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"Wow, the beach does look good."
Yagi jumps half out of his skin, again whipping around. Misako stood on the small stairway leading from the paved walkway down to the beach, her left arm resting gently on the railing. The moonlight beamed down on her. Against the night sky, her gray skin almost blended it. He found it easier to see her by the hole in the stars rather than her form. "Okay, first off, you gotta stop doing that," he chides as he swings a finger at her.
She drops her head to the side like a creepy cat. Her eyes certainly matched that, bright white slits shining in the night sky from within the black abysses she called her eyes. "You're gonna give me a heart attack." She smiles wide and laughs. Yagi shivers at her stark white, pointy teeth glimmering in the light. He was glad she was a hero like him because she would be a terrifying villain.
"I'm impressed he got all this done in time. I was quite worried, considering your history of poor decisions." Yagi pinches his lips and begins towards her. "Don't put yourself down so much. I pride myself on my decision-making." She closes her eyes and waves away the idea with her gray hand. "Come now, Yagi-san," she plays. Then, she sighs, looking behind her one way and then the other. "The beach does look beautiful, but you've crowded the walkway. Maybe consider getting a dump truck out here, get this shit in a landfill."
Yagi huffs, but she stops him before he can speak, telling him of needing to get home and encouraging the same of him. He had no idea what she'd need to go home for, but he didn't protest as she shimmered away in the darkness.
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Finally, it was the first day of examinations to determine who was going to be accepted in U.A. Midoriya was shaking in his proverbial boots at the idea. In a world full of people gifted amazing powers called quirks—where some used their quirks for evil and some to fight that evil, where it was the third thing you'd tell someone after your name and age—Midoriya had been born quirkless.
It wasn't like quirkless people were particularly rare. Actually, they made up about 20% of the population. His parents had both had quirks, so there was no reason for him to think he wouldn't. He'd idolized professional heroes, the people who went out and fought crime with the help of their quirks. While the police force were highly discouraged from using their quirks and anyone could join, pro-heroes were where everyone looked, their flashy powers surpassing your expectations and taking down evil that handcuffs could never contain.
It had crushed Midoriya's heart when he'd learned he was quirkless. He had nothing. There was no way he could become pro-hero without a quirk. It wasn't like it was unlikely—the whole point of a pro-hero was to use and capitalize on their unique and powerful quirk to help the public in ways police never could. Any agency would shrug him off and tell him to look at being a cop.
