You Don't Know Anything - A BNHA Fanfiction

Prologue

It had all started on the day I slipped up, showed my quirk to the world. My parents were both owners of popular hero agencies in the district. I had never seen them that much but when I did they always told me, "Never show the world your quirk, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES." they told me. I was picked on at school for "not having a quirk" and that was how it always was. I had a few friends here and there, but sometimes they would ditch me for another friend with a quirk they would show off.

I felt so alone then. I felt like there was nobody that could ever understand me, all the pain and suffering. When I was 7, I had an older sister, she now runs her own hero agency. It has been so long since I have seen her at home. But the day I slipped up, was my last. When I got home, my parents were furious, they said that I disobeyed them. At that moment, I had reached my breaking point, I couldn't hide my quirk any longer. So I told my parents this.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! UNABLE TO USE MY QUIRK THAT I WAS BORN WITH! WHAT IS THE POINT IN HAVING ONE IF I CAN'T EVEN USE IT! I AM TIRED OF LIVING THESE DAYS OF KNOWING THAT IF I SLIP UP, I WILL REGRET IT! REMEMBER KIOKO, YOU NEVER TOLD HER "HIDE YOUR QUIRK FROM SOCIETY" NOW DID YOU! SHE IS NOW ONE OF THE TOP FEMALE PRO HERO'S OF ALL TIME! I WILL BE A HERO ONE DAY, EVEN IF I WILL REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIVING DAYS! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!"

But that day, I left home, and never came back. I had no were to go, no were to stay. I had sneaked into a hotel to stay in, but I got caught, so I had to leave. But 1 week of living on the streets, I had found a welcoming family. At first I was shy, but then they welcomed me to stay at their house, so I accepted. It has been 5 years that I have lived their, and it felt like home. The family had a Husband, A Wife, and a boy the same age as me at the time. He had blond , spikey hair. At first we didn't get along but after awhile, we had a brother sister bond, as if we were family. We sometimes don't get along, but deep down inside, we still care for each other.

This is my story.

This was my story