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Growing up in America wasn’t what her parents had planned for Noa but nonetheless, she did just fine there.
Not long after moving there her father opened up a flower shop while her mother mostly worked underground hero work. It worked quite well. Most of the publicity of Blur hadn’t really left Japan leaving her as an anonymous figure in the USA.
Just the way she wanted.
Both parents decided to let their daughter go by her middle name since Noa might be seen as a boy name in America. Well, at least that’s what they told her. Daisy has sort of a sweet taste in your mouth. It does mean innocence.
Which would surely become ironic someday.
“Hey baby girl, you ready for your first day of school?” Charlie asks hopping from one foot back to the other. His daughter going into Kindergarten is such an exciting day for both of them.
“Yeah! I can’t wait to meet new people and learn new things and-” she rambles on for a good five minutes before her mother walks in.
“Okay sweetie, I know you're excited but you need to calm down, you don’t wanna be late.”
“No mommy, I’m just so excited!”
Ayano pats her daughters head, giving her a smile before the family all heads out the door. Noa drove with her father to school, bouncing in the car.
“I don’t know why I have to go by Daisy, it’s dumb,” Noa claims in a matter of fact voice.
“Well, in America, Noa is used as a boy’s name. We just don’t want you to be bullied.”
Noa considers this before nodding her head. When she asked questions like ‘why didn’t we stay in Japan’ they are often deflected by either parent who was in the room at the moment. Not that she minded too much since the last time she was in Japan was when she was 6 months old. Couldn’t really miss what she can’t remember.
Still the whole not being able to go by her first name just felt so stupid.
Maybe she could make it fun. Have a secret identity, like her mommy. Noa liked heroes, they would keep people safe and save the day.
Once arriving at school, Noa nearly fell on her face in her attempt to dash out of the car. Not exactly the most graceful butterfly.
“Bye daddy!” she called, running up to the school. Finally, a single day where her parents can’t hound over her. She took a moment to revel in her new found freedom before making her way to her classroom.
Colorful would be the best way to describe it. White walls with purposeful paint splotches and small tables strewn throughout the room. Dollhouse and kitchen sets are prominent features. Noa didn’t even have the time to admire it all before another little girl came up to her.
“Hi my names Emily, what yours?” the young girl, Emily, asked.
Noa thought for a moment. Should she say what her parents called her or what they told her to say? Even if she didn’t understand why her parents had typically been right on what they tell her. Like when she ate those cookies before dinner and they tasted very good but it spoiled her dinner. Noa didn’t want to make her parents mad by not eating all the food they made her.
After that day she never ate junk food before dinner.
So is this the same? They must have her best intentions in mind, that’s what parents do. She trusts them.
“Daisy,” she proclaims.
“You wanna be friends?”
“Sure,” Noa says a wide smile on her face. It was only the first day and she had already made a friend.
Emily’s quirk had come in long before school started and like every other 4-6-year-old child, she wanted to show it off to everyone. It was a simple ability, a small control over energy. Making lights go out, lightning dancing between her fingertips, that sort of stuff.
When she met the girl she knows as Daisy the first thing she wanted to do was show off how amazing and fantastical her quirk is. Of course, as per school rules, she could not. At least not until recess started.
So when the bell rings she pretty much sprints to the door for the excitement of showing her brand new friend what she can do.
“Daisy, Daisy, Daisy!” she beamed grabbing her friend by the arm.
“Where are we going?” Noa questioned before getting dragged back into a small blacktop next to the playground. From there Emily pulls her beside the building hiding from adults.
“I wanna show you my quirk,” Noa’s eyes widened.
“Isn’t that not allowed?”
“I don’t think so but look it’s so cool,” she squeals, showing her friend small bits of electricity going back and forth on her fingers while Noa watched with fascination. Her mommy didn’t use her quirk unless she was fighting bad guys or well really when she wanted to go anywhere but Noa rarely saw it. Her father, on the other hand, used his quirk once in a blue moon whenever they got a new plant. She had never seen a quirk like this in real life and for a moment she forgot all about the legality of it and just stared.
Sadly for her, that was just the amount of time needed for them to get caught.
“What are you two doing?” a little boy rounding the corner demanded.
Oh no.
Noa was caught, this was just like the cookies all over again. Hopefully, this boy wouldn’t tell the teacher. Who was she kidding, of course, he would! Then they would both get expelled and Emily would get thrown in jail for using her quirk in public and Noa would go to jail for being an accomplice. Her parents are going to be so mad at her and-
“Showing Daisy my quirk, wanna see?”
The little boy nods his head and moves in for a look. That was a close one. It’s not like the entirety of Noa’s rant had been unrealistic expectations for what she expected a school to be like. Besides, it’s not like they were vaping. Do kindergarteners even know what vaping is? God, I don’t even know why I’m bringing this up. Anyways back to you're regularly scheduled programming.
He stared at Emily’s hand before she finally turned it off.
“Wow, that’s so cool, my quirk hasn’t come in yet but my daddy says that no matter what it is my quirks gonna be great!” the boy proclaims, grinning widely.”
“I’m Emily and this is Daisy, wanna be friends.”
“Gabriel and yes.”
Gabriel had gotten his quirk a few months later. He could turn his skin into any material he had touched in the last twenty-four hours. He had gotten it while reaching his hand into the couch cushion when suddenly his hand went from a deep brown to the light gray of the couch. Noa and Emily were thoroughly impressed.
Noa’s quirk? Well, that would be a few more weeks after.
The three self-proclaimed best friends were playing in the back yard before Emily decided that they should have a race. Noa’s mother was good at racing so Noa herself must be as well. Sure maybe the reason her mother was so good at it was that her quirk was speed. A girl’s allowed to dream.
Starting lines had been set up and they just needed to race from one side of the yard to the other. Emily’s parents watched proudly from the sidelines and one of them yelled start.
At that moment, Noa had lost all sight of things around her, she dashed to the other side of the yard but when she turned around to rub the win in their faces, they were frozen.
Okay maybe not frozen but they were moving at a snail-like pace. Walking back over, she waved her hands in front of Gabriel's face. They seemed to be aware of her existence but would take almost a full minute to change their facial expressions. Weirdly enough in a world that Noa thought moved too quickly, the slowness was eerie. As if she was the only person in the world.
Is this what her mom feels every day?
Pain. The pain came in. a pounding in her head like no other, she cried out for someone anyone to help her as she collapsed.
“Daisy!” both Emily and Gabriel called but it was too late. She was out cold.
Noa woke up about three hours after falling asleep.
Falling asleep isn’t really the best term for it. Passing out would be a better one.
Both Emily’s and Gabriel’s parents decided it best take the kids home and head back once any news was heard. The hospital was only ten minutes away from their neighborhood. Unfortunately, that also created a bit of confusion when Noa first woke up.
“Emily? Gabriel?” she murmured out causing her parents to jump up.
“Hey baby, it’s mommy,” Ayano cooed brushing Noa’s deep brown hair back. “You took quite a fall their didn’t you?”
Noa started to cry her golden eyes wide as she remembers what happens.
“It was so scary! I thought I won but then I looked back and no one was moving and when I tried to get them to do something. But then my head starting hurting real bad and no one helped me even when I started to scream. I hated it mommy!” she cried as her mother held her close.
“Oh honey, when I was you're age my quirk scared me too,” Ayano explains.
“It did?”
“Yeah. I ran into the walls and looked like an idiot. Hurt like hell too,” that got a smack in the back of her head from her husband. He glares at her as a way to say, language.
“Wow, really?”
“Mhuh, I’m sure all you need is a little training and you’ll be able to use your quirk whenever you want. Just don’t overload yourself like that again.”
Noa nodded.
“Are you sure if this is a good idea?” Charlie asks
“Look someone needs to train her or else she could end up being stuck in time or worse traveling back and causing some paradox. As both a hero and a mother, I have a duty to make sure she isn’t a danger to herself and others,” Ayano rants not even breathing. She did this sometimes. It was the best indicator to show she cared about something and she cared about Noa a lot.
Charlie only nods, when she goes into speech mode, there’s no fighting with her. Even though he agrees that they need to make sure she won’t become a threat he is abrihensive on training her. If she chooses to be a hero, how will they be able to keep her out of the limelight? Out of danger?
He just hopes that Noa will be able to live a normal life. After almost losing her once, he can’t even bear the thought of losing her again. He just wants her to be safe.
But safe and happy are very different things.