Prologue

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"𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡,

                                                      𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?"


                                                      𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?"

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It was a normal sunny Saturday.

Kids were running around outside playing, bees were buzzing and pollinating. Overall it was just a beautiful day. Nothing could possibly ruin such a lovely time.

A small girl sat on a swing, moving her small legs back and forth as her (h/c) hair danced with the small amount of wind surrounding her.

Her feet started moving faster in an attempt to swing higher. She let out a small, "Whee," as she was going higher and higher in the air.

"Kachan, can we please go to the swings now?" A ten-year-old boy begged, his nose scrunching up in frustration.

All he wanted to do was go to the swings for a little bit, but of course Kachan didn't want to.

"No! We're playing heroes! I'll be the number one hero and you'll be my sidekick!" The other boy with blonde hair replied.

"It only makes sense, idiot. I'm the one with the quirk and you're not." He commented, purposely trying to get under the boys skin.

The two boys wandered the local park, both wanting to do something the other didn't.

"Kachan I'm bored. I'm going to the swings." The one with green hair replied, already trailing off from the same path as his friend.

"Fine! I'll play heroes by myself," The blonde said, "stupid deku," he murmured as his red eyes looked at the ground.


The green haired boy walked over to the swing set,hoping he'd be able to enjoy them in peace. Unfortunately todays fait wasn't very happy with him. As he finally reached the swing set he noticed a girl sitting on one.

She smiled as she went up and down, looking  high on life. However, she started slowing down when she had seen the small boy approaching her.

She soon came to a stop as the young boy stood in front of her, nervously shaking.  The two children looked at each other with curious eyes, not sure how to react.

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 (ʙɴʜᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)Where stories live. Discover now