The Blade Dancer (My Hero Academia)

Prologue

Creak. Creak. Creak. Small footsteps across the wooden floors of a little girl's home creaked the floorboards. Barefoot and with terrified eyes, she slowly crept around the dark apartment. A little girl, no older than five with red glasses perched on her nose stood in the hallway. Her hands were shaking and her skin was noticeably paler. It was when she saw a drop of red on the floor was when she panicked. She followed the trail of red, eventually coming across the family sitting room. There scattered on the floor were around twenty sharp, intricately curved blades. They too were scattered with blood. However, when she entered the room, they disappeared. She raised a shaking her to her mouth when she saw it.

Her mother laid on the floor, with her long dark hair caked in blood. The little girl ran over to her and flipped her over. Her mother's face looked relatively peaceful, with her eyes being closed and her mouth slightly parted. There were large stab wounds across her entire body; an incredibly gruesome sight. However, the little girl was not going to give up so easily. She was not going to just give up on the person that raised her.

She knotted her hands together and continuously pressed on her mother's chest. No response. She took a deep breath in and connected her mouth with her mothers, giving her air. No response. She repeated these actions over and over, attempting to preform CPR. But no response. The little girl leaned her head on her mother's chest, attempting to hear a heartbeat. Tears pricked her eyes when there wasn't a response.

She laid there, silently crying next to her mother for hours. She was the only thing left for the little girl: her entire world. But now that she was gone, she didn't know what to do. The police came soon after, and took her mother in where she was professionally announced dead by paramedics. The little girl could do nothing but wait in the police station for her fate. 

She was allowed to stay in her old home, her father now taken custody of her, despite never being around. However, the paperwork worked out so it was alright. She spent most of her time alone in the apartment, refusing to ever step into the room that once held her mother. She attended school, made meaningless conversation with her neighbors, all while cursing her father for never being around to help. 

Seven years had passed since the incident when another unexpected variable barreled itself into her life. A little girl with hair of white stumbled on her doorstep, calling herself Elizabeth. She explained that she had no where to go and no family left. Our protagonist, took in the little girl. 

Of course with another mouth to feed, money was running low. With Elizabeth only five years old and needed to grow big and strong, the young woman knew she had to find out some kind of way to support her new family. After debating long and hard, she finally decided on a profession:

Heroics.

Her name is Irina Shimizu, and this is her journey on the road to becoming a hero.

( 3/10 Edit: I decided to change Irelia's name to Irina because it just felt better to me. If you don't like it then please let me know I'm happy to change it back. )