The Subtle Smell Of Fish (D. Kaminari X Reader)

45 - A Note From The Undead

The next day got off to a rough start.

After last night's blissful sleep, you forgot completely about the training camp, and were dragged awake by Asui.

"Asui-San," you groaned, only to be slapped by her tongue.

"I told you to call me Tsu," she grumbled, smiling at you. "I would think you to be an early riser, kero."

"Just because I get energy from the sun doesn't mean I'm like her," you sighed, standing up. "And I'm certainly not a fan of morning practice."

That was true. Back when you were younger, Midnight would wake you up at insane hours to test your reflexes and power. Since then, you'd gotten stronger due to the experiences you'd faced.

"Alright, I know this is early but I need all of you awake," Aizawa glared, throwing a ball in your direction, promptly hitting your face.

"Sensei!" You scoffed indignantly, holding the ball in annoyance.

"Throw the ball," he shrugged. "Like in the apprehension test."

You stood in shock for a brief second though walked over to where Aizawa stood, reeling your arm back with power from your father's quirk and throwing the ball.

"758 meters," Aizawa droned.

"Only 4 meters improvement," Sero mumbled. "But how?"

"We never focused on quirk training, we focused on battle training," you realised. "Quirk application is one thing but even the basics can become more powerful with a large output, that's what this training camp is for isn't it?"

"Precisely," Aizawa nodded. "Class B may be weaker in general combat but their quirk control and usage is better than most of yours. This week is to increase power and find more ways to use your quirks."

"That's where we come in!" Mandalay laughed from behind your class. "Each one of you have designated assignments to complete, supervised by one of us!"

The task seemed easy enough.

You would even go as far as suggesting it to be fun.

"100,000 pages!" Mandalay grinned, handing you the final scroll.

The two of you were in a separate training room inside one of the buildings, giving you both privacy to talk and you some more comfort to read.

"No way," you denied instantly.

"Y/N I know this might not seem important to you, but it is to me," Mandalay sighed. "I knew your mother since I was young, Hajime and Haru were both like younger brothers to me. Your mother was the first hero who drafted me and the first hero I worked under once I'd gone pro, she was my idol. I'd do anything to keep her child safe."

"Mandalay, reading thousands of pages of mostly useless information won't help me, I need to fight!" You argued, uncharacteristically raising your voice, shocking yourself. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Mandalay shrugged, though her voice was evidently strained.

"Fine, I'll read it," you sighed, picking up the scroll, a neat letter falling onto the floor as soon as you opened it.

"The letter as well, it's my last memory of your mother," Mandalay smiled sadly.

You picked up the letter as the hero walked out, the neat scrawl scratched onto it being one similar to yours as well.

'My darling Y/N,' Yuma wrote, hunched over her desk late at night. 'If you're reading this now, I assume I'm no longer present to guide you. It means the prophecy came true.'

'I don't believe they would have told you about the prophecy, but surely you must know about Hajime and Haru by now?'

You briefly paused, setting the letter down, confusion written all over your face. It seemed that every time you sought out answers you only stumbled upon more loose ends. You would leave every conversation mind reeling with questions, your thoughts never silent.

But that was the life you had gotten used to.

'Hajime was my first son, his twin Haru born mere minutes later,' Yuma wrote, the elegant Kanji gracing the pages in the dim light. 'Twins are considered an ill omen, especially for families like ours that are well renowned.'

'They died at age seven, killing each other in a quirk accident.'

'Two years later, you were born, your quirk more complex than anyone's in our family tree so far. Why? Because my darling Firefly, if you're reading this, it means you have both your father's and my quirks.'

Pursing your lips, you frowned at the paper, confused as to what your mother was trying to tell you. You were already aware that you could connect your quirks, using the technique on occasion. So what was so important that you didn't know at all?

'Your quirk consists of the following: your father's quirk, which is an output quirk similar to All Might's. With this you can absorb heat energy and turn it into another form of energy in your body, using it effectively to fight. You can also naturally read heat signatures so that finding the sources will be easier.'

'Now, the quirk I gave you is more complex.'

'L/N Y/N, you are my daughter and next in line. This quirk is one that compresses heat through pressure and cooling, turning them into solid hologram-like structures. They're cold to the touch but can be easily moved through pinpoint control which needs to be practiced.'

'Your dragon is another key part. You've got two, thanks to the deaths of your brothers. Both will guard you and anyone you ask them to without hesitation, provided you do so in an orderly and calm manner. I will not have you disrespecting your elder brothers no matter the case Y/N.'

It was almost as if you could hear her by your side, kind yet stern voice lecturing you, an ever so sweet glint of happiness in her eyes.

'However, this set of dragons only has one condition that must be held at all times.'

Your eyes widened, knowing very well that conditions with quirks were used to slow down certain aspects of the quirk. It was often used by villains to gain power, in which the harsher the condition, the heavier the power boost they'd receive.

'The dragons can at no point in time be separated from each other, understood?'

A/N: m a j o r  filler lmao

QOTD: thoughts on Y/N's mom and the letter?

We finally have the final scroll!!

QOTD pt 2: thoughts on the official quirk explanation?

Have a great day/night!