Chapter 3

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A week had passed since All Might had given me the offer for him to train me. I decided not to, I mever wanted to use my quirk, and I was disabled. It was basically impossible for me to be a hero. Move if i could afford some braces instead of crutches I could, but I can barely afford to live.

The entire week I avoided Izuku, not wanting to dampen his dedication with my decision. I would leave school ad early as possible so I wouldn't walk home with him. I don't seek him out at school, and luckily he doesn't know what class I'm in so he doesn't know where to find me. He would call me asking me about what was going on, and why I wasn't a training. I would tell him an excuse and hang up.

Even if I did want to get trained I wouldn't have time. Every Monday and Thursday I had cram school to go to. It was a program for children in poverty string households to help them get their grades up and into better schools to improve their lives. I was already smart, top of my class, but too much practice wouldn't hurt. Then Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday I work. It's nothing much. I'm just a receptionist at a small hotel. It's only minimum wage, but it helps. On Fridays I go and visit my parents in prison. I'm sure if I didn't they would break out. Then throughtout the days I tutor people for extra money.

Then every day I need to worry about my two younger siblings. They are twins, Aoi, a boy, and Ai, a girl. They may share looks and a birthday, but are polar opposites. At their birth I knew I couldn't take care of them when mom and dad were in jail, so I sought out help. I found my mom's family registery and learned i had an uncle. After a quick internet search I learned the Uncle Matsu owns a Auto body shop in the next city. I hoped on a train and pleaded him for help. He was more than willing even though his younger sister ran away after eloping with a European. He is actually the only person who truly knows what my quirks are. Now whenever my parebts are in jail, my twin siblings stay with him. That doesn't stop me from going to visit them day after day, most nights staying there myself.

It was a Friday and I was helping out at my uncle's garage after I brought the twins from school. They are five, and in kindergarten.They should be developing their quirks soon, as both have two bones in their pinky toes. They were up stairs doing what they classify as homework as I was inspiring some cars engine. They didn't put in coolant and then the engine over heated. I looked around to find it wa only my uncle still left in the shop. "Want me to handle this one?" I asked.

He liked to encourage me to use my quirk. Thanks to that I have a decent holding on turning back time for certain objec, specifically cars. "Why else would i let you be here?" The black haired man asked with a smirk. His quirk was that he could see the past of any object just by touching it. It helped a lot in his profession. He wasn't that tall, like me and my mother. He had brown eyes, and soft features. He was muscular from all the heavy lifting, but nothing compaired to the heroes.

If he was nothing in comparison, I was less than nothing. I'm frail, with barely any meat on my stick body. The only muscle I have is in my arms from constantly holding myself up. I remember when I was young and had what would have been the making a of a six pack. What happened to all that energy I had when I was young? My hair was also black, at an extremely long length in a pony tail, not including the parts that wiggle their way out. I was pale, from my half European ancestors, which is also where my green eyes come from.

I turned my attention back to the car and quick used my quirk to return the engine to a time before it broke. I need to think through every even that degraded the object into the state it was now, then reverse them in my head and will it to come to forition. After that was done I took some coolant and put it in, as the owner should have done months ago.

"Are you sure you don't want to just move in here and work with me?" Uncle Matsu joked and wrapped a greasy arm around my shoulders. I sighed. He's offered it time and time again. My parents aren't bad parents, just had people. They love and care for us, that's what has driven them to such length as theft and villiany just to provide for us. I couldn't take something away they care about. I also haven't told them that I found Uncle Matsu, which he knows.

I just continued to stare down at the fixed engine. So much has been going through my head recently, I could barely keep the smile on anymore. "You're birthday was a couple week ago, if I'm not mistaken," he stated walking back into his office. He was mistaken. My birthday was in three months.

He did that all the time. One tme he got me a smart phone. A week later I sold it for food, and got a simple texting phone. Another time he got me a laptop so I could do homework at home instead of at the library. I needed to sell it to buy the twins new clothes. I thought he learned just to give me money and not things. I know he wants to help.

He came back with a long thin box only with a bow taped on it.  I glanced at him as I started ripping off the tape. I reached in and pulled out the contents, having a flood of emotion wash over me. They were leg brancs, so i could walk without crutches. Tears leaking from my eyes as I searched for the words to say.

"One of my friends has a coworker that needs them, I had them ask to see if they still had an old pair, which they did. They say not be your measurements, but I'm sure we can fix them up in the shop," he told me pulling out the other one. He placed one hand on my head, something he's done since we first met.

I threw myself at him to give him a hug. He quickly grabbed onto me so I wouldn't cause myself any pain. "Why?" I asked into his chest. He left out a soft chuckle.

"The UA entrance exam is in ten months," he said as if it was perfectly on topic, "You need to start training in order to follow your dreams." I started crying more and made the hug tighter. I finally felt happy.

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