Queen Of The Torrent (BNHA/MHA OC)

"Heroic" Acts

"I'm fucked." Mirei groaned, glancing over at her mother.

"Why do you say that?" Midnight asked, setting down a basket of laundry.

Mirei looked at a list in her hand, sighing. She'd been looking for a hero name.

"Hero name submissions are due today. I can't be the only one who doesn't have one!" She said, appearing frustrated.

Nemuri sat next to her, saying "Relax, princess. Bakugo doesn't have one, Iida doesn't have one, and Todoroki is just using his first name."

Mirei stared.

"Okay. How did you pick yours?" She asked.

Nemuri smiled, saying "Actually, when I was originally starting out in hero training, I couldn't get sleep much. Old instincts, I guess. I often would stay up training my quirk until midnight. It was all I could think about when the time came."

Mirei sighed. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking....

"I've got it."

*Elsewhere....*

"Ayami?" Hitoshi called out, knocking on the door. "Open up. I know you're still awake-"

He then opened the door, freezing. Ayami was curled up in the corner of her room, tears picking the corners of her eyes, her quirk in full effect. Hitoshi shuddered, muttering something about how he was glad it didn't work on him, only to see all the eyes focus on him.

"Hey." He said, crouching to her level.

"M- mask. Shut up! Too loud! Everything needs to shut off!"

Hitoshi nodded slowly.

"Alright. Who did it?" He asked, crossing his arms as he brought himself to sit next to her. "Who started causing you to split?"

"Mask, you little fuckhead! Stop it! It's not Hitoshi's fault!"

Hitoshi sighed. This was a bad one.

Normally, Ayami was fine. There were no issues and she could operate without problems. However, some days, she would start "splitting". He wasn't sure why she called it that. He didn't argue with it.

"Hey. Circe." He said, holding out the domino mask she- er, they usually wore (he couldn't really say she since all of them were kinda freaking out at once).

They snatched the mask, placing it on, taking a shuddering breath.

"Alright. Role call." Hitoshi said, taking her hand. "Azumi?"

".... Here." She said.

"Misaki?" He called out.

"She doesn't wanna talk." Azumi said.

"Well, she will, or I'm gonna be worried."

".... I'm here." Misaki said.

"Good.... Soka?"

This time, the voice sounded more tired than the rest.

"Here." She said, sighing. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I started panicking about something with work, and it made everyone else get stressed out."

"Relax." Hitoshi said. "Now.... Ayami?"

With a shudder, Ayami let out a breath, her quirk shutting off. She leaned against Hitoshi, letting out a sigh.

".... Thank you. Sorry for snapping." She said.

"I got my hero name." Hitoshi said.

"Really? What is it?"

Hitoshi smirked.

"Mindswipe."

.

"I got an invite from Endeavor." Mirei said nonchalantly.

The class whirled.

"Endeavor?!" Midoriya yelled. "Isn't he the number two hero?!"

"Yep." Mirei nodded.

She didn't like him at all.

"I wouldn't recommend it." Todoroki said. "I'm only going because I need to work on my fire."

"What about your girlfriend?" Bakugo sneered, causing the boys to turn to the peppermint boy.

Said peppermint's voice went several pitches higher as he said "Kanamaru's not my girlfriend!"

"I never said Golden Bitch. How did you know it was her?"

Todoroki's mouth opened and closed. Man, he hated Bakugo sometimes.

"I'm going with Eraserhead." Hitoshi spoke up. "I'm not sure how hard it's gonna be, but you probably won't see much of me."

"I think I might just go intern with mom." Mirei said. "I wanna help her out more. Plus, I wanna learn the more.... Popularity part of being a hero."

"Todoroki," Shouta called out, walking over. "Please tell your little girlfriend that if she wants to talk, do it outside of my class time."

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Kanamaru yelped, entering. She turned to Todoroki, saying "Anyways, my competition will be in Hosu, so I'll be headed there. If you happen to be in the area, let me know, okay? Just because I'm not a hero, doesn't mean I have to get rusty on training. And just because you're Endeavor's son, doesn't mean you have to be overworked."

Todoroki nodded, saying "Of course. I'll see you later, Kanamaru."

As soon as she walked out, Todoroki groaned into his hands.

"Well, now I have to go with Endeavor. He's searching for the hero killer, so...."

*Elsewhere....*

Ayami raised a hand, knocking on the door to an apartment. A man opened the door, immediately putting out the cigarette he held.

"Hey, kid." He said, letting her in."

"Hey Bubaigawara Sensei."

The man chuckled, saying "You don't gotta call me that-.... And, you're wearing a mask. You almost split recently, didn't you?"

A moment later, they were both seated, drinking some tea.

"So.... You wanna tell me what happened?" He asked.

"Hawks knows.... About my, um, 'condition'." Ayami said. "Soka freaked out. It.... Hurt. I don't get how you can avoid doing that all the time."

"So long as I have my mask, I'm fine."

An alert on her phone dings, and she looks down.

"Ha."

"What?"

"Hitoshi and Mirei are getting their asses handed to them."

*With Hitoshi and Mirei....*

Eraserhead's capture scarf surrounded Hitoshi, Mirei biting it, before ducking underneath a lash from Midnight's whip.

"What happened to the warm-up?!" Mirei screeched, letting out a yelp as the whip coiled around her ankle.

"This is the warm-up." Eraserhead retorted.

Midnight threw Mirei into Hitoshi, the two going sliding along the floor. The two of them groaned, both teens getting up slowly.

"They're so strong...." Hitoshi mumbled.

"Doesn't matter! Let's go again!" Mirei said confidently.

Mirei ran in, taking a deep breath, ready to let out a screech with her voice.... Only to feel Eraserhead's capture scarf around her mouth.

"Hey, jackass!"

"Watch your language-"

Eraserhead froze, Hitoshi smirking.

"Wait.... Am I forgetting something?" He mumbled.

A whip wrapped around his neck.

"Oh fuck my life-"

Midnight dragged him off, Hitoshi letting out a single scream before he was promptly knocked unconscious.