Koto Yamada has a powerful quirk: to manifest any sound she can imagine from wherever she wants. Her untrained power results in pain and suffering for both her and those around her. She is sent away to live with her uncle in Japan, where he is regarded as the beloved hero: Present Mic. There, she vows to train to become a great hero, fighting so others won't have to know the heartbreak she had suffered. Despite the walls she has put up, her new friends guide her in healing. WARNING: There is sensitive material in here that deals with depression/suicidal thoughts and actions The cover is made by the wonderfully talented Juni_Penguin_ thank you so much!! I do not own the rights to MHA/BNHA, only my own OCs. The mature rating is only for the contents of chapter 3. There is a warning at the top of that page.

Sequel to my MHA fic: Legacy ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Sequel to my MHA fanfiction: •.°NORMAL°.• (So go read that one first)

Kira Kokoa was a completely normal girl... At least that's what she wants you to believe. A brilliant mind-reader that's been masquerading as quirkless since she was a just child. Rejected by people and messing up over and over. Sometimes even a mind-reader has trouble trusting people. But when she meets a fellow bullied reject that's just a little bit like her, she puts her own defenses down just a little... To help him with his own. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭." (MHA x OC)

Destruction. Few villains in this world brought as much as the famous Rikko Kurayami. The earth shaking villain caused the collapse of hundreds of buildings in a string of attacks that shook Japan to its core. Most see the man as an example of pure evil fed by the power of quirks. But Rikko Kurayami is dead. Leaving the pain of his hundreds of crimes in his wake. But that wasn't his only legacy. His daughter Nova Kurayami was left behind in the destruction he caused. All eyes were on her, she struggles to fight against what they say is her fate. Hoping for an escape from the pressures on her shoulders. Is a child really bound by a legacy?