𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 | 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪

𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

"You got a spectacular present from God.You must use it to help the innocent."

Bullshit.

This wasn't a gift,it was a curse.

My existence consisted that my beloved mother would torture me with my quirk until I was excellent.I look back at my childhood and I can't find a time where my trying was enough.

She saw her husband in the bags under my eyes and freckles.She wanted to train him out of me,so his wickedness and sins could be forgiven.In one simple sentence, Kurayami Hagiwara was the cause of my suffering.And I won't rest until I find out why.

I was madly in love with the weather.

The crying clouds attacked Musutafu like it was their worst enemy.In the air you could smell the triumph of the rain, the new fresh start, everything was cleansing.

The people were wiped out,not a single human being on the streets.

I raced with time.In my possession there was left 3 minutes to get home before dark would cover the sky.I never thought a human without a speed quirk could be this fast.My trembling voice,shaking hands informed the world about my bad luck.In my house ,if you came home after sunset you were officially dead,my mother would guarantee it.

My thoughts were surfing maybe with more speed than my legs,until I saw someone.This Mophead was walking before me like he had no worries in this world.

Relaxed shoulders, his baggy jeans rubbed the dirty sidewalk.

I don't have the time to dodge him.So the question is before my eyes.Should I sacrifice my honor and push an innocent to the bushes,or should I stop running and accept that this was my last day on earth?

Oh man,fuck the honor I am not going to be choked by my mother...

Just when our bodies almost touched ,I threw the blond to the bushes with my quirk.

I sprinted faster when I heard noises from that side of the pavement.

Furious,almost demonic sounds came from those damned bushes.

The thought came to me ,what if i just released a 1000 years old creature who will subdue the world? Fuck, i need to see it.So i stopped and ran where I thrown the boy.

I lifted my gaze to the hole in the bush.There was no monster,just the mophead. He was trying to scrape himself .

He couldn't get out,what an imbecile.My lips let out a small laugh.Finally,my presence was acknowledged.

His furious eyes met mine, in an instant the demonic ritual what was going there stopped.He looked at me like I just killed a kitten.

"What are you looking at ,punk?"-his voice was full of anger and his annoyed look didn't help anything. I stared at him and began to laugh.

"We both look like wet dogs''-I whispered with a sneaky smile.

"What did you say?"-His left eyebrow jumped to the center of his forehead, the boy stole a glance at my hair.That clueless face as he looked at me worth any price.A sigh left his lips.

"Moron,leave me the fuck alone!"

"Sure."-I turned around and started to walk home.After a couple seconds his taut voice filled the arched street.

"Come back Extra!The rain damaged your brain ,or were you born like this?"

I was out of patience,this moron is irritating.

"So should I go or not?Because of you, my mother is already digging my grave, so hurry up."-I put my arms together and watched him silently.-"Okay i don't have time for this,give me your hand. Now."

He hesitated but eventually gave me his surprisingly warm hand.I started to help him up until that mild hand tried to drag me down.

I froze. I bet he didn't think this through.In the second I began to fall, I pulled both of us up with my ability .It's his luck that because of the long years of training my reflexes are quite sharp.I can't use my quirk in front of a strangers, but this is an odd situation.

He wanted to share his thoughts with me,I felt he was going to shout.Before he could kill my ears I cut into his words.

"And you said I'm the one with brain damage?"

Mophead scraped the leaves off his body.Without a word the blond turned the other way.

His head nailed to my direction,he narrowed his eyebrows and in monotonous voice muttered:

"Piss off"

His cardinal eyes were full with repulsion.I was petrified in the soaked night.