To Overthrow The Stars

Prologue

Warning: Nightmare (it's not THAT scary in my opinion), light cheesiness (sprinkle some American cheddar on this Japanese fanfic, you know? No one gets the joke? Okay... I'll see myself out now🫡).

1121 words.

All hail Shinedown, great band, 100,000/10 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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Neither good nor evil, strong nor weak, Hero nor Villain. Those are the words I live by, albeit the saying not making sense to most people, and I'll stick with them until I pick a side or die, whichever comes first. It's not like either are wrong- neither are right, either, but that's a different argument- both strive to bring good into the world, although the ideal may have gotten twisted by some tragic backstory or some enlightening experience. I am neither because neither backstory has occurred, I was never enlightened by heroic acts, nor did I have a traumatic early childhood. That's what the difference between the world and I is, I live in gray while everyone tries to make the world black and white.

I sit up hurriedly, gasping for air as sweat forms in the crevices of my body. Another nightmare. I remark, thinking back to the night of restlessness and terrible dreams that toyed with my worst fears. Slowly but surely, I groggily get out of bed, tripping over my own feet on the way down and colliding with the floor. I groan into the soft carpet before rolling my body over and just lying there for a moment, staring up at my boring ceiling as if I can search for life's answers within the pattern of the lines.

"Meoooow" My cat pads over to me on the floor and looks at me for a moment before rolling over right on my face. I spit fur out of my mouth and roll over again, this time moving to stand up. I use my bed as support and reach down to rub my cat's belly before deciding to be productive and do my chores before I have to go to school. It's super early anyways, so it's not like I'll be late for an extra fifteen minutes added to my morning routine, being that- "Holy crap it's four thirty?!" I whisper, shocked; I usually don't wake up until around an hour from now.

Karma. I look at the word scarred into my left palm and chuckle quietly to myself, guess it's what I get for watching anime secretly past my bedtime. I sigh and go to make quick work of my chores; it's the usual, put away dishes, put more dishes into the wash, empty and refill the ice trays, and clean the cat boxes. I then get in the shower and let the hot water burn my skin until it turns a pale shade of red.

A dark room of mirrors, concrete walls surrounding my frail body, blonde hair falling in pools around my awkwardly positioned legs. I'm straddling the floor, shackles adorning my ankles and wrists. There's a vanity with a shattered mirror on it to my left, my knuckles stained with the blood from hitting hit over and over and over again.

I'm alone, completely and utterly alone. Nothing but the comfort of the cold, wet concrete to keep me company and the shackles binding me the closest thing to someone to hold... my face a ghastly pale with dark rings under my glowing green eyes...

The scar on my hand glows and I hit the wall with the side of my closed fist before turning off the water and exiting the shower. I dry myself off and change into my school uniform, then do all of my daily hygiene. I look at myself in the mirror when I'm done, mind flashing back to the broken one in my dream; I shudder and look away, then exit the bathroom.

My cat turns around on my bed when I enter the room, flopping over and purring loudly when I get near him. I chuckle and rub his belly, and give him other pets as well, "Who's a snuggle bug? Aww you are! Yes, you are..." A smile stretches out my lips and I feel slightly better as I make my way downstairs to pack my lunch and brew a cup of tea.

Once all is said and done, I say goodbye to my family and leave, taking out my phone to type a quick text to my mother to see if she wants anything from the store on my way home. We live approximately three blocks from a convenience store and about a kilometer or two from my school with easy access to public transportation to U.A. High; a school my dad desperately wants me to go into. I pick up the pace of my walk to a run when I cut a corner and allow myself to run to school. My mother, if she saw me, would reprimand me for doing any lick of training that might lead to the betterment of myself as a person; she's fully against me going to a high school to become a hero student.

I make it to my classroom a bit early, not spotting my best friend anywhere quite yet, so I sit down at my desk and tinker on one of my latest projects, a dilatable toolbox. The only problem with my invention is that the tools don't compact in the right way so when I go to dilate the box to a smaller size, I end up just squishing the tools and the wrench always penetrates the layers of metal box material. To put it in simpler terms, the tools don't fit, and the wrench always cuts the box open.

I weld another cut in the box with my finger, searching for some kind of answer to my problem with this lightweight, compact toolbox. I have a quirk that can basically weld this piece of junk together, but there's no point in a useless piece of junk becoming a support item. I sigh, catching the attention of Jiro as she walks through the classroom door. My best friend is finally here! I wave her over eagerly.

"Hey Hina-chan." Jiro taps me with her earphone jacks affectionately as she gets closer, "Newest invention?"

"More like newest failure." I grumble, throwing the useless cube of tools on my desk, "I'd need some kind of quirk to shrink things and have it able to activate upon opening. That, my friend, seems impossible right now. I try to use only technology, but sometimes quirk power is necessary." I take the invention and use bad energy to crumple it beyond recognition, then throw it in a nearby trashcan.

"Why not apply for U.A. then? If you tell your parents you're going into the Support Course, they'll have to let you apply." Jiro twirls her left earphone jack around her finger, "Then you can rock over at my house all the time." She smiles warmly, "And maybe someone there can help you with your invention."