Ticked Off [Boku No Hero Academia]

SUMMONERS: SPECTRAL SUPPORT [1/5]

hh wOw okay. I've had this first part written since June, sort of torn between leaving it as a one-shot or actually making a story out of it, but since I couldn't think of a plot, I just left it until later.

Months pass, and the last week of September hits, and I'm suddenly like "hey y'know what'd be cool? If I made another mini-fic to post during October-" so uh,, I just,,, did a little research, pulled a plot outta nowhere, and spent the rest of the week frantically trying to stay focused on writing it, lmao. Something about September/October makes me binge-write, I guess.

Also, it's worth noting this fic focuses on OCs I accidentally made for this plot. So like,,, no Izuku shenanigans (except this chapter) bc he fuckin dead

Anyway um. Eat, sleep, drink, break, medicine... just, y'know, generally take care of yourselves (:

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SUMMARY:
Tamashii never wanted to be a hero. He was happy to be a normal teenager, leading a normal life with an, admittedly, less-than-normal Quirk.

Life seems to have other ideas, in the form of the ghost of Deku, a three-legged crow of legend, and a villain with a deadly Quirk.

Well... Tamashii didn't want to do his homework, anyway.

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It was an average day at school, if a little downcast whenever there was news of a villain attack: the loss of Deku was still painfully fresh, nearly four months ago, back in April. Tamashii chewed a mouthful of soba, watching his friend, Aya, scribbling in her sketchbook, as always. She dipped a dark finger into a small tub of white paint then pressed it to the paper, her brown eyes, subtle freckles, and wild afro of hair transitioning into the same shade as the paint as she used her Quirk. Her expression was as calm and focused as ever, gaze flickering across the page in time with her moving finger.

Tamashii pushed his empty bowl aside and reached for dessert, only to blink down at the table in surprise as he noticed it was gone. He raised a quizzical eyebrow, genuinely bewildered for a moment before the realisation kicked in and he slowly turned to look at his other friend who sat next to him.

As expected, Datto was making the most of his speed Quirk to rapidly shovel food into his mouth with both hands at the same time, frantically chewing away at all three desserts, tanned cheeks puffed like a chipmunk's and posture hunched protectively over the dishes. Most of the noise he was making as he choked down bites far bigger than was safe was being drowned out by the general din that accompanied Quirked teenagers shoved inside a building for too many hours a day.