that's just how it works [REWRITING]

just a thought [prologue]

*as a note, i've decided, after years of not working on this, i'm gonna try and rewrite it before continuing this <3 for a while, i fell out of mha, but my interest is, unfortunately, reigniting in it. and i enjoy writing a lot, so why not resume a project like this? however, i haven't been updated on mha in a while, plus i forgot entirely where this story was going, hence the rewriting. it may be a little slow since this is something i'll do in my free time for fun and enjoyment. i won't stress out and cry because i don't update every week or anything, and you shouldn't either if you're reading this. anyways, since i literally forgot the end goal of this fic, i'll be rewriting and replanning. nothing too major that's already been written will be changed, but i may change small things that conflict with the new direction i take this fic. that being said, enjoy <3

   A middle-aged woman sat in her favorite reclining chair, combing a young girl's hair. This young girl was slowly being lulled to sleep by her guardian's gentle actions and soft humming. She mustered enough energy to turn and look up, a question burning in her brain.

   "Momma?" 

   The woman smiled, tilting her head. "Yes, sweetie?"

   This young girl, so innocent in her thinking and perception of the world, smiled as she asked, "why do you not have a quirk when every other grown-up does?" Why would she think anything of such a question? It's a simple observation from a child.

   However, the mother looked away, her expression darkening.

"That's just how it works, [name]."

...

      The blaring of an alarm woke you from your deep slumber. You groaned, rolling onto your back so you could reach your clock. You slammed your fist down on the snooze button and curled back up under the covers. "Just five more minutes..." You mumbled to yourself.

   It was short-lived, however, as the covers were pulled off of you. You gasp at the sudden cold air biting at your exposed skin. It had been hot the night before, so you fell asleep in a tank top and short shorts. You roll over and look at your lively mother, who stood beside your bed with a smug look.

   "Come on, honey. It's already seven. Get up." Her soothing voice reached your ears and you grumbled, sitting up and turning your alarm clock off. She sets your covers at the end of the bed and leaves your room. You stand and make your bed before slipping on a bathrobe and stumbling to the kitchen.

   You slammed your bowl of cereal onto the table and sat down, digging your spoon into the Cheerios. You were acting rather cranky, sure, but you hadn't slept well the night before. Sure, it's a shitty excuse, but it was one you were rolling with.

   In all honesty, you were thinking about high school. You still needed to enroll in one, but you weren't sure which one would be best. It was bugging you. You had to choose soon so that your application would be ready in time once you graduated. You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. Why did it have to be so difficult?! 

   Placing the empty bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, you hurry back to your room to don your school uniform. On your way back to the living room, you pause right outside the doorway, hearing your mother on the phone.

   "No, I don't want you anywhere near her! Why can't you understand that?" An exasperated sigh left her lips, "I have faith in her. I have faith that she'll become a hero so that people like you are thrown in jail, [your father's name]!"