Iron Maiden

Inspiration

Quirks. You know what they are. These special DNA strands in our genes that grant us special abilities at random. We never know what we'll get, if we do get one that is, and how flashy it will be. Do I really need to go over them?

I'll also assume you know the history of Quirks when they were first discovered. If you don't, I'll give you brief run down on the history. Quirks are discovered due to a glowing baby; soon more started appearing, people thought it was good while others said no, war happened till the government said heroes are now a job, everyone lived happily ever after (or at least should have instead of crying about it more).

But none of that matters. You're reading this because you are interested in me, and why wouldn't you be? I created most of the simple, and most complex things in life today. From a simple miniature robot that's sole purpose is to pass butter on your table to the freakin' Oasis for Virtual Reality. Yeah, I make life awesome. But...you aren't here for that. You're here because you want to know the why. Why am I a hero? What drove me to be one? Why the hell did I marry that guy? Okay maybe not that last part, but still, why am I a hero? Well, I'll tell you why. This is not only the story of how I became the most intelligent being on the planet, but also of how I became the 2nd greatest hero. ...What? Were you expecting number 1? Pfft, no one can beat Deku.

Let's start off with my childhood for a brief moment.

I was only 4 when my Quirk was manifested, but as exciting as it was, I learned that it was almost useless. My Quirk wasn't a physical one, nor was it a mental one. All it could do was let me see up to 5 kilometers or 3 miles, away from my current position. To some, it was cool, but to most...it just meant they could bully me.

"Hahahaha! Your Quirk is useless!"

"Why do you want to become a hero? You can't even fight!"

"Seeing far away? You won't need that when my fist is in your face!"

"You will never be a hero!"

"Yeah, Hatsume! You will never be hero with a Quirk that pathetic!"

Everyone at school kept pushing me around because of this. I tried to keep to myself all the time, but they would always keep coming and remind me how unlucky I am.

It never got easier in middle school either. Some of the same bullies went to the same middle school as me, and...it really only got worse. There were times when they pushed and shove, slam me into a wall, throw my stuff everywhere, destroy my work, and at one point in 8th grade, accused me of looking at some boy's sexual reproduction organ, AKA, his penis from a far away distance.

Now, you're probably asking yourself, how could they do such horrible acts to a poor girl like me? Simple. They can. No one punished them for it, and even when I did tell someone, which was all the time, they tell me "they'll handle it." They never did. So, what choice did I have but to take it? I could have fought back, but what would that prove other than I let them win? I never let the villains win; I will always win because heroes need to win in order to save the day. Maybe they lose a battle or two, but never the war.

Of course, I was utterly depressed at school, but at home, the situation was better. My family had Quirks too. My father's quirk was only able to make him see more colors than the average eye can see. As for my mother, her eyes were able to see in the dark, night vision. Those weren't in demand, so my dad became a brilliant artist while my mother didn't want to be a hero or even work a job. She just wanted me in her eyesight. Her small, pink-haired, crazy, somewhat self-centered, mechanic princess. You really don't need to know much about my childhood life, so let's skip to the juicy stuff.