Heterochromatic

[42] Needed

"Now put your names on the block and think about lots of lines," Mitsu speaks softly to her daughter, sitting down next to her and instructing her slowly on how to safely use her Quirk.

Mitsu believes that they are extremely lucky that her child inherited her exact Quirk because it means she can help her easily along with every step and make sure she doesn't just ruin her body trying to train and perfect it.

Also, you cannot perfect Dust, it is pretty much impossible. The Quirk is way too dependent on emotion to ever be under full control and mastery.

Ekio looks down at the block her mother has given her and does as she was told, imagine lots of liens cutting through the block and slicing it into lots of pieces. It's just a plain wood block.

Ekio closes her eyes focusing just on the block and the lines. A small amount of power releases itself from her hands, making them jolt back a little from the pressure. She opens her eyes to look at the damage and is disappointed to only see that she cut into the block, but not through it.

But Mitsu is very proud of the girl's progress. She is progressing faster than she thought. Most kids this age are just playing around and getting used to their Quirks, but Ekio wanted to learn and Mitsuki was willing to help, so here we are, getting the girl to very lightly train her Quirk.

"It didn't work." Ekio stares down at the wood, seeing it as a failure.

"No I didn't think it would," Mitsu replies, looking at Ekio. "But you did something, you did quite a bit and you should be proud of that."

"But it's not enough!" Ekio whines.

"You will get better, it's okay Ekio."

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Ekio wakes up suddenly, looking around the room as she tries to figure out why she is having the dreams again. She has had maybe one or two every few nights but hasn't woken up to them until now.

She looks across the room and notices Shoto dead asleep still. She leans over the bed and grabs her phone off its charger, checking the time.

2:47 am.

She sighs and puts her phone back, laying back down on the bed with her arms outstretched. Maybe it's the fact that she is around other peoples parents, ehem just Shoto's estranged father, but it might be pulling things back up into the light.

She sighs and sits up, not feeling tired at all. She knows that if she doesn't find a way to go to sleep soon that she will die in whatever training that is happening tomorrow. She needs every little ounce of sleep she can get while she is around her.

She looks over at the sleeping boy across the room, then back to her phone and then back to the boy. For the first time in a little while, she is contemplating whether she should go up to Shoto.

To hell with it, he's her 'boyfriend.'

More like husband-to-be the two of them are perfect for each other.

She practically bounds out of bed and lightly jogs her way across the room to Shoto. She knows she shouldn't, but who wouldn't?

Picking up the covers, she slowly slides into the bed and covers herself. Shoto doesn't wake up to this movement, making Ekio sigh in relief, she doesn't want to bother him. She closes her eyes and slowly falls asleep again.

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"Okay, Ekio, we need to be quick." Itsuki holds onto his daughter's hand as they walk down the street.