Will Of The Heart

Chapter 1

That rain. Those patters of that blue liquid that drips from the heavens. A scream pierces through the night as thunder roars loudly. A 12 year old blonde girl drops a glass as people break into her home. Three men with a crowbar and two guns make their way into the house; chuckling as they discuss what their plan was before stumbling across the girl.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" They question as the girl holds up her hands in fear, trying to stop the guys from getting closer; grabbing her by her arms and forcing her onto the couch. "Heh, the guy said that should have all been out. Did you know that they had a daughter?"

"Nah, but this is a pleasant surprise. Tell us: what's your name, beautiful?" The guy with the crowbar asks as the metal skimmed her leg; the girl looking at them, terrified. "Tell us, toots. Spit it out, we'll try not to bite."

A few snickers filled the air as the girl took in a shaky breath, her long blonde strands now glued to her forehead as she looked around at the group of men before shaking her head. "Cut! No! I don't want to do this! Mom, make it stop!" The girl screams as the studio lights cut on and the director groans in annoyance before standing up from his seat.

"Alright, cut! Katsumi, what the actual fuck was that? You're a model, goddamn it! Why in the world are you making our job harder than it needs to be! You are supposed to show off the underwear we're making. The guys are supposed to break into your house, threaten to hurt you, pin you down, boom you show off the underwear willingly to avoid getting hurt and you're done. We voice over the narrator in some parts and you get your pay. What's so hard about that, you little brat?" The director shouts as the 12 year old cries.

"Miko, why don't we take a little break? She's too young for this type of modeling." Mitsuki hums, opening her arms for her little girl to rush into them; holding her close as the director huffs in annoyance. "There, there. I have you. Can you please tell me what's wrong, my love?"

"I-I don't want to be a model. C-can I please just go to school like normal?" She whimpers, her blonde hair being pushed out of her face as a light kiss is placed on her forehead.

"But you're beautiful, Kat... I just want the world to see how gorgeous you are. If that is what you wish, I'll see what I can do about your contract."

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Kat: Oi, I'm dropping by your school during your lunch

Izu: What?! Why?

Kat: Inko told me that you left your fucking ring and lunch bag, so I'm dropping those off

Izu: Oh... ok

Kat: Fucking nerd

Sighing, Izuku pockets his phone as he waits for the lunch bell to go off. He listens to Aizawa drone on about analytics and data analysis while the clock ticks softly in the distance.

A few short moments pass before the bell blares and students begin to shuffle around the classroom in their cliques. "Midoriya-kun! We're heading to the cafeteria! Are you coming?"

"O-oh! Um no... sorry Uraraka-chan, I'm meeting with someone for lunch. Maybe tomorrow?" He flushes as she tilts her head in confusion, eyeing him.

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you meeting?" She questions as his face turns a deeper shade of pink.

"Um... just....!" He tries to excuse as his phone goes off again as he pulls it out.

Kat: Your principal let me in, I'm coming up to your classroom cuz you didn't meet me at the gate idiot