Color Blind | BNHA

Chapter 1

A brush of cold wind stroked my cheeks. Grey-toned leaves swirled lazily in the air, briefly touching my  shoulders before they landed to their intended destination.

"It must be fall." I thought to myself.  I could never be so sure though.

I had some time left before the school bell rang I decided that a detour through the park was a much needed relief as I prepared myself to deal with shit heads later in class. With my hands in my pockets, I tightly hugged my uniform's blazer around me, shielding myself from cool chills sneaking up on my neck and running down my spine. I walked past the gardener who was minding his own business. Young children were laughing across the muffled noise of the leaf blower. Three boys were pushing and pinning each other down on the piles of grey leaves. At first you'd think they're in a vicious brawl but their fits of laughter says otherwise.

"ORANGE, YELLOW, RED!" A small group of little girls chanted repeatedly.

"These leaves are so pretty! - Like me!"  The little girl with short hair said. They all giggled. A warm feeling surged through my body for a slight moment. I made my way to sit on one of the park benches away from all sounds. Here, it was quiet and peaceful. The wind was gentle now. I closed my eyes to reminisce of the last time I described autumn leaves this way.

I was 5 years old, quirk-less still and awaiting for the reveal of my superpower. Will it be fast? Powerful? Physically endearing- like All Might, the symbol of peace? Or will it be as silent, unexpected, and threatening as Eraserhead's? Everyday, I wondered anxiously, in constant rumination of what my quirk would be like. Such power and determination would fill my young heart as I prance around the living room imitating the best pro heroes, wearing DIY pro hero outfits that I took apart and stuck together from my previous Halloween costumes. I'm sure no one has captured more pillow villains than me. Like many others, it was my dream to become a hero.

Quirks started to appear for the kids in my elementary school. It was the biggest buzz for the Grade 2's especially. It was way too much of a struggle for them to keep their quirks as a secret. They flaunted their cool quirks any chance they get. One can turn her body parts 360 degrees, another developed wings and laser sharp eyes. There's even a kid who can create and blast explosions out of their hands, stealing attention from all others. Everyone's examining each other's quirks.  I was in awe.

Lunch would be always be filled with scented pink clouds courtesy of Mika, my best friend.

"OOps, sorry I farted." A pink puff came out of Mika's ass. It spread into a hazy smoke which tranced everyone in the cafeteria to fall in love with her. Like a hoard of fans, all those affected crowded Mika and offered her anything they had, collecting all the snacks, candy and stationary pens. Mika and I both knew, she didn't do that by accident. With her quirk, she's a goddess.

Despite the level of weirdness their quirk possessed, each one was certainly thrilling to watch. I couldn't help but join in their excitement.

Not everyone was lucky however. Being quirkless was every kid's nightmare. It came true for the green haired boy in my class. Little did he know, with my quirk, I was worse off than him.

And the golden day that every kid waited for finally came to me. It happened. And no, it didn't feel like Christmas at all, like Mika said it would. I woke up, my eyes wide open and there's not a colour in sight. Not the mint colour of my bedroom walls nor the (s/c) colour of my skin. Flustered with this sudden experience, I rubbed my eyes frantically, desperately hoping I could simply blink the colours back. My heart sank. Still, everything was black and white, in grayscale, dull, monochromatic. However you want to call it, it was ugly. Through my eyes, I was living in a colourless world. How this quirk could help to others was a complete mystery to me. Hell, it was useless even to myself. My quirk became my weakness.