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The little girl had snuck out when her parents weren’t looking, slipping out the door without a care in the world. At just 8 years old, her mind was filled with nothing but simple thoughts as she wandered around, clutching a few coins she’d taken from her mother’s purse.
Her eyes lit up as she spotted a vending machine in the distance, not far from her neighborhood. With a spring in her step, she skipped over, excitement bubbling up at the thought of a sweet snack. She reached up on her tiptoes and pulled out a 500 yen coin, ready to treat herself. But as her tiny fingers fumbled with the coin, it slipped and rolled right under the machine.
"Oh no…" she whispered, her face scrunching up in frustration as she bent down to reach for it. She stretched her hand under the machine, trying desperately to grab it, but it was no use. She could see where it had gone, but it was too far, too deep.
Her first instinct, being only eight, was to cry. So she did.
Minutes passed as her sobs filled the empty street, but no one came to help. Eventually, a boy with white and very few stands of red hair, looking about 12 years old, walked by, wearing his school uniform. He barely spared her a glance, clearly intending to pass her by.
The little girl saw him and, without thinking, grabbed his sleeve. He yanked it away with an annoyed look, snapping, "I don’t give money to beggars!"
His harsh words made her cry even louder. “My coin went under there!” she wailed, pointing to the vending machine. “I’m not a beggar!”
Determined, she grabbed his sleeve again, this time holding on tightly. The boy sighed in frustration, rolling his eyes. After a moment, he relented. “Fine, I’ll help you.”
Her tears stopped instantly as she watched him kneel by the machine. He couldn’t see the coin either, so with a flick of his wrist, he summoned a small flame in his palm, lighting up the area underneath the machine. The girl’s eyes widened in awe, fascinated by the sight of his quirk. With the light from the fire, the boy spotted the coin, reached under, and pulled it out.
He handed it to her, and she beamed up at him. “Your quirk is so cool!” she exclaimed, her voice full of admiration.
The boy blinked in surprise at her excitement before smirking proudly. “I know.”
As she waved her hands excitedly, the boy stood and slid the coin into the machine. “What do you want?” he asked, already leaning down to press the buttons. The girl eagerly pointed to her choice, and he pressed the button, retrieving the snack and handing it to her.
She thanked him, skipping off happily, waving as she left.
Over the next few days, the little girl began sneaking out more often, waiting by the vending machine for the boy. Every time, she’d need his help to reach the higher buttons, and the two quickly became friends.
“Your quirk is so cool!” she would say again and again, each time begging him to show her the pretty fire. And each time, he’d oblige, summoning the flame just to see her eyes light up with excitement.
One day, the boy asked, “What’s your quirk?”
The girl stopped bouncing, her eyes dropping to the ground as she mumbled quietly, “I don’t have one.”
“Oh.” The boy was momentarily at a loss for words. It wasn’t common to meet someone without a quirk, and it dawned on him that maybe that’s why she found his fire so fascinating.
Before he could think of what to say, the girl broke the silence, her voice bright and cheerful. “But it’s okay! I don’t mind!” She rocked back and forth on her toes, her hands clasped behind her back, giving him a wide, carefree smile.
The boy blinked at her, surprised by how easily she brushed it off. “You don’t mind?” he asked, still a bit puzzled.
She shook her head, her eyes twinkling. “Nope! I think your quirk is awesome, so it’s okay if I don’t have one. I still get to see cool stuff!”
He stared at her for a moment, then a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. “You’re weird,” he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone.
The girl just giggled, clearly unbothered. "I know!"
Each week, the boy would show up and show her new tricks he learned. Until one day he stopped coming.
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You wake up from the dream, that you already almost forgot, you wipe off the tear that had fallen down your cheeks. You looked down and couldn't help but feel sad. You remembered that you had a dream about that fire boy. -a nickname you gave him, you don't even remember what his real name or even what his face looked like-
"I wonder where he is at..?"
You looked around for your phone to check the time, you groaned as the phone's bright light hit you in the face, 4:27 am. You have to wake up early in morning to train so you decided to go back to sleep, still wondering about the boy than completely forgetting about him in the morning when you got woken up at 5 am
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