Reality has two meanings, much like how there are two types of people in the world. Those whom wish to become a hero, be heroic, support the road of truth and justice. And the villains. Those whom still fight for what they believe is right, they fight for their own reasons. However they follow a dark and violent road. This is how our world is divided. Good and evil. The naughty and the nice. It has always been that way. It is the way our world was defined.
However, I believe there to be a third option. Another meaning. Another path that is neither light or dark. It is empty, where the road behind those whom follow it, disappears along with their meaning of this world. People that fight for themselves because no one else will. The true survivors of todays society.
I'm not sure how I ended up here, in All Mights apartment. Better yet, I'm not sure how All Might ended up as a small limp man. I just sat in my rather uncomfortable chair, as he was the sink washing his hands. I wasn't sure if this was what people call an awkward silence or not. I remained quite, just watching blankly as he came back over, drying his hands on his trousers.
"Very well then, Miss (Y/N), that room over there will be your room, you can decorate it how you see fit. Also your going to need some clothes, I will take you shopping soon. I have some business to attend to, just get some sleep or something." He left me alone in the apartment as he went on his way to do something. I wonder what could be so important?
He may have told me about his quirk fading, I don't believe that is the whole story. There has to be more to it than that, quirks don't just... fade away. I walk into my room to find four bare white walls and a single bed against the wall. But what was most concerning was the bared window. I roll my eyes at such efforts. Sitting on the bed, flopping down to stare at the white ceiling. I tugged at the bracelet around my wrist. It was quite tight and completely unnecessary. Rolling over, my face in the sheets of the bed. Suffocation perhaps?
I knew at some point I would give in to the thought, I decided that I was going to go out and see what All Might is up too. In a situation like this, a normal villain would escape, proceed to be a villain, however I am not as pathetic as them. It doesn't matter weather I am a villain or not, I will accomplish my goal. Plus I'm pretty sure this bracelet has some form of tracker in it. I dont wish to waste my efforts away.
I exited the apartment and made my way to the outside. Before I go to find All Might, I had to go see Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, I haven't been there in so long. I wonder what kind of condition its in today. I make my way down to the beach, noticing how much this place has changed since I was last around. I spent most of my life in Tokyo, but I was born here and lived here until I was 7. Fading memories of this place. How enjoyable.
I took note of each alley way, each and every turn, places to avoid in case I was ever allowed out on my own again.
I slowly approached the beach, and it was underwhelming to say the least. There was garbage everywhere. I didn't know how to react or what to do now. Do I clean it?
"You are not allowed to use your quirk under any circumstances."
It might appear a challenge without the use of my quirk, but I think I could still get it done in a few days or so. Not that my quirk would be much help regardless.
This is what is wrong with humanity, we are pigs, slaves to the system of money and greed. But once we are done with our objects, we throw them away as if they have lost all use. Creating more problems and the unwillingness to clean up their messes. Its kinda gross.
Villains a greedy for power, money, authority. They want what they want and they take it with force. Hero's are no better. There is no such thing as a hero being a hero just to save people. No such thing at all. They are driven by greed, for fame, money and power. Its just a cycle, that goes round and round.
No one is pure and honest.
I manage my way through the jungle of thrown away goods, when I noticed All Might with a small boy. He couldn't be any taller than 166cm, and he must have been around 14 years old. He had green curly hair, which was not kept very well, and by the looks of it, emerald green eyes with freckles dusting his rosey cheeks. He looked... kind of familiar. He was quite slim, no muscle to the boy whatsoever. No fat either. Looking at him, his aura, his stance and his clothes, I can tell that he is quirkless. I see his eyes looks to the side, towards me.
I quickly darted away, I don't exactly want to be caught be All Might. But at least now, I know what he is doing. He is training this kid. For what I am unsure, without a quirk its pretty hard to get around. He will need all the help in the world.
I start to make my way back to the apartment, when I noticed something I also haven't seen in a while, and had to play. An arcade. The only problem was that I had no money. That can soon be solved. Conveniently for me, there seemed to be some snobby rich people walking down the street. I dont mind if I do. I walk towards them, looking at the ground. 'Accidentally' bumping into one of them. As we collided, I searched each pocked in his jacket, being sure to be swift and light about it. Once finding it, I grabbed it and pulled away. A few second it took to steal, hours of games to be played. I walk off ass if never happened as he dusted himself off. I never noticed the strange hue in hair that he had. Half red, half white. With a nasty scar.
I went back on my way to the arcade to see what kind of games they had. Are they new ones?
"Please ma'am, please spare some money for me and my child." A battered lady came up to me, begging. She looks frail, tired and weak. A small girl trailing behind her. I grimaced at their condition. How do people end up like this in a city full of riches.
I sat on the plain bed, analysing the ID cards of the owner of the wallet.
"Todoroki Shouto. As in Endeavours child." I scoffed. What an unlucky child.
"Well Mr Todoroki, your money has been donated to two homeless people in need of food. We appreciate your donation and hope to hear from you soon." I talked to myself as I put the wallet under the bed mattress to hide it.
I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, allowing the darkness to take over. Allowing sleep to consume me. And hearing the voice call out to me.
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