A woman's scream pierced through the air, drawing my attention down the street. A woman was knocked down to the ground.
A muscular man with four arms had snatched her bag and was running my way. Hm.
People jumped out of the way in fear of the possible harms he could do. But I remained in my spot in the middle of the sidewalk. The man neared, making me see him better.
He's very muscular. So much that his veins are popping up to his skin. He has a head of midnight blue hair and a large crooked nose that makes me believe it's been broken quite a few times.
"Out of my way!" His gruff voice demanded as he ran straight for me. I blinked, tilting my head a bit. A few people screamed in fear for me. He brought back one arm and threw a punch to knock me down and out of the way.
I ducked down, avoiding it, before springing back up and bringing my arm back and delivering a strong punch to him. I felt his nose break under my fist and he flung back ten feet due to my strength.
He hit the cement sidewalk, cracking and breaking it a bit at the force he hit. He rolled a bit before laying on his back, eyes rolled back into his head.
"Eh? That was quick." I muttered incoherently, walking over to him. Blood is gushing out of his nose profusely and he is definitely not getting up anytime soon.
I scooped up the blue leather bag and looked forward. The woman was running over, a bewildered look on her face. "Here you go miss." I grinned. She took it, nodding every so slightly. "Thank you. Wow. That was amazing." She spoke, still a bit dazed.
I rubbed the back of my head, my long blonde hair moving at the motion. "It's no problem at all." I assured her.
"Ayame!" My eye twitched at the all too familiar voice. I slowly turned to see a tall, scrawny man behind me, basically a bag of bones with angular facial features and long limbs.
He has blonde hair just like mine and piercing blue eyes that are narrowed on me. He wore clothes that are far too big for him and he has a scowl on his face.
I laughed nervously, eye twitching as a light drizzle of sweat dropped from my forehead. "Oh, hi Uncle Toshinori." He kept his scowl. Oh boy. "Ayame, they didn't have the banana flavor so I got you cherry-." My sister had walked over, a bag from the convenient store draped over her arm.
She had stopped upon sensing the mood and looked from me, the guy passed out on the sidewalk, to Uncle Toshinori, then back at me.
She sighed loudly, already knowing what had happened without having to ask.
"Ayame, Toa, come on." Uncle Toshinori turned and began walking away, leaving us to follow. "I literally left you by yourself for five minutes." Toa whispered. I merely laughed.
My sister and I are twins, but we look different. I have long, wavy, blonde hair like our fathers and Uncle Toshinori whereas she has a deep, straight, black hair like our mothers. And where as she has their blue eyes, I inherited moms blood red ones. Although they can turn blue when I use my Quirk to its fullest extent.
We don't really look much alike aside from our bone structures. But we're fraternal twins, not identical.
Once the three of us were on an isolated road, Uncle Toshinori turned to us, his eyes narrowed on me. "What do you think you were doing? You aren't supposed to go after crooks or Villains." He began to scold.
I frowned a bit at that. "Eh?! I didn't do anything though. I was just standing there and he attacked me. So I defended myself. That's still allowed, right?" I asked.
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Call of a Hero (BNHA/My Hero Academia)
FanfictionThe path to becoming a Hero isn't easy. It's hard. It will try and stop you, it will try to take you down, it will give you the most difficult challenges you've ever faced. But that's why if you're really serious, you gotta go through it with every...