Chapter 1: Helpless

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Third P.O.V:

3 Years Ago.

A young girl lightly limped down the darkening street, bruises and cuts littering her pale skin, extremely visible under the setting sun. She grunted as her adrenaline wore off giving her the full effect of her sore feet and busted lip.

As she reached the front door to her house she leaned against the door frame, already dreading what was coming.

She gave a big sigh and pushed the door open with her right shoulder. As she closed the door as took off her shoes, she heard the thumping of foot steps coming her way.

"Heather!?" Her mother practically screamed. "Where on earth have you been!?" She yelled storming up to the girl. Heather kept her head down and walked passed her mother.

"Out." She simply said, avoiding eye contact. As she tried to make a bee line to her bedroom her mother got in front of her again. Heather was not in the mood to talk about this.

"Don't give me that! School ended an hour ago! And you come home now!?" She glared at her daughter in worry, her hands clutching her black hair in an anxious twinge. "You know you're meant to come straight home-" she pause as she finally got a proper look at her daughter. The bruises and small cuts finally coming into light.

"Who did this?" She said with a cold voice.

"Mom-"

"Who. Did. This!?" She said more forcefully.

"It's nothing!" Heather brushed it off and tried to get passed to her room. Her mother wasn't having it.

"Nothing? Nothing!? This isn't nothing! Now tell me who did this so I can-"

"So you can what!?" Heather suddenly snapped. "Report them? Tell them off? That's gonna do jack shit and you know it!"

"Heather this can't go on! You-"

"Can't fight! I know! You tell me every day incase you haven't noticed!" Heather finally stormed passed her mother and marched up the stairs. Her mother followed.

"Heather I'm trying to help-"

"Well sorry to break it to you, but this isn't gonna stop just because a few adults say it's wrong!" Heather yelled back, anger overflowing.

"Heather, if you would just tell a teacher-"

"Tell a teacher? Oh yeah, that'll stop them alright." Heather said sarcasm dripping from her words as she found her bedroom.

"Poor, little, helpless Heather got a teacher to give them a slap on the wrist, better not mess with her!" Heather stomped into her bathroom.

Heather's mother gave a frustrated sigh. Why did Heather have to be so difficult?

"Heather you know you it too dangerous for you to fight back! You're-" her mother paused and so did Heather. A small air of silence came between the two.

Heather turned to her with a glare. "I'm what mom? Powerless? Helpless?" She mocked turning around fully. "Not my brother? Not you? Not dad? Quirkless?" She continued, her anger finally reaching the max. "The list could go on!" She finished.

Her mother realising how this could escalate spoke in a more calm manor. "I'm just trying to keep you safe-"

"Because I can't defend myself without a quirk right? Isn't that what it is!-"

"Yes! That's exactly what it is!" Her mother finally snapped and another pause went round the room.

"Just get out." Heather finally said through clenched teeth. Her mother didn't complain.

Heather sighed and turned back to the bathroom mirror. She took off her school shirt, with difficulty, and assessed all the damage. More bruises were there, surprise, surprise. But so far no lasting damage.

Heather felt around her body and was glad to conclude that nothing was broken. Thank god.

Heather scoffed at the bruises as she flexed her sore muscles. She wasn't as helpless as her mother seemed to think. For every bruise she got from them, they got two more.

It was unnervingly satisfying.

Heather undid her bun that got messed up in the fight and grabbed a hair brush.

Ever since Heather was little people have always treated her like a fragile piece of glass. It's always "don't do that Heather! That's dangerous!" Or "Heather don't fight! Get someone else!". It's patronising. It's sickening.

She knows she isn't the only one to suffer through this either. Even if she hasn't met any other quirkless people personally, she seen the way people act around them, around her! In the mall, on the news, at school. It's always the same. You're either picked on or patronised or both. There is nothing else.

That's why Heather's determined to prove them wrong, and what better way to do that then to get a career as a hero? They're well respected, well known, have the most influence over the people and who every child looks up to. It's perfect. If Heather can become a hero then every quirkless child will know that they can be whoever they want to be as well. They'll know that they don't have to be in the shadows of the ones with quirks.

She doesn't even have to be the best hero! As long as she can just get there! If she can get the position of a hero, she would of completed her goal.

As she tied up her brown locks back into a bun, her phone pinged.

Heather reached over and grabbed her phone and saw the message.

Tonight. 11:30
-Unknown

Heather huffed slightly but felt a fondness creep into her at the message.

About time. She thought and set a reminder.

A few hours later, Heather was back in her room after having a very tense diner with her family. There had been a lot of shouting involved after her mother revealed that Heather had gotten into another fight after school. Heather got the sharp end from both her farther and her brother which ultimately ended with her leaving the table without finishing her meal.

Heather waited until she was sure everyone had gone to bed before she switched off her light and grabbed her school bag, all ready to go. She opened her window and climbed out using the nooks and crannies in the house wall to climb down and into the night.

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Heather was slammed into the edge of the ring, a grunt escaping her lips.

"Come on Heather! Focus!" Her instructor yelled from the side.

Heather leaned to the left as a fist dived towards her head and grabbed the arm of her opponent.

She kneed him in the groin, forcing him to bend over. Heather used the arm she grabbed and swivelled round. She pull the boy against her back and flipped him over her shoulder. He smacked against the ground with a loud "Slam!".

Her opponent made an effort to get up again but Heather immediately leaned over him and punched him in the cheek, rendering him unconscious.

Her instructor nodded satisfied and strolled into the ring.

"Alright! Nice work! But try to not knock out my other students next time."

Heather grimaced a little bit and gazed at her opponent apologetically. "Sorry..."

Her instructor chuckled, running a hand through her golden hair. "Ah! don't sweat it kid, they've had rougher beat downs."

Her instructor threw her a water bottle. "Take 5. I need to get this guy to the nurse."

Heather nodded taking a swig of her water bottle as her instructor picked up her unconscious student.

These were her combat lessons. Where she learned offence and defence from the one person willing to teach a quirkless child, Nina Sparrow. Nina Sparrow was Heather's instructor. Nina was an American woman, who moved to Japan when she was 12. She is a short, blue eyed women who applied for the hero course at U.A when she was 15 and wasn't even let into the examination room because she was quirkless. Since then she trained to become a police officer and when her husband died of an unfortunate heart attack at 31 she quit her job as a police women and took over his company as CEO to honer his name.

However, while Nina had a giant company, on the side she specialised in teaching children who are quirkless or have a "weak quirk", to defend themselves. She knows it's to late for her to become a hero now being 38 years old but she at least wants to give other children that chance, quirkless or not. Especially since it recently become law that the quirkless are allowed to apply for the hero course. So when she saw Heather, a girl with a big dream and determination, getting beat up by her peers. She couldn't resist offering to teach the young girl, and Heather had immediately said yes. No one else wants to train a quirkless nobody after all. Heather had tried again and again to get a teacher, but not one of them accepted. In everybody else's eyes, only those with a quirk had the right potential for combat training. So when Nina came along and offered to teach her, there was no way she was gonna refuse.

Of course, her parents have no idea she's doing this. Heather heard first hand that her parents weren't going to condone or pay for such a "dangerous activity". "Oh no! Heather, you're much to fragile for that!" Is what they said.

Nina didn't care about payments though. She wasn't training theses kids for money, she was training them for their future. She doesn't even need the money anyway as she's quite well off in her day job.

Heather swears she will pay her back eventually though. Whether she'll pay her back in money or completing both their dreams she doesn't know. But at the moment, all she cares about is making sure she gets into U.A. That's step one to completing her dream.

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Quick Question:
What do you think of Heather?

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