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Being quirkless in a society where everyone basically judged you based on it was practically a death wish and a sentence of loneliness if you were lucky.
Either that or just straight up bullying and abuse, over something you couldn’t control. Kiki was the “luckier” person who just had to deal with just sitting alone at lunch and not having any friends, cause all people could really talk about were quirks. Kiki didn’t exactly mind, she was rather happy with herself and who she was. Sure she wasn’t in the best situation but hey, it did beat being a villain or in a crappy situation in the middle of nowhere.
Kiki was an ordinary 12 year old, healthy, going to a decent middle school and had a foster family that provided her with daily necessities. Kiki was an orphan, parents were victims of a villain attack, leaving behind a quirkless baby.
Was it ideal? No but like she says: “Beats living on the streets and starving.” But what Kiki didn’t know was that her life was going to change, not in the best way.
Kiki got ready for another boring day of school, listening to people talk about how superior they were just because they had a flashy quirk was draining.
Maybe she’d make a friend or perhaps someone would actually talk to her about things she found interesting. And not some silly hero follies and how All Might defeated a villain for the thirteenth time. Don’t get her wrong, she appreciated what heroes did but it got old when it was all anyone could yap about.
It’d be great if someone talked to her about other things that directly involved her. Like her favorite characters or her dreams, probably not.
“Your lunch is on the counter, don’t be late.” Her foster mother said blankly, busying herself with the dishes, Kiki nodded. She quickly took her bag, not expecting anything warm or friendly in return. At least her foster mother took some interest, her foster father was more colder and only talked when it was to scold her or something.
“Thank you ma’am!” Her foster parents made it especially clear that they weren’t her parents and they were just there to make them look and feel better about themselves, a sad way of living to be honest. They didn’t mind that Kiki spent more time out of the house unless it was inconvenient for them. Kiki was content with that arrangement. Not like their house wasn’t much to miss.
Kiki enthusiastically walked to school, watching the many high tech screens display pro hero sponsored products and their heroic efforts.School rolled around and it was just another reminder about how useless her place in society was, teachers constantly saying they needed somebody with a powerful quirk to help fetch supplies or something.
While everyone flocked to the teacher hoping to help, Kiki pathetically stayed behind. A tiny part of her hated her quirkless self, useless and stupid, she was essentially the house fly of society or that’s how her foster family’s son put it.
Kiki found herself at a mall at the end of the school day, her foster parents often gave her quarters and money so she stayed away while they had lunches or something with their friends and actual kids. It hurt but it gave Kiki much better things to do, like visiting a pet store or getting ice cream.
Her favorite dogs to see were corgis, she liked their stubby little legs and sloppy kisses. She enjoyed screwing around with the claw machines too. Not like she’d win anything. Kiki wandered around the mall, hoping to find a claw machine and maybe blow her money on a new ball of yarn. Or get cake in a can, who knows?
Everyone was flocking around a screen, show casing the annual hero ranking chart coming up in a few months, Kiki found herself beside a strange skinny man. She wanted to briefly rest her legs and get some homework done before screwing around. The man was weird though, he smelt like ash. Not cigarette ash but something that had a weird coppery tang.
The pre teen could make out blue hair and his hand was scratching his neck, he was muttering something. She was able to make one sentence out of his audible rasp.
“Damn heroes and their narcissism.”