A Subtle Seed...

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A boy with curly brown hair was walking down the streets of Japan. He had some of his hair covering the right side of his face, his right eye not visible. He had two blue hair clips holding back hair on the other side of his face showing bright cerulean eyes. His eyes were big and round resembling a certain broccoli boy.

His attire consist of a black blazer with white accents, a beige cardigan underneath, and under that, a white dress shirt. He also wore black slacks and brown dress shoes.

Currently he was walking home, to a traditional Japanese house. Now, you may be thinking, the Todoroki residence? Well, no. He's headed to a house containing of people without parents, yet not an orphanage.

The house stood out a good amount for its placement in the suburbs. The boy saw the house in the distance and sighed. He approached the front entrance to the house and gained a face of irritation.

"I'm not doing this..." He said turning to walk away. Suddenly, from the door a yellow spring like arm shot out and grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him in before the doors shut closed with a bang.

• [Scene Changes or Small Time Skips]

The boy was dragged back upward as the spring like arm coiled back up into a regular limb. The boy frowned in annoyance before looking up at a girl with short, chin-length, blonde hair. She wore a light gray sweater, black tights with a gradient from red to yellow on the back of them, tan, furred boots, and an orange beanie with a gray brim* with red squared markings, and a gray ball at the end.

"Let me go so I can leave." The boy ordered with a scowl. "No can do. You know you're supposed to clean the kitchen today." The girl said releasing him. "Yeah, yeah. I still don't think I should clean a mess I don't make." The boy said with a growl. "Kyoro. I feel the exact same way, but Kiriyu refuses." The girl said revealing the boy's name. "Tch. She really needs to stop snacking so damn much. I swear she raids the kitchen on Fridays on purpose..." Kyoro said crossing his arms. "I need to get to it. Could you be a doll, Min Min, and at least keep her out of there while I clean." Kyoro said walking away.

"I can try." The now named, Min Min said. "But she won't prevail!" Said a girl with long orange hair flying out of the door Kyoro was about to open. The girl threw her body on top of Kyoro in a enthusiastic manner. Kyoro held her up with a tired face. The girl wore a pale red hoodie and black shorts. She had burgundy horns on her head with yellow scratch marks, and a burgundy dragon tail.

[Cultured People know who this is😏]

"You've already raided the kitchen, Kiriyu?" Min Min asked exasperated. "Yup! We need more food." Kiriyu said pushing off of Kyoro. "Well then... change of plans. Going to go restock." Kyoro said walking back to the door. "You don't want any help?" Min Min asked. "Never have. Never will. You know the motto." Kyoro said walking out of the door.

"Wonder where the others were...?" Kyoro thought aloud before leaving the premise.

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Kyoro was now back in the streets of Japan with an irritated look.

He had already grabbed groceries and was cutting through the Tatooin Shopping District before suddenly, an explosion happened behind him, throwing him through the air.

Kyoro hit the ground roughly and rolled against the pavement. People began to scream and run as a slime villain caused explosions, burning and blowing up buildings and stalls.

Kyoro lifted his body up in a daze before gasping at the sight before him. He didn't have any time to watch as a stall flew at him. Kyoro instinctively rolled away but caught some of the debris to the back. Kyoro noticed the almost vacant street with everyone at the end. Kyoro picked himself up and started running before he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He dodged again and watched as a chunk of a building crashed down where he stood. Kyoro flinched before seeing something tower over him.

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