Genkai
- a shy snowfall -
A quiet breeze blew a collection of humble cherry blossoms through the urban streets that made up Musutafu, Japan.
Warm chocolate eyes stared up at the bright blue sky, her silent acknowledgement of the beauty being broken by an exclamation, "Woah!" Mela Uede held onto her leather purse as the gust of wind finally died down, a gentle pink perfume rain fell down upon her and Ruka Kurotsuki. The pair had moved to Musutafu only a few days ago to start a new term at the prestigious UA High School. Mela and Ruka had been friends for quite a while, relying on the other to be there in both the good and bad. They both came from rather well known, wealthy families and as such, had spent a good deal of time learning at a young age how the world really worked. It wasn't black and white, no there were shades of grey that filtered through the lense of different people. Both families contributed to Japan's recovery in the event of villainous attacks. The two young women knew exactly what it meant to fight and when to stay silent.
But now their invisible shackles were being broken, both girls moving away from their homes to start a new life. They both dreamed of becoming a hero, someone who saved others. But that dream was no longer something intangible but something growing, developing into something very real. They would be starting at UA in their third and final year. Mela had to admit it was intimidating to join a class that had already been through two years together. But still, she would focus on the opportunity, not the challenge itself. If she viewed it as such, she had already overcome the challenge and stayed in a more positive and adaptable frame of mind. Mela let out a small laugh to Ruka, her grip loosening as she sighed. "That was a really good lunch, the pasta was so soft and tender. I think we're going to have a great time here." She declare, giving her best friend a wide toothy grin, her trademark look.
It wasn't often for Mela to be without a smile. It took a lot to anger her or bring her to tears. But when she did cry or shout, it was a spectacle of bottle of emotions shattering all at once. Thankfully it didn't happen very often. "I'll see you late tonight, Ruka!" She hugged her friend and gave her longer hair a playful tug, something Mela sometimes did to make sure Ruka took her words to heart, "We gotta be back by dark yeah?" Mela was being a bit extra cautious given the city they were in. Sure, it was safe with the heroes that guarded it but it was new and they still had to find their way. Best to do it in the daylight. "If not, I'm gonna hunt you down haha." She closed one eye and stuck her tongue out at Ruka before she stepped back and waved before she headed down the street. Mela had a few things to buy and places to go, and Ruka had her own list of places to check out.
Often enough they stuck together, giggling arm in arm. But like good friends, they also enjoyed time apart. Mela wanted to grab some baking books. She loved to bake and wanted to get some books that were local to the city so she could bake something for her new classmates. Maybe some considered it a bribe but Mela would innocently smile and swear it was just a kind gesture that would taste amazing. And if her classmates accepted their new resident baker a little easier, Mela would not complain. The brunette had on a pair of blue jeans and a light yellow tee shirt with a black outline of All Might's face. You could say she was a fan, but not a creepy fan. There was a difference. As she walked down the sidewalk, she was quick to sidestep anyone going the other way or just moving too slow for her tastes. Mela's quick allowed her to alter her body's center of gravity so her balance and agility were pretty well honed. And her archery was on a whole other level, it was a skill she practiced before she could even walk.
Without noticing exactly where she was going, Mela found herself taking a turn into a dead end. She took a step back and pulled out her phone, about to check the map application but felt someone against her when she tried to back up. Turning around, Mela looked behind her and saw two older men with dark hair and glasses, looking rather unsavory. And greasy. Mela made a face and quickly jumped back but there wasn't anywhere else to go that didn't leave her cornered. How could she be so careless?
"Look what we have here? A lost mouse in a big city." One sneered, he had a cigarette in his mouth.
"You can just see she's new. We should give her a warm welcome." The other laughed, his hair dark spiky hair twitching with glee.
Mela was unarmed but she could flee at least. She gripped her phone and shoved it in her pocket. She darted to the left along the brick wall, trying to make a break. The one smoking lunged but for Mela she easily dodged and placed her feet on the wall, bouncing away from his reach as if it were a springboard. Mela did a few front flips and found herself nearing the street but found herself being yanked back by the other, his hair snaking around her neck to pull her back. Mela fall backwards, her back hitting the concrete. "Ow!" She felt the wind knocked out of her. Her weakness was close combat and now they had her right where they needed her to bed. She kicked her legs up around the hair wound around her, trying to gain some leverage. She struggled to breathe and she arched up, not going to go down without a fight.
The one with the hairy manipulation quirk leaned over her, a foot slamming down on her left shoulder while his counterpart grabbed her purse and started rummaging through it. He found a freshly made UA ID and laughed. "She wants to be a hero! Ha! We should show her what we do to heroes who are way out of their league. We like to have some fun." He smirked as he joined his friend, his hand beginning to glow, the temperature in his rising as he bent over the girl. Mela brought up her hands but found them getting tangled and lost in the thick hair. Her chest began to ache and she began to feel dizzy. It was clear if something didn't change, she would be going home much sooner than planned.
- - -
Despite having been at UA for two years, Denki Kaminari still dragged his feet when it came to getting to class. The final days of break seemed to be slipping through his hands. It was cruel. Terribly cruel. The blond had improved over those two years at UA though. He had also made friendships in that of Mina and Kyoka. And even Izuku and Yuga. Denki had to say his time was enriched by those he surrounded himself with. Just a few weeks ago, the group ended up going to a retro punk and techno concert over in Tokyo. It had been amazing. Denki pulled out his phone, tapping through the pictures he had taken with his friends. They had all grown so much but even still, it felt like only yesterday that he had been wide eyed and staring at UA's massive entrance, about to take the exams with all the other hopefuls. Only a few had made it and Denki knew he was going to make the most of this chance.
And so far, he was.
His first year in the Sport's Festival had been embarrassing but last year he had made a major improvement and made it to the semi-finals. There was still so much he had to do to become a hero but unlike most of his classmates, he was excited at the prospect of being a sidekick for a while. He would take everything learned and use it to become an even greater hero as Chargebolt. He saw a text message from Eijiro asking if he had finished his reading for the break, causing the blond to let out a loud snorting noise. That had to be a trick question right? He replied: [Hah, I'll get to it eventually. We have two more days of freedom. Let me enjoy them, MOM] He sent back to Eijiro. Putting his phone away, Denki turned his attention to the collection of CDs in front of him. He scratched the bridge of his nose, trying to find what he was looking for. While most people would buy something after getting something done with, like an award, Denki liked to live in the moment and take things step by step. And right now, that meant rummaging through the old music shops around the city.
Sighing, the boy found himself leaving the second store empty handed. Denki was feeling a bit hungry and headed two blocks over to grab a quick burger. The boy, and the rest of 3-A, were unaware they'd be welcoming two new students very soon. Denki got another message from Eijiro though it was just an emoji sticking its tongue out. Shaking his head, Denki was almost wistful as he thought back to the end of their last term together. Everyone had grown so much stronger and had bonded. But he could tell some of his classmates were struggling academically despite making strides with their quirk. As much as he hated it, Denki had to accept the need to buckle down when needed, even with a bit of extra scolding from Momo. With Eijiro's reminding hanging in the back of his head, Denki had to consider calling it an early day to go home and crack open a book, just to prove his friends wrong.
It would be pretty funny if he managed to come back and get a higher quiz score than Shoto or Momo or Tenya. With that goal in mind, Denki finished his burger. He threw his trash out and headed down the street. It was a slow Friday afternoon. Denki had managed to find a cool part time gig in the city close to the dorms at UA. The job was waiting tables at a nearby cafe. At first it seemed like dull work to the boy with electricity flowing through his veins but in actuality it gave him a great place to try some pick up lines on the ladies. Most of them they fizzled and his manager would lecture him about what he should and shouldn't be saying to loyal attractive patrons. But with the idea of a soulmate being right under his nose, the guy couldn't help but want to see the potential in everyone he met. His mother insisted the right girl would cross his path in due time and if they shared a mark, it would be wonderful but if not, to not worry.
The idea of a soulmate hinging upon a birthmark was an odd one and didn't appear until several decades after the emergence of quirks. His parents shared the same mark but his mother tried to assure Denki not to place too much weight on it, that some connected well without a matching mark. His mother just wanted her son to be happy and healthy and to focus on his training, love would fall into place when it was right. Denki already knew his current classmates weren't anyone he'd have a real future with. He wouldn't admit this to anyone but Denki had to fantasize about teaming up with his future wife, both of them being epic heroes that defend people. It would also be great if his power didn't harm her but thanks to the training at UA, he was slowly learning how to better aim his volts of energy. But he had to consider the fact his soulmate could be someone without a quirk. Maybe he'd save them in some burning building or from some falling debris.
So while the ladies of 3-A joked that the guys just talked about sports and video games, while they weren't really wrong, the guys did sometimes trade gossip about who had what mark and how they pictured meeting the future love of their lives. No one would ever learn that truth though. Even under torture, people like him, Shoto, and Bakugo would never admit to something so silly and lame. Putting on some casual black headphones, Denki used his phone's bluetooth to tune into some American punk/pop as he headed back to the bus station, just taking his time. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he zoned out, enjoying the spring afternoon, not worrying about his surroundings, a habit he had yet to break since he was a kid. Denki didn't notice some guy trailing behind him with some kind of glint in his eye. As Denki turned a corner, the man rushed forward and pinned him against the brick wall, his arm bracing Denki's neck so he couldn't look back to see who was robbing him.
"Hey punk, give me your wallet?"
"Huh?"
"I said give me your wallet!"
"What?" The music was preventing Denki from really understanding the brute but he had a feeling he was being robbed. Denki gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't use his power, unsure if he might hit someone nearby. The large man pulled back his arm to reveal a built in blade running up along his forearm. Deciding to take a chance, he let his power loose. The man fell back, his body twitching. It hadn't been a large shock but enough to subdue him. Denki turned and smirked, dusting off his black leather jacket. "Hah." He smirked. But the guy just got up and laughed right back.
"Sorry kid, my blades are coated with teflon based material, your party trick ain't gonna work on me." He scoffed as he pointed hi blade directly at the boy. "So cough up the dough and you're free to go."
"Huuh?" Denki blurted out, reaching up to pull down his headphones, them looping around his neck. Though had had gotten the gist of what the jerk was saying. He had quite a bit of cash on him and hated to part with his hard earned tips.
Warm chocolate eyes stared up at the bright blue sky, her silent acknowledgement of the beauty being broken by an exclamation, "Woah!" Mela Uede held onto her leather purse as the gust of wind finally died down, a gentle pink perfume rain fell down upon her and Ruka Kurotsuki. The pair had moved to Musutafu only a few days ago to start a new term at the prestigious UA High School. Mela and Ruka had been friends for quite a while, relying on the other to be there in both the good and bad. They both came from rather well known, wealthy families and as such, had spent a good deal of time learning at a young age how the world really worked. It wasn't black and white, no there were shades of grey that filtered through the lense of different people. Both families contributed to Japan's recovery in the event of villainous attacks. The two young women knew exactly what it meant to fight and when to stay silent.
But now their invisible shackles were being broken, both girls moving away from their homes to start a new life. They both dreamed of becoming a hero, someone who saved others. But that dream was no longer something intangible but something growing, developing into something very real. They would be starting at UA in their third and final year. Mela had to admit it was intimidating to join a class that had already been through two years together. But still, she would focus on the opportunity, not the challenge itself. If she viewed it as such, she had already overcome the challenge and stayed in a more positive and adaptable frame of mind. Mela let out a small laugh to Ruka, her grip loosening as she sighed. "That was a really good lunch, the pasta was so soft and tender. I think we're going to have a great time here." She declare, giving her best friend a wide toothy grin, her trademark look.
It wasn't often for Mela to be without a smile. It took a lot to anger her or bring her to tears. But when she did cry or shout, it was a spectacle of bottle of emotions shattering all at once. Thankfully it didn't happen very often. "I'll see you late tonight, Ruka!" She hugged her friend and gave her longer hair a playful tug, something Mela sometimes did to make sure Ruka took her words to heart, "We gotta be back by dark yeah?" Mela was being a bit extra cautious given the city they were in. Sure, it was safe with the heroes that guarded it but it was new and they still had to find their way. Best to do it in the daylight. "If not, I'm gonna hunt you down haha." She closed one eye and stuck her tongue out at Ruka before she stepped back and waved before she headed down the street. Mela had a few things to buy and places to go, and Ruka had her own list of places to check out.
Often enough they stuck together, giggling arm in arm. But like good friends, they also enjoyed time apart. Mela wanted to grab some baking books. She loved to bake and wanted to get some books that were local to the city so she could bake something for her new classmates. Maybe some considered it a bribe but Mela would innocently smile and swear it was just a kind gesture that would taste amazing. And if her classmates accepted their new resident baker a little easier, Mela would not complain. The brunette had on a pair of blue jeans and a light yellow tee shirt with a black outline of All Might's face. You could say she was a fan, but not a creepy fan. There was a difference. As she walked down the sidewalk, she was quick to sidestep anyone going the other way or just moving too slow for her tastes. Mela's quick allowed her to alter her body's center of gravity so her balance and agility were pretty well honed. And her archery was on a whole other level, it was a skill she practiced before she could even walk.
Without noticing exactly where she was going, Mela found herself taking a turn into a dead end. She took a step back and pulled out her phone, about to check the map application but felt someone against her when she tried to back up. Turning around, Mela looked behind her and saw two older men with dark hair and glasses, looking rather unsavory. And greasy. Mela made a face and quickly jumped back but there wasn't anywhere else to go that didn't leave her cornered. How could she be so careless?
"Look what we have here? A lost mouse in a big city." One sneered, he had a cigarette in his mouth.
"You can just see she's new. We should give her a warm welcome." The other laughed, his hair dark spiky hair twitching with glee.
Mela was unarmed but she could flee at least. She gripped her phone and shoved it in her pocket. She darted to the left along the brick wall, trying to make a break. The one smoking lunged but for Mela she easily dodged and placed her feet on the wall, bouncing away from his reach as if it were a springboard. Mela did a few front flips and found herself nearing the street but found herself being yanked back by the other, his hair snaking around her neck to pull her back. Mela fall backwards, her back hitting the concrete. "Ow!" She felt the wind knocked out of her. Her weakness was close combat and now they had her right where they needed her to bed. She kicked her legs up around the hair wound around her, trying to gain some leverage. She struggled to breathe and she arched up, not going to go down without a fight.
The one with the hairy manipulation quirk leaned over her, a foot slamming down on her left shoulder while his counterpart grabbed her purse and started rummaging through it. He found a freshly made UA ID and laughed. "She wants to be a hero! Ha! We should show her what we do to heroes who are way out of their league. We like to have some fun." He smirked as he joined his friend, his hand beginning to glow, the temperature in his rising as he bent over the girl. Mela brought up her hands but found them getting tangled and lost in the thick hair. Her chest began to ache and she began to feel dizzy. It was clear if something didn't change, she would be going home much sooner than planned.
- - -
Despite having been at UA for two years, Denki Kaminari still dragged his feet when it came to getting to class. The final days of break seemed to be slipping through his hands. It was cruel. Terribly cruel. The blond had improved over those two years at UA though. He had also made friendships in that of Mina and Kyoka. And even Izuku and Yuga. Denki had to say his time was enriched by those he surrounded himself with. Just a few weeks ago, the group ended up going to a retro punk and techno concert over in Tokyo. It had been amazing. Denki pulled out his phone, tapping through the pictures he had taken with his friends. They had all grown so much but even still, it felt like only yesterday that he had been wide eyed and staring at UA's massive entrance, about to take the exams with all the other hopefuls. Only a few had made it and Denki knew he was going to make the most of this chance.
And so far, he was.
His first year in the Sport's Festival had been embarrassing but last year he had made a major improvement and made it to the semi-finals. There was still so much he had to do to become a hero but unlike most of his classmates, he was excited at the prospect of being a sidekick for a while. He would take everything learned and use it to become an even greater hero as Chargebolt. He saw a text message from Eijiro asking if he had finished his reading for the break, causing the blond to let out a loud snorting noise. That had to be a trick question right? He replied: [Hah, I'll get to it eventually. We have two more days of freedom. Let me enjoy them, MOM] He sent back to Eijiro. Putting his phone away, Denki turned his attention to the collection of CDs in front of him. He scratched the bridge of his nose, trying to find what he was looking for. While most people would buy something after getting something done with, like an award, Denki liked to live in the moment and take things step by step. And right now, that meant rummaging through the old music shops around the city.
Sighing, the boy found himself leaving the second store empty handed. Denki was feeling a bit hungry and headed two blocks over to grab a quick burger. The boy, and the rest of 3-A, were unaware they'd be welcoming two new students very soon. Denki got another message from Eijiro though it was just an emoji sticking its tongue out. Shaking his head, Denki was almost wistful as he thought back to the end of their last term together. Everyone had grown so much stronger and had bonded. But he could tell some of his classmates were struggling academically despite making strides with their quirk. As much as he hated it, Denki had to accept the need to buckle down when needed, even with a bit of extra scolding from Momo. With Eijiro's reminding hanging in the back of his head, Denki had to consider calling it an early day to go home and crack open a book, just to prove his friends wrong.
It would be pretty funny if he managed to come back and get a higher quiz score than Shoto or Momo or Tenya. With that goal in mind, Denki finished his burger. He threw his trash out and headed down the street. It was a slow Friday afternoon. Denki had managed to find a cool part time gig in the city close to the dorms at UA. The job was waiting tables at a nearby cafe. At first it seemed like dull work to the boy with electricity flowing through his veins but in actuality it gave him a great place to try some pick up lines on the ladies. Most of them they fizzled and his manager would lecture him about what he should and shouldn't be saying to loyal attractive patrons. But with the idea of a soulmate being right under his nose, the guy couldn't help but want to see the potential in everyone he met. His mother insisted the right girl would cross his path in due time and if they shared a mark, it would be wonderful but if not, to not worry.
The idea of a soulmate hinging upon a birthmark was an odd one and didn't appear until several decades after the emergence of quirks. His parents shared the same mark but his mother tried to assure Denki not to place too much weight on it, that some connected well without a matching mark. His mother just wanted her son to be happy and healthy and to focus on his training, love would fall into place when it was right. Denki already knew his current classmates weren't anyone he'd have a real future with. He wouldn't admit this to anyone but Denki had to fantasize about teaming up with his future wife, both of them being epic heroes that defend people. It would also be great if his power didn't harm her but thanks to the training at UA, he was slowly learning how to better aim his volts of energy. But he had to consider the fact his soulmate could be someone without a quirk. Maybe he'd save them in some burning building or from some falling debris.
So while the ladies of 3-A joked that the guys just talked about sports and video games, while they weren't really wrong, the guys did sometimes trade gossip about who had what mark and how they pictured meeting the future love of their lives. No one would ever learn that truth though. Even under torture, people like him, Shoto, and Bakugo would never admit to something so silly and lame. Putting on some casual black headphones, Denki used his phone's bluetooth to tune into some American punk/pop as he headed back to the bus station, just taking his time. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he zoned out, enjoying the spring afternoon, not worrying about his surroundings, a habit he had yet to break since he was a kid. Denki didn't notice some guy trailing behind him with some kind of glint in his eye. As Denki turned a corner, the man rushed forward and pinned him against the brick wall, his arm bracing Denki's neck so he couldn't look back to see who was robbing him.
"Hey punk, give me your wallet?"
"Huh?"
"I said give me your wallet!"
"What?" The music was preventing Denki from really understanding the brute but he had a feeling he was being robbed. Denki gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't use his power, unsure if he might hit someone nearby. The large man pulled back his arm to reveal a built in blade running up along his forearm. Deciding to take a chance, he let his power loose. The man fell back, his body twitching. It hadn't been a large shock but enough to subdue him. Denki turned and smirked, dusting off his black leather jacket. "Hah." He smirked. But the guy just got up and laughed right back.
"Sorry kid, my blades are coated with teflon based material, your party trick ain't gonna work on me." He scoffed as he pointed hi blade directly at the boy. "So cough up the dough and you're free to go."
"Huuh?" Denki blurted out, reaching up to pull down his headphones, them looping around his neck. Though had had gotten the gist of what the jerk was saying. He had quite a bit of cash on him and hated to part with his hard earned tips.