The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Take A Chance On Me

A/N: Underlined words are being spoken in another language.

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"She doesn't have a name."

"She needs one."

"What'd we name her then?"

"Her only living relative is still going through background checks, until then the adoption process can't begin. He won't be able to meet her for a while or name her."

"So, we just call her...'her' until then?"

Tiny eyes stared at the hospital people through the clear part of the wall. It'd been a while since the little girl had been in this new place, her memory still fuzzy about how she got here. Things coming back in bits and pieces. She knew it was different though, if not for the handlers and how much less...hurtful they were.

The handlers—more like helpers—noticed the girl and smiled at her, waving through the glass while pointing at something behind her. She turned her head and stared back at the playground in the small courtyard, that's what they'd been calling it, she stayed still.

Her purple hair stayed matted against her head, still short from being hacked off. The weird smell had been washed out too, and the rest of her wasn't covered in grime anymore. Meanwhile the hospital gown and small shoes she wore were almost too clean for the outside.

Slowly, the girl walked to the playground, she grabbed onto the chain that held up a hanging seat. It didn't hurt to walk anymore, and she could do it on her own too.

Looking at the seat and slightly confused, the girl reached out her hand to grab it, but a shadow passed over her. Fear like lightning shot through the girl. She dashed—she could do that now—nearly tripping over her own feet as she ducked under a walled in part of the playground. Hugging her knees to her chest, she sat, huddling in fear and shaking while something landed right where she'd just been.

Sweat dripped down her chin, her hands trembled despite nearly drawing blood from her palms, and her eyes squeezed shut. They'd go away. They'd leave. She'd be fine, whoever it was would leave and then—

She heard them grab the swing chain and hop onto the seat.

Someone was on the swing. Waiting a moment, like she was stopped in time, the girl finally crawled on her hands and knees to see whoever it was. Mulch dug into her knees while every instinct screamed at her to stop, keep your head down, but whatever part of her that said to keep going was right.

There on the swings was a boy kicking his feet and soaring.

His legs pumped as he got higher and higher. She watched him in a daze, disbelief echoing through her mind as something she'd never dreamed could happen. He flew, back and forth, higher during each swing as he climbed all on his own.

Whenever he'd go forward, he'd stretch out the red things on his back and they'd expand, trailing after him. Then they'd scrunch back up as he fell back down to the ground, each time giving a loud whooshing sound.

The little girl watched from her hiding spot, not wanting to say something and make it stop, making him mad she stopped him.

Eventually, after what felt like mere seconds, the boy was so high he was almost level with the bar that held the swings chain. He pumped his legs again, rushing forward as he leapt out of the seat and let the red things follow behind, stretching and catching the air as he fell.

The girl gasped as she watched the boy glide down, the red things were swishing back and forth. The boy landed and shook the things letting them settle and almost, relax. Standing on solid ground again, the boy's face was ecstatic.