[My English] My Hero Academia!

Shi Qiu lay on the bed that had finally become familiar these days, exuding the smell of flower-scented detergent.She couldn't smell what kind of flower it was, it just didn't feel like any of the flowers she'd ever used.

The eyelids were drooping, and the dessert in his stomach——because he was too curious about Oulumite's craftsmanship, he finally ate it, and it was bringing a sense of fullness to the inside of his body at this moment.

Her personality says that she can use it at will until her body can't bear it, but frequent use in a short period of time will also cause a strange feeling of fatigue. After finishing the day's course and filling her stomach again, the fatigue feels like a sea wave. she.

She rubbed the pillow, stretched her arms to hug the soft quilt, and sighed contentedly, her mind paralyzed by sugar finally fell into a dream.

…………

Rainy days are always uncomfortable.

Hoshino Tokiaki - now five years old - took off his raincoat with a stern face, flicked two small braids, and shook off drops of water.Probably too much force, even one of the rubber bands was thrown out, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Her mother, Naruto Hoshino, picked up the headband, her long gray-blue hair draped over her shoulders, like a river flowing in a sombre oil painting.

The rubber band in Naruto Hoshino's hand was dirty, as if it had been rolled in muddy water. She looked up at Shiqiu, who was pinching the skirt of the kindergarten uniform, showing a cautious smile.

【I. 】

The child's short fingers are not very flexible, and the movements are a bit slow, but it does not prevent her from expressing her meaning.

【careless. 】

Shi Qiu touched the back of her wet head, covered by the raincoat all the way, Hoshino Naruto didn't realize that her whole body had become dirty and gray long ago.

[I fell down! 】

Hoshino Naruto was silent for a moment, tears welled up in those beautiful eyes.

[It doesn't hurt! 】

As a born aphasic, Hoshino Tokiaki's attention is directly proportional to his malice.

[She can't speak. ]

[so poor. ]

[What is she trying to say with that action? ]

Adults are always sympathetic to the weak, they will hold her hand, whisper caring, and warn other children——

[Be kind to Hoshino Tokiaki, she is different from us. ]

What does it mean to be different from us?In this world where individuality is 80.00% popular, being physically different is no longer enough to excite one's nerves.

It's not like there aren't people who want to befriend her after knowing she just can't talk.

However, she couldn't express her meaning correctly, and the little friends who had to rack their brains every time to understand her thoughts left one by one.

[Forget it, Hoshino is different from us. ]

With a strong personality she wouldn't be at the bottom of the class food chain.

No, as long as she has a personality, even if it's a tasteless personality like elongated fingers, she will have [common ground].

It is a pity that she is five years old this year and has not yet awakened her personality.

She is not like everyone else.

The world of young children often has a more straightforward logic than the world of adults.

Being different is original sin.

Shi Qiu got into a fight with others on the way home.

She sat obediently in the morning in front of her mother, but one of the braids she made was pulled out, the raincoat was opened and piled up next to it, the schoolbag was twice darker, and the two boys who called her [dumb] were pushed to the ground and beaten by her. .

You can't even beat a dumb man.

she thinks.

She was not injured, just rolled on the ground all over her body, with some small wounds.

[A person like you wants to be a hero!]Dumb and personalityless, you can never be a hero! ]

The child's words had no logic at all, but they quickly and accurately made Shi Qiu freeze in place, and let the two of them push her away and run away.

The wind is not strong, but the rain is very urgent.

Shi Qiu stood up slowly, tidied up his raincoat and schoolbag, put them on and carried them on his back, and walked on his way home as if nothing had happened.

It doesn't matter if you have no personality and can't speak.

Shi Qiu greedily smelled the warm fragrance in her mother's arms.

It is enough for me to have a family.

The days passed smoothly.

When we were young, everyone's personality was not strong, but they couldn't speak, and Shi Qiu, whose physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary children, often pushed other people to the ground and beat them.

Everyone knows that she fights fiercely, and everyone knows that no one will help you when you fight with her. As time goes by, everyone agrees and the classmate learns another method——

isolated.

But she doesn't care.

Shi Qiu had a fever-reducing sticker on his forehead, licked a lollipop, and flipped through a book in the air-conditioned room in summer.

This is a rare rainy day in summer, and she asked for leave at home because of a fever.

Shi Qiu got better after sleeping and jumped off the chair, planning to go out to see his father.

Her father, Hikaru Hoshino, is a hero, but he is not very famous. He has always been tepid, and now he is resting at home because of an injury.

Father said that there is a surprise for her today... what is it?

Shi Qiu opened the door full of expectation.

— There was a man standing at the door with no lights on.

He was taller than Hikaru Hoshino, Shi Qiu raised his head with difficulty, and found that this was neither his father nor his mother.

She stepped on the flowing liquid on the ground, scarlet and rusty, gushing out of her parents' bodies.

She had seen, occasionally, a kindergarten classmate who was hit on the nose by her would bleed out liquid of this color.

This is called [blood].

"Little sister." The man squatted down, holding four swords in each of the four extra hands behind his back, dripping blood, "How are you?"

"My name is Chi Jian—ah, this is the first time I introduce myself to a child in such a serious manner."

The man's tone had a weird tone, he hugged the trembling Shi Qiu perfunctorily into his arms, and pinched the back of his neck.

"No, no, no—blood is better. Such a good material——" The man put her down again, and raised his sword with one hand.

"—Let me see the color of your blood!"

The hot and dry air floating in summer seemed to be roasting people, the door was not closed, and the heat wave made Shiqiu's face drip with sweat, dripping down his cheeks, until it fell to the wound on his shoulder.

From above the collarbone of the left shoulder, a hideous wound spread to the bottom of the chest. The thin summer daily clothes were torn and gradually stained with dark blood.

pain.

Tears blurred vision.

Dad... Mom...

it hurts.

She didn't understand why she returned to the room all of a sudden, the pain made her fall to the ground, her thin arms propped up on the ground, her mind was in chaos.

"Is this——your personality?" Holding the sword showed a smile.

His body seemed to lose control in the last moment, the knife and hand retracted automatically, and the whole person returned to the state a minute ago.

"It's really interesting."

He strode into the room, cracking the floor.Holding the sword, he forced Shi Qiu into a corner, and once again raised the murder weapon in his hand.

Shi Qiu is completely unable to control his personality, and even doesn't even know what this personality is. Every time he is hacked, he can only rely on the riot of his personality to escape.

Even she herself didn't know how she survived.

In the huge house, only the beating of her own heart could be heard. From the room to the living room, from upstairs to downstairs, she activated her personality a total of five times.

She was lying at the door, half of her body twitching slightly in the scorching sun.

"Hold the sword." She heard someone shouting to hold the sword.

Is there someone to help me—?

Will there be a hero coming, like in the TV, bang the bad guy and say "here I come"?

"Are you expecting someone to rescue you?" You palm stroked her hair that was wet and sticky with blood.

"No one will come."

"Look." The man picked her up and held her head to look at the surrounding houses. "He obviously noticed something was wrong, but he didn't dare to make a sound."

"What a tragedy..." The man opened the schoolbag by the entrance and read out her name, "Hoshino Tokiaki."

"You're obviously looking forward to it?"

"Whether it's a hero or an ordinary person..." The embrace of the man who didn't mention the chaos in the city can be called gentle, "I'm looking forward to it? Someone will ask you if it hurts, someone can save you, someone can Save mom and dad, right?"

Shi Qiu, who couldn't tell what was wrong, was dying in his arms.

"Why don't you come with me?"

"I have a disciple. He is as old as you." The man whispered softly, "He told me a few days ago that he wanted someone to accompany him. Your experiences are very similar, and you will definitely get along very well."

The man who noticed that Shi Qiu's attitude had loosened up made persistent efforts: "—Look."

In Shi Qiu's sight, the man who held the sword was punched flying, broke through the wall and fell to the neighbor's house. She heard the scream of the neighbor's wife in horror.

...It turns out that someone is really there.

"He is dead."

"But the hero hasn't come yet."

…………

Shi Qiu's head hit the floor, she woke up with her head in her arms, grasped the sheets, hands and feet in a daze, and crawled back on the bed.

The luminous clock next to the bed shows the current time——

Five thirty-five in the morning.

She looked away from the clock, and felt her throat was on fire, and even the wounds on her body seemed to be in pain.

Dreaming about things from the past again.

Shi Qiu's gaze was firmly attracted by the starry sky on the desk, which was the favorite flower of Hoshino Naruto and Hoshino Hikaru.

——This is probably because tomorrow is the death day.

She let out a breath slowly, only feeling that she was extremely sober now.Simply get up and run to the study room next door that has been converted into a small training ground to exercise.

She pressed her legs, bent her body into a soft arc, and started her routine morning exercise.

The sweaty exercise lasted until [-]:[-]. After taking a shower and preparing breakfast, Shi Qiu knocked on Oulumite's door.

[I suddenly thought of one thing, did you try to be brave in the mud incident before? 】

Feeling that her expression was extremely serious, Oulumite looked around for a while and nodded.

[……… It’s been too long. 】Oulumite in Shi Qiu's eyes overlapped with a figure, and the anxiety accumulated in his chest suddenly became stronger 【Is it because... my strength can't make you feel at ease? 】

The author has something to say:

Hmm... It feels like I will be beaten, I believe the little angels will not, right! [wink]