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ITSUMI's POV
    AT THE AGE of four, I received my quirk like most of the world's population. It was similar to my mother's, Inko, but instead of just attracting small objects - I could attract and repulse them. I could pull objects of any size towards me and I could push them away just as well.

Though, as I received a quirk, my younger brother never did. He had the inability to gain a quirk due to an extra bone in his pinkie toe. I was seven when I remembered his distraught look, so void and utterly empty of any emotion. It was a normal reaction I guess, especially since he wanted to be a hero like his idol, All Might.

I never understood the necessity of heroism. We already had cops, why do we need super heroes? Sure, they had extreme quirks that can help, but is that all? In fact, the heroes kind of annoyed me. People always praised heroes, but they never accounted for the effects of having a hero in families.

The constant worry for their safety, both family and hero. The feeling of neglect because they're always away and out saving people. The bottled stress because the family doesn't always agree for their actions. The facade, forced to be happy and grateful while the hero in the family is out and about whilst in danger.

It's toxic.

Maybe my clear distaste for heroes first started due to our father leaving. I was young, but still old enough to remember it clearly, when he left. He left because he was offered a job to be a hero abroad, and though he sent money, his absence affected our mother very much. To grow attached to him, to love him, yet to suddenly watch as he leaves to pursue being a hero? Choosing being a hero over his family?

I've asked myself many times that same question. However, the more I thought about it, the more I grew to despise heroes. Then, the more I noticed the effects of his sudden departure on Inko and Izuku over the years, my feelings for my father spiraled downwards very fast - until I hated him.

And with my hatred of him, my disdain for heroes grew just as bitter.

So, yes, why do we need them? To save people? To defeat villains? Why do people praise them? Why do kids wish to be like them? Just why? Why are they important? They're just like everybody else. They're normal. They neglect others for their personal tasks.

I just didn't understand the need for heroes. I think I never will. However, with the absence of my father, I seemed to grow detached - as some may say. My emotions went from normal to muted, almost like I felt nothing. I grew distant from my mother and brother, I pushed them away. Not because I was angry or mad at them, it was just because I couldn't properly connect with them anymore. I tried. I compensated my lack of emotion with acts of kindness and compassion, but that was my limit.

So, as I walked my brother to school, I inwardly grimaced as he pulled me along - taking a detour. I instantly knew that we were going to a hero sighting. His need to praise heroes was almost repulsive to me. No, it is repulsive, but I put up with it. Though, as we made it to a crowd, my grimace was on full effect.

Whilst everyone gazed in awe, I was standing alone with my dark aura - frowning. Not looking up, I ignore everyone as I look through my phone, surfing the dark web for blogs and information. My red eyes raced through the pop up pages as they filled my phone screen.

'Need Money? Steps To Creating Your Own ATM Deciphering Card! Using this, you will be allowed to steal from ATM's by emptying all the money-'

'Want Someone Dead? Hire A Hitman, Criminal, or Villain! Costs ranging from 10,635 Yen to 20-'

'Buy Unregistered Weapons! Selling All Kinds of Guns, Knives, and Heavy Artillery! From simple switchblades to Arsenal 40 mm-' 

"Canon Canyon," I hear a loud voice yell.

With a sigh, I exit the multiple pages and turn off my phone, unimpressed. Looking up, I find a giant heroine bending over. The giant villain who was rampaging the train station is now on the floor, knocked out. Glancing ahead, I narrow my eyes and find Kamui Woods kneeling in despair. Assuming from the situation, I'm guessing the heroine stole his spotlight.

Quickly checking my phone, I glance at the time. With a straight face, I walk up to my brother and take his arm, pulling him away from the scene.

"Let's go, or you'll be late for class," I state whilst ignoring his resistant sputtering.

Once we were a distance away, I let go of his arm and continued walking. Glancing down, I notice as he smiles at the notes he took. Looking away, I grit my teeth and stiffle any attempts of showcasing my anger.

Heroes, I definitely hate them, I silently seethe.

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    SITTING IN CLASS, I listen as my homeroom teacher - a middle aged women with greying brown hair and a pair of pink cat-eye framed glasses - raves about this being our final year of high school. She talks about applying to colleges and how this year will be focused on making sure we graduate on time. The other students chatter about perusing their dreams; Some wanting to become doctors, making their own businesses by being entrepreneurs, others wanting to study law and become high ranking law officials.

Then, there's me. Someone who's currently working as part time cashier at a small market store and a part time waitress in a diner. I do it all just so I can maintain a form of support for the family. All my money goes to groceries and rent because with the money that Hisashi sends, it barely keeps us afloat.

However, with the fact that I need to work to support Inko and Izuku, it just makes me even more angry. Our father should be here, supporting his family, not in some other country saving people! I sound selfish, but all I am is angry. He chose to be a hero over his family!

Anyways, I sit in my seat whilst tapping my pencil to the corner of my desk. I think, because I don't know what I want.

What do I want?

College doesn't interest me, and if it did, I don't have enough time for it. The two jobs I work barely lets me have any time to sleep - that's if I sleep. Usually, my mind keeps me awake and I explore the dark webs of the internet, or I'm writing code whilst hacking through systems that interest me. On my computer, everything is encrypted, from my entry password to all my files, and it was written with an encryption that I wrote with several ciphering codes.

"So, Midoriya, what will you do after graduating," a peer, Rin Tsukishima, asks from besides me.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I glance at her and stare blankly. "Why are you talking to me," I ask, very monotone.

She blanches, cringes, and finally turns away - very awkwardly.

Our teacher claps her hands, gaining our full attention. "Midoriya, you're the top of the class, so I can only assume that you'll apply to a top tier university, am I right?" She mentions, giving a genuine smile.

I give a tight smile. "Well, that seems about right, but your assumption is just that. An assumption," I say with a polite, but condescending, smile.

She clasps her hands, giving a slight grimace. "Of course, but in no time I'm sure you'll have decided where to go," she states.

Just like that, class returns to normal. Looking down to my notebook, I frown.

What exactly am I going to do?

Where will I go?

Do I stay with mom and Izuku?

No. Maybe. I'm not entirely sure.

Sighing, I glance at the window and think of all the possibilities that are out there, waiting for me. However, the more I think about my possibilities, the more I think about what I want. I'm not exactly the basic cut-out of a star student.

Sure, I have a keen intelligence, but I never persuaded any form of dreams. I don't want to be a doctor despite my anatomical knowledge. I don't crave to create new technological software, or make big money ideas with technology. I'm not that big on the idea of joining any government branches due to my computer skills. Everything sounds boring, in fact, I'm just bored.

Though, I am seeking for some excitement in my very dull and stale life.

But what excites me?

The better question is, does anything excite me?

I release a soft sigh, frowning. The answer is no. Nothing excites me, nothing that I have found so far. Sure, things interest me, but they don't grip me with utter fascination and amazement. I want something thrilling, to wake me up, I want the rush of adrenaline to run through my sleepwalking veins.

I need some emotion.

Though, the only emotion I show is my disdain for heroes and a curiosity for breaking the law. A normal person will be worried with these two notions, they'll say that I have the nature to become a villain, a criminal. However, I find it interesting, the fact that I can become a villain doesn't bother me, that I have the potential.

Once my mind concentrates on that point, ideas start to fester.

Questions fill my mind.

What type of villain can I be?

Do I use my hacking skills to steal and expose secrets? I can launder money, millions and billions, into fake bank accounts that I can obviously create!

I can fall off the grid, completely erasing my identity, and go on a murderous rampage, killing whomever I want, whenever I want!

I can create a computer virus and release it, breaking all sense of security and start a purge throughout the city! Making and creating utter chaos!

The more my mind makes ideas, I finally feel the thrill of excitement. My emotions fluctuate so much that I have to bite my lip in order to stop smiling. Taking my notebook, I write down all the ideas as the class around me focuses on the teacher.

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    SIGHING, I WALK towards the diner where I work at. Luckily, today I don't have a shift at the market. With my head down, and gripping my backpack, I take the backstreets to cut my time in half. I send a quick text to my mother, telling her that I'm going to be working and coming home late. I also tell her that I'll buy this week's groceries after work. Next, I send a text to Izuku telling him not get too lost on the latest hero news, and to do his homework.

With that, I completely turn off my phone and continue towards work. The location of the diner is towards the ghetto of the city, nothing too bad. Mostly abandoned buildings, lowlife gangsters, drug dealers, some scantily dressed women, but there's still a collection of stores and restaurants to bring customers. One example being the traditional sushi bar and grill - Red Sun Sushi. They're known for their vast variety of different sushi rolls - white fish, yellowtail, salmon, tuna, etc, along with their sake.

The customers that I usually wait on aren't too bad either. Sure, they may have criminal backgrounds, or still run with them, but they do tip well. By means, the diner is a popular place for the yakuza - the more hardcore type of gang. As long as I don't ask questions about their conversations, I'm not at risk.

After a few minutes of walking down desolated streets, I finally make it to Red Sun. Entering with a chime of a doorbell, I walk past the shift manager - raising my hand as a greeting, before rushing to the backroom. With small lockers decorating one side of the room, I quickly unlock mine and swiftly change out of my school uniform into my waitress uniform. Taking my notepad and stuffing it into my apron, I quick and as best tie my curled bob into a small ponytail.

Suddenly, the door opens and my fellow waitress - Chisa Rokuma, grins towards me.

"Midoriya! It's good that you're here, Nanami bailed again! We're totally swamped," she exclaims, almost pathetically. "They're holding another meeting, and you know they like to spend all day here when that happens!"

And by they, she means our most favorable customer. The Yakuza. Not the known Shie Hassaikai, just a hard core group of arm dealers. They sell and trade weapons internationally, mostly in Asia and Europe. By hard core, I mean killing a previous worker who was stupid enough to ask questions in the head - dead center.

"Yeah, we can split the tables. Did Nanami call to why she bailed," I ask, monotonously, as I pin my name tag to my shirt.

"Apparently, she was sick with the flu - it's not even the season for it. She most likely has a hangover from going out last night. Her social media was full of red cup selfies, did you know that? Ugh, it's already bad enough that she flirts with Sora all day when she's here, but to repeatedly miss her shifts, that's the line crossed! But no - she just flutters her eyela-"

I sigh, why did I have to ask?

"My shift's starting. We'll talk later, Rokuma," Not.

Looking at the tables, I see the tables practically full. My shoulders slump in defeat.

I was four when I realized that I was like most people, gaining a quirk to fit in with society. Though, it was three years later, when I was seven, when I realized that life was so full of disappointments as I watched my father walk away from his family. However, ten years later, I stand here and realize that I'm broken with invisible fragments as I yearn for change, that I yearn for destruction.

Whether it be mine, or the world's, I will never know...

Not yet, at least.

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Well, that was the first chapter, and yeah it was boring, but that's my starting point. For the first few chapters at least, we'll see Itsumi in her everyday life - I mean, it's a year later when the attack at USJ happens.

We need the in between. Because that's when Itsumi will surely unravel towards villainy.

Especially, when she notices Izuku's hidden agenda with a certain pro hero. In her point of view - father like son.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

Comment what you thought - what you liked, disliked, or just whatever!

Until then!

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