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This is the same villain that attacked me earlier. The villain has a hostage. Someone else is in trouble because of me. Maybe I shouldn't have sprayed All Might in the face with paint.
The villain was rampaging. None of the pros could beat him. They said they don't have the right quirks.
"Izuku, save him," the voice in my head whispered. "I can't, I don't have a quirk. What can I do when they can't do anything with their quirks?"
I see his face. I run. Someone yells for me to come back. I ignore them.
What do I do now? I can't fight. A Weapon, or something? My backpack!
I throw my backpack at the villain. He’s hit in the eye. He loses his grip on the kid. He takes a breath.
I recognize his face while not. It's the same pale olive skin tone, the same cherry-colored eyes, and the same blond dandelion fluff. The only difference is he's in pain.
Kacchan is in danger because I sprayed All Might. I caused Kacchan to be hurt. There's only one way to save him.
“Grab my hand!”, I yell.
Kacchan yanks his hand out and grabs mine. I pull him out as quickly as I can. He ends up on top of me.
My head throbs. My vision blurs. The concrete beneath me digs into my back. I roll across the ground. I sit up and vomit.
“Are you okay? Is that a wig?”, Kacchan asks in a voice that shouldn’t be so loud.
I give a thumbs up and tug at my wig. It's uneven. I position correctly and push the loose strands out of my face. The blond and pink strips abide by their own gravity.
Kacchan looks unscathed. That's good. I think I have a concussion. The villain was beaten.
Is it raining? My ears are ringing. What is anyone saying? Kacchan pulls me to my feet. Pros surround us and congratulate us.
Reporters surround All Might. Someone offers a spot at their agency after graduation. I see Kacchan’s glare deepen.
I walk off. I need to get home. I hear footsteps behind me, but they disappear. When I reach my apartment I'm greeted by a hug.
“Not right now, Himiko. I think I have a concussion .”
I push her away and she runs away to grab a first aid kit. I pull off the wig and remove my cap. I feel around my scalp for injuries.
“Hey, Sprout. What's the level?”, my brother asks gently.
“Green. Head wound.”
“Concussion plus bleeding? That sucks," Touya puts elegantly.
I chuckle. Himiko comes back in screeching. I sit on the couch.
“This is gonna hurt Kumo, don't move.”
“Don't worry Himiko. I can take the pain.”
I'm more reassuring myself than her. Apparently, my nerves weren't convinced because the stinging from the peroxide got me.
I passed out I think. I woke up around sunset. Himiko wasn't in the room. Touya was.
“Hey, I'm not dead.”
“Congrats. Since the sun is almost down you need to get ready. Unless you're holding off until tomorrow night?”
“Touya, I promised them I'd hit it today. I am yarning Endeavor’s hero agency no matter what. As a bonus, I'm painting dicks under the yarn.”
“You're something else you know? You have a concussion and you're still gonna entertain your fans.”
“I think I'm good.”
As if the universe gets some great joy in proving me wrong, nausea starts up.
“I'll still do it if I lose an arm. They want this and I'm happy to oblige.”
“Let’s just go. Grab a helmet.”
“No. Can I drive?”
“Hmm, no.”
I stuff my hair under the cap and pull on a purple wig that someone left on the floor. It wasn't me, I put mine on the mannequins.
I put white contacts in. I'm so used to it at this point that it doesn't hurt. I bag all my yarn balls. Mikumo Akatani is ready to leave.
I should explain. My name is Izuku Midoriya, but right now I go by Mikumo. When I was 12, my mother and brother died in a fire. I was lucky, I got out. I've had nightmares about it for a while.
The apartment I live in was the one that caught fire. They fixed it up in 2 months, but nobody wanted to live in a place where a kid died in; two kids according to the news.
I changed my name because I didn't want to be accused of identity fraud and I didn't want anyone to know I survived. It's easier to cope if no one brings it up every second or takes pity on you because of it.
Kacchan normally wouldn't have taken anyone's hand. My death must’ve changed him. He mellowed out.
Since I was 4, Kacchan bullied me because I was diagnosed as quirkless. Actually, all the kids did. How would he feel if he knew I saved him?
The last time I offered my hand to him he shoved me in the river. I was trying to help him out and make sure he was okay. He smacked my hand away and said he didn't need my help. He stood up and shoved me.
When I started crying he laughed and said I was a weakling. The other kids laughed too. Kacchan yanked me out of the water by my shirt and said “a hero doesn't need to be saved. If a hero can't save himself then he's just collateral damage.”
Back to the present. Don't get lost in the memories. Can I be a hero? It's something I've always wondered about. I once asked All Might that during his yearly Shizuoka visit. I was 12.
“Hey, Sprout, we're here. Get in and out quickly. If you need more time I’ll commit a felony.”
“Thanks, but I'm good.”
I don't think Touya was joking about the felony. He’d commit arson just to be on the news so his dad could see.
The building is pretty big. Luckily it's easy to find Endeavor’s office. If I know anything about this man I know he doesn't like All Might.
All Might, dicks, swear words, and gang insignias. This is what will pepper his office from floor to ceiling.
It takes about an hour. I film the entire process. I take a couple of pictures in front of the yarn walls and his yarn chair.
After cutting down the footage and making it about 10 minutes I post it. I was talking throughout the video, otherwise, it'd be only about 2 minutes long.
The first commenter, as usual, was crackspiracy_Yeti. He always had something to say about my Endeavor stuff. He loves it when I do things like this, actually, yarning Endeavor’s office was his idea.
The rest of the commenters came in with normal nice jobs or lols. Somebody asked if I was gonna make a stained glass portrait for anyone.
Stained glass is not one of my skills. I have a friend though. He doesn't know of my quirkless status, but he doesn't seem to mind quirkless people.
“Touya, it's a wrap. Let's go.”
I hop on his bike and grab onto his jacket. He's wearing the coolest jacket ever, courtesy of me.
Last Christmas I made a special order to get this jacket. Btw, custom orders are expensive. It was worth it though.
That same Christmas Touya got me a music box. That wouldn't mean much to most, but the spinning fairy inside was modeled after my mother.
Mom always said she wanted to fly one day. Too bad she's not flying like a fairy, but like an angel. God better keep her happy, or I might have to fight him.
Touya parks in the alley right under my window. I pull myself up the rope and inside. I like to do it this way to work my body out.
Touya can't because he has asthma and might die from too much exercise. As I always say; asthma’s a bitch. It's a good thing there’s an elevator.
When Touya finally reaches our apartment, I'm ready for bed. We say our good nights and go to our respective beds. Himiko snuggles next to me.