Shinya was your typical stubborn, obnoxious kid who foamed at the mouth at the idea of being a top hero. When an incident occurred in his earlier years, it left the boys view on life shattered. He had lost his confidence, he had doubts, and forced h...
In the country of China, it was a fairly normal day. Families enjoyed meals with each other, delinquent teenagers spray painted offensive words on private property, and everyone was excited for the next sci-fi movie to release.
Who would've known that today was the day when the impossible would become possible. In Qing Qing China, a newborn baby started to glow in the dark room it resided in. They called it the Luminescent baby, the first supernatural being to exist.
Like a domino effect, the next generation of children would be given supernatural abilities. Being able to manipulate objects as they saw fit and manipulate elements to their will. These abilities were given many names, Superpowers, Gifts, and blessings. When the world had finally gotten a grasp of these abilities, they were given an official name.
Quirks.
Over the years, many quirk users were born, increasing their population. In present today, 80% of the population were in possession of these abilities. Due to the emergence of quirks, crime had skyrocketed. Many individuals stepped up to become real life superheroes, to protect the people and fend off the villains. Eventually, being a hero became a well paying job. Some worked for money, others did it for fame, and a few did it to protect. Shinya Fujimori is an interesting case.
"Shinya..."
"Shinya."
"SHINYA!"
The boy woke up from his dream and sat up in an instant as his eyes widened, rubbing his head. He slowly rubbed his eyes as he looked up.
"Whut the fu..."
The shirtless boy turned his head to the sound coming from behind his door. Nothing like the ear piercing screech from your annoyed mother to wake you up. Raising his arms up, he stretched as a muffled grunt escaped his lips. Smacking his lips, he got out from under his blankets and left his bed. Still partially asleep, he looked around his room.
It had a plain dark blue wallpaper with his bed facing the bathroom door across the room. Numerous posters featuring famous heroes littered the walls of the room, with nailed on boards holding up numerous figurines. Entering the bathroom, he turned on the cold tap and splashed his face. Looking up in the mirror, he briefly inspected his features.
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His intentionally tousled hair remained with him throughout the years, with it's only changes being through haircuts. His aqua and golden eyes stared at his own reflection before closing as he yawned.
Putting on his school's gakuran and picking up his school bag, he left his room as he was greeted with the smell of recently cooked bacon and eggs.
After finishing his meal and saying goodbye to his parents, he picked up his bag and put his dishes away. Leaving the apartment, he listened to music while walking down the street. It was a normal day in Mustafu, Japan. Kids were walking to school, workers rode the train to work, and some moron decided to cause a huge ruckus. Hearing the loud commotion, he jogged over to Tatooin station.
