BNHA Storybook Collection

Timeless (OC)

You know, have you ever wondered how your own life would ever go down? Did you imagine what kind of person you'd end up being, if you made others proud, if you ever...well, achieved anything?

That would've been the case for many around me. Why else when everyone these days had some super, fancy ability which seemed to defy everything in everyday lives? Shoot fire, accelerate objects, blow things up to kingdom come and whatnot.

These days, having a quirk was the norm.

And I wasn't any different. Just, no one really knew what it was. Except me, that is. I just never bothered to tell anyone once I found out most of my powers. Hehe, you should've seen my parents' face back when I was visiting my doctor about it!

"Mr. and Ms. Kibo. By all due respect, I cannot conclude what type of quirk your son has. There've been no physical changes, no increases in brain activity, not even some sort of change in his senses!", exclaimed the poor sap during our visit.

"But there has to be something! He's shown symptoms of developing one, no?" Oh, my poor mother. She couldn't really think how my future would go on if others found out how I never used my Quirk. Even as she was clinging to my small frame, the tuft of black hair on my head being smothered by her hand, it was evident how restless she had to have been back when I was 4 years old.

"Sharade...please, he already diagnosed him," was the only response of my old man. He was quite buffed, yet hairy around his face and chest which would've made me wanna gag nowadays. But...I guess I got used to it after a while.

Heh...I really miss th-

*Thud* "O-Oww..." Whatever that noise was, it knocked me out of my daydreaming. The bright sun above me glared down with its heat, trees and shrubbery adorning all the grass and pebble roads of this park. I could still feel the texture of squeaking wood under me. 'Good...I can still feel stuff.'

'Now, what about the no-'

"O-Oww! I-It hurts!" *Sob*

...

What I certainly didn't expect to see was a little girl crying next to, having seated next to me on the bench I had been resting on up until a few minutes ago. She was clutching her knee in discomfort, jeans ripped and the skin under it scraped.

Next to her layed a plastic water bottle on its side, with its contents gently swaying from her rocking leg. Sunlight would reflect from the surface onto my eyes, yet what bugged me more was how I could see my own reflection in it. That damn tuft hair, these dumb eyes, that...dang face!

It was too perfect. So perfect that I felt foreign in my own body-

'No, no. Stop. There's a kid injured next to you and weeping. Get your priorities together.'

With a sigh, I took out a little handkerchief from my pocket while grabbing the little girl's beverage. "Hey, kid."

I seemed to have gotten her attention at least, judging how her head seemed to turn towards me, blonde locks with brown irises staring into my soul. "W-Who are y-"

"Ikkio. Just...call me Ikkio." Now she was focused on me, the non-angry frown probably still on my face. "Would you like to see a magic trick?"

For a brief second, the girl would have that gleam of joy in their eyes, which died down as she turned towards her injury again. "W-What m-magi-"

Which, I might've forgot was already disinfected with water and bandaged with my piece of expensive cloth.

Ah yeah...my Quirk. I never told you what it was, did I? Well, dumbed down: I could freeze and resume time on my own will. There was no fancy pose, no hand movements and certainly no transformation. It just happens when I want it to, like as if my mind just registers it automatically.