Cover is a commission from a different artist!!
A compilation of one-shots or short stories based off my MHA OC Fanfic, "I Provide Protection".
The extra tidbits and side stories of Hitomi Kanetsukabe and her adventures with Class 1-A.
Infrequent up...
Yoshiho Koatsu was supposed to be the girl born with everything. A wealthy heritage, parents who would stick by her no matter what, and ties to the hero world that she'd always dreamed of.
But throw an unexpected quirk into the mix, and nothing would go the way she'd hoped.
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A/N: I was really about to write "but everything changed [when the fire nation attacked-]" for the last sentence of the summary shgkgfkfkdjf
since I never really gave the full extent of Yoshiho's past in the main story, it's going here.
Told from her perspective.
It is HIGHLY recommended you read this in between Chapters 46 (The Girls of Shiketsu and UA) and 47 (A New Friend)! This one-shot ends with a scene taking place in between the two, so I suggest you read this after Chapter 46 but before Chapter 47.
SIDE NOTE: Due to Wattpad's 20-image limit, some of the artwork drawn for this story had to be omitted. If you want to see all the art, you can find it on my Instagram (hitomi.mimii) or by reading this story on AO3! AO3 has all the pictures already formatted into the one-shot.
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: Elements of abuse and bullying. If you are sensitive to these topics, please proceed with caution. Read at your own risk.
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Yoshiho ran across the grass, the light breeze making her skirt flutter.
She was in the Koatsu estate's meadow, playing out in the field while her mother was seated at a table on the patio. She was chatting on the phone with a friend, having a cup of tea.
The little girl plopped onto the ground by the rose garden, picking up a stray flower. She flopped back to lay on the grass, holding the rose up as the petals flitted slightly from the wind. Yoshiho's eyes caught sight of the teal markings lining her wrist, her lips pursing in a pout.
Her mother had told her those markings likely had something to do with her quirk.
If only she could know what it was.
Yoshiho was already four years old, the latest time someone could receive their quirk.
And it still hadn't manifested yet.
A harsher breeze blew by, catching Yoshiho by surprise as the rose was snatched from her hand.
Yoshiho sprang up from the ground, crying out as she reached for the flower. Her blue eyes widened as her wrist markings glowed, morphing so they circled her wrist completely, like a tattooed bracelet. The rose suddenly changed direction, pulling back straight for her hand. Yoshiho closed her hands around the stem as the breeze finally settled, staring at her wrist markings in awe.
