Through the Ink (A Splatoon!OC x My Hero Academia Story)

I - XV

3rd Person POV, Selo

The octoling couldn't be bothered to continue watching the sports festival. Instead, they retreated to the Midoriya household, where Inko was on the couch watching the festival. Inko was immersed in the television as Selo walked up behind her.

"Inko." Selo tapped her shoulder as the woman jumped in surprise. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am. Are you worried about me?" Selo nods.

"You seem fo... focused. On the... the... image box?" Inko blinked. 

"It's called a television. Do you want me to show you how it works?" Selo shook her head. Selo understood how important it was for Inko to focus on the festival. Selo yawned and flopped onto the couch, drifting off into a deep sleep.

3rd Person POV, Midoriya

Midoriya laid in the nurses office, as per usual. He basically killed his arms fighting against Todoroki. He had to win the Sports Festival for All Might, but he didn't even make it onto the podium. At least he put on a good show for the crowd. He'd definitely be able to get into some sort of agency. His mom would be proud. His dad would've been too. He sighed and sat up, staring at the white sheets. Would Tako be proud of him too? Tako, as far as he knew, used to be a sort of warrior. A soldier. Maybe she knew how he could improve. But he didn't see her in the stands after her battle. Did she go home? Maybe she wanted to watch the festival with his mom. Maybe he just bored her too much. Midoriya was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Recovery Girl.
"Midoriya, I've been calling to you for a minute now. You're free to go." Recovery Girl placed a caramel candy into his hand. "Don't go injuring yourself boy. You're draining my supplies!" Recovery Girl laughed lightheartedly as Midoriya stumbled over his words, apologizing.

"It's not on purpose, don't worry-!!" He scratched the back of his head as he waved to the elderly lady.

Finally making it home, Midoriya carefully pushed the door open. The sun was setting, as normal, but the house living room was mostly dark. Inko ran to her sun as she saw him enter.

"Izuku-!! You did so great in the sports festival!" Inko brought Midoriya into a tight embrace, almost afraid to let go. The two shared a tender moment, though Inko was careful not to irritate his injuries further.

"Thanks mom... by the way- why is the house so dark?" Midoriya asked as the two let go of each other.

"Oh- look over there." Inko pointed to the living room as Midoriya creeped over. Laying on the couch was Tako, quietly sleeping away. She needed to sleep, and she hadn't gotten a good rest for years. Midoriya smiled at the sight.

"How adorable..." He muttered. He was smiling like an idiot, but he was snapped out of his thoughts before long at the sound of his mothers whispers.

"Come on- you must be tired Izuku." Inko smiled, leading Midoriya into the other room.

3rd Person POV, Four

Laying in her room, Four didn't find much to do in the downtime. She had everything she needed in the moment. A home, a friend, a rival. Rival didn't feel like the right word. She wanted something more out of Selo. But then, she began to think.

Do any of the other students like Selo?

Were there others like Selo?

Surely her and Selo weren't the only two of their kind left in the current world.

Mind boggling questions ran through her head with no answers. Though it all looped back to Selo. Four's breath quickened.

She was obsessed. Bringing her hands to her face, she had come to the sickening realization. Obsessed? With an Octoling? What was more concerning was the fact she had just met Selo. Since when was she compelled to feel this way?

The two of them were in a similar boat. Stranded with no where to go. If Selo knew how Four felt, would she push her away?

"Fuck- FUCK-!!" Four screamed, writing in agony. The agony of being alone. Being rejected by someone you loved.

Four didn't want to call it love. It was sickening to call it love. Four clutched her sleeves before taking a deep breath.

In.

Out.

She needed to do something about this.

3rd Person POV, Nilotic

Nilotic sat at the iconic bar, a glass of Whiskey in her hand as she listened to the ramblings of her employer.

"That damn BRAT-!! I'm going to kill him I swear!!" Shigiraki seethed, scratching at his flaky skin.

"Careful there, you might cause yourself to decay of stress." Nilotic looked over before taking a sip of her drink. She would've preferred something more refined.

But knowing Kurogiri, he wouldn't have that in stock.

"Murder isn't difficult. Just hire a hitman and you're good to go. The kid lives in an apartment as is, and can barely handle his quirk." The woman moved the glass from side to side, the ice clinking in rhythm.

"No. We're not all living as comfortably as you are right now." Red eyes stared at Nilotic. "It wouldn't he as satisfactory either. I want to kill him with my own two hands." Shigiraki lowered his hands, sighing. Nilotic looked up at Kurogiri, who was handling a drink.

"She is right, however. Does it truly matter how the boy dies? As long as he's dead, we're all happy."

"No. It's not the same. I would've already found someone to do it for me anyways if I wanted him to die so badly." Shigiraki defended his poor reasoning as Nilotic set down her glass.

"If worst comes to worse, you know who to come to. I'm your inside man. And we already know I can handle more than I can chew." Nilotic laughed, gaudy in her tone. She lived in comfort. She lived in the limelight. She was going to live her life to the fullest.

"...we know, Nilotic. We know."

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Word Count: 1011
Fun Facts:
Selo is extremely unfamiliar with modern tech, despite having it back kn her world.
Selo is weirdly good at sneaking, even if she doesn't intend to.