Only on chance |BNHA fan-fiction|

Chapter 1

I walked downstairs slowly, my half black half scarlet hair flowing behind me. "Hey dad." I greeted, going into the Kitchen. "Can I borrow some money to buy some flowers?" I asked.

"Of course," Father said.

Today was the most important day of the entire year.

It was the day my mom had died.

It was about 5 and a half years ago.

There was a huge fight between my mother, my father, and a villain named all for one.

My father's stomach had to be sewed back together, leaving a nasty scar.

And my mother . . . Her spine had been broken into 2 pieces, and part of her skull had been shattered. She had to be put in a coma to try and save her.

But even if she survived, she would've been paralyzed from the waist down.

Her life would've been over.

If I had been there, All for one would've been dead from the moment he touched my mom.

My father gave me some money, and I went to the closest flower shop.

"Do you have any Gloxinias  and Azaleas?" I asked as I walked into the shop. "In the color red?"

Those were her favorite flowers. She said they reminded her of my fiery hair. They reminded her of they way that at first sight, she fell in love with the color of my eyes, my thin locks of hair, and the way I curiously looked at the world around me.

I paid for the flowers and left the shop.

How did my mother deal with me as a child?

I was so explosive and annoying.

She was so patient, and loving, and tolerant. She didn't let her hero work get in the way of raising her children.

Unlike someone else I know . . .

The only reason he has more time is because he can only do about 3 hours of actual hero work now.

But . . . I still love him.

But I've always been a mommy's child.

In the eleven years that she knew me, I had grown to love every bit of her.

I was one of the people that she could rely on.

I remember the day very clearly. I was eight years old when she had come back form work looking really stressed.

Dad wasn't home yet, and I needed help on some of my homework.

I heard her crying softly in her office, so I had opened the door and asked her what was wrong. She had tried to pretend that everything was okay for a bit, but me being the blunt child I was, said one thing that made her burst into tears. 

"I thought you never lied to people, Mommy. I thought you never lied just so that someone else can be happy."

When it came to her family, she was extremely transparent.

It turns out, that she had been fighting a villain of which had made several buildings collapse with his quirk. And in one of those building was her friend and her family.

Out of the one thousand people she had saved that day, she wasn't even able to save her best friend. Even worse, her friend had three children, and was expecting one more.

They all died that day.

That day, i decided that being a hero, no matter how amazing it seemed on the surface, was a tragic job.