Chapter 1: Unforgivable words

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Present day

Aldera Junior High

"Since you're all third years, it's time for you to think seriously about your future." The teacher hands us a signup sheet as I sigh at one of my only female friends, Onari. We've always imagined our futures and dreamed of going to amazing hero academies and becoming great heroes, much to my families dismay.
My mother works in an elementary school as a counselor, and my father works at one of Japan's most prominent tech companies.
Neither of them decided hero work was their passion.

You see I have two siblings, only one of which I'm actually close to.

My older brother Katori has my mother's quirk of empathy, (with a touch he can change the mood of those around him).
He works as a psychiatrist at the mental hospital downtown, but always comes home to have dinner with us every Sunday, and checks on my well-being. We're very close, and I consider him one of my favorite people in the world because he genuinely cares about me and how I feel.
I tell him everything.

Then there's my fraternal twin sister, Tora.
She was blessed with our father's quirk.
She's a technopath, meaning she can control anything with a circuitboard or electrical pulse. 
That, and she's insanely good in combat.
So much so, that she's had her heart set in the hero course at U.A, since she got her black belt at age 9.

She's the gifted child in our family, and the one everyone expects to become an amazing hero.

I, on the other hand, was always encouraged to look into another field, like becoming a rescue worker or police officer, since my quirk is really only good for protecting people.

I have the ability to make lavender colored force fields from the energy in my body. When I'm well rested I can make it into a bubble shape to surround my body or someone else's completely. If I've used my ability for too long, I get tired, and the size and strength of my fields slowly start to decrease, until they are about as durable as a glass plate, and similar to a frisbee, in size and shape.

My sister always tells me how I'm never going to be able to handle hero work with a quirk like mine. That I'm far too weak, and would just get in the way of real heroes like her.
My parents are no better.
They say I should be realistic and leave hero work to those with the ability to handle it, because they would hate to see me get hurt.

Even so, I still can't stop myself from watching videos of the great battles hero's take part in, against all odds, no matter how scared or outmatched they are, and wonder if I could not only protect those around me, but help defeat the villains and rid the world of evil like them!

The only person who seems to believe in me is surprisingly, Katsuki.
He's always told me indirectly through his actions that he believes in me.

That I should (excuse my language)  "not give a shit" about what those "shitty rejects" have to say about me.

It's easier said then done, but I've been trying.
I've  slowly been training to make my quirk last longer, increase my strength and use my force fields on other people. I'm no where near my sisters strength, but I'm getting better.

"I'll pass out handouts for your future plans now, but you're all pretty much planning to go into the hero course, right?" Our teacher yells causing everyone else to celebrate using their quirks, while I simple fist pump the air while laughing out loud.

I've secretly been dreaming about going to the best hero school in the country, U.A.
I say secretly because I've been hiding it from my friends and family for obvious reasons.

One, it's one of the most selective schools when it comes to enrollment, and my quirk honestly isn't all that special.

Two, I'm really worried about how my friends would react to the news.

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