ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛ -•𝚋𝚔𝚍𝚔•-

ₘₒₘ? ₐₘ ᵢ ₛₜᵢₗₗ yₒᵤₙg?

(Izuku)

I smile at the boy with eyes red like fire, yet cold like ice. I wonder how long his been here? I think to myself as I look at him. he says his name is Katsuki, but I'm going to call him Kacchan since that's what I used to call my cat. He reminds me of my cat.

"Whatever."

Kacchan mumbled as he looked away from me. For a moment I swore I could see his eyes light up when I said he was funny, but it quickly vanished. Maybe he just wasn't used to being call that. You're being annoying. The voice in my head suddenly spoke up my smile began to fade. was I really? Did he find me annoying? What if he just wants to be alone, maybe I should stop talking to him and leave. Is that what he wants?-

"What?"

Kacchan suddenly speaks, breaking me from my spiraling thoughts, looking at me with a raised eyebrow at my expression.

"Oh, sorry! It's nothing."

I respond, giving him a smile. He pauses looking me up and down for a moment before scoffing and turning away again.

He has food in front of him, he hasn't eaten all of it but I'm not going to ask if I could have some, that was his, I'll get mine eventually. I think... maybe tomorrow?

Kacchan suddenly stands up and starts walking away from the table. My eyes go wide and I jump up to my feet. Where's he going!? I wonder, starting to follow after him quickly to catch up.

"Wait! Kacchan! Where are you going?"

I ask, walking slightly behind him, not sure if he wanted me to walk next to him. He scoffs again, not looking back at me as he continues to walk, heading over to the door. Stopping in front of it, but it doesn't open. Maybe it only opens for some people? Or only at a certain time? I'm not sure, I've only been at this place for a little, hopefully I won't have to be here for too long and my mom will come and get me.

She always said she'd help me whenever I needed. So where are you mom? The last time I was her she was crying, telling me she was sorry for things I didn't understand, I don't know why she was crying, she almost always was.

I wish I could've cried in my mother's arms
but she was always crying in mine
It was too heavy for a child
I didn't grow stronger
I grew tired

I shake off the thoughts, focusing back on Kacchan, who was still standing and staring at the door, like he was waiting for it to open. He never did respond to my question...

I notice others getting up as well and walking over to the door, I turn to watch all of the other kids get up and walk over to the door as well, making a long line, that wasn't quite single file, but it was some kind of line, I guess.

Two boys walk up to stand behind me and Kacchan, they both smile at me as I look at them.

"You're the new kid, right?"

One of them asks. I nod my head, smiling back at them as I speak up in response.

"Mhm! That's me! Izuku Midoryia. "

I respond, hoping maybe I could make some friends. I haven't had very many growing up, but maybe that would change!

The two boys smile at me, giving each other a look that I don't understand, but I brush it off.

"So that means you don't have a quirk yet, do you?"

They ask, their smiles changing a little, but again I brush it off, just happy someone was talking to me. Though I don't know what they are talking about...

"A what...? Quirk?..."

I ask, hoping I don't sound stupid for not knowing what that was, what they were talking about. The first boy with brown hair nods his head and the second one with blond hair speaks.

"An ability. Like a power. I'll show you how they works."

He speaks. My eyes light up. A power!? People here have powers!? Like super hero's form comic books!? I look at the boy as he reaches past me and touches Kacchan's shoulder. Kacchan turns his head a glares at the boy, yelling at him, but the boy ignores him.

Then the blond boy holds up his hand and it sparks. I stare at his hand in amazement at the sparks coming from his palm.

"Woah! That's so cool! What does it do??"

I ask excitedly, not looking at the boys face, to focused on his hand.

"Like this-"

He says and suddenly his other hand comes up and an explosion comes out of his hand right next to my head, the force of it sending me too the cold, ground, knocked out of the line of people. I hear laugher as I try to get my bearings back, dazed from the hit I just took, as I look up at the boy whose smile now seems so wicked...

I just wanted to be your friend
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