❛ Rose-colored boy I hear you making all that noise About the world you want to see And oh, I'm so annoyed 'Cause I just killed off what was left of The optimist in me
But hearts are breaking, and wars are raging on And I have taken my glasses off You got me nervous I'm right at the end of my rope A half empty girl Don't make me laugh, I'll choke ❜
— Paramore, Rose-Coloured Boy
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In a world where everyone has not just super powers, or as they were colloquially known as, quirks, but a piece of their being inextricably tied to another, it's difficult for people to stand on their own. Heroes and villains take to the streets like comic book characters. The world carries on in the only way it can.
Unknowable magics entwine the world. Ancient gods, long since sent to slaughter. A society, crumbling at the foundations. Rot and corruption seep through the cracks. Yet the broken can be fixed, cracks can be mended. Cruelty and chaos bare their teeth in threat, love and order pour forth from the bloodied wounds. The moon had sent out a reminder that the world has long since needed a reminder of - despite your power, you are not a god.
Matching halves and hearts, a dark present but a hope for the future and shenanigans along the way.
or, alternatively,
━ Hannah Jade was a regular-ish Aussie teen before moving to Japan and enrolling the general studies department at UA high, but it is truly difficult to maintain regularity whilst hiding a mythical secret... what was the school's motto again, Plus Ultra.
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[please note: despite the longer summary being quite out-there, this fic focuses more on the light-hearted slice of life elements and will follow the general plot of mha/bnha.]
