A/N: ...I can't stop.... someone please put me out of my misery... 

Additional A/N: Images used is just found from google searches (unless otherwise stated as fan art given to me).. I don't art well

~Inki's POV~

(1 year before the start of the anime/manga)

Inki Age:23

Flashback: Age 7

"Mom! I don't want to play with her!" The voice of my best friend sounded nearby...well we once were best friends...but things changed when I got my quirk. I changed. It was so bright outside, I couldn't bear it. All the bones left my body when it was too sunny...not literally of course. I was currently lying in a puddle beneath a park bench trying as hard as possible to will myself out of existence.

"Sh! She can hear you!" An older voice chided.

"So what? She's creepy now, I don't want to play with her." The voice of my 'best friend' kept rising with hysteria and soon there were tears. Crying sounded nice. I wasn't sure I could cry anymore but I always desperately wanted to. Existing was painful.

"Enough! Go play with her!" The older voice had had enough of the hysterics.

"Ugh!" My friend shrieked and stomped over to where I was pooling beneath the park bench. "...Inki...let's play a game..." She huffed.

"...It's fine...just leave me here..."I murmured, though it was so much work.

I could feel her slowly backing away as I spoke. Nearly everyone did, my voice was ghostly now, haunting and eerie and sent shivers down everyone's spine. "I'll get in trouble, just come play with me." She stomped her foot impatiently.

"...what's the point of playing?" I asked achingly. "...what's the point of anything?" I flopped over onto my stomach, unable to bear the sun slipping through the slats of the bench any longer. "...why do I exist?"

"MOM! She's being weird again!" My friend screamed and ran away in tears.

"GO PLAY!" The older voice snapped.

My friend reluctantly returned and placed her hand in mine, "I hate this." She sniffled as she dragged me out from under the bench. "Let's just play Hopscotch."

A bell rang in my head and I felt a strange tingling sensation from where our hands had made contact and suddenly I was overcome with agony...and then...it was pandemonium.

"Miss Monochrome, that's your hero name, right?" A giant of a man with muscles that had muscles of their own each bigger than my entire head, extended a hand to me. He had grey hair, weathered skin that was starting to wrinkle and despite his stern voice his hazel eyes were filled with kindness.

"...unfortunately..." I responded gloomily but didn't accept his handshake. "I know I won't get the job, I'll leave now. I'm terribly sorry for taking your time." I slowly peeled myself off the bench I'd been waiting on.

"Eh?!" The kind older gentleman panicked, "wait, we didn't even get to the interview!"

"I'm not qualified enough." I trudged away in a gloom, my quirk activated on its own sucking the life from everything around me. The paint on the walls around me began to lift away, no that wasn't quite right, not the paint, just the color. At least that's what everyone told me, I couldn't see color anymore, only monochrome. Even the floors began to shift and change, the color lifting away, leaving a bland world of black and white nothingness in my wake, the world as I knew it. It would eventually come back once I was far enough away. Due to my quirk, I couldn't exist in a world of color, everything was black and white, everything was dull, everything was pointless, just like me.

"Please wait!" The older gentleman raced after me.

I had to actively concentrate to stop my quirk from running wild and sucking away the color from his world as he stepped within range. It was so much effort. I paused and turned to him. The color of the hall slowly began to return to normal as I kept a firm hold on my quirk to keep from pulling the older man into a swirling pit of doom, despair and drab. Though I couldn't see it as it was, I could see the inky black paint that had been pulled away returning

"You're much too hard on yourself, young lady." He offered me a kind smile, "your hero record is amazing and you've worked with the Hero Public Safety Commission, that's amazing."

It wasn't by choice. They took me away as a child after that day at the park. My quirk wasn't stable. I blinked a few times, shaking my head so I wouldn't fall further into despair dwelling on the past. "...I'm nothing..."

The older gentleman smiled warmly, "I don't think that. It would be great if you wouldn't think it too, but maybe the staff here could help you with that. I think you'd be a good fit for Ketsubutsu and I believe you'll make a wonderful replacement as head of security. How about a tour? We can talk as we walk."

"Why would you need to give me a tour if I'm not getting the job?" I asked morosely.

He chuckled, "you are getting the job."

I stared at him for a long moment. What? Why? I'd be nothing more than a stain on the school's reputation. I'd just drag everyone down with me.

"This way please." He smiled and led me down the empty hall, "I'll show you my favorite spot first, the lounge." He chuckled.

I trudged after him, still confused as he pulled some papers out of the folder tucked under one of his burly arms. He looked it over as he walked, "your name is Inki Kanashi?" He asked uncertainly before murmuring to himself, "that can't be right."

"It is." I replied in a monotone.

"Eh? Really? That's...ah..." He paused, unsure how to respond.

"Fitting." I supplied.

He remained positive, "we'll see about that. Why did you apply here? You're doing quite well as a hero."

I didn't have an answer. I didn't know why I'd done it. It had happened mostly by accident. One of the strays I'd let wander into my home had walked across my laptop and somehow ended up in Ketsubutsu's career opportunities link and I applied on a whim. Being a hero was exhausting. Existing in general was exhausting. I wanted it all to stop.

"Here we are. The lounge." The kind older man grinned as he opened a door that led into a pretty boring room. At least to me. Everything always looked dull and lackluster.

There were some small circular tables with uncomfortable looking chairs. A counter area against one wall with a coffee pot, a Keurig and an electric kettle. On the opposite side of the room was a small sitting area with two lumpy sofas. I glanced at the lumpy sofa facing us and felt the world around me seem to pause as if life itself was taking a deep breath, like something wondrous was about to happen.

I spotted a woman a few years my senior sitting upside down with her head resting just above the floor and her legs strewn across the sofa back. Unlike everything else in the world, she wasn't dull. She was blinding! Her hair was a bright seafoam green, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen such a beautiful color, it hurt my eyes. It was so vibrant and it splashed across the floor like waves. Her attire was nearly as blindingly bright as her hair. She had glaringly bright gloves adorning her hands, and her poofy shorts were striped with blinding green and orange. There was an orange bandana lying across her abdomen that I assumed she must usually keep in her hair. She was snoring loudly in her odd position.

The older gentleman chuckled quietly, "that's one of the teachers here, Emi Fukukado but most people here call her by her hero name Ms. Joke." He explained. "She's a fun character, never a dull moment with her around."

How could it be? She was so blindingly bright and colorful. Did anyone else see it? I felt like my eyes were going to bleed if I looked at her any longer yet I couldn't seem to look away, For as long as I could remember my world had been black and white. Her snoring suddenly ceased. I held my breath as she stretched, smacking her gloved hands into the floor. Her eyes fluttered open. They were a dazzling emerald color, I couldn't believe I remembered the word for it, since I hadn't seen a color since I got my quirk. A big raucous yawn that had no reason to be as loud as it was escaped her and she blinked a few times as she stared at us.

"What are you two doing on the ceiling?" She asked before exploding into a loud cackle.

I felt a strange sensation in my chest. It was oddly tight and made me feel panicked. Run. I had to run. What if I lost control? What if it happened again? What if people died? My breathing became short and ragged. The edges of my vision began to darken and I turned and ran.