Redline (My Hero Academia OC Story)

Kaiseki Shindou: Origins (Part 1)

"Ah... I can't believe it!" An eager voice exclaimed loudly with exhausted excitement. The orange evening sky shone down on the quiet city of Musutafu, Japan, with the very few people in the streets oblivious to the joys of one person high up on the rooftops. On top of one of the office buildings stood a completely blank billboard, completely barren of colour and design. Something a boy standing below looked up at with beaming eyes.

"Must be brand new or something." This boy quietly, yet excitedly deducted to himself, holding his chin as he looked up with excited bright red eyes, and the orange evening light shining down on his messy brown hair. Oddly, with a white streak striking down one of the bangs besides his face. "A villain probably knocked the old one down. Seems I got here just after this new one was built..."

Suddenly, a devious grin grew across his face as he looked up. "...And right before it gets painted over. What luck..." The white streaked boy exclaimed, flicking back his grey hoodie, revealing an assortment of spray cans hanging from his belt, next to a dangling pair of red goggles. "...You guys are in for a treat in the morning!"

Dashing with an unnatural speed, the boy raced up the ladder of the billboard at a record pace, before shooting up into the air in front of the blank canvas. "Behold!" He yelled, pulling two cans off his belt, and striking a variety of mid air poses, before dropping down on the platform sticking out from the billboard, pointing one of the cans at the blank canvas. "My masterpiece!" The boy exclaimed, as his finger lightly tapped the can. A small puff of red paint weakly shot out, barely colouring the billboard, before the boy slowly began leaning back over the edge, holding the static and stiff pose he landed in.

Plummeting from the towering billboard, the boy crashed into the rooftop below, creating a red flash all over his body on impact. As the dust settled, the boy laid on his back groaning in pain. However, not from falling off the billboard...

"Argh... what the hell was I gonna paint?" He groaned in agony. A fate worse than falling from a great height would without a doubt be a case of art block. "I spent all day looking for a good canvas..." The boy's mind raced behind his now tired red eyes. "Too many police... Too many Heroes..."

But as his mind raced, the boy looked at the empty billboard. "But... A Hero wouldn't waste their time doing this, right?" He argued internally with himself, before closing his eyes with a laugh. "Well maybe if that Hero was some goody-two-shoes loser, they wouldn't."

The boy laughed to himself as he continued laying on the rooftop. "C'mon Kaiseki..." He muttered to himself. "Think of how priceless the reactions to seeing your piece on their billboard first would be."

The boy named Kaiseki racked his brain trying to overcome his art block. But something else was clashing with his thoughts. A commotion down below, loud enough to reach the boy's ears, and ruining his flow of thoughts.

"What to paint..." Kaiseki muttered, trying to drown out the mysterious loud discussion that was happening nearby. "What... to.."

"I said stop whining like a bitch and hurry up!" Someone else's voice was faintly heard, clear enough for Kaiseki to hear. He opened his eyes and sat up, ceasing all the self talk as he listened closer. Slowly, he inched towards the edge of the roof, as the commotion got more loud and clear.

Down between the buildings and in an alleyway, a hooded man with a face obscured by a cloth mask pointed a finger with a gun barrel at his tip into the chest of a tall, yet scrawny man of sunken eyes, and ragged blonde hair. "You misunderstand, I'm saying I really have places to be." The man getting robbed tried to calmly explain, which only seemed to tick off the gun fingered criminal.

"Oh really?! So am I!" The masked man argued, now raising the built in gun up to the sunken eyed man's face. "I needed this money yesterday, y'know! And if a Hero shows up soon, I swear we're BOTH gonna have trouble!" He yelled, only for the man's obscured blue pupils to coldly stare down the barrel, unflinching.