Kapitel 3: Chapter 2
I just came back from a bathroom break, only to see Midoriya on the floor with the whole class laughing at him.
My brow furrowed, just what was going on?
"What are you guys doing!", I ran over to him blocking him from my classmates.
And then I saw the looks on their faces. It was a mixture of disbelief and laughter. They knew. No wonder they were cornering Midoriya and of course there was me. The niece of one the most evil and Uncapturable villain of all time wanting to be a hero...
"In her dreams", I heard behind the snickering and I couldn't help but turn my head in humiliation. So what?..
I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind. It was from behind.
I turned and Midoriya smiled at me. It was pained, equally humiliated.
"I'm okay", it was a lie. I knew it and he knew it. But we were both use to it.
School ended as usual and I couldn't help but stick to Midoriya like glue. I didn't know if it was for myself or for him.
My whole classes consisted of me sitting and wondering whether I made the right choice. Maybe I should just drop it and pursue a normal career.
It would put my mother at ease. I sighed, because if I did that the sins of my uncle would carry on cursing our family. My mother alone could barely afford school fees and rent. Being a hero was also a quick way to financial ease. But that didn't matter anymore. It was an excuse I used as a kid but after my mother remarried last year we were quite stable with my step fathers income.
"Hey Deku", it was Bakugo, ready for another self esteem shooting if Izuku even had any left and for once even Izuku's constant pleas weren't enough to stop me.
"You know they'd only take the best-", I cut off his preaching.
"Hey Bakugo", I shot up snarling at him, startling the blonde abit,"haven't you had enough, just leave him alone. A real hero wouldn't bully people", I cried at him, frustrated. I couldn't take his obnoxious personality and plus this might potentially be the last time we ever see him.
"Hey Deku calm your Girlfriend", called one Bakugo's goons.
"The last person they'd take is the close relative of a villain", he confidently said, head held high and eyes challenging me.
"Well at least I'd make an impact as a hero", even if it wasn't entirely positive one.
"Oh you'd make an impact alright", he paused ," I doubt anyone will forget the way you get rejected", he lifted his hand making an explosion spark.
"Ohh whats this?", one of the goons found Izuku's hero notebook and then Bakugo burned it, tossing it out the window.
And right there and then. That moment would be my most powerful motivation in becoming a hero.
He left warning us with his explosive quirk.
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We left the school both sulking.
"I don't need you to win my fights el", Izuku said he was walking in front of me.
"Sorry I just couldn't take it, he's always-", I cut myself off feeling tears swell. Why was Bakugo such an ass.
"I know I might look wimpy but one day...", he paused finding his book in the koi pond.
"Its all wet", I sighed out and barely readable with all the burns.
"Im going home", he slunk along and for once I didn't follow him. I felt bad. Poor Izuku.
I came to hate Bakugo when we were growing up. He was manipulative. Talented. It was always teeth clenching seeing such a demon with such an amazing presence. Even I couldn't help but admire him.
I shook my head, I didn't want to think about him.
I didn't feel comfortable going home. For the longest time I didn't have a dad and now that my mum had remarried it felt strange at home. My mum fit in, with my new little brother and dad but i... I felt lonely.
I lost a chunk of personal time with my mum causing a wall to build between us. Even I knew that in those happy moments my mother probably wanted to forget about me.
Instead I wondered to a playground near home and sat down. Breathing in and out. I clenched my jaw along with my fists thinking hard- concentrating and then it activated.
Everything stopped. The rustle of trees, the smallest breeze and the flutter of wings.
It was just me, who was well and breathing. Who could move in a timeless moment like this. It was perfect, for the days you just couldn't bother with the rest of the world.
Anything, procrastination, too much work load. People thought I was hardworking but they didn't know how many hours I stop time for.
That's right, that's the quirk. Stopping time. Simple, yet it gave you an opportunity for so many things. My Uncle used it for crime but I saw so many different opportunities to use it.
Saving lives could be one of but it was a bit difficult when the touch of another human being starts time. But it still worked out I guess.
As a child I could only manage to do it for a few seconds but as life became rougher the seconds became minutes became hours.
It felt lonely, but it was perfect at the same time. I could relish in it. A world where there was only me. No judging. No crude remarks. No looks of disgust. Nothing.
I sat at the edge of a child's swing. It was a small playground. The ones without a fence.
And then I spotted a familiar face. I turned my head towards it and my breath hitched.
It was Eraser head. My heart started beating like crazy. You might think I was just a fangirl or something but it wasn't at all like that.
Eraser head was the one who almost caught uncle. In fact everyone thought he'd be the one to capture him that was until they found him dead.
I guess after all those years of people making my uncles sins related to me I was sure he'd stop me. I was sure he'd seen everything. That he was just pretending to walk past, not even facing me.
So I ran away dodging all the humans expecting him to chase me but he didn't.
No instead I ran Into a boy with multicolored hair. One side red and the other white. One eye blue and the other black.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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