A Hero's First Step (MHA)
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Do or Do Not, There is No Try Part 1
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
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- She/Her
You can't help but laugh with glee as you stand on the side of the gym, perpendicular to the rest of the room, as you somehow shift yourself so that the wall is done. At first you can barely manage to keep that, and after only a few moments you nearly collapse back to the ground, gasping like you've just run a while...
But with each passing moment the energy required to keep yourself up like this is dropping. By the time that the two hour session comes to an end, that dizziness that you were struggling with is gone. The best guess that Sundrop has is that when you were moving about, your quirk was trying to both keep your down on the ground, as well as shift towards the direction of wherever your feet where to make moving about quicker and easier for you.
The really cool trick that you've managed to pick up is the fact that if you jump, you can push your power to go full on against the gravity of the world. It isn't enough to fly yet, but you can drop down with all the speed of a falling leaf. Unfortunately, you didn't manage to get to working with whatever fire and heat that your quirk has, but this was only the very first session that you had with your new counselor after all. It makes sense that you aren't going to figure everything out all at once. That's why you are going to be seeing Mirai three times a week for the rest of the month.
"Hey, Izuku." Mirai calls out as you finally float down from the third floor, giggling wildly all the way down. "I've got an idea. You want to see what flying is like, right?" She asks, and the answer to that is obvious. "Then why don't I fly you back to your apartment? I've got a few people in Musutafu that I need to talk to anyways."
That question is asked like there was any chance that you would say no. Still, this means that you are going to have a chance to show your mom just how far you've gotten in just one day. There really isn't much that could go wrong now is there?
Wednesday, March 8th
You sit there in the morning light, legs crossed, with a book in your lap. At the moment, the house is quiet, because Mom doesn't have one of her streams today, instead going out to go and spend time with Aunt Mitsuki. Mom said something about there being an art exhibit on the history of fashion over at the local museum. She also mentioned something about possibly stopping and getting groceries while on her way home.
You hope she has fun, you note to yourself as you shift your position just a little, leaning back for a moment. Grabbing hold of the book you stretch your arms out over your head with a groan before settling back in again as you try to get a little more comfortable. Despite the quiet, you are having a bit of trouble really focusing on the book in your hands. Like, the book itself is actually really interesting. It's about Shogi– The history of the game, the rules of play, and there's even a few chapters talking about some of the more common base strategies that people use and the reasoning behind them. Miss Mirai gave you the book when she dropped you off after your first counseling session two days ago. Saying that you might find it useful. Of course, at the same time, your new counselor also gave you some 'homework' of a sorts.
It's actually because of that homework that this is the first chance that you've had to even crack open the book... Not that you are really able to focus on it at the moment anyways. Instead, you've spent nearly every waking moment over the last two days running through dozens of different exercises that Miss Mirai had put together for you while she was watching you test the different parts of your quirk during that first counseling session. In fact, after she dropped you off back home, she talked with you and your mom about this homework, and what it would entail.
The most important thing that Miss Mirai wanted your mother to understand is that for some of the experiments, you'd need a spotter. While all the experiments were safe for you to do at home, there were a handful that she wanted Mom or someone else to be around to keep an eye on you. Because there is a chance that something might end up getting a little out of hand. It isn't even surprising that the majority of those highlighted experiments involved the colored fires that you can spit.
Click!
Part of you that perks up when you hear the heavy lock on the front door turn through the open doorway into the living room. At the same time, you feel like you are forgetting something... But as you frown, brow furrowing as you try to remember, you feel something slip. And just like that, the moment is lost. The focus that you've been holding since Mom left is broken. That small part of you, deep down in the lowest part of your chest, starts to shift out of your grasp, sliding back down to where it normally rests. All that once, the world starts to take hold again.
You still aren't entirely sure how this power of yours works, or what it does. But that doesn't mean that you aren't starting to develop an idea. The forces keeping you settled on the wall starts to fade, and before you have a chance to fall off the wall again, you reach out, pushing off the wall and twisting around, letting your place your feet back on the ground.
Even now that you are standing back on the ground again, part of you needs the moment to try and regain your balance. The world still feels like it is tilting out of control as your power finally starts to settle down. Taking a breath, you let the nausea pass. As it does the front door opens. Mom struggles in with a pair of handle bags on each arm. She's utterly loaded down with the groceries, and even though you aren't entirely feeling steady yet, you've crossed half the living room before you even think. You drop your new book onto the couch as you easily take two of the bags from Mom.
"Izuku." Your mom says, and there is something more than a little exasperated about her tone. You blink at her, tilting your head as you try to figure out what the problem is.
"...Yes?" You ask, and she just gives you a look.
Oh. Right. That is what you were forgetting. The window to your bedroom is on the front of the apartment. Mom must have seen you sitting on the wall, practicing with your quirk while you waited for her to get home.
The... problem... is that after you emailed Miss Mirai the results of your homework yesterday after working so hard, she called your Mom. Apparently, this was something that you were supposed to have finished over the next week. Not the next forty-eight hours. Because of that, Miss Mirai told your Mom that you aren't supposed to be using your quirk today. Something about not pushing yourself too hard.
But you aren't.
Sure, your muscles might ache a little, and you are admittedly exhausted, but you aren't pushing yourself too hard. You'd know if you were. This is nothing compared to the pain that you've felt a few times before when some of the kids at school decided to play a little rough during recess. So this is fine.
Despite that, the words all but die on your lips when you see the look on your mom's face. That conversation that you had in the car on the way back from the hospital pops back into your head, and you find yourself having to struggle with that thing that Mom said.
Would it be okay if those kids were playing that way with someone else...
This one you don't actually have the answer too. Mom just sighs, and you wince, glancing away. "...I'm not pushing too hard." You say quietly, and there is a small part of you that is wondering if you are trying to convince her or yourself. Either way, she just gives you a look.
It's not an angry look, it's not a sad look either. If you were to try and put the look into words, then the best thing that you could possible say is that it is the look of someone who doesn't believe the words that she is hearing. There has to be a word for that.
Mom puts the groceries down on the table, and you start to move to help her put them away, but before you take more than a single step, Mom shakes her head. "Nope!" Her word is firm, but it's cheerful too. "You were told not to use your quirk today." She reminds you. Flushing red, you scratch at the back of your neck as you glance away.
"I... But I'm not pushing myself." You argue again.
"You were told not to use your quirk today." She says simply. "And if you're going to be using your quirk in here, then there is only one thing for it." Mom continues. You aren't entirely sure where she is going with this, but... Reaching into the closest of the two bags, Mom pulls out her purse, before she snaps it open, reaching in and pulling out four thousand and five hundred yen. "Here." She says simply.
Now completely confused, you do the only thing that you can think to, reaching out and taking the money. "Uhhh... Okay?" You say.
Mom just laughs. "Go." She says. That makes you blink. What?
Wait, is Mom telling you to... "Out of the house til sundown." She says simply. Okay, yeah. She is kicking you out of the house for the rest of the day. "If you're not going to leave well enough alone on your own, then get." There is a chuckle on Mom's voice as she says that. "Go find an arcade, or head into Tokyo proper. Just... Go somewhere. Out there you can't use your quirk."
That... Okay, no. That's actually a good reasoning, even if it is a little frustrating to find yourself getting kicked out of the house like this. Especially because you aren't pushing yourself. But Mom has that look on her face, the one that makes it clear that she is not going to be able to be talked around. So with a huff and a sigh, you shake your head. "Fine." You mutter, drawing another laugh from Mom.
"But seriously, Izuku." Mom says again, smiling softly at you. "I know that you want to use your quirk like this, but Miss Mirai is a specialist when it comes to quirks. If she says that you are possibly straining yourself, then we should trust her. It's her job to help– After all, she is a hero."
That... That is a fair point, even if you still don't think that you've been pushing yourself. If nothing else, you will accept that Miss Mirai probably knows what she's talking about. That doesn't change the fact that it feels like your quirk is always there right under the skin, just waiting to try and do all the interesting things that you've been practicing so far. Is this how other people feel all the time? Their quirks just raring and ready to go?
If it is, you have to wonder how people get through each day without using their quirks. Because there is a part of you that wonders if trying would drive you mad. Still, no matter how much you want to go and use your quirk, you aren't a villain. You aren't going to break the law. And that means that for now, you're just going to have to do what Mom says. "I'll be back..." You start to say, "I dunno. Before it gets too late." You say. "Honestly, I doubt I'll make it to night fall. But I'll try." You promise quietly.
Mom takes a step forward, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you, Izu." She says quietly, and even as she holds you, you can feel her chest jerking a little. Mom has to be trying so hard to keep herself from crying... Which is really saying something, given the way that both you and Mom cry. "I... I nearly lost you once already." She says quietly, and those words just sink into your chest like the heaviest of weights. "I know that you are excited to have a quirk now, but I just... I can't bare the thought of you getting hurt because you didn't listen to your counselor. That's the whole point of her job." She says quietly.
You... God... You hadn't even thought about that. This has to be something that has been eating at Mom over the last two days... Just the realization of how worried she has to be makes you tear up at well. "I'm not... I won't get hurt." You promise your mom as the tears build up more. There's no stopping the crying now, so maybe you should get yourself something to drink before you head out. "I'm going to be fine." You promise her with all the strength of your words. "I won't leave you like that."
You are going to be a hero, and while that might mean that you are going to be putting yourself in danger at times... That doesn't mean that you are going to offer the world anything less than your best. Even without a quirk, you know that your best could have been enough...
But now you have a quirk, and that means that your best is all the better.
You are going to be a hero, and you are going to stand tall, helping all those who can't help themselves.
The two of you stand there for a few more minutes, crying into each others shoulders... But if you are going to be completely honest... This is the best that you have ever felt when crying before. There isn't the specter of something bitter at the edge of your tears the way that there has been at times before. Instead...
Instead, the only thing that you can say to try and describe this is that for the first time you feel like you are letting go. The past is the past, and you can't control that. All you can do is push towards the future, to become something more and something stronger than you were before. Finally, after hanging onto each and crying, you finally feel the tears run dry. Pulling back a little, there is a little part of you that is almost nervous about the way that Mom's shirt is covered in glittering, glimmering sparkles. Two days ago you saw the way that those things in your tears would fade away if they got dry, but you've never had them stick to clothing before. Whatever it is that is in your tears continues to glow, even as the tears dry, but after a moment the lights start to flicker out, one by one, disappearing as they do normally.
That... That's good. Even if you think the colorful glimmering lights are pretty, it would suck if you ended up ruining your clothing every time that you end up crying. Because you're going to be honest, you cry a lot. Rubbing your eyes one last time, you give a watery smile to your mother, before you take the money that she's handed you. Making sure to get something to drink, you take a breath and head out into the city proper.
You can't help but let loose a small, sad sounding sigh as you lean forwards and place your head in your hands as you sit on an old park bench. the wood is rough and starting to splinter, but this bench has been here for years and years now. Over a decade in fact. Closing your eyes, you try and think of something to do. It's only been a little more than an hour and a half now, and you've already run out of ideas for things to do and places to go. It's just...
Well... The only person from school that you have ever really considered a friend was Kacchan. Even Kacchan's other friends just considered you a waste of space. And right here and now, staring at the playground, you can't say that you want to go and talk with the boy. Across the street from you there is an old oak tree, not far from the actual playground equipment. It is a tree that you know well.
After all, this is the park. This is the place where you started to truly understand the truth of the world, even all those years ago when you were only four years old. This is where Kacchan was being so mean to... Honestly, you don't even remember the name of the kid that you were defending. But this is where you stood up against Kacchan and Tsubasa and Tesaki for the first time.
This is where you learned that not all men are created equally.
Ugh. This is a gross thought. You don't want to think about that day. Not now. Pulling yourself up off the bench, you shake your head. You need to find something else to do. Anything to get yourself up and away from this place... And all the horrible memories that rest here. Without even thinking about it, you simply start walking. You don't have a destination in mind. You just need to move.
Somewhere near the back of your mind there is a stupid quiet thought. One that you don't dare put to words...
But if you keep moving, your sad thoughts won't be able to catch you. On and on you go, not really going anywhere, just going. Step by step, you put one foot in front of the other, and soon you are making your way across the city of Musutafu.
You don't have a goal, and you don't have a plan. At least, that is until you finally find yourself coming to a stop at the top of the hill that overlooks Dagobah Municipal Beach. The seas sparkle in the near noon sunlight, the waves rolling and crashing against the trash that covers the beach.
You've passed by Dagobah beach hundreds of times over the years. Even when you were younger the place was a bit of a dump, but with each passing year the trash just continued to build up. More and more and more. It might be illegal to throw things away on the beach, but you've seen people do it time and again. After all, the beach is already a massive eye-blight. Something that is continuing to drag down the values of the streets nearby.
Still, as you are standing there, looking at the trash covered beach, something suddenly clicks into place in your head, and an idea begins to form. You've been thinking a lot of things over the last two days, even since you had that first quirk counseling session with Miss Mirai. Of course, part of that is because of the questions that she asked you during those tests she had you do.
Fitness.
When you talked about the idea of wanting to be a hero, Miss Mirai pointed out that it doesn't matter how strong your quirk is if you end up winded just running up a flight of stairs. You have to be fit to be able to be a hero. That... That is somewhere that you are admittedly lacking... And you've been wanting to see about getting a gym membership or something of the like that might be able to help you get stronger...
But just look at that beach.
There is junk and trash everywhere. broken bottles and shattered cinder blocks dot the sands, while there are piles and piles of debris everywhere. Everything from broken bookcases to whole tires, and even full on appliances that you can spot. Washing machines and fridges and even things that you don't recognize. All of this stuff is just laying there, rotting and rusting away as the years go by, ruining the beach.
Some part of you brain clicks on a stupid idea. The worst idea that you've ever had. The sheer amount of rusted metal down there would make it nearly impossible for you to get through without cutting yourself somewhere and exposing yourself to tetanus. But at the same time, you need to get stronger in order to become a hero... That trash is of every shape and size, which means that you'll be working out all sorts of different groups of muscles.
This is a terrible idea. And yet...
And yet. You keep cycling back around to an 'And yet...' despite how much you know this to be a bad idea. This could be something that you do which isn't using your quirk, and still pushes you closer to being a hero. On top of all of that, you'll be cleaning up the beach, which isn't as flashy as fighting villains or saving people from landslides, but isn't the entire point of being a hero to try and make things better? No matter how small.
This is a place that you can start. But you are going to need a plan. You are going to need a place to start, and some way to try and get rid of all of this as you sort it. The worst of that can wait, you need to get a better look at all of this before you can make any decisions. Or even before you can start to plan.
But with each passing moment the energy required to keep yourself up like this is dropping. By the time that the two hour session comes to an end, that dizziness that you were struggling with is gone. The best guess that Sundrop has is that when you were moving about, your quirk was trying to both keep your down on the ground, as well as shift towards the direction of wherever your feet where to make moving about quicker and easier for you.
The really cool trick that you've managed to pick up is the fact that if you jump, you can push your power to go full on against the gravity of the world. It isn't enough to fly yet, but you can drop down with all the speed of a falling leaf. Unfortunately, you didn't manage to get to working with whatever fire and heat that your quirk has, but this was only the very first session that you had with your new counselor after all. It makes sense that you aren't going to figure everything out all at once. That's why you are going to be seeing Mirai three times a week for the rest of the month.
"Hey, Izuku." Mirai calls out as you finally float down from the third floor, giggling wildly all the way down. "I've got an idea. You want to see what flying is like, right?" She asks, and the answer to that is obvious. "Then why don't I fly you back to your apartment? I've got a few people in Musutafu that I need to talk to anyways."
That question is asked like there was any chance that you would say no. Still, this means that you are going to have a chance to show your mom just how far you've gotten in just one day. There really isn't much that could go wrong now is there?
Wednesday, March 8th
STEWARDSHIP = 1d100 = 50
[ONE STEWARDSHIP ROLL]
PROWESS = 1d100 = 12
[NO PROWESS ROLL]
[ONE STEWARDSHIP ROLL]
PROWESS = 1d100 = 12
[NO PROWESS ROLL]
You hope she has fun, you note to yourself as you shift your position just a little, leaning back for a moment. Grabbing hold of the book you stretch your arms out over your head with a groan before settling back in again as you try to get a little more comfortable. Despite the quiet, you are having a bit of trouble really focusing on the book in your hands. Like, the book itself is actually really interesting. It's about Shogi– The history of the game, the rules of play, and there's even a few chapters talking about some of the more common base strategies that people use and the reasoning behind them. Miss Mirai gave you the book when she dropped you off after your first counseling session two days ago. Saying that you might find it useful. Of course, at the same time, your new counselor also gave you some 'homework' of a sorts.
It's actually because of that homework that this is the first chance that you've had to even crack open the book... Not that you are really able to focus on it at the moment anyways. Instead, you've spent nearly every waking moment over the last two days running through dozens of different exercises that Miss Mirai had put together for you while she was watching you test the different parts of your quirk during that first counseling session. In fact, after she dropped you off back home, she talked with you and your mom about this homework, and what it would entail.
The most important thing that Miss Mirai wanted your mother to understand is that for some of the experiments, you'd need a spotter. While all the experiments were safe for you to do at home, there were a handful that she wanted Mom or someone else to be around to keep an eye on you. Because there is a chance that something might end up getting a little out of hand. It isn't even surprising that the majority of those highlighted experiments involved the colored fires that you can spit.
Click!
Part of you that perks up when you hear the heavy lock on the front door turn through the open doorway into the living room. At the same time, you feel like you are forgetting something... But as you frown, brow furrowing as you try to remember, you feel something slip. And just like that, the moment is lost. The focus that you've been holding since Mom left is broken. That small part of you, deep down in the lowest part of your chest, starts to shift out of your grasp, sliding back down to where it normally rests. All that once, the world starts to take hold again.
You still aren't entirely sure how this power of yours works, or what it does. But that doesn't mean that you aren't starting to develop an idea. The forces keeping you settled on the wall starts to fade, and before you have a chance to fall off the wall again, you reach out, pushing off the wall and twisting around, letting your place your feet back on the ground.
Even now that you are standing back on the ground again, part of you needs the moment to try and regain your balance. The world still feels like it is tilting out of control as your power finally starts to settle down. Taking a breath, you let the nausea pass. As it does the front door opens. Mom struggles in with a pair of handle bags on each arm. She's utterly loaded down with the groceries, and even though you aren't entirely feeling steady yet, you've crossed half the living room before you even think. You drop your new book onto the couch as you easily take two of the bags from Mom.
"Izuku." Your mom says, and there is something more than a little exasperated about her tone. You blink at her, tilting your head as you try to figure out what the problem is.
"...Yes?" You ask, and she just gives you a look.
Oh. Right. That is what you were forgetting. The window to your bedroom is on the front of the apartment. Mom must have seen you sitting on the wall, practicing with your quirk while you waited for her to get home.
The... problem... is that after you emailed Miss Mirai the results of your homework yesterday after working so hard, she called your Mom. Apparently, this was something that you were supposed to have finished over the next week. Not the next forty-eight hours. Because of that, Miss Mirai told your Mom that you aren't supposed to be using your quirk today. Something about not pushing yourself too hard.
But you aren't.
Sure, your muscles might ache a little, and you are admittedly exhausted, but you aren't pushing yourself too hard. You'd know if you were. This is nothing compared to the pain that you've felt a few times before when some of the kids at school decided to play a little rough during recess. So this is fine.
Despite that, the words all but die on your lips when you see the look on your mom's face. That conversation that you had in the car on the way back from the hospital pops back into your head, and you find yourself having to struggle with that thing that Mom said.
Would it be okay if those kids were playing that way with someone else...
This one you don't actually have the answer too. Mom just sighs, and you wince, glancing away. "...I'm not pushing too hard." You say quietly, and there is a small part of you that is wondering if you are trying to convince her or yourself. Either way, she just gives you a look.
It's not an angry look, it's not a sad look either. If you were to try and put the look into words, then the best thing that you could possible say is that it is the look of someone who doesn't believe the words that she is hearing. There has to be a word for that.
Mom puts the groceries down on the table, and you start to move to help her put them away, but before you take more than a single step, Mom shakes her head. "Nope!" Her word is firm, but it's cheerful too. "You were told not to use your quirk today." She reminds you. Flushing red, you scratch at the back of your neck as you glance away.
"I... But I'm not pushing myself." You argue again.
"You were told not to use your quirk today." She says simply. "And if you're going to be using your quirk in here, then there is only one thing for it." Mom continues. You aren't entirely sure where she is going with this, but... Reaching into the closest of the two bags, Mom pulls out her purse, before she snaps it open, reaching in and pulling out four thousand and five hundred yen. "Here." She says simply.
Now completely confused, you do the only thing that you can think to, reaching out and taking the money. "Uhhh... Okay?" You say.
Mom just laughs. "Go." She says. That makes you blink. What?
Wait, is Mom telling you to... "Out of the house til sundown." She says simply. Okay, yeah. She is kicking you out of the house for the rest of the day. "If you're not going to leave well enough alone on your own, then get." There is a chuckle on Mom's voice as she says that. "Go find an arcade, or head into Tokyo proper. Just... Go somewhere. Out there you can't use your quirk."
That... Okay, no. That's actually a good reasoning, even if it is a little frustrating to find yourself getting kicked out of the house like this. Especially because you aren't pushing yourself. But Mom has that look on her face, the one that makes it clear that she is not going to be able to be talked around. So with a huff and a sigh, you shake your head. "Fine." You mutter, drawing another laugh from Mom.
"But seriously, Izuku." Mom says again, smiling softly at you. "I know that you want to use your quirk like this, but Miss Mirai is a specialist when it comes to quirks. If she says that you are possibly straining yourself, then we should trust her. It's her job to help– After all, she is a hero."
That... That is a fair point, even if you still don't think that you've been pushing yourself. If nothing else, you will accept that Miss Mirai probably knows what she's talking about. That doesn't change the fact that it feels like your quirk is always there right under the skin, just waiting to try and do all the interesting things that you've been practicing so far. Is this how other people feel all the time? Their quirks just raring and ready to go?
If it is, you have to wonder how people get through each day without using their quirks. Because there is a part of you that wonders if trying would drive you mad. Still, no matter how much you want to go and use your quirk, you aren't a villain. You aren't going to break the law. And that means that for now, you're just going to have to do what Mom says. "I'll be back..." You start to say, "I dunno. Before it gets too late." You say. "Honestly, I doubt I'll make it to night fall. But I'll try." You promise quietly.
Mom takes a step forward, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you, Izu." She says quietly, and even as she holds you, you can feel her chest jerking a little. Mom has to be trying so hard to keep herself from crying... Which is really saying something, given the way that both you and Mom cry. "I... I nearly lost you once already." She says quietly, and those words just sink into your chest like the heaviest of weights. "I know that you are excited to have a quirk now, but I just... I can't bare the thought of you getting hurt because you didn't listen to your counselor. That's the whole point of her job." She says quietly.
You... God... You hadn't even thought about that. This has to be something that has been eating at Mom over the last two days... Just the realization of how worried she has to be makes you tear up at well. "I'm not... I won't get hurt." You promise your mom as the tears build up more. There's no stopping the crying now, so maybe you should get yourself something to drink before you head out. "I'm going to be fine." You promise her with all the strength of your words. "I won't leave you like that."
You are going to be a hero, and while that might mean that you are going to be putting yourself in danger at times... That doesn't mean that you are going to offer the world anything less than your best. Even without a quirk, you know that your best could have been enough...
But now you have a quirk, and that means that your best is all the better.
You are going to be a hero, and you are going to stand tall, helping all those who can't help themselves.
The two of you stand there for a few more minutes, crying into each others shoulders... But if you are going to be completely honest... This is the best that you have ever felt when crying before. There isn't the specter of something bitter at the edge of your tears the way that there has been at times before. Instead...
Instead, the only thing that you can say to try and describe this is that for the first time you feel like you are letting go. The past is the past, and you can't control that. All you can do is push towards the future, to become something more and something stronger than you were before. Finally, after hanging onto each and crying, you finally feel the tears run dry. Pulling back a little, there is a little part of you that is almost nervous about the way that Mom's shirt is covered in glittering, glimmering sparkles. Two days ago you saw the way that those things in your tears would fade away if they got dry, but you've never had them stick to clothing before. Whatever it is that is in your tears continues to glow, even as the tears dry, but after a moment the lights start to flicker out, one by one, disappearing as they do normally.
That... That's good. Even if you think the colorful glimmering lights are pretty, it would suck if you ended up ruining your clothing every time that you end up crying. Because you're going to be honest, you cry a lot. Rubbing your eyes one last time, you give a watery smile to your mother, before you take the money that she's handed you. Making sure to get something to drink, you take a breath and head out into the city proper.
You can't help but let loose a small, sad sounding sigh as you lean forwards and place your head in your hands as you sit on an old park bench. the wood is rough and starting to splinter, but this bench has been here for years and years now. Over a decade in fact. Closing your eyes, you try and think of something to do. It's only been a little more than an hour and a half now, and you've already run out of ideas for things to do and places to go. It's just...
Well... The only person from school that you have ever really considered a friend was Kacchan. Even Kacchan's other friends just considered you a waste of space. And right here and now, staring at the playground, you can't say that you want to go and talk with the boy. Across the street from you there is an old oak tree, not far from the actual playground equipment. It is a tree that you know well.
After all, this is the park. This is the place where you started to truly understand the truth of the world, even all those years ago when you were only four years old. This is where Kacchan was being so mean to... Honestly, you don't even remember the name of the kid that you were defending. But this is where you stood up against Kacchan and Tsubasa and Tesaki for the first time.
This is where you learned that not all men are created equally.
Ugh. This is a gross thought. You don't want to think about that day. Not now. Pulling yourself up off the bench, you shake your head. You need to find something else to do. Anything to get yourself up and away from this place... And all the horrible memories that rest here. Without even thinking about it, you simply start walking. You don't have a destination in mind. You just need to move.
Somewhere near the back of your mind there is a stupid quiet thought. One that you don't dare put to words...
But if you keep moving, your sad thoughts won't be able to catch you. On and on you go, not really going anywhere, just going. Step by step, you put one foot in front of the other, and soon you are making your way across the city of Musutafu.
You don't have a goal, and you don't have a plan. At least, that is until you finally find yourself coming to a stop at the top of the hill that overlooks Dagobah Municipal Beach. The seas sparkle in the near noon sunlight, the waves rolling and crashing against the trash that covers the beach.
You've passed by Dagobah beach hundreds of times over the years. Even when you were younger the place was a bit of a dump, but with each passing year the trash just continued to build up. More and more and more. It might be illegal to throw things away on the beach, but you've seen people do it time and again. After all, the beach is already a massive eye-blight. Something that is continuing to drag down the values of the streets nearby.
Still, as you are standing there, looking at the trash covered beach, something suddenly clicks into place in your head, and an idea begins to form. You've been thinking a lot of things over the last two days, even since you had that first quirk counseling session with Miss Mirai. Of course, part of that is because of the questions that she asked you during those tests she had you do.
Fitness.
When you talked about the idea of wanting to be a hero, Miss Mirai pointed out that it doesn't matter how strong your quirk is if you end up winded just running up a flight of stairs. You have to be fit to be able to be a hero. That... That is somewhere that you are admittedly lacking... And you've been wanting to see about getting a gym membership or something of the like that might be able to help you get stronger...
But just look at that beach.
Some part of you brain clicks on a stupid idea. The worst idea that you've ever had. The sheer amount of rusted metal down there would make it nearly impossible for you to get through without cutting yourself somewhere and exposing yourself to tetanus. But at the same time, you need to get stronger in order to become a hero... That trash is of every shape and size, which means that you'll be working out all sorts of different groups of muscles.
This is a terrible idea. And yet...
And yet. You keep cycling back around to an 'And yet...' despite how much you know this to be a bad idea. This could be something that you do which isn't using your quirk, and still pushes you closer to being a hero. On top of all of that, you'll be cleaning up the beach, which isn't as flashy as fighting villains or saving people from landslides, but isn't the entire point of being a hero to try and make things better? No matter how small.
This is a place that you can start. But you are going to need a plan. You are going to need a place to start, and some way to try and get rid of all of this as you sort it. The worst of that can wait, you need to get a better look at all of this before you can make any decisions. Or even before you can start to plan.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Stewardship of 9!
So her special room isn't sound proofed.
I wonder if she bought something for the interview.
Not a good measuring stick.
Sundrop has learned she must be very specific in her instructions.
Izuku: I know! I'll go to the local illegal dumping site!
Inko: ...
Akatsunami
The Bonetatoist
- Location
- Brazil
"What do you mean with I should stop using my powers too much because I am exhausting myself? Oh... I could get hurt huh? Okay then I guess... But then what should I do? ... Oh! Got it! I am going to clean an entire beach by myself without using my quirk abilities, that should let me rest them enough to avoid problems! Brilliant!"
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This is why so many people think Izuku is a masochist.
- Location
- Finland
Nothing, that's the whole point.
Izuku needs a new hobby. Apparently he's decided on fitness by way of community service.
JmonsterNEO
Spouter of nonsense
- Location
- The quest forums
Y'know, just to get it out there. I'm gonna post that OC sheet I mentioned a while ago.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Nensho Einonna [Ay-noh-nah](originally 永の女 燃焼, roughly translates to eternally burning woman, I'm not as good with names that relate to a character's nature as Horikoshi is)
Nickname or Nicknames: Nen-chan/san, Smokey.
Hero Name: Draconian
Hero Epithet: The Fire-gut Heroine. That crazy fire-breathing bitch.(the second is mostly used by villains who have come to blows with her)
Nationality: Japanese
Occupation: Freelance hero
Age: 25
Gender & Prounouns: Female, She/Her
Romantic/Sexual Orientation: (Speculated to be straight, but has never said publicly solely for the sake to keep people guessing, she finds it funny)
Height: 200cm/6'6"
Weight: 84kg/185.188lbs
Birthday: June 22 (start date of the first Burning man festival in 1986)
School: Hiroshima Hero High
Entrance Exam Points: Villain Points: 37, Rescue Points: 29
Course: Hero
APPEARANCE:
Hair Style: wild, like a fire, done with a rather slippery gel to keep it from being a handhold in a fight
Hair Length: middle of the back
Hair Color: ashen white/grey gradient, formerly a fire-looking red/orange/yellow gradient.
Eye Colour: Coal Black, glows like embers when quirk is used
Skin Colour: Slightly tanned
Looks: sharp facial features, very athletic.
Casual Wear: tank tops with flames, t-shirts, turtleneck sweaters. Shorts and pants.
Formal Wear: Red suit, black tie-it's easier to fight in than a dress is(well, without having to damage it at least)-
Swimwear: One piece with a flame pattern (think Guy Fieri's famous shirt)
Nighttime Wear/Pajamas: Tank top and shorts with flame patterns
Accessories: necklace with a piece of obsidian as the pendant
PERSONALITY
Attitude Towards Others/Life: She faces life with a smile on her face and charges headlong into every challenge she faces, very close with those she considers friends, very eager to help teach hero students she comes across
Overall Personality: Jovial, if a bit aggressive in her mannerisms.
Likes: good food, patrolling, sparring, hot/clean-burning fuel, Thermite and Napalm sandwiches on rye with magnesium-laced mustard and rubbing alcohol, gasoline, Jack Daniels, and dragonfruit cocktails.
Dislikes: things that burn poorly/smell bad when burnt, assholes in general.
Hobbies: chemistry, pulling pranks/screwing with the press and people in general, gardening, cooking
Fears: sharp/pointed weapons
Personality Quirks/Tics: Semi-regularly references to people's 'inner flame' even if they don't have a fire/fire-related quirk, mostly tends to reflect what she knows and believes about a person. Uses flame puns liberally.
HEALTH
Aside From Blood Type, this section is entirely optional, especially the mental section.
Overall Physical Health: Fantastic, if rather hot to the touch
Blood Type: all recent records bizarrely list it as just 'fire', but a record from her early childhood lists it as AB+
Weaknesses: just about the same as any other human, save for fire and toxins.
Physical Disabilities/Impairments: thermometers are pointless with her because her internal temperature constantly fluctuates with her use and refueling of her quirk.
Allergies: none whatsoever.
Other oddities: Incapable of getting drunk or poisoned, absurdly high body temperature, most of digestive system replaced with a large, furnace-like stomach. Belches smoke after eating. Theorized to have had immune system replaced by the incredibly internal body temperature her quirk provides her. Fire sprays out of wounds and incisions like a fiery water cutter before cauterizing the wound, rendering many methods of medical examination and treatment extremely dangerous for the practitioner. Skin acts as an extremely effective heat insulator, so she only feels feverishly hot to the touch instead of boils-the-very-air-around-her hot.
Overall Mental Health: Average
Mental Illnesses: Mostly treated PTSD from when a robber stabbed her in the stomach and was summarily atomized by all of the fire within her bursting out of the wound. Only flares up if she's in a situation where she could get stabbed in the gut.
Neurodivergences:
QUIRK INFO/HERO INFO
Quirk Name: Dragon's gullet
Quirk Type: Deviant* Mutation with Emitter aspects
What the Quirk Does: turns the user into a living furnace, able to consume combustible materials to fuel their inner flame with practically indestructible teeth, flame immunity (even Dabi's Cremationwouldn't do anything to her), projection of flames from holes in body for offense, natural and artificial, upper limits of storage unknown. Can consume flames straight, but as there isn't any suction it is much less efficient than eating fuel unless someone with a fire quirk were to stick their hand into/onto her mouth and use it.
Quirk Limits/Drawbacks: No passive flame generation, must eat to regain reserves. Mouth only viable projection point. Flames can be instantly depleted if opponent knows enough (and is very suicidal).
Quirk Range: line of sight, dependable on expended resources
Control Over/Experience with Quirk: Very high, trained at a hero school
Motivations: to help people and prove that fire can also help, instead of just harm
Costume: a pale red, scaled armored suit made of fire-resistant materials with extra armor around the gut, and draconic eye mask
Fighting Style: Brutal street fighting techniques blended with occasional gouts of flame, think a cross between Kiryu Kazuma's different fighting styles
Abilities: area denial, ranged combat, fire rescue, CQC
Other Abilities: subduing of criminals, demolition, limited wound treatment (cauterizing wounds)
Support Gear: Pouches of capsules that a contain a very efficient and hot-burning solid fuel for refueling, bottles of high pressure water and bags of packed fresh leaves for smoke/steam screens. Bags of fire color changing powder for party tricks and entertaining children.
Moves: Gate of Musphelheim: a large and wide spout of flame.
Surtur's blade: a concentrated plasma-like breath weapon
Backstory And Relationships:
Not written right now.
*Deviant is how I refer to the strangely powerful and/or complicated Quirks that turn the holder's hair white like the Quirks of Shigaraki, Eri, and Dabi/Toya. I thought it would be cool for there to be some side characters who have Deviant quirks on the side of good, and there have to be more than three of them in the world, and Shigaraki is in his 20's, so they've been starting to pop up for at least that long.
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Do not remove this credit thingy if you're using it outside the thread blah blah
Name: Nensho Einonna [Ay-noh-nah](originally 永の女 燃焼, roughly translates to eternally burning woman, I'm not as good with names that relate to a character's nature as Horikoshi is)
Nickname or Nicknames: Nen-chan/san, Smokey.
Hero Name: Draconian
Hero Epithet: The Fire-gut Heroine. That crazy fire-breathing bitch.(the second is mostly used by villains who have come to blows with her)
Nationality: Japanese
Occupation: Freelance hero
Age: 25
Gender & Prounouns: Female, She/Her
Romantic/Sexual Orientation: (Speculated to be straight, but has never said publicly solely for the sake to keep people guessing, she finds it funny)
Height: 200cm/6'6"
Weight: 84kg/185.188lbs
Birthday: June 22 (start date of the first Burning man festival in 1986)
School: Hiroshima Hero High
Entrance Exam Points: Villain Points: 37, Rescue Points: 29
Course: Hero
APPEARANCE:
Hair Style: wild, like a fire, done with a rather slippery gel to keep it from being a handhold in a fight
Hair Length: middle of the back
Hair Color: ashen white/grey gradient, formerly a fire-looking red/orange/yellow gradient.
Eye Colour: Coal Black, glows like embers when quirk is used
Skin Colour: Slightly tanned
Looks: sharp facial features, very athletic.
Casual Wear: tank tops with flames, t-shirts, turtleneck sweaters. Shorts and pants.
Formal Wear: Red suit, black tie-it's easier to fight in than a dress is(well, without having to damage it at least)-
Swimwear: One piece with a flame pattern (think Guy Fieri's famous shirt)
Nighttime Wear/Pajamas: Tank top and shorts with flame patterns
Accessories: necklace with a piece of obsidian as the pendant
PERSONALITY
Attitude Towards Others/Life: She faces life with a smile on her face and charges headlong into every challenge she faces, very close with those she considers friends, very eager to help teach hero students she comes across
Overall Personality: Jovial, if a bit aggressive in her mannerisms.
Likes: good food, patrolling, sparring, hot/clean-burning fuel, Thermite and Napalm sandwiches on rye with magnesium-laced mustard and rubbing alcohol, gasoline, Jack Daniels, and dragonfruit cocktails.
Dislikes: things that burn poorly/smell bad when burnt, assholes in general.
Hobbies: chemistry, pulling pranks/screwing with the press and people in general, gardening, cooking
Fears: sharp/pointed weapons
Personality Quirks/Tics: Semi-regularly references to people's 'inner flame' even if they don't have a fire/fire-related quirk, mostly tends to reflect what she knows and believes about a person. Uses flame puns liberally.
HEALTH
Aside From Blood Type, this section is entirely optional, especially the mental section.
Overall Physical Health: Fantastic, if rather hot to the touch
Blood Type: all recent records bizarrely list it as just 'fire', but a record from her early childhood lists it as AB+
Weaknesses: just about the same as any other human, save for fire and toxins.
Physical Disabilities/Impairments: thermometers are pointless with her because her internal temperature constantly fluctuates with her use and refueling of her quirk.
Allergies: none whatsoever.
Other oddities: Incapable of getting drunk or poisoned, absurdly high body temperature, most of digestive system replaced with a large, furnace-like stomach. Belches smoke after eating. Theorized to have had immune system replaced by the incredibly internal body temperature her quirk provides her. Fire sprays out of wounds and incisions like a fiery water cutter before cauterizing the wound, rendering many methods of medical examination and treatment extremely dangerous for the practitioner. Skin acts as an extremely effective heat insulator, so she only feels feverishly hot to the touch instead of boils-the-very-air-around-her hot.
Overall Mental Health: Average
Mental Illnesses: Mostly treated PTSD from when a robber stabbed her in the stomach and was summarily atomized by all of the fire within her bursting out of the wound. Only flares up if she's in a situation where she could get stabbed in the gut.
Neurodivergences:
QUIRK INFO/HERO INFO
Quirk Name: Dragon's gullet
Quirk Type: Deviant* Mutation with Emitter aspects
What the Quirk Does: turns the user into a living furnace, able to consume combustible materials to fuel their inner flame with practically indestructible teeth, flame immunity (even Dabi's Cremationwouldn't do anything to her), projection of flames from holes in body for offense, natural and artificial, upper limits of storage unknown. Can consume flames straight, but as there isn't any suction it is much less efficient than eating fuel unless someone with a fire quirk were to stick their hand into/onto her mouth and use it.
Quirk Limits/Drawbacks: No passive flame generation, must eat to regain reserves. Mouth only viable projection point. Flames can be instantly depleted if opponent knows enough (and is very suicidal).
Quirk Range: line of sight, dependable on expended resources
Control Over/Experience with Quirk: Very high, trained at a hero school
Motivations: to help people and prove that fire can also help, instead of just harm
Costume: a pale red, scaled armored suit made of fire-resistant materials with extra armor around the gut, and draconic eye mask
Fighting Style: Brutal street fighting techniques blended with occasional gouts of flame, think a cross between Kiryu Kazuma's different fighting styles
Abilities: area denial, ranged combat, fire rescue, CQC
Other Abilities: subduing of criminals, demolition, limited wound treatment (cauterizing wounds)
Support Gear: Pouches of capsules that a contain a very efficient and hot-burning solid fuel for refueling, bottles of high pressure water and bags of packed fresh leaves for smoke/steam screens. Bags of fire color changing powder for party tricks and entertaining children.
Moves: Gate of Musphelheim: a large and wide spout of flame.
Surtur's blade: a concentrated plasma-like breath weapon
Backstory And Relationships:
Not written right now.
*Deviant is how I refer to the strangely powerful and/or complicated Quirks that turn the holder's hair white like the Quirks of Shigaraki, Eri, and Dabi/Toya. I thought it would be cool for there to be some side characters who have Deviant quirks on the side of good, and there have to be more than three of them in the world, and Shigaraki is in his 20's, so they've been starting to pop up for at least that long.
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Do not remove this credit thingy if you're using it outside the thread blah blah
A fine example of what happens when you use WIS as a dump stat.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Izuku had a lot of the self preservation beaten out of him alongside the expected results of bullying. I think it's something that comes from the hero industry, or just something that comes with Izuku as a person. Although I will say that there's something familiar about not knowing what other people consider "too much". That really bit me in the ass when I had some organs removed a while back. For some reason I just have a slightly different understanding of what Doctors and all those websites tell me to do lol, and that's not very uncommon. Given the fact that Izuku is a teenager with some major life changes... I don't expect him to understand the limits of his body when he's feeling restless.
The solution is clearly for him to read about human anatomy and things related to recovery time, quirk overuse related injuries, and healing from injury! Nothing will go wrong if he knows factual information and formulates some lifestyle changes to minimize complications from suddenly exercising far more than previously, which can absolutely strain your muscles and cause harm, and blah blah blah blah.COLLEGAN PROTEIN LIVER SMOOTHY TIME LETS GO.
The solution is clearly for him to read about human anatomy and things related to recovery time, quirk overuse related injuries, and healing from injury! Nothing will go wrong if he knows factual information and formulates some lifestyle changes to minimize complications from suddenly exercising far more than previously, which can absolutely strain your muscles and cause harm, and blah blah blah blah.
- Location
- Finland
The kid needs a lifetime of therapy, new social circle, a personal trainer (because no way is he going to stop training) willing to spend excessive amount of time explaining about why rest periods are important, and possibly a new society not so fucked in how it treats quirks and heroes to live in.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
There's an action for exactly this the next time we vote on an action plan. I think taking it is a priority.
A Faraday suit might be a good investment until he gets his electromagnetism under control, if he has to be around sensitive electronics, though I don't know for sure if those work when the source is on the inside.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The short answer is yes, but for best results using a Faraday Cage it has to be grounded.
Aluminum foil gloves would be a lot cheaper. The magnetism is only focused in Izuku's arms.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
Why not just give him some wielding gloves since in a society with a ton of fire users metal art/working is probably a pretty common hobby so equipment for that would be pretty accessible for normal people.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So far, the magnetic field he generates is weak enough that it's only noticeable because it makes peoples' hair wave around. They haven't even figured out that it is magnetism, yet. I'm pretty sure that, by the time his magnetic field becomes strong enough to be a problem, he'll have enough control over it to make it not a problem.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Inko: Ms. Matsuri, you know how you said to call if anything....came up?
Sundrop: Yes, but I told Izuku that. Is something wrong?
Inko: Izuku can't touch the phone right now. We're worried it'll explode like his computer.
Sundrop: Excuse me?
Inko: We tried to drive to get help....but then he fried the car, and when he walked down the sidewalk a streetlight blew.
Sundrop: ....I'll be right over.
Inko: That'd be great, with all the crackling I'm afraid the power is about t-.
Sundrop: Ms. Midoriya? Ms. Midoriya!? [This censorship is brought to you by the HPSC]!
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Can someone explain this? Is this a canonical thing I never learned about from fanfiction or a divergence for this quest thing that I've forgotten the source for?