Colour Coded (BNHA fanfic ft my OC)

Chapter 39

" So what's for tonight, Joel?" Emi asked while blindfolded. She was outside the dorms and was ready for another lesson.

' Nothing much... Just listen...' He said in a softer voice than usual. Emi tried to focus on what he wants she turned a few times and bumped into a tree. ' Hehe, listen to your surroundings kid. Tell me, what do you hear?' She wasn't sure how to answer, what did he meant? This exercise reminds her of something. ' Remind you of anything? I'll give a hint : Green. Oh wait, that's the answer. Wait- Damn it, I just ruined it.'

" You...knew...?" Joel was silent but she knew he meant yes. " ... I remember that Green you used to try and teach me this. 'Listen to the sounds life lets you listen. Every step, chirp or even the flow of the wind.' That's what she told me." She quoted. " And with every sound, every feeling, comes a message. Where you are and where you've been, also where you might be.." They said together.

' She taught me a few things that help me get through life.' Emi smiled acknowledging that fact. This was good news, he knew more than she thought. He'll be able to clear all this up when they...Ah, right. How can they return? That wall won't break under their terms, no. She started to feel down again and Joel noticed. ' Hey, kid. You alright?'

" I need to sit this out..." She said as her eyes were turning black with fury. Sometimes her Quirk backfires when she's restraining herself from bursting. She sat down under a tree and pulled her earphones, she plugged in her mp3 and listened as she watched the clouds shift. She's not supposed to be out here at this hour, nope, but screw it. It felt strange to her, she's more tired than usual these days. 

 Unfortunately, rules are rules. And there's no way she's sleeping out here, so she dragged herself back to dorms. She climbed onto the porch and just crashed onto her bed.

' Kid, hey get up.' Emi rose up lazily. She got out of bed at looked at the clock. It was 7 p.m., quite late. ' You're gonna be late for school.'

" No, I'm not. It's Saturday, Joey." She yawned. This was unlike him, something's up. " What did you do?"

' Not much, look at your laptop.' He said cheerfully. She sat down with a cup tea and checked her laptop. There was an image of a hero on the screen. His profile showed exactly who he was. ' This was your dad. Pretty cool right?' She stared at his features for a moment, looking at him carefully.

 He was tall and very good looking. A charming signature smile that makes most women blush, his hair was combed back and his ocean blue eyes had an understanding gaze. Looking at him closely, his features weren't much different from hers. Her grandmother had told her she resembled him. He was known as the charming Calligraphic Hero : Calibrush. His weapon was a long staff with a brush at the end. A medium to control the movement of his ink.  

' He's great reference for your fights, if you want to that is. I won't force you, but he's got great skills that maybe you can pick up.' He said as Emi continued to stare. She found a few videos af a few fights he had. 

 The skill he demonstrated was immense, especially on building structures. Unlike Emi's spikes his work was more complex, including drawing whole bridges and buildings or complex structures that he uses to stabilize buildings or save people. He was as elegant as he was wreck less,  that as the nature of an artist and his art.

 What really stirred her curiosity was how he was able to control the way he wanted the ink to move. That brush, that was the ticket to more control. But there was a flaw, it's a bit big and difficult to control for her. It's easier to just move her hands, even if her builds were basic. The idea struck, she flipped open her notebook and started sketching her plans. She'll need help from a support class student. Midoriya had required something from one of them, maybe she could ask the same person.

" Midoriya," She called as she arrived at the main living room. " I need help. Do you know anyone in support class who could make these?" She handed him the sketches and he smiled.

" Woah, these are really detailed...Sure." He smiled cheerfully then he stopped, something was off. " Are you okay? You look more tired than usual."

" Hmm? No, I'm fine." She replied in her motionless tone.

 Emi did a flip to the side as she dodged the clone. She tried to move but received a kick that drove her back. She remembers her father's style of fighting and thought how much it differed from her. She let out a breath, feeling a bit under the weather. She wished her father had lived long enough to teach her some things. While she was distracted Ectoplasm stricked and was about to land a kick.

" What the hell...?" Was all Aizawa could say as the figure blocked and pushed his opponent back. The figure stood tall in his ink facade. As charming as he looked he was but a monochromatic ink version of the real Calibrush. Emi stared with curiosity, did she make that? She imagined him moving with attacks like how he fought and the ink figure responded by acting according to the style.   

" Moving in the dark." It sang exactly in his voice as it fought, Emi must have been thinking about the song he sang as a cover. Yes, she listened to it. She remembered the rhythm and the figure moved according  to the rhythm. When the clone was destroyed, the figure dissipated. A new limit to her Quirk had been unlocked.

" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, GREY EYES???" Bakugo asked, well shouted, in disbelief.