The Difference Love Can Make

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey, guys. It's been a while since I've posted on here but I've just been busy with some things. But i'm back now and hopefully, here to stay. I'm trying my hand at writing anime and I hope I don't dissappointd. Check out some of my other stories on here or through Tumblr and AO3 @queenlegacyproductions. Aye, bye!

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No one likes to be compared to others.

Not to their classmates.

Not to their coworkers.

Not to their friends.

And, especially not to family. To their parents, more specifically.

But it's kind of hard when one of your classmates is constantly improving day in and day out.

And it's really hard not being compared to your parents especially when they're so well renowned to the point it seems like everyone in the world knows who they are.

Morrigan was no different than anyone else in that regard.

Yes, Morrigan Carter's life has been nothing more but one of comparison.

Especially one in comparison to her darling mother.

America's Number Two Hero; Nephthys, The Divine Hero. Quirk - Necromancy. She has the ability to manipulate the soul energy of her opposition as well as summon necromantic magic like ghoulish constructs to assist her in battle. It is because of her, her home state of Illinois has the lowest crime rate in the country and the second lowest in the world with 8%, Japan only leading with 6%.

And if she wasn't being compared to her, there were always comparisons to her classmates at school.

Speaking of her school...

West Englewood Elementary is considered to be the best elementary school with a hero track with a predominately black student population. It is said that those who attend the school in the hero courses go on to be in the top ten of pro heroes. Morrigan's class is one that is said to be the most elite of them all.

"Well, class. Your results for the mock tests for the hero course are finally back and it seems that you guys passed." Morrigan could hear her teacher, Ms. Jackson say before an uproar of cheers except her. She wasn't surprised, considering the reputation her class had before them. What did surprise her was the following.

"Yo, Teach! Tell the truth. Who got the highest score?" A student managed to ask over the commotion which made the class go quiet.

Ah, shit, here we go...

"Oh come on, Eric! You know damn well that it was Lard-ass over there!" She heard a familiar voice which made her roll her eyes.

Stacey Stafford. Rank 18th in the mock trial. Quirk - Dark Form. Her quirk allows her to embrace her darkest or cruelest memories and feelings and use it to give her enhanced superhuman abilities.

Rather fitting for the nasty attitude that she's known to have towards others, especially towards Morrigan. It's an animosity that she has had for years when she first met her. A person like Stacey didn't think that anyone was meant to be a hero. She saw it as something like modeling or sport entertainment. If you didn't have the look of a hero, then you weren't a hero. This animosity further grew ever since she found out Morrigan was one of the daughters and prodigies of Nephthys. It's an animosity that grew over time as Morrigan continued to place in the top of the ranks. It made her sick to think someone like her was the best of the class and it made her even more sick that Morrigan didn't see her as a threat or a rival.