My life as a UA student || BNHA oc story

Prologue - a world that wasnt ours

From the moment I was born, my life wasn't an easy one. The world wasn't kind to people with mutant quirks like me. It sure as hell didn't help that both of my parents were villains. My dad, Kyoto Hanahaki, was known to the public by his quirk name: Love bomb. Her could make people in love with him temporarily. My mother, Ayano Hanahaki, was known as Eros. It was ironic as her quirk was called Drain. With a single touch, if she wanted, she could drain people's energy.

My parents were beautiful people when they got married. My dad was 6'1 and he had buzzed navy blue hair and green eyes. He had a few scars from fights in the past but there was no doubting he was a ladies' man: he even had my older brother Ayato before he met my mom. My mother had long lustrous purple hair, and crimson eyes that almost flowed in the light. Her skin was almost perfect, with the exception of a few blemishes.

That's what I knew of them: beautiful people who happened to live a life of crime. Or that's what I thought when I was 5 and looked at the wedding photos on my father's bedroom wall. I was a small girl, feeble and curious. I had long deep bud hair and crimson eyes. I had a curious outlook on things.

My parents never wanted a child: and yet there I was. A failure to them. My father went from the charismatic character he was to a dumpy, anger filled, villain. His hair grew out, long and with a few grey strands. Growing up around him was, definitely an experience. Half of the time he wanted nothing to do with me. Half of the time he was drinking. And when he drank, he got violent. He often tried his best to harm me and my mother in the worst ways possible. As a five-year-old, it convinced me that being hurt and used like that was normal.

My mother turned vain. She'd often complain about having me. "I was so beautiful before you came. You made me fucking ugly." She'd tell me. Her long hair had been cut, white and grey stray hairs framed her face. Those words she'd tell me would stick around in my head for a while.

When I got my quirk, my appearance... changed. My quirk was called Puppy Love. It was a mutant quirk. My once human ears had devolved into wolf like flimsy ears. I grew a soft, long tail too. My hearing and agility had increased immensely. Not only that, but my quirk also allowed me to make people temporarily obsessed with me: I could tell them to do anything, and they would do it. I didn't know what was happening until me and my half-brother met for the first time. I was 7. He was 16. He was going to UA, training to be a pro hero. His quirk was called Raising Elements. He could use and manipulate the four basic elements. He was tall with semi-long blue hair with white streaks underneath the blue. He was the only one who ever looked out for me.

He used to tell me stories about the people he went to school with. He once told me about his best friend, Tensei Iida accidentally running into a wall at school hard enough to break it. It was something he was good at. Story telling is something I loved about him. Even when he was butting heads with my parents after his mom died and he moved in, he still managed to figure out how to make me smile. He was the star in my darkest nights.

My parents got arrested when I was seven.

I don't remember much about after they got arrested until I turned eight. All I know is that being in the foster care system somehow landed me in the hands of a Yakuza organization. The Shie Hassaikai.

It was okay for awhile. The boss was sweet and took pity on me. He gave me a place to stay, a place to sleep, food and clean water. He enrolled me into school, and I actually had fun.... Until I was randomly pulled out. His adoptive son, Kai Chisaki told me that the boss was in a coma and now he was in charge.

He brought in scientists every day: experimenting on me:  on my quirk. That wasn't the only things they did but I'd rather not talk about what drove me into self harm. Their goal with experimenting on me and my quirk was to see if they could speed up the quirk evolution and power up process, but they never had any luck. What I went through there is something I wouldn't wish on even my worst enemy.

Until one day when I was thirteen.

I managed to escape.

I ran. As far as I could. My dog like feet hurt under the hot pavement as I ran. I didn't stop, tears running down my face as I ran. My simple white night gown was stained with decaying blood and dirt: my face traces with the stuff too. The bandages on my arms and legs unraveled slightly as I ran. I only stopped when I saw a group of pro heroes. They were directing the crowd away from a fire, one seemingly caused by a villain. Among the heroes I saw a familiar face.

Ayato.

His hair had grown out, he had a few new scars on his face, but I knew those crimson eyes. I knew it was him. The only person I trusted. My brother. He had actually made it as a hero, not that I doubted him, but it surprised me. His costume was simple, with an elf like appearance, bringing out his pointed ears. He was helping redirect the fire, away from civilians. His utility belt had small silver accents to it.

I started running again.

I ran, not caring about the flames.

I wanted to just feel his embrace.

One.

Last.

Time.

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