The girl then started making her way home, preparing herself for her aunts questions and nagging. As soon as Naomi walked through the door, she was tackled by her aunt. Then her aunt went from worrying to praise at fighting off a villain saying this is exactly why she needed to enroll at U.A. Naomi decided to ignore her aunt, saying she had a lot of homework, even though she had already done most of it during lunch and class. She then started doing dishes and making dinner, hoping that if she was productive then her aunt wouldn't pester her. She then feigned exhaustion and went to bed early. This little routine went on for three months, before her aunt finally got fed up with her niece.
"I want you to go to U.A," her aunt said out of the blue. Naomi's actions stilled and she set down the pan she was currently washing.
"I said, I don't want to."
"Why not? I thought you wanted to be a hero. All you ever wanted was to be a hero, especially when you were younger."
"I'm not five anymore! I'm fifteen, and I don't want to be a hero!" Naomi screamed, before grabbing her shoulder bag and running out of the house. She couldn't stand it anymore. That house reminded her of everything she had ever lost. Her aunt constantly wanted her to be exactly like her father, even though he died in the line of work. It's not like she didn't want to make the world a better place, she just knew she didn't want to be a hero. Maybe a detective, or a police officer, but not a hero. She had been leaning heavily on the detective option, that's why she started learning to fight. She had also been sharpening her observation skills lately. All of that, however went out the window, when she sprinted through the streets, to get as far away as possible. And by far, she meant her favorite building of all time. She could easily get to the roof by using the fire escape. There, Naomi had a perfect view of the city below her and the stars above. Flopping dramatically onto her back, the girl let out a long sign. She bent her right knee and put the back of her arm across her forehead. For some reason, this was her favorite position, and would usually find herself in it when she was stressed. Looking up at the stars, she let out another sigh. Thinking back to the fight with her aunt, the girl knew she was overreacting. However, after losing her father to heroing, she just didn't know if she could handle that again. She didn't know if she would be able to deal with possibly losing a friend, or not being able to save someone. Right when she was in the middle of her thoughts, and simultaneously tracing shapes in the stars with the eyes, she heard a voice behind her.
"What're you doing up here?" A voice asked. Male, probably in his early thirties. Judging by his voice, he seemed concerned for the girl, but he also seemed extremely tired. That combination made him sound like a parent who hadn't been getting sleep due to a troublesome child. However, judging by the fact he was on the roof, hadn't made a sound, and successfully snuck up behind Naomi, he was probably a pro-hero.
"Stars." Naomi pointed to the sky.
"You shouldn't be out this late." The man's voice had changed. Probably because he didn't think that the stars were her only reason for being on the roof.
"I can take care of myself."
"I don't doubt that." The man had come closer to the girl, he was probably only a few feet away and if she craned her neck back enough she probably would have been able to see him. But she didn't, mostly because she didn't care who he was. "You going to tell me the real reason you're up here?" Ah, so she was right. He hadn't believed her.
"Got in a fight." Naomi probably would have left it there, but the pro would want to know what fight would cause a fifteen year old girl to climb up a building to look at the stars. "My aunt wants me to take the exam for U.A. She wants me to be a hero. I don't."
"May I ask why?" The man asked. He seemed genuinely curious. Naomi debated on whether or not she wanted to answer honestly, or make up some bullshit excuse. In the end, however, she decided on disclosing half of the truth.
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Miles From Normal (BEING REWRITTEN)
FanfictionNaomi Isaki had a pretty normal life, or as normal as possible being orphaned at 12. After her father dies in a villain attack, all of her dreams of a becoming a hero dies with him. She gave up. However, after being targeted by some villains, and ge...