Queen Of The Torrent (BNHA/MHA OC)

Growing Up

The past few years had been going fine. No issues, no problems, and certainly no reason for Mirei to be in a bad mood or worried.

.... Until today.

"I think I'm dying...." The now ten year old whimpered.

"Oh really? Why do you think that?" Nemuri asked, frowning.

"I'm bleeding..."

And cue Shouta choking on his coffee from across the room.

"Ah. I see." Nemuri slowly said, sending a mental prayer to all the mothers who came before her.

"My tummy hurts.... I hate it...." She whined, wrapping her arms around Nemuri.

"Don't worry, sweetness. We'll fix that." Nemuri whispered to her. She then turned, her gaze landing on Shouta, pinning him to his spot as she said "Shouta, go heat up a water bottle. Quickly."

.

"I HAVE TO DO THIS EVERY MONTH?!" Mirei screeched.

"Yes...?" Nemuri responded, unsure how to handle the concept of explaining a period to a child. "It's not as bad as it sounds! You'll just.... Have to do this the rest of your life!"

The groan Nemuri was met with was one that she understood so badly.

"No! Never again! I don't like it!" Mirei said frustratingly. "Isn't there a way to make it stop?!"

"Not in a way that's appropriate for your age." Nemuri retorted.

"Not unless you're a whore." Shouta mumbled, Hizashi smacking him in the back of the head.

"What's a whore?" Mirei asked innocently.

They all froze.

"Someone who gets paid a lot of money to.... Play with boys." Nemuri quickly responded, hoping the answer would suffice.

"Really? Sounds fun!" Mirei said (once again, all too innocently). "Could I do that?"

Hizashi doubled over laughing, and Shouta slowly stood up, making his way to the nearest window.

"NO!" Nemuri instantly responded. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to put your uncle on the bad side of my WHIP!"

The woman then charged at Shouta, the man letting out a screech.

"Run, uncle Shouta!" Mirei shouted, giggling.

"Book it, Shouta! Book it like your life depends on it!" Hizashi encouraged, watching as the eraser hero leaped out the window, Nemuri not far behind.

*A few years later....*

"Mom.... Mom!" Mirei whined, trying to push her mother off her in vain, her check getting covered in small kisses.

"I need to see my precious baby off to her first day at a normal school!" Nemuri retorted.

"Mom! Come on! You're embarrassing me...." Mirei groaned. "I'm thirteen, not a baby!"

"Alright, alright.... Get going." Nemuri said, smiling, giving her one last kiss on the forehead.

Mirei smiled, saying "I have my headphones if I need them, and my phone is charged. Now, I have to go...."

Nemuri nodded, getting back in her car.

"I love you."

Mirei rolled her eyes, saying "I know...."

And as soon as she got to the front door, she heard a honk from the car.

"You gotta say I love you back!" Came Nemuri's voice.

"Mom!" Mirei hissed (literally in this case), the scales on her neck flushing an embarrassed red rose color.

"Say I love you!"

"Mom-"

"I love you, mom."

"Look at this place-"

"Mom, I love you."

Mirei sighed, resigning herself to her fate.

"Mom.... I love you."

"Good job! Was that so hard?"

Nemuri then drove off, Mirei growling slightly at the snickers she heard from the other students. She then walked off, heading into the school, humming to herself.

"We.... Are the Crystal Gems..." She sang quietly as she walked.

She was a sucker for Steven Universe songs, sue her.

*Later on....*

Eventually, lunch rolled around, and Mirei took notice of a few students messing with a boy who had wild purple hair. She sighed, standing up.

"Hey," She called out, approaching them. "Leave him alone."

One of the girls scoffed, narrowing her eyes at her, saying "And who the hell are you, one of this freak's friends?"

"Nope." Mirei responded, popping the p. "Just a girl who doesn't feel like getting into a fight today."

The boys immediately got to her side, the purple haired boy from before tensing.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved...." He said, looking away.

"Sit up, freak!" One of the boys sneered at him.

"'Freak', huh?" Mirei questioned. "Sounds toxic. Reminds me of a song I heard once.... Let me sing it to you."

"What are-"

Before the girl could finish, Mirei slipped in one of her earbuds, tapping a finger on her phone. She licked her lips, grinning.

"With a taste of your lips I'm, on a ride," She sang, her quirk instantly curling around the students' minds. "You're toxic, I'm slippin' under! With a taste of a poison paradise.... I'm addicted to you;  don't you know that you're toxic?"

The students eyes glazed over, and she grinned, cutting off her music. She stepped closer, chuckling.

"Now then.... Go and walk right out of the cafeteria, and throw yourselves down the stairs." She hissed, growling slightly.

The students immediately obeyed, and she turned to face the boy they had been messing with.

"Sorry about that." She said, holding out her hand. "I'm Kayama. Kayama Mirei. And you are...?"

"Shinso Hitoshi." The boy responded, hesitantly taking it.

"Cool."

Mirei then sat next to him, resting her headphones around her neck. He stared at her.

"You're short." He said.

"You're skinny." She fired back.

"You look like a human and a fish had a wild time and made you."

"You look like a raccoon with those bags under your eyes. How the fuck is the weather up there, asshat?"

"Fuck you."

"Go to hell."

"You're already closer with your height."

Mirei smirked.

"This is fun," She said. "I'm having fun. Let's keep doing this. I can already tell we're gonna be great friends."

"Better friends then your dad and his left hand?" Shinso snarked, grinning.

"Jokes on you, I only have a mom."

"That's why you're adopted."

Mirei chuckled, saying "What's new? That's why you look like you simp for Eraserhead."

"How fucking dare you."

"I dare indeed."

The two just stared at each other, before giving each other a fist bump. Yep. They were going to get along great.