liquid smooth | mha x kny

OO1. NOW ENTERS IZUMI !

Makomo had found out that, one way or another, her soul had been transferred into the body of a newborn. It'd taken six hours, fourty-eight minutes and thirty two seconds to figure it out. During that time, she cried quite a bit; the hospital noises were too advanced for her tiny brain!

Since then, she was remarked as gifted with astronomical abilities. Her parents met her with constant praise for her being able to complete basic tasks such as walking and feeding herself.

Then again, seeing a three month old begin to take steps wasn't a regular sight. Still, could you blame Makomo? She was twelve year old girl stuck in the body of a literal infant!

At four months, she began reading. She started with simple words as she needed to adjust to her new body, but she moved up to chapter books and encyclopedias at seven months. Makomo had also concluded through these books that she was in an alternate world when she was nine months.

Quirks inhabited this new world she was in; special powers that allowed the user to gain abilities unknown to the world before. It reminded Makomo of Blood Demon Arts.

At age one and three weeks, Makomo recieved her quirk; Precipitation. She could control the density of the water in the air and bend it to her will.

At this time, her parents questioned the doctors, concerned for their genius child. The doctor simply said it was due to her generation.

"Fifth generation's are finnicky," he said. "Some don't bloom until twelve. There was this family whose kid's quirk appeared at three weeks!" He laughed, "The poor Hikushi's, I tell you."

That didn't comfort the Izumi family.

"On the bright side," father said, comforting his wife. "She'll make an excellent heir to the WaterHose heroes!"

Makomo Izumi didn't like that thought.

She grew up homeschooled, given her intellect at age three was the same as an average fifth-graders. She also insisted on taking swordsmanship classes when she was four.

"But, darling!" Mother said. "You're a lady!"

"So?" Makomo asked. "Then I'll be a swordswoman."

Father ended up taking her to the classes, which she took for less than a year before the master came to the WaterHose heroes, begging them to take their daughter out of her class.

"Mr. Izumi, please! Makomo here has already greatly disturbed the learning of our other students at her age, but worse, she beat up one of the masters!" She cried. "She's so talented, and we have nothing else to teach her."

Father had no choice but to remove her from the program. He invested in a dojo, private for Makomo, instead. When she wasn't breezing through workbooks, she was training.

"Why do you train so hard?" Mother asked one day.

Makomo shrugged, "It makes me feel at home."

It was a lie.

At age seven, Makomo began training with her quirk. "Heroes seem cool," she said. She left out the part about wanting information on how to return to Mount Sagiri to be with her beloved teacher. "So, I want to be one."

At nine years old, Kota Izumi was brought into the world. Makomo's little brother.

She loved him to bits. He was her first sibling, in both lives, and she treasured him like gold. She took care of him whenever she wasn't training. He reminded her of the kids from her village in her old world.

"I'm gonna love you forever, Kota!" She said.

At age twelve, her parents died.

Makomo was used to death. Ironically, she died at twelve. Seems it was an unlucky number. While it saddened her that her parents in the new world died, she knew their lives would end one way or another due to their heroic duties.

Kota, however, was inconsolable. He lashed out at the world, at heroes, at villains and at society. He was a wreck. Makomo could hardly control his temper and distaste, which only worsened when they moved in with their aunt, who was a hero.

"Makomo, please. Talk some sens ke into Kota!" Shino begged.

Makomo sighed, a dead look on her face. "He won't listen."

Somehow, Kota tolerated Makomo, which she was eternally grateful for. His hatred for heroes seemed to not include her, and so long as she didn't bother him with her dreams, she knew he wouldn't bite at her. She knew it didn't quell his dislike, but seeing him make an exception for her was heartwarming.

At age fifteen, Makomo told her aunt that she was going to go to U.A and study there. Shino allowed her to attend, after multiple questions of why.

"You know Kota's gonna hate you more and more by the day." Shino said, "So why?"

Makomo simply replied, "To see him smile again."

"You're just going to cause tears and resentment!" Shino said, anger lacing her tone. She was evidently frustrated. Makomo didn't understand why.

"I'll put a smile on his face, one way or another. He's a star, doesn't he deserve to shine? Give it a chance, auntie. I'm sure I'll be able to get him to come around."

Shino huffed. "Fine, fine. I'll put in a letter of recommendation for you, alright?"

"No need, auntie. I want to take the normal exam," Makomo smiled.

"Whatever you say, kid. Your sword?"

Makomo ran her fingers along the blade's handle, feeling the intricately wrapped cord as he fingers gripped it with familiarity. "Of course, I'll bring my beloved."

[ authors note ] the past two chapters are pretty short, but the next ones are gonna be longer, pinky swear! i'm rushing through the first few because makomo's life as a kid isn't truly important to the plot, and everything needed is already here.

TAISHO ERA SECRET!

Kota looks up to Makomo, despite his hate for heroes. He admires her determination, and really loves her. He just doesn't support her dreams of becoming a hero due to the fear that he'll lose his beloved older sister too.