Higanbana - Todoroki Shouto

Prologue (1)

「Prologue & Beginnings」

HIGANBANA flowers are used to express deep sorrow and grievance, these red lilies bloom during funeral hours. They have a distinctive look towards them. Their thin legs that sprout far from its center, the striking colors of red.

(Y/n) twirled the stem of the flower gently as her uncle extracted bits of her blood and skin. The pain was somewhat bearable, these simple moments becoming into everyday routines. She took a sip of her coffee and remained immobile as her uncle continued his work.

She heard stories about her father occasionally from her uncle. He used to be within the Marine, born in America, went to Vietnam and fought viciously. He had lost a leg and was executed. Despite his death being announced, it was unsettling to realize that he was seen countless times wandering in various areas. He was an Ajin just like she was.

Immortal.

(Y/n) gently licked her lips before staring at her uncle. Her blood glistening through the small tubes. He told her countless times that they were very useful in developing the secret weapon to kill All Might, the Symbol of Peace.

Sometimes it gives her a sick feeling inside, knowing that these wannabe "Nomus" were just simple clones of her with boosted strength. They looked disgusting and horrid. Although, she believes her uncle could care less grooming him to look like America's Next Top Models. He just as brain-dead like a zombie. His brain was exposed while his nasty beak was covered in drool.

❝Uncle, do you know anything else about my father?❞ (Y/n) turned to face the T.V that showed various crimes reported by the media.

All for One packages the samples into small containers and sighed. He was quite resentful of (Y/n)'s mother. Born quirkless and useless in various aspects. Despite her lack of supernatural powers, she fell in love with an Ajin and gave birth to a perfectly healthy girl. Sadly, she died after grasping onto her daughter for the first time. The pain that grew inside of her blossomed and took over her frail body.

❝You're oddly curious about your father, aren't you?❞ She hummed in response and crossed her legs.

❝What piqued your interest in him?❞

(Y/n) smiled and tilted her top hat down dramatically.

❝Whats wrong with having a little father and daughter bonding time, hmm?❞ She hoisted herself off of the stool and walked towards the door.

A mischievous smile crept up on her lips as she held onto the door.

❝This room is stuffy don't you think? I'm heading for a walk.❞ Her heels clicked against the ground softly and the jingle of the bell rang inside the bar.

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You crossed your fingers behind your back as you gently hummed a small tune. The roads were buzzing with crowds minding their own business. The sight of a small girl and her father figure sending you shivers down your spine. Perhaps you were slightly jealous.

What would it be like if you met your father?

Would you two be the killing duo of the century?

Or go on living together as a normal family?

Those thoughts ran through your mind like dozens of cars rushing down highways. A couple of bystanders pointed at your absurd hat that stuck a few cords inside of them. A villain is walking through the streets, or was it a villain? You certainly looked like one based on your confident and sinister appearance, but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

A large crash and boom circulated the main street, heroes zooming towards there instantly as if Batman's symbol was projected into the sky, their calling call.

You felt your body tremble in excitement.

❝What kind of surprise will this be?❞

With the click of your boots, you sprinted into the streets.