The First Generation

Wrapping Up The Hard Part

Surrounding Yuuei, there wasn't all that much. Musutafu was visible in the distance, but that was just about the only thing for quite a while. The goal had been for the Quirked to be away from the general, Quirkless public. Out of sight and, hopefully, out of mind. It never worked that way though. Never in history.

People would go out of their way to try and torment those who were disliked and pushed aside by society and governments. Every single time. Really, the only difference was that as time had gone on, they had gotten better at hiding what was essentially a forced relocation, making it nicer and feel less like they were being pushed aside, but being given a home, and compensated for the necessity of having to get the to move.

Which was always pointless. When dealing with a group as despised and minor as the Quirked, unless people agreed to the move willingly, it never got rid of the underlying issue. Sure, there were some, exceedingly rare cases where relocation was best for everyone involved, like a natural disaster, poor living conditions, or environmental disaster. But a selective process like this? It wasn't even subtle. Even those who came willingly knew that it was little more than a prison.

Just pushing the issue aside never fixed it. It just delayed the inevitable return and the need to find a solution. Right now, no one wanted to find a solution to the Quirked problem. Too concerned by fear, or bigotry, or public opinion to even offer some kind of solution outside of keeping the status quo.

And then they got angry when the Quirked stood up for themselves. It was... Endlessly frustrating, to say the least.

Still... There was at least one good thing that came out of Yuuei being so tucked away from everyone else, Izuku supposed.

The sunrise was beautiful from here.

Musutafu sat on the east of Yuuei, which meant that it was in the direct line of sight of the rising sun. Shining light shone through the cracks of the tallest buildings at first, coincided with the sky changing from blacks and dark blues, the pinks and light oranges. Slowly, the sun would rise up above those skyscrapers, and the sky would begin to burn a brilliant colour. The hills and landscape were blacked out at first, until colour gently returned to the Earth, and shadows too the black of the darkness. Clouds would be dark greys and whites, creating wonderful swirls of colour in the morning sky. Then, the sun would hover over the city, as if it had been built over it by man, to encapsulate the wonders of the society it now served. Like a celestial being watching over the species it had watched grow over the millennia.

Such a simple thing to witness. One of the natural pleasures of the world. Almost like the rising of hope itself.

No matter how dark things got, and no matter for how long, light always, always came back in the end.

That was why Izuku liked to watch a sunrise whenever he got the chance. Somehow, it always made him feel better. Or at the very least, it relaxed him, to remember that nature always brought back the light, and the same could be true of the Human race. No. The same would be true.

If the effort was made.

"How you feeling?"

Izuku looked towards Mina, and then back over the sunrise again. It was time like this that he was glad that their rooms had verandas big enough for more than just one person.

Mina hadn't left his side since their talk that night. She had been there, watching over him and making sure that he was okay, and keeping him in the right frame of mind. As they returned to their patrol, Mina focused on just talking to him, keeping him open, and trying to make him optimistic. An interest Izuku learned was that she loved space and all the efforts made by Humanity to reach beyond their place in the stars. Society might have come to a halt, but that didn't mean that people weren't trying to keep going. Life had to go on. She tried to motivate and keep him optimistic by telling him all about that.