Spoilers for MHA, duh?
JISHAKU JISAKARU
In this world, there are people with special abilities called Quirks. It all started in Qingqing City, in China. An Illuminating baby was born, ever since that day, more and more people were born with powers and time passed without anyone knowing how or why. And before the human race knew it, these abnormalities became the new normal and fantasy turned into reality. With 80% of the world's population having Quirks, it became a superhuman society. Within such a chaotic world, the job that everyone once dreamed of came into light. That job is...
A hero.
Along with the powers, crime rate increased drastically. To combat this, many courageous people decided to become heroes, like from the comics. Protectors of the innocent and fighters against evil with lawful methodology. Heroes soon gained a place in this world, giving them an official position. Based on their performances, they are rewarded with money from the government and popularity from the masses.
But that doesn't apply much anymore. Not this generation.
19 years ago, students from UA High fought against the infamous Paranormal Liberation Front, it was a long and hard struggle, with one of them having being fatally killed, and the other being a traitorous scumbag. But it was all worth it in the end. These heroes, Deku, Shoto, Dynamight, Uravity, Ingenium and more all risked their lives and brought faith back into Heroes. The flawed Hero Society changed, with only those with the will to become a hero being able to do it.
And that's where my problem stems from.
My name is Jishaku Jisakaru, and I live a life I never asked for.
Where'd this whole chicanery start anyway? Ah yes, the day I was born. I was born in the aftermath of an outright war, 16 years ago. My quirk was pretty useful honestly, the ability to be a living magnet more or less. I could pull any magnetic object I wanted toward me, it helped greatly when it came to being lazy.
My father's quirk was reshaping metal and my mother's was pulling anything small toward her. I like my parents, they're cool, but what I actively dislike is what they wish for me. Mom always told me to become a hero and dad agrees. I don't get it, what's this almost obsession with me becoming a hero about? Got me. I had a fairly standard childhood, at least for post war kids. A Post War Kid is my generation, aka a Posty. I went to school, studied pretty hard and almost always gets a 15th in my class. Now then, let's get this exposition stuff away because you want to see cooler stuff right?
It was my Junior High class, a grey and eerie atmosphere, every student was obedient and sat in their sits. My teacher, Mr. Kuwabara (Don't worry he'll never appear again) stood in front of the class.
Mr. Kuwabara: According to the sheets you have all filled out, only two of you will be taking the Hero Course. Everybody clap for Jisakaru Chan..
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Everybody started to stand up and awkwardly clap for me. I felt major first and second hand embarrassment. The smart kid pat me behind the back.
Smart Kid: Good luck Jisakaru Chan, thank you for your bravery.
Honestly...I couldn't help but feel saddened by the fact that I have been in the same class as these people for so long, and yet, I barely know any of their names. I hung out with a lot of these people for school projects and whatnot and I still forgot who they were. All but one.
Mr. Kuwabara: And finally....Zogaikotsu Kun. Everybody clap for him.
Nobody clapped for him, it was eerily quiet. Huh, why am I not surprised. Tori Zogaikotsu was this relatively handsome guy with flowing silver hair. He always had this happy look on his face, like he had just won the lottery. It should also be noted he has this weird condition with his orange eyes, like his left eye has a different pattern from his right, the left being a Plus symbol which connects to his pupil and the right being just one line from up to down that also connects to his pupils. I also always noticed he has a bandage on his nose, which I figured was to seem cool.
His quirk is to split his joints and bones in parts that float. Which is honestly terrifying. My preschool class got traumatised by the fact that we could see his innards. And not only that, my childhood friend. I remember first meeting him, he got smashed into a wall by a bully and I took him to the nurse. We've been friends ever since. I wouldn't say we're close, but he's pretty nice and innocent. He looks up to THE #1 Hero, Deku, and I won't lie, I kind of see the resemblance. He even styled his hair t look pretty similar.
He's generally unpopular because of his loud mouth and his talkative attitude. I admit he's pretty annoying, but I still like being around him. All eyes were on Zogaikotsu, As we saw his award winning smile and his hands on his hips. He stood up and spoke.
Zogaikotsu: Thank you all for your support! I'm gonna be a great hero! I promise you all! I am going to make you all proud. AND I WILL BECOME NUMBER 1! JUST LIKE DE-
The entire class then started to angrily scold him.
Rando: Shut the hell up Zogaikotsu!
Another Rando: You'll never be a hero! You're too scary!
Yet another Rando: Number Negative 1! You goofy ass!
I was concerned by just how unnecessary it was and how Mr. Kuwabara wasn't even stopping it, just sitting in his chair looking stressed.
The School Day ended before I even realised it.
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I entered my empty and quiet house at night.. My parents are out on a business drip, have been for a long time. But hey, at least they text me every now and then, so they clearly care that much. My house was a fairly standard building that was in a neighbourhood.
I took a shower before going to the kitchen, tying up my hair, and cooking. I've gotten used to being alone and have adapted to my surroundings. After cooking and eating homemade curry, I walked upstairs and into my room.
My room's wall was decorated with a dark blue background with painted white dots, representing stars. The bed was messy, a blanket draped between the bed and the ground. I fell on the floor when I woke up this morning and didn't bother to fix it. The table had my computer and my spaceship mousepad. And finally, by the window was a telescope.
I looked into the telescope and observed the stars. The galaxy has always fascinated me. The way the galaxy works, the wonderful colours of the sky, the alignments of the lights. This is my hobby, watching the things outside the world. I love it.
My parents have told me one thing, get into THE greatest hero school of all, UA High. Soon I'm going to have to work out a lot more, study for the written exam and beat the practical, all to get into a place I don't want to be in. What a sad life I'm getting set up for.
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