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“Hey Suke! SUKE!”
Suketchi moved her curly white hair out of their face to see Uraraka running up behind them. Ochako embraced her friend in a hug. “ Hey Ochako.” Suke signed. “ How’d the exam go for you?“
Ochako sighed. “I think I did well in the physical, but I got trapped towards the end…that must’ve lost me a lot of points or something!”
Suke frowned as the pair began walking home. “ I don’t think I got into the hero course. They didn’t let me bring my sketchbook, so there wasn’t anything I could do. I think I did well enough in the written exam to get into general studies though.”
“Of course you did well enough to get into general studies!” Ochako gestured as they walked into the train station. “You’re like, one of the smartest people I know! In fact, you have one of the best quirks I know, you should’ve been a shoe-in!”
“Thanks, maybe I could prove myself somewhere else though. Like the sports festival?” Suke said. “ Oooo, that’d be smart! Sweep the competition away! Impress heroes and the public alike!” Ochako replied as the train came to pick them up.
Trying to stay hopeful is so difficult. Suke thought . What if I try too hard and end up making a fool out of myself? What if I’m not as strong as Ochako thinks I am and I embarrass her?
“Bye Suke!” Uraraka said as she went home. Suke waved goodbye and began walking home. Luckily she only lived about half an hour away in an apartment complex, so it wasn’t that difficult to get home. Suke took out her trusty sketchbook and flipped to a page with a skateboard in it.
Tapping the page twice, a skateboard spawned in front of her. It was black-and-white and looked like it had been drawn out of a sketchbook-mostly because it had. Next time I’ll make my lines cleaner. Suke thought. They began their ride home, disappointed in herself and her poor skateboard-making abilities.
Suke took out her house key and opened the door. Inside, she unfortunately found her brother, making pottery. She knocked twice on the door to get his attention. “Hey Suketchi.” Tōki said, running his clay-stained hands through his black afro. “Oh, fuck.”
“Don’t you have work right now? Those cash registers aren’t going to manage themselves.” Suke said, looking their brother up and down. “And you should probably try getting yourself cleaned up too.” Tōki looked at the clock. 1:30. His shift started at 2 and was 30 minutes away. “Oh, you’re SO right.” He quickly rinsed his head and hands under the kitchen sink, and changed into his work uniform.
“Bye Suketchi!! Lock the door behind me!” Tōki yelled, running out of the apartment. Suke looked at the pottery wheel in the center of the room and sighed. At least he doesn’t do drugs…I think.
As Suke was working on drawing a better skateboard, she received a text from Tōki.
Passionate Potter
Maquette
- Hey Suke :)
- .what
- could u but the stuff from the list on the fridge :D
- *buy
- grammar nazi.
- skill issue
- whatever
- just go to the convenience store
- and buy the stuff on the list
- 👍
- don’t get in any big trouble k <3
Why would I get in any big trouble? I fade into the background. Suke thought, putting on her orange shoes and grabbing their skateboard. This should be an easy trip. Just 2 blocks to the convenience store and back. No big deal.
Ok, I’m surrounded by a ring of fire with a villain, but it isn’t my fault. Suke thought to herself.
“Hey! Hey little girl! Say something if you can hear me!” a pro hero yelled behind the ring. Suke couldn’t make out who they were behind the smoke, but she looked gigantic. What a terrible day to be mute. And none of the heroes here are suited to help. She sighed. Looks like I’ll have to fight—or at least try to get out of this stupid ring.
The villain grinned at her. “So, you’re Sketch’s little rat huh? I can’t wait to beat you to a pulp like your old man!” Suke frowned. You’ve got to be kidding me. I guess we look the same, but I'm his niece, not his daughter. The villain shot a blast of fire at Suke, causing her to jump to the left.
Unfortunately, it burned off nearly three-fourths of her hair, causing it to go from hip-length to shoulder-length. I’VE BEEN GROWING THAT SHIT OUT FOR SEVEN YEARS. Shit. Guess I should probably defending now. Better take out my sketchbook now. “And a quirk just like your daddy’s too? What a shocker!”
SHUT UP.
As the villain sent a blast of fire Suke’s way, they deflected it with a sudden blast of water out of her sketchbook. Unfortunately for Suke, the water did not stop. Shitshitshitshit. At least I can get out of the ring with this. First I have to get rid of this guy. Suke faced her sketchbook towards the villain and sent the massive blast of water towards him, forcing him back. I don’t even get why he’s fighting against me. He also knows my uncle and not me, so he has to be like 30, and I’m only 14. Kind of stupid if you think about it.
They spun the blast of water around them, putting out the ring of fire. Once the ring was out, she tore out the page with the water and ripped it into a million little pieces, making it ineffective. She then picked up the bag of groceries next to her, her skateboard, and began skating home. I have to get home to my brother or else he’s gonna think I’m dead, or worse, doing “adult things” as he says.
Suddenly a massive hand grabbed Suke, holding them in place. You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Are you okay little girl?” The hand slowly began shrinking around her, and eventually a small pro was standing next to her. I’m taller than you, but whatever. Suke thought.
All of a sudden she was surrounded by a bunch of pro heroes, police officers, and firefighters. Suke began signing, “Hey, aren’t you guys supposed to put out fires?! Where were you when I was in that stupid ring!”
“You do know that was very dangerous, correct? One mistake and you could’ve been burnt to a crisp!” What else was I supposed to do?
“You’re sketch’s kid? Didn’t know he had a kid so young!” “First, that man is incapable of getting anyone to date him, I’ve seen firsthand. Second, I’M HIS NIECE.”
“Are you alright? Any burn marks?” “I’m fine.”
“Where are your parents? Can you give me their numbers so they can pick you up?” Six feet under. “My house is a block away.” Could all of you please stop talking to me and just let me get home now. You guys are suffocating.
“Smile for the camera!” WHAT NOW.
“Sketch’s daughter single-handedly defeats Villain. On page 3.” Tōki sighed.
“ What the hell? They couldn’t even put me on the front page.” Suke said, as her brows furrowed and their cheeks turned red. Tōki glared at her. “You got on a newspaper and that’s what you’re worried about.”
Suke apologized, bowing her head and signing “I’m sorry.” “It wasn’t your fault anyways.” Tōki responded “They couldn’t even get my relation to Uncle right. It doesn’t even make sense. How am I gonna be 14 and my dad would be 33?!” Suke continued complaining. T ōki pondered the question for a minute, then stated, “Teenage pregnancy?”
Suke frowned, doing the math in their head. “Wouldn't he be 19 then?”
“NineTEEN. Still a teen Suke.” "I guess." Suke signed, rolling her eyes.
All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. Tōki opened the door to find Suketchi’s best friend. “Suke!! I was so worried about you! I read the paper and I saw you got into a fight! Are you okay? What happened to your hair?!” Ochako said, now hugging Suke tightly. Suke pushed her off, only so she could use her sign language. “Fine, my hair got burnt off in the fight, so now I have to spend another seven years growing it out.”
“You know what? Just for that U.A should let you into the hero course already! Defeating a villain is no easy task!” Ochako exclaimed, nodding her head repeatedly. “They probably won’t though.” Tōki said, changing into his work uniform. “You’re right, but I can dream.” “Yeah!”
“Alright then. You two should probably be on your way to school.” Tōki stated. “Get out of my apartment now!”
“Rude.”
Suke opened the door to their apartment to find a letter at the door. From U.A High.
I know I was denied. Why send me a letter pitying me? Suke threw the letter away and began sketching on the couch. Let’s see… I could design a megaphone that says exactly what I want it to say….I could design a parachute-helicopter thing…that could be useful…
She then continued to spend the next 2 hours drawing and inventing, creating masterpiece after masterpiece, dreaming of a future where she could be a hero. Someone for others just like her to look up to. Why am I tearing up now…I need to stop already. You’ll be fine, you’ll show those heroes what you can do at that stupid sports festival…you’ll be a true hero….you’ll find out whatever the hell happened to uncle.
She took a deep breath, centering her emotions.
I will be a true hero.