Shattered Hero

origins

* warning: this will contain mentions of: abuse, smut, mentions of blood

chapter 1

Aria Kurohane - Character Profile

Full Name: Aria Kurohane
Birthday: 11/11
Age: 19 (all students mentioned are 18+)
Height: 172 cm
Blood Type: A
Class: 1-A

Quirk: Lip Sync - By making lip-to-lip contact, she can temporarily copy another person's quirk. She can also blow kisses that release powerful energy blast

Fighting Style: Far-to-mid-range combat, using energy blasts and tactical maneuvers to control the battlefield.

• Likes: Spicy food, ladybugs, music, gardening
• Dislikes: Dabi (for undisclosed reasons), being underestimated, unnecessary attention

• Personality: Observant, strategic, mysterious, independent but deeply loyal to those she trusts

origins
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Ever since I can remember, I've been in love with heroes. Not just their quirks or their flashy costumes, but the way they made people feel safe. I'd spend hours glued to the TV, watching them save the day, collecting figures, and imagining what it would be like to have a power of my own. My mom loved to dress me up in tiny costumes, always taking pictures no matter how ridiculous I looked, and my dad was always ready to smile, even if I pulled faces. I was happy. I was safe. I believed nothing could ever touch that.

That night should have been perfect. My tenth birthday. My parents took me to my favorite restaurant, laughter echoing around the table. They spoiled me with gifts, tiny indulgences that felt like magic. I remember the way my mom's eyes shone when she saw me excited over the little figures I had been begging for. My dad kept making silly faces behind the camera, and I couldn't stop giggling. It was the kind of night that felt endless, the kind you hoped you could keep forever.

I never imagined it would be the last.

The restaurant had emptied, and the cool night air brushed against my skin as my parents guided me toward our car. The parking lot was quiet..too quiet. Then, out of nowhere, chaos erupted. Multiple villains appeared, snatching wallets and phones from terrified bystanders. They weren't particularly strong-looking.. puny, really-but even the smallest quirk could scare someone who wasn't ready.

My father's hand tightened around mine. "Quick, Aria. Get into the car!"

I clutched him back, my small heart hammering in my chest. And then I saw him. One of the villains, stepping out from the shadows. His hands... they weren't normal. They glinted in the streetlights, sharp as knives. My stomach dropped.

"Give me whatever you have," he demanded, his voice cold, harsh.

My father stepped forward instinctively. "Please... just leave my daughter alone."

The villain's lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "I want nothing to do with her. Just give me everything you've got."

A hero appeared, trying to calm the situation, but I barely noticed. My world had shrunk to my parents, the stranger with the knives, and the icy fear gripping my chest. Then everything moved in slow motion.

The villain grabbed my father. My mother lunged to pull me away, but my legs froze. "Dad!" I cried, the sound of my own voice barely escaping the tight knot in my throat.

"I'll kill him if you make another move," the villain hissed, holding them like puppets in his hands.

I tried to fight back, tried to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. Tears blurred my vision as the hero pleaded with him, trying to reason, but the man's attention didn't waver. My father's eyes met mine for a brief second-a silent apology, a silent plea for me to stay safe-but before I could process it, another villain appeared. Invisible. Silent. Deadly.