "You mean to tell me that the reason why you attacked me in the comfort of my home, was to see if we were similar?!" She exclaimed, her anger increasing with each word that came out of her mouth. The boy raised his hands in a placating manner for a second time, chuckling nervously.

"H-hey now! I-I said I could've done it better than the way I did, yeah? I didn't know you would've come flying out of your window. That was not intentional!" The boy hastily replied as Yoshihara huffed, before calmly inhaling and exhaling, her expression returning to a neutral gaze.

"Whatever. Now, explain what you mean by "like you." Are you referring to this?" Yoshihara asked, summoning the creature that she had brought out earlier. The boy's eyes widened, looking it up and down before letting out an impressed hum.

"Whoa. I mean, it was pretty scary when I saw it earlier. But now, looking at it without it trying to beat my head in, it looks really strong," The boy muttered, before looking over at Yoshihara. "By any chance, do you know what it is?"

"I was hoping you'd tell me," Yoshihara admitted, crossing her arms. "For the longest time, I knew that my power was different from a Quirk. That's why I never registered it with the government. This is the first time I've ever been able to drag out its true form. Before this, I've only ever been able to summon its arms or rarely its legs."

"I see. Well then, I don't mind telling you, seeing as you and I are the same thing," The boy said, before adjusting how he sat, going from a stretched-out sitting position to a criss-cross sitting position. The boy placed his hands on the sides of his knees, his expression turning neutral as he spoke.

"The ability that you and I both share is what's known as a Stand. Stands are physical manifestations of one's soul. Before they were called "Stands" they were once referred to as "Spirit Hamon." Stands are typically very rare, and only a couple hundred of them exist in the world, most of which are kept track of by The Speedwagon Foundation. While it is rare, Stands typically manifest in their users at random, but the ways can vary. But, the most common way someone becomes a Stand User is if they are pierced by a special Stand-giving arrow, more commonly known as The Stand Arrow, all nine of which are currently scattered across the world and securely guarded at various Speedwagon Foundation Headquarters."

It was then that the boy's expression darkened. "Or, that would be the case, if it wasn't for what recently happened at the Chinese branch ten years back. One of the Stand Arrows has gone missing, though that doesn't apply to you. I've already said too much regarding that, so let's pivot the subject," the boy said, clapping his hands together with a smile on his face. "Back to the ways that someone can acquire a Stand!"

After a few seconds, his expression returned to a neutral gaze, as the boy continued, "There are three other ways that someone can acquire a Stand. The first, and the rarest, is that the person was simply born with theirs.

"The second way, and the second rarest way is that someone randomly stumbles upon a Devil's Palm, a magically imbued area with the capability of gifting someone a Stand after an intense hardship is placed on them. They're typically found in extremely rough environmental areas, and their exact reason for existing is unknown. All that's known about them is that they exist, and they can give Stands. Aside from that, nobody knows anything about them.

"And finally, the last way to gain a Stand is to survive a deadly illness that nine times out of ten people typically die from. Only those who have extremely dominating wills can overcome the illness, and their reward is receiving a Stand," The boy concluded as Yoshihara tilted her head to the right, confusion adorning her face.

Everything that the boy had just explained made absolutely no sense to her at all whatsoever. Well, all except for that last part. Her confused expression disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful one as she cupped her chin.

"That last one you just mentioned. That illness. Does it happen to come with an extreme fever?" Yoshihara asked as the boy nodded.

"It does. Let me guess, you had one when you were younger, right? And afterward, you awakened your Stand," The boy said as Yoshihara nodded.

"For the longest time, I had no idea what my phantom limbs had been. But I knew that it wasn't a Quirk. But you said that these things are called Stands. If I have a Stand, and you said that I was like you, then does that mean you also have a Stand?" Yoshihara asked as the boy smirked.

"Yup! Wanna see it?" The boy asked, and as soon as those words left his mouth, he erupted into a light blue aura. Out from behind him appeared his Stand, and the moment Yoshihara had seen it, she had no idea what it was she was supposed to be looking at.

The boy's Stand, much like Yoshihara's, was a humanoid. Though unlike Yoshihara's, which appeared to look more organic, the boy's Stand was robotic looking. The first thing that Yoshihara noticed about the Stand was that its head was more of an oval shape than that of a regular head. It had two thick, short, and flat horn-like growths coming out from either side of its head shaped like tapering pentagrammic prisms.

It had round, slotted screw-like eyes, and vertically dividing the screw-like eyes were very small, blink and you'll miss it, purple pupils. Running down the center of its face from the top of its forehead to past the bottom of its chin was a purple tread-like line. The tread-like line went all the way down to its torso, forming the shape of a large anchor into its chest.

The Stand had small shoulder pads with decals of a five-pointed star, the shoulder pads themselves being the shape of hearts. Then came its arms, which were extremely thin and streamlined. In place of elbows, it had ball joints connecting the forearm and lower arm, which were supported by short exterior cables, same with the knee joints.

Its hands and feet were covered in heavy plating, as were the hips and the aforementioned shoulders. Similar to the shoulders, the metal platting was heart-shaped, which had been a running theme of the Stand. Finally, its pelvis was bare and mechanical, and when she looked past the heart-shaped torso, she noticed that its internal structure was visible, showing a purple pylon that, if she were to guess, was meant to approximate the human center of mass.

Yoshihara stared at the boy's Stand, confusion taking up her visage. "What the hell…" She muttered, before looking back at the boy. "That's your Stand? Considering it can produce bubbles, I expected something a little more, I don't know, bubble-like?" Yoshihara said as the boy chuckled, dismissing the Stand with a wave of the hand.

"Yeah, I can see that. But still, you have to admit, it's pretty cool, yeah? I call my Stand Soft & Wet. And yes, before you say anything, I know how stupid it sounds," the boy said as Yoshihara couldn't help but snort.

"Yeah. It sounds like a walking sex joke," She quipped, earning a groan from the boy.

"Don't even go there," The boy bemoaned, before huffing. "Anyway, now that my Stand is out of the way, have you ever considered naming your Stand? I mean, no Stand is complete without a name. It's the thing you call it by when you summon it."

Yoshihara hummed, turning to look at her Stand. She had never actually thought about that before. It made sense to name it, seeing as most Quirks had names. Looking at her Stand, she stared directly into its red cat-like eyes, as it stared into hers. After a few seconds of staring, Yoshihara turned to face the boy.

"I'll call my Stand Killer Queen," Yoshihara replied as the boy gave her Stand a once over, before crossing his arms.

"Killer Queen, huh? I mean, I can see the "killer" part. It does look like it could snap a person in half. But, why "queen?" Yeah it has an androgynous look to it, but nothing about it screams "queen," you know?" The boy said, earning a shrug from Yoshihara.

"Don't know. I just looked into its eyes, and when I did the name kind of just came to me. It was almost like it had been telling me what its name was," Yoshihara answered as the boy shrugged.

"Yeah, that's normal. It's actually how I named Soft & Wet," the boy said, uncrossing his arms before untucking his legs, letting them dangle off the edge of his bed, hands placed on his knees. "Oh, just so that you know, now that you're fully acquainted with your Stand, from here on out, you are no longer safe."

As soon as those words left the boy's mouth, Yoshihara's eyes narrowed. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you gonna try and attack me again? Because if you are…" As Yoshihara said that, Killer Queen's eyes narrowed as it cracked its knuckles. The boy sighed, rolling his eyes as he frowned.

"No, that's not what I meant. I have no reason to come after you anymore, and besides the only reason I did was to confirm if you were a Stand User. What I'm saying is that, because you're a Stand User, you're no longer safe from other Stand Users. If you've ever played Grand Theft Auto, think of yourself as having a permanent five-star wanted level dangling above your forehead from now till the day you die," The boy explained as Yoshihara's and Killer Queen's expressions returned to a neutral gaze, with Killer Queen disappearing back into Yoshihara, who crossed her arms.

"What do you mean by that? And no, I've never played Grand Theft Auto before, so that means nothing to me," Yoshihara replied curtly as the boy sighed.

"Well, you're missing out. If you ever get the chance, you should play it," the boy quipped before cracking his neck from side to side, lowering his head as his expression became serious. "Then allow me to explain. You see, the common adage is Stand Users attract other Stand Users, and not in the fun way either. For example, you and I. The only reason I was alerted to your existence was because one day, at Aldera, I passed you in the hall going to the bathroom. It was like I was a piece of metal, and you were a magnet. I can only assume that the reason you didn't feel the same pull was because your Stand hadn't fully manifested yet."

"Okay… So if that's the case, then I have another question. I've pulled out Killer Queen before, though only when it was just its limbs, and no one else had been able to see it. Care to explain that?" Yoshihara asked as the boy hummed in acknowledgement.

"Right, that's to be expected. You see, the reason why Stands have gone largely undocumented, aside from when The Speedwagon Foundation finds out about them, is that only Stand Users can see Stands. If you don't have a Stand, you can't see them. I don't understand why, but I'm fairly certain it has to do with the virus that creates Stands in the first place. It essentially evolves the human brain to allow us to conjure our souls for combat, and as such, we can see other people's souls just as they can see ours," The boy explained as Yoshihara took in a deep breath, then sighed dramatically.

"Great. Just when my life gets better even by a slim margin, the universe has to come in and rain all over my parade… fuck me," Yoshihara groaned, a dejected expression taking up her visage as the boy quietly chuckled to himself. Yoshihara glared at the boy, frustration building up in her eyes.

"Hey, what's so funny about that? My life just got worse and you're laughing about it?!" Yoshihara spat as the boy laughed even harder, causing Yoshihara to grind her teeth in frustration. "You piece of shit! Stop laughing!" Yoshihara shouted, jabbing a finger in his direction as the boy raised his hands in a placating manner, calming himself down in the process.

"C'mon, blondie! I don't mean it like that," The boy said as Yoshihara huffed, angrily crossing her arms. The boy frowned, placing his hands next to him as he gripped the edge of the bed. "Seriously though, I don't mean it like that. It's just that you had the same reaction I did when I fully awakened my Soft & Wet. Welcome to the club, you're not alone," As he said that, his face lit up in realization.

"Oh shit, I got so caught up in explaining to you what was going on, that I neglected to introduce myself," the boy said sheepishly, chuckling to himself. "My bad. I suppose I should do that. The name's Kujo Josefumi. It's nice to meet you. And you are?" Josefumi said, reaching out his hand toward Yoshihara.

Yoshihara stared at the hand with a raised eyebrow, before looking back up at Kujo. "What are you doing?" She asked as Kujo dropped his hand, laughing mirthlessly to himself.

"Right, I forgot. In America, we greet others by shaking each other's hands. Even though I've been living in Japan for half a decade I keep forgetting the customs. My bad," Kujo replied as Yoshihara smiled softly.

"It's alright. For a foreigner, your Japanese is amazing. I thought you were native with how fluent you are," Yoshihara complimented, before bowing her head slightly. "My name is Kira Yoshihara," she introduced as she lifted her head. "I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but you almost killed me earlier."

"Hehe, yeah, sorry about that. Again, hindsight is twenty-twenty. I just didn't want to risk accidentally starting a fight with a Stand User whose abilities I don't even know. The worst thing you can do when you approach another Stand User is reveal yourself. Nine times out of ten that's how you get yourself killed. But I think it's safe to say I went overboard," Kujo said as Yoshihara huffed indignantly.

"You think? Regardless, you seem like a nice guy. I can see us potentially being comrades. I'm willing to give you a second chance, that is, if you're not going to attack me again," Yoshihara said as Kujo nodded.

"Trust me, I have no intention of attacking you again. Besides, I'd rather be allies than enemies," Kujo replied as Yoshihara nodded.

"Good. Then we are allies, Kujo," She said, as she turned to face away from him. As she did, the doctor from before returned, this time with Kayama-san next to him. She was dressed in a velvet turtle neck sweater, a pair of black yoga pants, and dark blue high heels. Her hair had been done up in a ponytail that reached down to the back of her neck, and just from the briefest of glances, Yoshihara could tell she was wearing make-up. In her hands was the set of clothes she had set out for herself after she had gotten out of the shower.

"Kira-san, your guardian is here to pick you up," The doctor said, as Yoshihara scooted herself off of the hospital bed, and approached Kayama-san. The doctor then looked back at Kujo and continued. "Kujo-kun, your roommate said she will come to pick you up in an hour. She said that she had some errands to run." In response, Kujo dismissed him with a handwave.

"Thank's doc," he replied, before looking at Yoshihara. "Hope to see ya around, Kira-san."

"You too, Kujo," Yoshihara said before turning to face Kayama-san, taking the clothes from her hands. "I'm sorry about ruining your night, Kayama-san," Yoshihara apologized as Kayama-san snorted.

"Kid, you didn't ruin anything. I was actually running late to the bar. I got caught up in a surprise support call. You've got nothing to be sorry about. Now go get changed, I'll wait for you in the car," Kayama-san said, putting a hand on her head and ruffling her hair, before letting go and walking away.

Instead of complaining about what Kayama-san had just done, Yoshihara went to the women's restroom just down the hall from where she had been, and when she came out, she was fully dressed with the hospital gown she had been given draped over her shoulder.

Standing outside of the women's restroom was a nurse, dressed in standard nurse attire. The most notable thing about her was that she had a film-like substance between her fingers that was similar to that of a platypus or duck. Yoshihara handed her the hospital gown, the nurse taking it before bowing. "Have a good rest of your day, ma'am."

"You too. Stay safe," Yoshihara replied, turning to make her way to the hospital's entrance. After asking a few of the staff who had been dotted around the place, Yoshihara eventually found her way to the entrance. Exiting the hospital, Yoshihara was able to spot Kayama-san's car sitting in front of the hospital.

Walking over to the car, Yoshihara opened the passenger side door and stepped inside before sitting down and closing the door. Putting her seatbelt on, Yoshihara shifted around a bit before getting comfortable, glancing over at Kayama-san. She went to say something but stopped when Kayama-san spoke up.

"Before you say anything about what happened in the suite, I was already told about it by one of the first responders. I'm not going to punish you for being attacked. That would be completely unreasonable of me. The window is going to be repaired with the help of Mt. Lady tonight, and by then you'll be asleep. The walls though, that will be taken out of your paycheque this week, understood?" Kayama-san said as Yoshihara nodded in understanding. "Good. Now let's get you home so I can get to the bar and not be late."

The car engine started up, as Nemuri pulled out of the parking lot. The drive home had been fairly quiet, with the only noise coming from the other cars driving past the radio. The drive was only twenty minutes long, as the hospital was closer to the Love Hotel than the school. It was quite convenient, though she hoped that would be the last time that she had to go there.

Though, considering what Kujo had said about how Stand Users attracted other Stand Users, she was willing to place a bet on that not being the case. "If this was a fight with a Stand User not aiming to kill me, at least intentionally anyway, then what would one be like against a Stand User who was?"

It was a grim thought, albeit a reasonable one. She was a Stand User, and if she was taking what Kujo had said as seriously as it was supposed to be, then it would only be a matter of time before someone with malicious intent would come after her. Before she could get too far along into that train of thought, her head began to throb. It was a light humming pain, nothing too painful, but still annoying.

"The doctor wasn't kidding when he said I would get a headache, but I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon," Yoshihara thought in annoyance. Crossing her arms and laying back into the car seat, she didn't have to wait long before they got to the suite. When she did, Kayama dropped her off at the entrance, and as Yoshihara made her way inside, Kayama-san lowered the driver's side window, gaining her attention.

"I won't be gone for long. That note I left wasn't kidding. I have to be up early in the morning because of work. Don't do anything stupid, okay Kira?" Kayama-san said, dropping Yoshihara's surname. That meant she was being serious.

"Understood," Yoshihara replied, earning her a smile as Kayama-san, turned around in her seat and tossed Yoshihara the key to the suite. Catching it effortlessly, Yoshihara nodded as Kayama-san rolled up the window. She watched as the car drove off, and when it had fully disappeared down the road, Yoshihara entered the building. Giving a passing wave to the receptionist, Yoshihara made her way to the elevator and pressed the call button.

It didn't take long for the elevator to get to the ground floor, and when it did Yoshihara entered without hesitation. Turning and inserting the key into the lock underneath the keypad and twisting it to the right, the doors closed and the elevator began to go up. Yoshihara stood there with crossed arms as the elevator took her to the suite.

It didn't take a horribly long time to reach the top floor, but by the time she did, and by the time Yoshihara stepped out of the elevator, one glance at the time made her frown. It was already almost 7:30 p.m. At best, Kayama-san was going to be home in two and a half hours, and at worst four and a half hours.

"Guess that means delivery food tonight," Yoshihara thought with a content hum. Kayama-san's cooking was good, but so was fast food. The last time she had eaten fast food was forever ago because Kayama-san had said that it was bad for the body. She wasn't wrong, but just because something was bad for you didn't mean it didn't taste good. Unless of course said thing was poisonous, then that was a different story.

She had already decided on having Kentucky Fried Kitchen for dinner because McDonald's gave her horrible stomach cramps the last time she had it. That, and KFC was just better tasting. She could've sworn that they put crack cocaine in their food to make it as addictive as it had been.

When she ordered over the phone, it hadn't been much. It was mostly just a box of popcorn kitchen, a side of fries, and a large Diet Coke because they didn't have regular Coke. By the time it had gotten to the building, it had already been 8:00 p.m. When she was done eating, she threw everything out and left some popcorn chicken for Kayama-san when she got home.

The rest of the night had been a blur, as Yoshihara lazed on the couch flipping through TV channels until she eventually crashed. The next thing she knew, Yoshihara was woken up by the sound of Kayama-san getting ready for work. Sitting up, Yoshihara groaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Morning sleepyhead. Guess you were too tired to go to your room, huh?" Kayama-san asked as Yoshihara looked around at the living room. Just as she had said it would be, the window had been repaired. Still delirious from just waking up, Yoshihara stared at Kayama-san with squinted eyes. She could just make out the fact that she had been dressed in her hero costume.

"Hnn… What time is it?" Yoshihara asked, turning around to sit up, scratching the back of her neck as Kayama-san giggled to herself.

"It's 6:30 in the morning, Yoshi-chan," Kayama-san said, the sound of dangling keys echoing in the living room as she approached the tired Yoshihara. Ruffling her hair, Kayama-san walked over to the elevator with a pep in her step, but not before turning around to look at Yoshihara and speaking.

"Oh, and just so you know, someone called you like, fifteen minutes ago. I don't know who it was, but they were addressed in your contacts as "Midoriya Izuku", so maybe call them back when you get the chance. Also, I left you that popcorn chicken you left out last night in the microwave. I know you probably left it out for me when I got home yesterday but I ate too many garlic sticks at the bar. Though it was nice of you to think of me," Kayama-san said as Yoshihara grunted in acknowledgement.

"Yeah… I wasn't sure if you wanted them or not. Thank you for leaving them for me," Yoshihara said, yawning. She was so lucky it was Saturday and that it was the second week of the month, because that headache the doctor spoke of yesterday had kicked in, and it had kicked in hard.

Usually, she would've still had to have gone to school, but Aldera had a weird school schedule. For whatever reason, on every second week and fourth week of the month, there was a two-day weekend instead of the standard one-day weekend most schools stuck to. It probably had something to do with the fact that the school wanted to stand out amongst the other Junior High Schools in the city.

"It's not a big deal, Yoshi-chan," Kayama-san said, glancing down at her watch. "Shoot, I'm going to be late for the meeting. Okay, I gotta go. See you in a few, and don't forget to call back that Midoriya guy, okay? I don't know if it's important or not but you can never be too sure," Kayama-san said, before turning to face the elevator, opening the doors, and stepping inside. Moments later the doors closed, and she was gone.

With a grunt, Yoshihara stood up from the couch and slowly meandered her way to the kitchen, her back slouched and her expression unreadable with the only thing that could be garnered from it being that she was tired and in a bad mood. She was never usually a morning person, not unless she had something to eat first.

It was the weekend. She was never usually up this early during the weekends, especially when she could be afforded to get some extra sleep. Walking over to the microwave, she pressed the "heat-up" button and watched as her breakfast did just that. Stretching out her back, she lazily rubbed at her eyes again, before pressing the button to open the microwave.

Taking out her popcorn chicken, she turned around, placed it on the island in the kitchen, and scarfed down her food. When she was done with that, she marched upstairs to get a change of clean clothes—a pink shirt with a frayed edge at the bottom, a pair of grey yoga pants with a black line going down the seams, and a pair of black ankle-high socks along with the appropriate undergarments—then went into the bathroom and had a shower.

When she was done, Yoshihara got changed, brushed her hair so that when it dried it didn't look like she had bedhead, then walked downstairs and opened the medicine cabinet in the kitchen which had been just above the microwave. Grabbing the ibuprofen, she popped off the lid, shook out two pills, grabbed some water then chased the pills down with the liquid

When she was done with all of that, Yoshihara glanced over at the time. It was now 7:15 a.m., a whole hour after Midoriya had called her this morning. She sighed, walking over to her phone on the coffee table before clearing her throat. Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and pressed on the "missed calls" tab.

Sure enough, an hour ago, she had a missed call from Midoriya Izuku. "Huh, so he really did call me. It would be rude of me to not call him back," Yoshihara muttered to herself, before pressing the redial icon underneath his phone number. It took a few rings for him to pick up, but when he did, it was fairly obvious.

"U- Uh, Kira-san, is that y- you?" Midoriya's voice stammered out of her phone's speaker, which made Yoshihara smile.

"Morning, Midoriya. You called?"

"O- Oh! Yeah, I- I did. Hehe… uh, s- so, um… I told m- my Mom about you, a- and when I d- did she insisted that you came o- over so that she could m- meet you. I- It's been a- a long time since I made a friend and m- my Mom was r- really happy to find out that I did, so—"

"You're rambling, Midoriya," Yoshihara interrupted, chuckling to herself mid-sentence, which made the boy nervously chuckle on his end. "And if you're asking me to come over because your Mom wants to meet me, I have no problem with it. I have nothing planned today, so just text me the address. What time were you thinking?"

"H- How does 11:00 a.m. sound?" Midoriya asked as Yoshihara hummed to herself.

"Like I said, I don't have anything planned for today, so any time is good. But 11:00 is great. I'll see you around then."

"O- Okay! See you then!" The line was dropped, as Yoshihara put her phone in her pocket. He sounded so excited to have someone go over to her house. It was almost enviable how innocent Midoriya was. A part of her wanted to laugh at it, but not in the mean-spirited kind of way. He was just so antithetical to the kind of people Yoshihara had always been around, it was honestly a breath of fresh air.

With some time to kill, Yoshihara went up to her room and started reading Soul Eater. She had already been halfway through it the last time she had picked it up, and so with nothing else better to do than wait till at least 9:30 to start getting ready to leave, she was able to get up to Volume 23 of the Perfect Edition by the time 9:30 rolled around.

Putting the book back on the shelf, Yoshihara got off of her bed, walked downstairs, and went straight to the elevator, but not before slipping on a black leather jacket. The last thing she wanted to be was cold. Spring had just started, and it had been fairly cold out recently. The last thing she needed was to be getting sick two weeks before the recommendation exam.

Entering the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor, Yoshihara watched as the doors closed. This had been the first time she had gone to someone else's house without it having to be for a "favour", and if she were being honest? She was kind of excited.

While she had laughed at Midoriya's giddiness, she too was more than a little happy someone had invited her over to their house. Even if she had hardly known the boy, it was genuinely touching that he had invited her over to his house. Yoshihara had never had friends her age, so this was a first for her.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, and when the doors opened she stepped out and did one final back stretch. As she did, she felt her phone rumble in her pocket. "That must be Midoriya sending me his address."

Taking out her phone from her left pocket, she unlocked her phone and sure enough she had been right on the money. It was a text message from Midoriya, and it had been his address. "1967 Tattooine St. Got it," Yoshihara mumbled, slipping her phone back into her pocket as she made her way to the entrance. But before she did, she turned around to greet the receptionist, who in turn bowed at her.

"Good morning, Kira-san! If you're still up for it, don't forget that your shift starts at 9:00 p.m.!" The receptionist said as Yoshihara nodded.

"I'll have to give it some thought, Tatsumi-san. I'm still trying to deal with the events of last night, so it might not be a good idea. I'll call to let you know, okay?" Yoshihara said as the woman being the counter nodded. With that, Yoshihara exited the building and began her walk to the train station.

She had googled the address, and it turned out that Midoriya lived in downtown Musutafu, which was where all the apartment complexes had been. She used to live near there in that crappy apartment she used to rent. From what she had heard from Sasaki-san, apparently, some of the renters had been planning to sue the building owner. If they won, Yoshihara would sleep peacefully at night knowing that dirtbag got what he bloody deserved.

The train station wasn't all that far away from where Yoshihara lived, so it didn't take long for her to get there, only around about thirty minutes. Boarding the train that would take her to downtown Musutafu only took about a fifteen-minute wait, and when she did, she stood near the entrance.

The sheer amount of people that boarded the train was ridiculous, but considering just how many people who lived in Musutafu needed to use the train to get to work and school, she wasn't exactly all that surprised, even if she was more than a little annoyed with having to ride with so many people.

To be clear, it had nothing to do with the fact that the people who boarded the train were hard-working citizens, but rather it had everything to do with the fact that Yoshihara had never been a fan of big crowds. It made her anxious, although she kept it hidden fairly well. Maybe it was because she was sort of claustrophobic, or maybe it was because most sexual assaults nowadays just so happen to happen on trains like the one she was on, but quite frankly Yoshihara didn't care. The sooner she was off the train, the better.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to wait very long for her stop to come up, and by the time she had gotten off fo the train, it had already been forty-five minutes. Right now it was 10:15, which meant she had another forty-five minutes to be on time. Luckily for her, when she brought out her phone to check the map, the distance between the train station and Midoriya's address was only a ten-minute walk away.

Not only would she be early, but she would be nearly a full half-hour early at that! She didn't know if luck had been on her side this morning, or if she was just having a good morning but whatever the reason had been she was not going to mess it up.

Exiting the train station, Yoshihara began her walk to Midoriya's address, and as she did she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. She didn't know why, but downtown Musutafu had a special place in her heart. It had been the place she had spent most of her time on the streets. Granted, it hadn't been a good time, but that didn't exactly matter.

If she were to compare it to something, it would be like how some former inmates felt nostalgia about being in prison. There was no doubt that people who longed to return to prison after being in the slammer for years existed. Yoshihara kind of felt the same way about this place, just without wanting to be back in it. God knows that she wanted nothing to do with being on the streets after going through hell and back to get out of them.

After wandering around the city, Yoshihara finally made it to the address that Midoriya had sent her, and when she got there, she wasn't all that shocked to find that Midoriya lived in an apartment complex. Compared to the one she used to live in though it looked leagues better.

For starters, it had a beach-side view, albeit said beach had looked like it had seen better days considering all of the rubbish that had been built up on it over the years. Truly, Takoba Beach was a shadow of its former self. While she hadn't been there herself, it must've been pretty disheartening for the residents nearby who remembered how it was in the past to see it now.

The building itself also looked clean from the outside. Most of the lights had been out, save for the one at the far left. From the text message Midoriya had said, that the apartment on the very far left had been his and his Mother's. Not wasting any time, Yoshihara the outdoor staircase that was used to access the other floors, and began to walk up it.

Another thing that Yoshihara had noticed about the apartment complex that Midoriya had lived in was that the hallways connecting each apartment had been outside, which honestly made it feel less claustrophobic. That was good because if there was one thing that she couldn't stand about her old apartment, it was how claustrophobic it had been.

Actually, there were a lot of things that Yoshihara couldn't stand about that old piece of trash. The fact that was all that she could have afforded at the time had genuinely pissed her off. Now she had been really hoping that Sasaki-san and the other tenants won their lawsuit against the greedy shmuck who ran that building.

When she was done walking up the stairs to get to the top floor, Yoshihara walked down the hallway that led to Midoriya's apartment. It didn't take her long to reach her destination, and when she did, she closed the Google Maps app on her phone, looked up at the door, and knocked on it three times.

"I'll be right with you, give me just a second!" A feminine voice called out from behind the door as Yoshihara stood at the entrance with her hands behind her back, trying to look as polite as she possibly could. First impressions were everything, after all.

After a moment of waiting, the sound of the door unlocking made Yoshihara's heart race. Did she look good? She was dressed appropriately, wasn't she? She thought so, at least. She had put on a leather jacket, so what if that made her look like a punk? Her nerves were cranked up to an eleven, and her slightly nervous expression hadn't helped things much.

She needed to calm down. Besides, it wasn't like Midoriya was her boyfriend or anything. He was just a guy she met at school and had become friends with. There was nothing she needed to worry about. Even still, she couldn't help but worry because this was the first time she had ever been over at a person's how for wholesome reasons.

The door opened, and when it did, Yoshihara was met face-to-face with Midoriya's mother. She was short, just a hair shorter than herself, with chin-length green hair tied up into a ponytail. She was a little on the chubby side, but that was okay. She was dressed in a green pullover sweater and a pair of light brown slacks with black ankle socks.

She had a warm smile on her face that radiated with joy, and her hands were clasped together in front of her. Her eyes were just as green and just as innocent as her sons had been, and to top it all off she radiated the same aura as one of those overly cheerful mothers in some of the pre-Quirk era anime she had watched—which wasn't a bad thing, as a matter of fact, it was a good thing.

With the same smile on her face that didn't seem to leave, Midoriya's mother greeted her."Ah! You must be the girl that my boy told me about yesterday! My name is Midoriya Inko, please, come on in!"

-To Be Continued in – Meet The Midoriya's – Part 1