𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴

01. to (NOT) be a hero

[kill your heroes]

No matter how strong, no matter how smart, no matter how kind you seem to act, you can never be a hero.

Even with a quirk, the potential it's given you is a life of misery. Don't try to be a hero, your quirk is nothing but a painful reminder of the past and a threat to your future. Hide your face and hide your powers. Get a regular job. Disguise yourself. Get a life. Forget about trying, no one will accept that!

(No one will accept you!)

That's the reality Hinata Rinko was born into. Many times she'd heard the spiel, from counsellors, teachers, officers, her own mother, even.

Even her father, who caused this mess for her by having children in the first place. Even he told her it's better to let go.

And she listened.

She hid her face, kept her head down, flipped through magazines and went through school, not wanting anyone to notice her during the day. There was plenty of time to think when she lived in an apartment on her own, easily left in her thoughts and fears all alone. It meant she didn't have to worry about family stress either, which her  gradual transition into introvertedness counted as a blessing. Even her own mother was afraid of her, it burdened her to bear such a child that she'd turned to spirits and her eyes were often clouded over when she saw what she created.

(What the hell? Why'd Kamisama make me deal with that?!)

Rin knew the way she lived her life was for the best, it kept her mom healthy and others happy. Always wearing a hood, isolating herself from other students, too scared to reveal herself. Caution, she believed, is always right. A guard must be up at all times.

It wasn't what she wanted.

What she wanted? To be a hero, so she could overcome her fears in the face of adversity. To shake the grip others had on her life. To show people she wasn't who she was born to be. Because she could, because she didn't feel like being a villain. She didn't want to be breezing by like wind and stay invisible in her own prison of fears.

Fuck that.

To others, that sounded the furthest from a character who wanted to be a hero. That was fine with her. So long as it got her where she wanted to be.

She didn't deny her genes under the hood as good looking, having stormy blue eyes and perfectly smooth skin girls envied, a chocolate that shone gold in the sun. Her lashes were dark and her cheeks a little chubby. And her knotty waves rested in the hood, though it reached her back and was often tied back. But she looked too much like someone she loathed, and she didn't like to be reminded of it. Or remind anyone else. Not to mention, despite the fact that pretty was a way to describe herself, like most people with good looks she couldn't shake the feeling of just not being up to standards everyday. Especially considering you could definitely call that person stunning, but your jaw wasn't going to drop because of their looks.