Connection (Kirishima Eijiro X Reader) ON HIATUS

Prologue

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When I was five, like the other 80% of the population, I manifested my quirk. It wasn't anything too interesting, like my older brother's quirk, however. But it was my mother's, and she used it well enough for someone who wasn't a hero.

She called my quirk 'Warning Sense'. I'd hear a ringing in the direction of where an something dangerous or unwanted would be coming from. Mum used it on nurmerous occasions, like when she'd accidentally knocked over her mug and catch it before it dropped.

I'd gasp in surprise, "Can you tell the future?" I had a big imagination as a kid.

Mum would chuckle and tilt her head, "Something like that, princess."

"Oh! Oh! Can you tell me what we're going to eat for dinner?" I questioned, running up to her and tugging at her shirt.

But at that time, Mum would answer, "Hm... I predict that we'll be eating Udon!" She smiled at me once I said how amazing she was when that night, we did in fact have Udon.

I would soon find out that my mother was the one who'd organise dinner every night.

My quirk manifested at a convenient time, actually. I'd like to think it was fate. But now that I think about it, my quirk could've manifested in the morning and I didn't have a chance to know until that moment.

Since I was five at the time and my brother was only two years older than me at seven, he would try out his quirk and I'd watch. I was sitting on the swing in the backyard, Mirio standing a few feet away trying to phase his hand through a stack of cans.

"You ready, Y/N?" He called from the other side of the can wall.

I swung myself a bit and cheered, "Go, Mirio!"

He had the cans in between us and when he struck his hand, his quirk didn't activate in time so the cans went flying to me.

I had a loud ringing in my ears a second earlier, making me hold my ears and duck down, screaming in pain.

The can flew above my head as Mirio squatted down and comforted me until our mother came outside to ask about it.

"Mirio, what happened?" She said, sounding the most worried she's ever been until then.

Mirio panicked and spoke out, "I don't-I don't... She just screamed and..."

I don't blame him, it's not a usual thing to see.

I was bawling my eyes out and saying, "My-My ears hurt! The noise stopped but my ears hurt!"

Mum stopped for a second, met my gaze with an apologetic look and hugged me close. She said that it would be alright, that I would understand sooner or later.

She explained to me an hour later that I had picked up her quirk. I said I wanted to give it back because I was scared that meant she had lost hers. Mum laughed and said that we could share.

Now, you'd think with such a useful quirk in battle, I wouldn't get hurt that often.

You'd be dead wrong.

In this world of fantasies, includes the idea that one person was made perfectly for another. Little details in people's lives would give a hint of who they'd belong to, who they'd come to love.

It was soon called 'Connections', just like how powers were called 'Quirks'. And just like quirks, there were variations upon variations of them in this world.

My parents had it easy. They said they had the Red String. The said string would attached your pinky to your partners. The string would tighten the closer you became. Although I can't see it, I believe them. Mirio has the Voice, where if a soulmate wanted to contact you, you could hear their tone in your head sparking a conversation.