Going through the world with trust issues and a bad attitude isn't going to get you anywhere. However, going through the world with trust issues, a bad attitude, and a heart of gold, will. Especially if that heart of gold, is what brings you the mos...
"Hey, wake up. Hel-" I groan and try to open my eyes.
"Shut the fuck up. So goddamn annoying." I finally get my eyes open to see porcupine standing a solid 10 inches from my face. My eyes widen at the proximity. "Fucking get out of my face. Your breath stinks porcupine. Wait, why the hell do you smell like caramel?" He chuckles and moves away, finally.
"I sweat nitroglycerin. It's my quirk, dumbass." My eyebrow raised as well did my hand. I put it up to his face and- "YOU BITCH!" I give a chuckle.
"What? Your face just looked so.. explodable." When the smoke cleared I saw his face. I had to hold back a laugh from his expression. His eyebrow was twitching and he looked annoyed to the max. His hair was brushed back because of the explosion. He chuckled evilly.
"It's payback time." He put a hand up to my face and-
"Kacchan? What are you doing, and why do you look like that?"
"Kacchan? Pffft. That suits you for sure." 'Kacchan' looks like he's about to blow a fuse. The kid that called out to 'Kacchan' was the skinny broccoli boy that Uncle Might was training. Most likely his successor. I wouldn't be surprised, he told me he was looking for a successor when he became a teacher.
"Tch. Shut the fuck up." My eyes widen when I realize he has an issue with the 'tch' sound like I do.
"Hey, how old were you when you first started saying 'tch?'" He looks as broccoli boy. "H-he's been s-saying it since he was a-about 5 or 6." I smirk.
"Ha, I started saying it when I was three. I picked it up from my brother, Ashi." My smirk dropped when I mentioned Ashi. Broccoli boy seemed to notice this and just had to bring it up. "What happened to him? You d-don't have to answer if you don't want to." I sigh, knowing that if I don't answer, they'll keep asking.
"Long story short, my dad killed him, I killed my dad. There you go, that's the answer. I'm leaving now." I said standing up from the hospital bed. I left the room and saw dad in the hallway, sleeping. "Dad, get up." He didn't answer. I grinned. I tackled. I conquered. "Kid, what the hell was that for?"
"You wouldn't wake up. We need to get out of here, I just told porcupine and broccoli what happened when I was 8." He sighed. "Kid, you were 8. You had no control over your qui-"
"Yes I did. I had full control over it. I hate the fact that I have heterochromia because of that one incident. At least they are pretty colors I guess."
"Come on kid, let's go home." I get up and follow dad out to the car. It was a matte black BMW.
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-In the Car-
"Tch. I'm still mad at you. I hope you know that." He just smirked and kept driving. "That's means you're buying me the next box of applesauce pouches." He didn't answer. The audacity. I grew a tick mark. This b- "I know I drank the last one, and I already bought more. If you had looked behind you, you'd have known." I look behind me. Lo and behold, 3 brand new boxes of applesauce pouches.
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"..Well now I just feel stupid." Dad chuckles. "Probably because you are." I glare at him and smack the back of his head. "OOMPH! Damn kid. Please, do not slap any of your classmates, that hurts." Just as he said that, we pulled up to the house.
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After getting the rundown of what happened after I passed out, I go up to my room and read. I ended up reading "The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck" by Mark Manson. I then fell asleep because I was tired. Duh.
-Time Skip to Morning-
As my alarm clock was blaring in my ear, I was questioning all of my life choices.
'Tch. I don't want to get up. Hell, I don't even want to live. If a villain was to walk up to me and try to take my money, I would just say "quite bold of you to assume I have money" or something like that. No, if he wanted my money, I'd tell him to take my life too. Yeah, that sounds about right.'
After peeling myself from my sleeping bag -which was on my bed, don't ask- I tripped and face planted. 'What the fuck did I even trip o- oh. The fucking book I dropped when I fell asleep. It doesn't even give a fuck! Ahaha I'm so funny. I'll stop now.'
I sigh and get up. I walked over to my full length mirror. After taming my hair, I looked slightly less terrible. I then proceeded to pick an outfit for the day.
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After deeming myself presentable, I went downstairs and ate some toast. It was a half-assed breakfast, I'll just eat more later. 'What the fuck am I supposed to do while I wait for the damn UA letter?' After many moments of contemplating different ideas, I decided on going to an arcade. I grabbed $30 and made my way out.
It's pretty nice out, I see families walking around with their pets. Suddenly, I hear a yell from the other side of the street. "Hey! Weird eyes!" That's when I knew they were talking about me. I turn to find porcupine walking towards me. "Would you look at that? It's Porcupine McSplodobitch." I smirk while he gains a tick mark.
"I have a name, weird eyes." I raise an eyebrow. "So? What is it then, porcupine?" 'Pffft, he looks like he's about to murder someone.'
"Bakugo Katsuki." I smile. "So you do have a name." His eye twitches. "Are you going to tell me your name or not?"
"Y/n Aizawa. Anyways, I was heading to an arcade. Do you want to come with?" He looked at his phone, checking the time probably. "Yeah sure. I have to be home by 6 though." I smile slightly and start walking.
