The Fire In Our Hearts

Chapter 4

"You wanted a double sided scythe about three feet long with black blades and a custom grip in these swatches, right?"

She holds out 2 cards with the small text in the bottom left corner reading #008080 and #000000.

"Mhmm." I reply, eyes still glued to the color cards.

"Perfect! How exactly did you want to customize the grip?" She cocked her head to the side, letting her dusty pink hair fall below her shoulders.

"Well... is it possible for you to add shards of a mirror to it?" I asked, pulling the plastic bag I used to contain the shattered mirror out of my bag.

"Hmm... I've never done that before, but there's a first time for everything!" She takes the bag from my hand again and sets it on the table behind her.

"When do you think it'll be done?" I asked, looking behind her at the support hero Power Loader.

"Based on your requests... my guess would be about five or six days." She said, one finger on her chin.

I nodded before she turned around and picked up the plastic bag, bringing it over to a small table and pouring out it's contents. I took the hint and pushed open the door, walking out.

Not 2 steps out of the support department, I turn around and catch Fukutsu walking so close to the wall she could've been hugging it.

"What are you... doing?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Going into the support department. What does it look like I'm doing?" She responded, a scowl creeping it's way onto her face.

I rolled my eyes and turned back around, making my way towards the cafeteria by turning the corner while still watching her calmly walk into the department. Just as I turned my attention forward, I fell to the ground.

"Watch where you're goi-" I started, opening my eyes to see a head of spiky blonde hair. "Oh... its you." I stood up, dusting myself off.

"What's that supposed to mean, morning breath?" He scowled, his scarlet eyes almost glowing with rage.

"Hey, Bakubro, maybe you should just calm down..." A red haired boy put his hand on bitch boy's shoulder.

He roughly brushed the boy's hand off of his shoulder, his anger fueled gaze still set on me.

"It means exactly what I said, god complex." I could feel the corner of my mouth curl down as I spoke, my hands finding their way to my hips.

"Tch." He leaned down so his face was level with mine, an irritated smirk painting his face. "It's not like you're any better, lizard lady."

I looked him dead in the eyes and turned around, earning a small "Tch." from bitch boy.

"Weakling." His eyebrows furrowed in a spiteful smirk as he stood up straight again.

I whipped around, letting my balled fist meet his nose.

"WHAT THE HELL MORNING BREATH!?" His furious shouts filled the hallway and his face contorted in anger as he covered his bleeding nose.

"I AM NOT ABOUT TO LET SOME... HYPOCRITICAL, PROBLEMATIC, BRASH BLONDE BITCH WITH A GOD COMPLEX AND ANGER ISSUES CALL ME WEAK!" I shrieked.

"OH YEAH? WELL A TWO FACED, EGOTISTICAL, JEALOUS SKANK LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE!" He bellowed, blood dripping down his face.

"OKAY, maybe you two should just... calm dow-" The red haired boy started.

Bitch boy decided it would be a good idea to get even.

"OH IT'S ON BLONDIE!" my shrill screams filled the air surrounding us.

I threw a punch right back at him, earning a knee to the stomach before I fell to the ground, grabbing his leg and pulling him down with me.

We went ballistic. We were throwing punches left and right, I'm positive my face and legs were covered in bruises, both of our quirks were starting to go off, and bitch boy's friends were trying their hardest to peel us away from each other.

Just as I was about to land a punch to Blondie's eye, something peeled us apart and lifted us into the air. Just as I looked in the direction of the person who had picked us up, rage filling my body, the mysterious voice rung in my head.

"Stop."

I didn't respond, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Don't resist. It will do you no good mortal."

I let smoke pour out of my nose, mixing with the dried blood on my face, and looked away, wanting to keep my eyes away from his bright blonde hair and glowing blue eyes. I just wanted to twist this dude's arm and land on the ground, only to receive the same lecture I would've if he were holding me in midair.

I hate him with a burning passion. He destroyed my faith in this generation's pro heroes, giving me one more reason to become one myself. He didn't even bother to look for the body, let alone apologize for holding up the heroes on that night. I wanted him to know how much I hate him. How pure hatred fueled my desire to be better than he ever was. How I wanted to publicly humiliate him in ways that would make it Impossible for him to recover.

He was All Might.