??? POV:
"Oh my gosh, I'm such a big fan of yours! I can't believe I'm actually going to be working at your agency!" The girl's squealing rung through my head, and it throbbed just by her tone. Aizawa asked for me to take this girl into my agency. It seems that not many people would accept her based on her quirk, so I obliged.
How I wish I hadn't.
It wasn't the quirk that irritated me, in fact I haven't actually read into what it was, but it was just how goddamn loud she was. I was hoping for her to be more like Shinso, but boy was I wrong. The girl giggled and held out her hand. "I'm Himiko Toga, by the way, it's so great to finally me-"
"Pleasure all mine," I stated, smiling at the blonde in hopefulness she didn't see through my white lie. Christ, I feel like Enji, irritated by his fans. The last thing I want is to be like Todoroki, but if I had gotten arrested, and she was my cell me, I'd request execution. I was sitting at my desk while both Shinso and Toga stood opposite of my desk. Shinso, being the kid that he was stood quietly with his hands behind his back, Toga on the other hand certainly had ADHD. She kept swaying side to side like a tree in the wind just out of boredom and would jump up and down in excitement.
Reminder to kill Eraserhead, I thought grimly.
"Shinso, could you give us a minute?" I asked. I still haven't done the interview with Toga, and I wish to get it over and done with. His response was a small nod before excusing himself, leaving me and the blonde.
"Take a seat," I gestured to the chair opposite of mine. I almost forgot the paperwork I had to take care for, so I was hoping to deal with it after I go on my patrol, yet Toga's interview was cutting time short. Toga happily agrees and took her perch, placing her hands on her lap as she held the biggest smile I've seen on a person. I spun my pen around my finger and leaned back in my seat.
"So, tell be about your quirk. Your strengths and weaknesses." For a split second, her smile faltered before turning into a neutral expression. I've heard a few weird quirks, sometimes its amazing that people become heroes with such quirks. Yet it usually affects their physical form, and Toga seemed...normal-ish. Ok, I'm not trying to shame anyone, all I'm saying is that most people have a weird quirk. So maybe Toga doesn't.
"Well...when I drink someone's blood, I can turn into them. You know how a car needs a lot of fuel to word? Well, the more blood I drink from that person, the longer I can stay as that person. It's still a working progress but I can even use their quirks, however it takes a lot of energy out of me. And...my clothes get affected too, so when I turn into someone, I can also create their clothes, but it layers over mine and I um...sometimes end up naked when I turn back..."
Define weird quirk to be whatever I just heard.
No, I'm not judging, it actually seems pretty useful if you think bout it. This girl could be great...
"I see, that's actually an interesting quirk. Can you also tell me why you want to become a hero?"
My brow raised the sight of her face falling into some sadness.
"I...when I was a kid, I got criticised by my peers and my parent thought I was...abnormal," she spoke, fiddling with her knuckles. "It was always me getting bullied a when I told my parents, they tried getting it to stop, but it never did. They called me a freak, a monster... a villain. I guess helping people is one of my main reasons, but...I also want to prove those people wrong. I want to prove that even with a quirk like mine, I can be a hero."
It might seem selfish of her to most people, but its admirable to go against what people say about you, what they judge you to be based on who you are and what type for person you seem to be.
I couldn't help but allow the smile to creep over my face. "I respect you for that, proving that you're who you say you are and not what others think of you to be." Toga's eyes widen for a split second before her whole face lit up and her smile blossomed. "Thank you," she spoke softly. The interview went on smoothly. I asked a few other questions and she happy answered them until both she and Shinso left to go back to UA. This girl was gonna be the death of me, but she certainly would have a bright future.
And I wanted to see her through it now.
Y/n POV:
Out of everything Mum could've forgotten, she forgot to buy milk, so she went down to get some from the grocery store, and likely the ingredients to dinner. I could hear the shower running and it was probably just Dad waking up.
As I went to check on the three, I came to a holt. Check? Why should I care, besides the fact that they could literally hurt anyone and destroy anything that they please. But I think they know better at this point and that's all that matters. Still...ok, maybe a quick check up wouldn't hurt. Afterwards I can read through that book. Maybe when Dad's hangover passes, I'll have the opportunity to ask him a few things. In the meantime, I might as well deal with...a few issues.
Why did this have to happen? Out of anything, everything to happen, why this? Once I got to the basement door, I hint of hesitation grew over me. Why did I suddenly feel uneasy? My stomach would twist each step I took to the basement door, and now standing before it all I would do was not let my legs give in. Instead of feeling my heart pounding against my rib cage till it bruised, I could feel it banging in my head. Over and over again. My gaze was hazy, and I could see spots in my vision. The hell? I've never felt this feeling in my whole life, and it was...abnormally familiar.
It suddenly got to the point where I couldn't even feel my legs, and my head was light. The spots in my vision suddenly went pitch black...
Deku's POV:
My body was in pure bliss. The whole bathroom was fogged up, but I didn't care about anything other than the water that cleansed my muscles. I never want this peaceful feeling to expire, unfortunately, Todoroki is waiting for his turn, and I swear he's in another shitty mood again. It was only when we got back from...observing Y/n.
Listen, I don't give a shit on whatever he wants to be called, but I'm not calling him L/n, it's dumb to pronounce.
We swapped out of our old clothes and changed into something casual before we left, and Y/n's were the only clothes that was close to my size. It felt a little tight, but beside the point. The sun was hidden behind the grey clouds, and even though traveling wouldn't be an issue, we didn't wanna risk the idea of anyone seeing us.
Besides, Y/n's Dad's car was just perching there...
When we got there, Todoroki decided to fuck off somewhere while me and Kacchan were stuck finding him. I don't even recall how long we were there for, but every snarky comment I got from Kacchan the more I just wanted to release stress. Why did I even admire him before? Once we did find him, he was just abnormally quiet, indicating that he was in a foul mood. We came to the conclusion to just head back, with some reluctances on Kacchan's part until Todoroki and I just left.
Now? Well now I'm just stuck, whether or not I should get out or stay in the shower for a little longer. It just felt so heavenly. Still, I reluctantly turn the handle until the last remaining droplets drizzle down my face. Light caught through my gaze as I slowly opened my eyes, facing the shower handles. I'm ever gonna take a shower for granted again...
I exit the shower, wrapping my towel around my waist before facing the mirror, scanning my reflection. It's hard to explain, but just looking at myself didn't feel real. I didn't look real. This place: this world felt anything but real. I'm used to my world, because everything there is real. But here, home is just a 2D universe. A weak chuckle clogs my throat while I brush my damp hair from my eyes. "It's fine...we're going to be fine," I muttered while eyeing a small curl that feel over my eyes. I've never told anyone how much products I use for my hair. Sure, there's all those people explaining how difficult it is to take curly hair, besides, my reputation isn't much to do with my hair...
That doesn't mean I don't like my hair though, let alone taking care of it. It's a good distraction from...everything.
I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly dried, threw on a shirt and jeans with my towel hanging over my shoulder. While I wasn't in any hurry, these small memories only evoked the realisation of our situation. Cautiously, I turn the knob and allow the door to creak open ever so slightly, giving me the chance to peering down hallway. The muscles in my shoulders release their strains once I registered that there was no one. Leaving your guard down, even in the safest places can take a toll for the worst. We've all done it, especially with people that we trust...
The popping in my knuckles rung in my head and I bit the inside of my lip till the bitter taste of copper remained. It's fine, Izuku...that was ages ago...
Sometimes...memories are too painful to rekindle and are better off kept in the dark.
I slowly made my way down the stairs, scanning the house before making my way to the basement. Since Y/n's parents were here, I couldn't help but wonder what we were planning to have for dinner. Would there be leftovers, or will we wait till they're asleep? My thoughts and mind came to a halt and replaced with confusion.
I stopped but couldn't process why. You know how they say in books that "time suddenly goes still"? Well...that wasn't the case. Everything played on normally. No slow motion or time lapse, it was happening just as fast as a clock could tick. I couldn't move and my heart suddenly began to beat rapidly, begging for freedom from its confinement in my chest. Lying on the ground, restless. His eyes were closed revealing the heavy bags underneath them, and the hair that covered half his face...
"The hell?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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