The First Generation

Hero Names

Stealth wasn't exactly something that Mina was good at, in any way at all. With the many mutations that she had due to her Quirk, and how obvious that they were, anyone could easily recognise her, even if they had only ever seen her once before. She wasn't the kind of person that someone could just forget. In this Quirkless dominated world, she was probably permanently etched into the memories of the many people whom had seen her full appearance forevermore.

Quirks, particularly Mutation types, made this a common occurrence when it came to those who had these powers. Absolutely inhumane looking creatures that were passed off as Human were more and more common as time passed by. Still, the world still had a lot of accepting and adapting to do when it came to accepting those who were directly affected by this global phenomenon. And even then, they would be prominent and the centre of attention, if they liked it or not. Unless the world changed dramatically in the future. If Izuku's theory that Quirks were the dominant gene, and that, if people who possessed Quirks continued to survive and reproduce, the Quirked would be dominant, and that might detract the bizarre appearances of some of the more inhuman appearing individuals, if just by the process of everyone else having these powers ... But that might take decades. Centuries, was far more likely. Until then, Mutation type Quirks, and those who had clear and obvious adaptations would continue to stand out for miles.

When someone looked like that, it made spying on someone that you didn't want to be seen by all that much harder. And for Mina, she did not, that was her brother.

It wasn't a wonder that she hadn't recognised him in the month that she'd been here – He had completely revamped his appearance since she had seen him late. A year ago, when he was eighteen, he possessed long, yet curly brown hair, the colour inherited from their mother, while the curls from their father. He had gone out of his way to colour his now ear-length hair, now a platinum white colour. He was also far skinnier when she had last seen him, and a lot shorter. Now, he would tower over her, and possessed muscle that put their dorm mate Sato's frame to shame. Along his right forearm, he had a tattoo as well, inked in black, the kanji for 'Quirked Control'. He was a completely different person to the boy that she had grown up with.

And now he was working at Yuuei as a guard.

Only two days had passed since this particular revelation had made itself known to the pink skinned girl, and she had already learned a lot about his routines and duties. It had become an obsession for her, whenever classes were no longer on, or when the group didn't need something for the Hero planned debut next week. In careful sneaking, and eavesdropping without getting too close, and without being seen, by some miracle, she had gathered this information thus far.

He was one of the higher ranking members of the staff. A sergeant, at such a young age. He apparently possessed a talent for leadership, which he gained by being able to talk and be friendly with his fellow co-workers, even those below him, so that they saw him more as a friend than a superior officer, and followed his orders without question because they explicitly trusted him, above all else. Even the knowledge that his younger sibling was Quirked wasn't enough to shake the faith that they had in him. His daily routine was one that he followed every single day, to the letter – When he arrived, he would be on patrol duty around the school grounds, and would do so until lunch. He would then guard the main gate out of the school grounds until he was relieved of duty, at around Six PM. He then retired to the guard's quarters, before leaving again to do a few late night patrols, which he seemed to spend talking to his group rather than look out for curfew breakers – Possibly because he didn't think anyone would actually dare risk it.

Showed how much he knew.

What happened in the quarters, and when he slept, when he left, how long he had been working for the school, and above all, why he was working for the school, were all questions that remained unanswered.