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Quirkless but Not Worthless: Chapter 2

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“[_], your leg’s starting to heal nicely. You’re a real trooper,” Dr. Masashi complimented while overlooking her x-rays, her eyebrows furrowed at the site of her arms, the broken bones there would still need time, but other than that, she was doing fine. “Do you have any discomfort in your legs? Are the splints in properly?” She asks, concerned.

She nods, “Yes, Dr. Masashi. I’m as good as I can be. I just can’t wait to get out of this hospital bed.”

“Oh yes, you’ll be out with time. Focus on eating your meals and then, when your leg’s healed enough, you’ll start rehabilitation.” She’s flipping through my papers, giving them one last once over, “I definitely see you getting better. Until next time, [_].” The sound of the soles enter and leave the room, she’s guessing a nurse came in.

“Here’s your lunch, is there anything else you’d like for me to do for you before I leave?” He’s especially peppy, nurses aren’t normally “excited” about work, though it’s better for someone to be happy than pissed.

She shuffles her torso a bit, the fact that both of her legs are raised in the air and her right arm is in a sling make it more difficult to lean up. “Do you, by any chance, know how I got here? The doctors and nurses haven’t told me anything. I’m just a little,” she grunts out, “--confused.”

She can see the gears turning in his mind, there’s no sound but the table being turned so that it’s on top of her, and her lunch being set down. [_] at least has one arm that’s perfectly functional, so she’s been using that without bothering the nurses. It looks and smells good, but her mind is elsewhere, wondering about the events from nearly two weeks ago.

“Let’s see, he had blonde hair, a scowl, and a hero’s costume.”

Her eyes widened, “A hero? Do you know his name?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know that, but he was really cute. He saved your life.”

“I know that now...I wish I could tell him thanks.”

“He even placed you on the gurney himself. I believe he was really worried, it’s a shame he didn’t tell us his name.” He trails off and catches [_] staring at him with the widest eyes, he gives her a sweet smile and makes his way to the door. “I placed the remote on your lap, have a nice meal.”

***

The next week, [_] decided to have a visitor, though her roommate had taken it upon herself to eat the coffee jelly that was supplied by the hospital. “--and then, I told everyone I was doing his work for him the entire time. How could he get promoted before me? I’m too petty to be happy for someone.” She stuffs another spoonful into her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s cool and all, Natasha, but you could scratch the back of my head like I told you to ten minutes ago.” She reluctantly obliges. “Do you have any information on the hero who saved me?”

“His name’s Ground Zero. He was on the news because of what happened to you. I hope you don’t mind being shown on national television. He didn’t stop for an interview either, he just picked you up and blasted away.” Natasha shows a video from her phone that she saved, the sight of [_] crashing into the street before a car comes is almost too much to watch, the moment is cut, and she’s laying on the ground. Ground Zero lands above her, picking her up with one arm, eager to get her to the nearest hospital.

I throw my head back into my pillow, the cushion comforts me, I wonder how he felt and smelled? If he said anything, what was spoken? Was I saved for a reason? Not in his opinion, but in the grand scheme of things? I wonder, just as to what I’m here for, I don’t feel particularly special. The way this all came about is just coincidence, but why me? The statistical probability of being in the wrong place at the wrong time is very high.

“I’m going...to...cheer Ground Zero on. If I’m at a public place, and I see him, I’ll scream for him to win. A hero needs fans.” As soon as I say that she nudges me in the head, “Ow.”

“You love superheros just like me. You just lie.”

“No! I like things the normal amount, I just care about my personal hero!”

“Oh, yeah right. Talking about cheering for a hero--we could have been at all the hero fights cheering!” She starts to go on and on about all the wasted time, and what her favorite heros are for the 100th time. She can talk about heroism for hours.

“You can go home now, Natasha! I’ll be out of here tomorrow. Make sure you pick me up.” [_] dismisses her, but she comes right up to the bedside and mushes her cheeks. [_] is powerless right now and she is loving it.

***

Two more weeks pass and her bones have healed up completely. It’s like it never even happened. She’s even going outside more often, well, that’s because she’s looking for clues on Ground Zero’s whereabouts. Her first day back in school was filled with classmates signing her arm cast. Doing work is easy enough, you really just need one arm for that, anyway. The cast is mounted on a shelf like it’s a trophy, it reminds her everyday to try her best at finding Ground Zero, and thanking him from the bottom of her heart. Maybe she’ll become a super smart medical research scientist and discover a cure for a disease. Who knows what the future holds?

[_]’s search history is scattered with questionings of the hero, where he frequents, where he’s been recently, who he might be friends with...or dating. You have to look that stuff up if you can. Videos from UA’s Tournament popped up with Ground Zero, based on his quirk, which is very rare in itself. With or without the mask, he’s so handsome, but very angry. There’s just so much anger in that boy. Though, he’s ranked number one for the freshmen class, but he seems to get in a lot of trouble. There’s a video from the summer of this same year, caught by a sludge villain, then he was abducted by the League of Super Villains, his face was plastered all over the news.

She leans back in the chair, testing the twist in her legs in boredom, everything’s back to normal for [_]; but what is normal for him? Kidnappings, being restrained by his own school, shouting and cursing at all times? She wonders if he feels like he’s got so many obstacles and that going to UA to become a hero is a mistake? That’s how she’d feel deep down, sometimes [_] doesn’t believe she’s in Japan for a real reason other than just wanting to be on her own as far away from her family as she can. They aren’t terrible people, She’s just been smothered.

Writing down all of the places she’s found, today’s work is done. The only thing to do is to find him, he has to be at or near one of these places. He has to.

***

The first place to check of course is UA Academy. Ditching school to find another guy at his own school seems counterproductive, because you’re just avoiding one school for another. When she’d taken one step past the gates, they closed shut, she had to jump back s quickly, all of her sweets dropped onto the pathway. “Ah, whyyyyy,” a tear nearly drops from her eyes, “If the doors were just going to smash together like that, then there should be a warning.”

Second stop, the next free day she had, was the very same street he seemed to have been patrolling when she had her accident; devoid of any sign of the night her life had changed or that she’d been there at all. Everyone goes on about life naturally. That’s how it is when it doesn’t happen to you, but if you’re saved by a hero, or if you look up to them, they’ll be on your mind many times throughout a day. You become a fan.

That day was spent walking up and down the streets within a ten block radius, hoping to catch Ground Zero, and find him. With hopes set high, the fall is even greater; he wasn’t patrolling today, even though it was a Saturday. She checked twitter and no one had heard from him that day either, or else there would have been posts like “Ground Zero yelled at me to back up and it was so cool”.

The third day, and all of these days aren’t consecutive at all, so she really had to find time that worked for her to go out on a wild goose chase, she was wrapping up a box of candies she bought from the store for him. The lights from the early saturday morning were peeping through the blinds; mornings gave her more energy, if she could go to sleep the night before instead of staying up.

“What are you doing, who are you giving candies to? Don’t tell me it’s--”

“Ground Zero.”

Natasha facepalmed, “I can’t believe you’re still looking for him. I’m telling you, you won’t.”

[_] shook her head, doubt was trying to rear its way into her life in the form of her friend. “Can’t let that get to me.”

“Whyyyy, I could be eating that instead.” She whined a lot for a twenty-eight year old.

“No,” [_] says, “I’ll meet him, and tell him of his good deed, and maybe he’ll be a better, friendlier person. I bet he doesn’t get thanked a lot.”

She flops on the couch dramatically, “You’re too nice for this world.”

That day, she went to different hero agencies around the city, hoping they knew of Bakugo and had some sure fire way to contact him.

“Are you here to show off another quirk to get into my agency?” Asked Best Jeanist, his disinterested voice nearly made her turn right back around and leave. His office looked like a modeling agency, very chic, very modern; it matched his whole...vibe. High fashion.

Clearing the cat scratching her throat, she opened her mouth to speak. “Oh no, sir, I don’t have a quirk at all.”

His eyebrow raises in confusion, “Is there something I should know about? A robbery? Murder? Kidnapping? Area that’s been destroyed that have survivors that need rescuing?” He starts to name off different reasons for being there and the longer he goes on, the more [_] feels like an idiot for going there. They all seem so dire, this was definitely a mistake.

“I’m actually looking for Bakugo Katsuki.”

Best Jeanist stifles a laugh, “Why would you ever want to do that?”

***

Walking the way back home was horrible. How could he say that about Bakugo? Yeah, he could be aggressive but he was still a hero, he was still saving people’s lives.That takes a special person. [_] chuckled to herself, “Look at me, talking about Bakugo like I know him.” She tries to sidestep a hero leaning against the wall of a storefront, but is frightened to have him step right in front of her.

“Excuse me--” He holds a hand out, which she walked right into before backing up to look him in the eye.

“Yes?” With his dark red hair, pointing in every which way, same colored eyes staring at her, and outfit showing off his muscles, she could feel her face growing hotter.

“I’m on patrol but I heard you talking about someone I sort of know,” he says with a bright pointy smile.

[_] jumps up, “You know who Bakugo is? That’s amazing! I’ve been looking for him for two weeks!” She clutches the bag and hands it over to him, “Take this, please.”

His face is pink as she realizes that what she’s done is like some sort of weird confession. “I...thank you. I’ll enjoy these!” He bows.

She could never tell him that they weren’t for him, no, that’d be cruel and embarrassing. “Ah...thank you so much…”

He points to himself, “Red Riot.”

“Yes, Red Riot,” her smile is warm and inviting before she asks him, “Do you by any chance know where Bakugo is?”

“Oh yeah, he’s--why do you want to know where he is?”

[_] knew she’d get that question. She was prepared. “I had a big accident, but Bakugo was there to save me. I just wanted to tell him thank you.”

He laughs aloud, the sound of him slapping the back of his neck before rubbing it was so loud, she worried if he hurt himself. “That means this is for him--”

“No, please, you keep it. I was going to give whoever told me how to contact him that as a gift.” A lie.

“Thank you again. He’s normally with...well with the squad if he’s not at school, in his room, or doing hero rounds.” He looks around for a moment, “Tell you what, we’ll be at this restaurant to celebrate one of our classmates achievements, I hope you can come to thank him.” He writes down the name of the place, date, and time on a spare piece of paper she rummaged through her purse for. “You have my full support for Bakugo’s hand in marriage!” He walks off, waving his gift into the air as he turns a corner.

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Quirkless but Not Worthless: Chapter One

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On the day [_] died, there was a sale on cherries she just had to get . Fresh, from the closest farm renowned for their cherry harvest. She immediately imagined herself eating them while laying on the comforter, or in the living room in front of the TV with her roommate. She liked the simple things.

“What are your thoughts on cherries, Natasha?” [_] asked, lips pursed, touching her fingertip. Natasha had already started getting ready for work, on the day she wasn’t in college, she was working in an office, like a real adult, as she claimed.

“I like them, why?”

“I’m gonna get some later on today, I guess, after I clean all of this up. I didn’t get to eat cherries all the time where I’m from. My parents didn’t think of buying them, but now that I’m here on a foreign exchange, I’m gonna eat all the fruit I want!” She nearly shouted, raising her spoon in the air.

Natasha rolled her eyes, nearly snorting at the younger girl. “That’s some goal.” Her fingers slipped on the back of her black kitten heel as she grabbed her purse. “I’ll eat some when you bring them when I get off from work.” She gave her a smile and was off.

There’s not much to say about what [_]’s day consists of. Just cleaning, cooking, focusing on her homework and studying--OH, the study breaks. Where she was scrolling through her many social media accounts, laughing or arguing with random people online. It was an eventful day for her. As she leans back in her chair at her desk, she looks over the stack of work she got done when she notices the colorful flyer under them, when it dawns on her. “THE WONTONS--I mean--CHERRIES!”

Her roommate would probably be making a comment about how scatterbrained she is while watching her race around her room to gather her things and get ready to go out. She didn’t want to look an absolute mess. The standing mirror on the wall let her smooth the wrinkles in her shirt, her jeans held onto her waist, she liked the waistband high to tuck in a top that’s a little oversized. She parted her hair down the middle with her fingers, the coils separated where they could and framed her oval/heart shaped face just right.

She looked absolutely ordinary, in her mind, with how the world was, heroes were everywhere, it makes the regular humans feel like they were given the short end of the stick, like something was wrong with them; but [_] started to think that if there are so many heroes, then really, having powers is ordinary. I mean, they have many infinite varieties of abilities, but still, that’s normal for the world, so, they’re the average ones...right?

“That’s stupid, they’re so much better.” She chuckled to herself as she shut the door to her room, walking down the hallway, and entering the living room/open kitchen to get to the door. As soon as she’d stepped outside, she noticed it was like everything had “settled”. A weird way to put it, but it felt like everything was in the way it should be, waiting for the next moment in a story. She couldn’t feel where the air stopped and her skin began, the absolute perfect temperature, so perfect it’ll make you uncomfortable. “EeYEUgh…” She made a disgusted noise while ascending down the steps. There was a reason to be uneasy.

“She’ll be home in a little while, so I need to get these quick and head back. I’ll be lucky if I end up following right behind her.” [_] made sure not to bump into any passers by, her lips formed a tighter smile the longer she stayed out. With the sun nearing the other side of the sky, the city was shadowed in a deep peach shade, which would have been relaxing had she not been pressed for time. Sweat began to form across her brow in her hustle across the street; as soon as a light turned green, she broke into a light sprint, until she finally made it.

The store was small and the cherries were right on display near the front windows. There were other people inside, looking for snacks to eat while they binge watched something on Netflix. “Same.” [_] said aloud, picking up plastic containers of cherries, “I wanna get sick off these and eat them until I puke.” There was a giggle not too far away at her antics, she felt her face grow hot knowing someone was listening to her, especially when she wasn’t counting on it.

The shopkeeper leaned over the counter as she walked up, taking in her many tubs of the pitted fruit, The Cherry Monster, he thought. “Those are ripe, I hope you enjoy them.” The sides of his eyes formed wrinkles as he smiled; I heard that if you smiled and laughed a lot in life, that you’ll develop those faster than others.

“Yes, thank you for stocking them, sir,” She found herself speaking in formal honorifics to everyone after a few months of living there. Better to do that and risk getting a stern correcting from strangers she’d never see again like the many times before. In seconds she’d counted out the change and took her bags.

“Thank you, come again!”

“Thank you,” She mumbled, walking out of the store.

As soon as she’d stepped out, the sound of explosions, and the feeling of wind whooshed past her. “Get out of the fucking way!” Everything moves so quickly, the colors flashing red, yellow, smoke appearing to come out of thin air at his will as he blasts through the sky, closer and closer, she doesn’t even notice the burglar running her way. The sidewalk is a bit crowded, people are racing and running, trying to get out of the way. I should do the same, he’s got a lot to handle.

It was hard to try to see a path to escape the hectic crowd. On the other side of the street, there were less civilians, which she thought as safer to be around. There! A clearing leading to the other side was spotted, between parked cars, and an inevitable traffic jam due to the commotion. It’s better now than ever. With her ears ringing from horns honking, and terrified shouts, she blinked a little longer than usual, closed her eyes for a lengthier time than normal; which proved to be stupid. A hand had grabbed her by the wrist, jerking her around, the criminal pressed himself against her; the smell of cigarette smoke, and unwashed, mildew flew into her nostrils. Had she really been taken for hostage that easily, with nothing to protect her? Sure the hero was there but she couldn’t be sure she’d survive. People die everyday, and All Might isn’t around anymore, he would have gotten there in seconds. Endeavor’s pretty good too.

She inhaled deeply, her eyes were still closed, she didn’t want to see her last moments on earth, her heart felt like it was going to rip out of her chest as she heard the hero shout, “HANDS OFF THE CIVILIAN!” He sounded like he was right in front of her, and he was, her eyelids lifted their veil to show her someone was trying for her. The look in his eyes was full of determination, as his hand reached out for her, but the burglar turned captor, had other plans in mind. Without a word he lifted her with ease, throwing her into the air. “SHIT!”

As she coasted through the air, the cherries flew out of her bags, as she let go. She caught sight of the hero crashing his hand right onto the bastard’s face, plumes of smoke came off his skin, on contact, he’d dropped to the ground. The hero switched directions in mid-air to come for her, the very same hand outstretched in desperation before she hit the hard gravel with a loud thud. A car came to a skid, approaching closer without stopping. The brakes, they should be working, why? She asked herself as his voice was tuned out, and the car rolled over her. Everything went blank.

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