TBA

Chapter 1: Blindsided

[Narrator-  Main Character]
      Shiketsu high school is only second compared to U.A.  Still it's been the school that my mother felt was the right choice for me. The classes weren't all that hard, at least that's what the other students have said. I personally have found the classes quite challenging. The teachers and the principle are aware of my situation, but there isn't really anything they could really do for it.
    I personally wanted to go to U.A. high school, that's where all the famous heroes had gone for their training. Shiketsu was where my mother had gone, so I didn't argue. Then when everything had gone down at U.A. my mother was glad I wasn't there. I believe that if All Might wasn't teaching there, that those events wouldn't have happened.
  "Jadon," Ms. Joke said.
I lifted my head slightly to show that I had heard her.
"I hope that these notes will help." She said, as she placed some papers down on my desk. I then heard a weighted object land on the papers that she placed before me.
   Picking up the papers and the weighted object, I realized that the object is a tape recorder. I looked up at her. Well, the thermal outline of her anyway.
  "I know you're  doing the best you can, I had a friend translate the notes for you and the audio has some scenario excercises that correlates  to the notes." Ms. Joke said. " my friend said that the notes weren't the exact, but should get the point across."
  I smiled at her. "Thanks." I said as I brushed my right hand over the notes, feeling the bumps that was pressed into it.
    During lunch, I remained in my seat and opened the brought lunch my mother made me. I took out the notes and started to read them with my left hand as I translated them to my own interpretation. By the time that lunch was over, I was in the middle of the audio and was writing down the answers to the scenarios.
    As the class filed back in, Seiji Shishikura came over to my desk and slammed his hands down.
"I can see that you're not perfect, now if only you can see that as well."
"I can see that. But you know what? It's  okay if I'm not. The only perfection that matters is what people think of themselves as perfection. No one is perfect, but if they feel perfect then they are. It is not up to one person to say what is perfect and what isn't."
   Shishikura was frozen for a moment. I am assuming that he was frozen in shock because of my comment.
"If you can see that, then let me help you fix that."
I sighed, as I heard  the slightest rise in his voice.
"You don't get it, do you spaghetti meat? I don't want your help with my perfection. Why don't you work on yours?"
"Why, you little piece of trash." I could tell by his voice that I was getting under his skin. " Why don't you go back to the dumpster that you crawled out of?"
"I know what you're trying to do meathead." I told him, trying to keep my composure.
"And it's  working, isn't it?"
I stared at him with a seriously stern look, he's  trying to piss me off on purpose." Do you really want to pick a fight with me, asshole?" I asked heatedly.
Shishikura laughed. "It sounds like I struck a nerve."
"So what if you did? Are you really going to start a fight with someone who is not  able to see like you?"
"So what if I am? It's  not like you'll see it coming."
I smiled, pissed off. I slowly stood up from my chair and walked around my desk as I guided myself with my right hand.
  Shishikura backed away from me as I got to where he originally was standing.
"Congratulations, you pissed me off."
"Come on dumpster child, show me what you got. We all know about your pathetic strength quirk."
I laughed and surprised myself by how evil it sounded. I smiled when I was done. " Do you really think that's  the only quirk I have?" I asked, as I focused my full attention on Seiji Shishikura.  His reddish orange outline dropped down to a pale blue and was turning darker. I then decided to turn up his body heat to where he was sweating. I kept it there for a few more seconds before returning it to normal. I felt drained and was sweating a bit myself. The bell rang to start class as I slowly made my way back to my seat.
"We aren't finished, you hear." Shishikura said weakly and tired as he made his way back to his seat as well.
I sighed, temporarily relieved from his regular bully routine. I found my bottled water easily enough and took a sip of it, as our teacher for general studies of our hero course came in to start class.
    As I took notes from what the teacher was saying, I felt the eyes of all my classmates on me. I only hope that Seiji Shishikura will leave me alone, now that he knows just what I can do to him if he pissed me off again. I sighed again as I do my best to shake off the stares and focused on my work. Even though that's what I hope, I know him enough to know that he won't  let this lost go until he had gotten his revenge for the trouble I put him in.
    Why does he only pick on people who are different than him? Everyone here is his classmate and yet he seems to force us to conform to what he thinks is perfect. Its ridiculous if you ask me. Instead of building us up and supporting us, he likes to tear us down and make us feel weak and inferior to him. I know he hates me the most, because I'm blind.