Till death do us apart (mha x kny)

Chapter 1

Fujicasa's pov

Two. That's how old I was when I got my memories back. At 3. I began total concentration: constant. And at four, I was diagnosed quirkless.

My "father" was outraged. He always believed that we were useless and my being quirkless only made it worse. Nee-san had a quirk that could make dim floating lights wherever she wanted, but only up to the size of her hand and Ma was quirkless too.

I'm 14 now and about to enter my final year at Aledera. Of course, after Oyakata-sama found me he offered for me to come to Kimetsu Academy but I refused. There was another quirkless kid there, whom I had been in the same class as since nursery. I knew them a little as kids and we were actually pretty darn close. But now I have to get ready for hel- I meant school. Totally.

~(After she got ready)~

"CAW! CAW! GET A MOVE ON LAZY BUM!"

"Oh my god Yao I love you but if you don't shut up I swear I'll feed you to Inosuke"The dumb crow promptly shut up.

I started the trek to school, passing Kimetsu Academy on the way. Honestly, I already graduated high school a few years ago and I currently take tuitions with Amane-sama on college-level psychology. The career path of my choice after I retire as a hashira. I probably only have a year left to go before I can get my diploma and 2 before I get a Phd. Being a reincarnate sure is fun. By the time I got to the actual school, it was 7:45. Plenty of time to waste (15 minutes)

The classes went on and I had time to pity myself for the still-healing gash on my stomach. 'demons sure love cutting peoples' stomachs' weird thought, I know.

The bell finally rang and we got ready for the last class. End of the day Homeroom. Why do we have it? I have absolutely no clue.

~(While waiting for the teacher to show up)~

I was going to blow Bakugo's head off. If that angry pomeranian says one more fucking time that he was going to be the NuMbEr OnE HeRo I would make sure no one found the body too.

Anyway, the annoying teacher walks in and collects the application sheets. 'Yup. Shit's about to go down

"Alright class, now please tell me what you want to continue as a profession- Who am I kidding you all want to be heroes right!?" The dumb teacher exclaimed.

Ugh. I did not get paid enough to deal with the class' shit as they all started using their quirks to show off. 'Quirk usage like that is illegal you know?' but hey, who cares? Then the voice of an angry pomeranian was heard in the room.

"Ey teach don't lump with these extras. We all know that I'm the only one from our shitty school to have the power for UA. These shitty nerds don't stand a chance"

For once I agree. Since when was pulling your eyes out of the socket or having a Lego brick for a head useful?

"I aced all the mock exams. I'm going to be the richest and most famous hero out there"

Was killing a human against corp rules? Well, I'm sure they could make an exception right? The charges for animal cruelty were less than murder anyway. I think. The class was not happy about that. Protests could be heard throughout the classroom and goddamn did it hurt my hearing. I suddenly feel sorry for Zenitsu.

"Oh yea didn't Midoriya also want to try out for UA?" I swear they hold some type of grudge against quirkless people.

"Oi Deku! You think you're above me? Or at the same level to brush shoulders with me? Hah, look if you want to be a hero there's always another way."

" W- wha- what is i- it?" He turned his head to the side, clutching his analysis notebook.

"Take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk in your next life."

Red all I saw was red. How dare he. How. Dare. He. People sacrifice their lives to attain peace. To make the world a better, safer place. I've seen it firsthand. Hell, I am one of those people. Lives are precious, you don't know whether you'll live or die or even if you'll get a second chance. Like the corps. This is why we value lives, not just ours, but those of other people too. We have died. We know the pain. I know the pain. So I'd be damned if I let anyone else around me go through it alone.

"Ooh, what's this? Hero Analysis for the future book #13. Hah, you really think you can be a hero. you? Bakugo took the book from him. putting it in between his palms before burning it. He tossed it out of the window.

"Yao" I nodded my head towards the window and she swooped down from the tree she was perched on to grab the book mid-air. I held out my palm and she dropped the book there before resting on my shoulder.

"Here Izu-chan, take it." I handed the book over to him

"A-arigato Fu-Fujicasa san but you should really get going now. Kacchan gets a bit...violent when he's mad"

"Ara? Well, I'll fix that today now won't I?" I innocently turned towards him. Tilting my head and making my eyes look larger. I could literally see the steam coming out of his ears. He plays right into my trap. he activates his quirk.

He charged at me with his hands in front of of him, the little pops that always signalled a blast sounded in the room. His lackeys were pathetically cheering him on from the side. 'Geez the baka's can't even help their 'master'.

I changed my breathing. The forced 'normal' breathing that most people do was replaced by the rhythmic rise and fall of total concentration. My aura flared out. Not the 'I'm a little innocent shit' one my normal aura. The one that radiates power. I'm not a Hashira just for show y'know.

So I just allowed the sound of popping to fill the room and let Bakubitch charge. I waited until the heat of the explosions was right in front of my face. Then I jumped. above the Dandilion's head and landed behind him. I pinned his hands at an awkward angle. Facing his back.

Now, I may be a tad bit mean but even I'm not that cruel so I allowed it to simply singe his shoulders. But of course, the top of the explosion would singe my sleeves but that's probably fine, right?.

I see Izuku rush up to him, asking about his injuries and whether he was okay or not while Bakago tries to convince him that he is the 'greatest' and does not require attention from those below him. 'Is he hurt? he looks just fine to me- sarcasm noted'. But all that aside, I honestly don't give a shit. After 5 minutes of my life that I will never get back and some pointless squabbling they turn to me for some darn reason.

Then I realise why. My sleeves were gone, my scars on display for the whole goddamn world to see. Of course, I have fingercut gloves with cover the scars on my lower hand and the vitiligo that covers my wrist and elbow but the splotches of discoloured skin and scars of every type littering my forearm were there in all their prominent glory. I really should have borrowed (stole) more scar makeup from Sanemi so I could cover more than the one that cups my eye.

"U-um Yuhiko-san?" Why is he hesitant? It's not like I'm gonna hurt him"Yes?""Where did you even get the time to work out extra" Aw man I forgot about dandelion."Excuse me, 2 am is a woderful time to train thank you very much and also, insomnia's  a bitch"

Apparantly the pomeranian didn't like the answer and started up the explosions again. I knew this was coming. I acted out of order, I blew my cover. It was time to put back my innocent shit act back together or I might blow the cover of the corps. Which will not happen. I was now to respond to my crow for any major actions.

I looked over to Yao, she would tell me whether to continue fighting back or accept the inevitable beating.