twisted ﹫ i.midoriya

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it was a new day in the city, fresh early morning for the young y/n. like before, if you found yourself in the presence of the young delinquent, you see her in her room practising her fighting skills.

blindfolded.

you see, since y/n was the proper successor of all for one, her father taught her to fight two over-powered clones of himself (or his henchmen) whilst blindfolded, as well as, study different types of fighting styles, gymnastics, acrobatics and master them.

so, if you're wondering. yes, y/n - even without the use of her quirk - could bodied a bitch or more.

the goal of the exercise was for no matter situation, y/n (without her quirk or not) will always win, on predictions through almost silent body movement, starting pose, and reaction time and level of power. it worked pretty well.

"come on, y/n." all for one shouted at his overworked child who just got punched in the jaw, "focus!"

"maybe tomura should have been the main successor, huh?" one of the henchmen teased the already angry young girl. he's gonna regret that.

y/n tried to calm herself down, however, she decided to use that sudden burst of anger to advance out her punches and kicks since most everyone gets the urge to punch something when they're mad.

plus, anger seemed to be the fuel to her fiery power.

after fiddling with her blindfold y/n tied a knot and nodded her head, starting the fight once more time.

y/n stole a quirk called infrared, think of it as a cheat code because it gives her the ability to sense her entire surroundings using infrared senses.

which is how all for one gets around, he was such an inspiration to y/n.

after twisting and battling down one of the henchmen, y/n focused on the one that teased her. she effortlessly twisted to the side making him lean down her level, allowing her to balance on one hand in a cartwheel position.
y/n trapped his head around the lower part of her legs and restricted him down on the ground not caring if she left a bruise or worse.

"p-p-please stop!" the henchman choked, spitting out his salvia as his head turned a violent red. y/n didn't stop.

"y/n." all for one saying her name alone made the girl stop. she let go of the man and walked over to her father.

"did i do well?" she asked trying to hide her smile after taking off her blindfold. y/n couldn't tell what father was feeling about her right now, that mask around him(thanks for all might) was in the way, but, a simple chuckle was more than enough for the young girl.

"very, y/n." all for one praised his child, just when the phone across the room rang, "it must be tomura, you should go now. i have some business to attend to."

"this early?" y/n questioned as her dad walked away, "tomura must be serious."

"have trust in tomura, y/n." all for one declared, "he might surprise you."

in the past, tomura was quite the whiny and kinda ungrateful kid. he wasn't a typical older sibling because neither of them was related, but, the two would look out for each other despite not having the utmost respect for the other.

since y/n had plenty of time before meeting with tomura, she decided to spend most of her time building-hopping.

self-explanatory, really, just hopping onto the roofs of the buildings and looking down at the moving city, watching people live their lives with the ones they love, hate, adore oblivious to the sudden struck of dangers surrounding them ready to strike. course they probably won't be that scared, since a hero will be on duty ready to save them.

y/n forget that feeling of security, i guess you could consider that as a good thing, since she was dependent on a hero, who could show up late, and when they do you'll probably end up dead. at least y/n could defend herself.

not that any hero would save her anyways, it seemed too late for her.

the h/c haired girl sat on the edge of a building that seemed to lead down where she left off stain to the three heroes.

was she a hero back then? i mean, she did put her life on the line for iida, which is what a hero does. but y/n didn't defeat stain, iida's blood would be on her hands, like a villain. hell, she didn't even hesitate to put his life on the line, nor her own, she doesn't even know the guy.

she wasn't necessarily doing a bad thing, but a good thing that could have ended up badly, but didn't.

"tch, whatever." she shrugged off, nevertheless iida was alive and it's not like she'll see him or his friends again.

it was a few minutes until her meet up with tomura, so y/n decided to fly over to her local mall, living her lifestyle needed lotta clothes she could. from opponents ripping and ruining clothes, tears her clothes and use them as second-hand bandages and to tie up her braids. life wasn't the greatest, plus she had to put this money to some good use.

the gigantic and bright mall/shopping centre was filled to the brim with people - her worst enemy. not that y/n was shy around people (that'll be very ironic), she just didn't like big crowded spaces for some reason, it just gave off bad memories for the girl couldn't put her finger on.

skipping over the girly pink clothes, y/n grabbed hoodies that were too big for her, tracksuit bottoms, activewear, tech wear gear and much more.

before downloading pinterest on her phone,y/n still didn't know what colour scheme she likes. now she's all over the blues and the ones that kinda look like blues.

she wasn't too sure, y/n sometimes couldn't remember her colours and numbers too well.

the girl placed the partially empty basket of clothes onto the counter, the young cashier looked at her completely annoyed and started scanning each tag on the clothes.

"it's you."