Mizu Crystal: A Life [BNHA OC x Eraserhead]

Part 1: A Hapless Accident

Mizu Crystal is uncertain when she fell in love with the pro hero Eraserhead. He'd always been in the peripheral of her life. Saving the nobodies of the world, the nobodies like her. He wasn't like the other heroes, who saved high-profile people—and only if there was a camera present, and then only if their hair was looking especially windswept. They would overlook anyone else that needed help, real help. It is not that Mizu was especially fond of the sludge of society, she would have to be stupid to hold a particular fondness for those who treated her poorly, but some people did need help. Eraserhead was a name she whispered in the darkest moments of the night, of the deepest hopelessness. A sort of prayer by one never taught better. In the orphanage, one needed all the blessings they could get. Now in her daily life, she didn't think of him as often--ot as often as she did back then. Every day rose and set on his name, a mass of dark hair that stopped villains in their tracks. Now, Mizu was grown and she thought of grown-up things.

Mizu knew that people thought of her as strange, unnerving, somebody to laugh at, point, to whisper at behind hands--never admire, never think kindly about her. That girl, they would say, there's something off about her--something wrong. Mizu had a tendency of drawing the water from her surroundings, usually nothing significant, the room would merely be a bit drier, and your cool glass of water would lose perhaps a milliliter of volume.

But once, Mizu had done something much more dramatic and maybe that was the source of the whispers. The story goes...there was one day when she was small, just a number in the system, and she had had enough. Finally, enough, there was nobody coming to save her, to stop the bullying from her classmates, and she had almost killed someone. A boy. She had been five or six and the boy had been older. The leader of his troup: his group of lackadaisical sheep that followed wherever he went.

She had been minding her own business, watching a toad in one of the puddles, far from its home. She'd wondered how it had gotten there and where it had come from and she was reminded of herself. Lost with no one to turn to. She was engrossed in her musings, the way only a child can be, eyes focused and so far away. That was when the boy had made his move.

He had grabbed her, and in the process, the toad, that poor toad, had been stomped under his shoe, tall as he was, big as he was--so much bigger than her. And Mizu had never noticed if she had a quirk or not. Nobody had told her one way or the other. And she had had enough. She snapped. No one was more surprised than her, except perhaps the unwitting bully of a boy, but suddenly he was much thinner (although he had been thin before). His lips were cracked and his skin was dry; it was as if this boy, who no doubt had never been anywhere but this city, never gone without, definitely not in the last few seconds, who'd been so strong...he now looked like someone who had been lost at sea for days without water, or a hapless tourist whose car ran out of gas in the desert, whose only source of water was their own urine.

Mizu had been surprised, but then she had smiled, serves him right. She was readying to get up in his face (for she had never had the best survival instincts) when he collapsed, falling right towards her. She tried to move. Of course she did, but she could not. It was like she was floating above her body. She could only watch as she too collapsed to the gravel of the playground.

She was told later that this was the manifestation of her quirk, that it was completely normal and typical of a girl of her age (nothing special in other words). But at the time she had thought it must have been the pro hero Eraserhead who had finally come to save her. She laid there for many minutes, trapped underneath him, before succumbing to the darkness that fizzled on the edge of her vision.

The boy's faithful cronies had run off. And it wasn't until a passerby had seen two passed out children, that help was called for. The first responders were unsure what had happened, and the children were taken to the hospital for severe dehydration. They were both given IVs and Mizu, when she woke up, was having a pretty nice time (although she was still sad and worried about that toad). The nurses were nice to her, asking her questions, and giving her electrolytes and even fruit punch. She decided right then, that they were the prettiest ladies that she had ever seen and would love them forever.

Unbeknownst to Mizu, the boy was waking up. And when he did, he was a perfect example of a polite young man. He sipped his drink, and sat in his bed looking wan. They asked him what had happened and he told them. He was playing with his friends, obeying all beloved social etiquette, when a dirty-looking girl had approached them. He had invited her to play with them (even though everyone knows it is not in fact very fun to play with young tag-alongs). And that was when she struck. She had unleashed her quirk on him and he had collapsed, and his friends must have run away in fright.

There were a few plot holes in this story, but once he told the officials his name, no more questions were asked. This boy's father was Very Important and it would not do, for A Very Important And Nice Young Man to be questioned any further, especially for the sake of a nobody. And if there was one thing Mizu was, it was a nobody. After that, there was a rush to fix this situation. The nurses who had been so nice to her (the most kindness she had witnessed in her life so far) were pulled aside and let in on what the Very Nice And Important Young Man had said. They knew immediately what to do: send her back where she came from.

Everything happened quickly after that; Mizu was escorted back to the orphanage before she could ask what happened (and before she had finished her fruit punch). That would have been the end of it, but one of the employees there asked what had happened and the harried nurses told them. Mizu had never been a golden child but now she would never be a normal one. She was now a Problem. And her file was changed to reflect it. She was a very disturbed and aggressive little girl, who was certainly not allowed the previous freedoms she had enjoyed. She was now supervised every minute of the day , and the other children were sat down and told all about this, so that they could protect themselves from this violent girl.