4. Experience

                                    

                                          
:: (y/n)'s POV ::
                          
The drive to Hosu didn't take more than an hour. As much as I hate to admit it- this will be my first time going to school. Back at the factory, I never had any time to learn how to write, but I used to smuggle data files and read all the numbers and information. With that knowledge, I learned to break everything down, metaphorically that is. Everything from mountains, to human beings, and even time- can be broken down to simpler things. For example, I can break down every second into fractions. Sometimes I do it without meaning to, but it does come in handy in a fight.
I recall one time I was trying to write, and someone called me stupid. I retorted with, "at least I'm not a steaming pile of trash." She tried to hit me, and I broke down her movements, predicting exactly what she would do next. I did end up winning, naturally, and she even apologized before walking away.
"(Y/n).. it's happening again..!" Hizashi warns me and I notice the red mist returned. 
I shake my hands again, thankfully the red head in the front seat didn't notice. It is just proper manners to allow the guest to have front seat! I breathe out a small "thanks" before looking out the window.
Hizoshi stops at a gas station, and leaves Kirishima and I in the vehicle as he goes inside. "Hey, Yamada?"
"Yes, Kirishima?" I replied and tilt my head to the side.
"..do you think someone like me could be a hero?" His voice is suprisingly sad. "My quirk isn't flashy, or powerful, or interesting.. how will I ever be a hero?"
"By trying." My voice comes out stern and full of knowledge. "Plenty of heroes weren't sure that they could make it. But they never lost sight of their goals, and never gave up or lost hope. That's what makes heroes great."
His red eyes widen slightly but he remains silent. 
"If you never give up, you will become a great hero. And even if you're not the best- I will always be rooting for you." I manage my small smile. I reach my hand up and mumble, "static". Running my fingers through his hair, I make it spike up more. "..red is my favorite color."
His face gets pink and he nervously rubs the back of his neck, "..I like the color green.."
Hizoshi climbs into the front seat and raises an eyebrow at me, "what's happening here?"
"Sorry, Dad-Yamada. Kirishima here, just had food on his face." I create a cover story.
Kirishima pouts, "why are you so mean!"
I close my eyes and smirk, "I'm not mean- I just speak the truth."
Hizoshi laughs, "well, if she said it- I believe her!"
"Not you too, sir!"
Hizoshi drives away and within the next few minutes, we are in front of a mall. "(Y/n), you know the drill."
I nod once and I hold my hands in front of me covering Hizoshi in a golden mist. "Transform." His face remains the same, but his hair and clothes change completely. He now has shoulder length black hair held out if his face in a man bun. His normal clothes, become a white button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black skinny jeans and his hero boots make the outfit complete.
"Thanks, little Light!" Hizoshi smiles at me.
I nod my head and the three of us go into the mall. Its not that I need school clothes, all I need is some new shoes, some socks and a new backpack. Walking into multiple stores, I finally settled on five pairs of black thigh high socks, four black tights, and a pair of red converse.
We walk into a 'hot topic' and I find a cool backpack. On the outside are printed out signatures from all the pro heroes in a variety of colors. I buy the bag and we depart. 
Suddenly I stumble and walk over to the closest bench. 'I've been keeping one quirk activated for to long! Any longer and I'll begin to loose my time!'
"(Y/n), are you okay?!" Hizashi runs my direction and I shoot him a thumbs up.
"I've been doing it for too long, run back to the car. I'll meet you there." I pause between every few words to breathe.
He nods and runs through the crowd as fast as he can. Within two minutes, I get a text.
                          
Dad:: im in the car.
                          
I deactivated the quirk and struggle to breathe. Kirishima notices and wraps an arm around my waist to steady me as we begin to walk back out to the parking lot. I try not to pull away from his touch. After all that happened when I was young, the thought of being touched makes me sick. "Are you okay?" 
"Whenever I keep a quirk activated for longer than two hours- I begin to loose my memories from when I was little, and every second that passes is a second I loose. So let's say I'll die in three hours, each second that passes after I've surpassed my limit, will make my time speed up. Thus, I will be 11 minutes closer to death." I explained as simply as I can.
"S-so, you'll die in three hours?!?!" His eyes get watery.
"No. That was an example, Kirishima." I sweat dropped. He's a good kid, just not the brightest crayon in the box.
We make it to our vehicle and Kirishima helps me into the back seat with my stuff, before climbing into the seat next to me.
Hizoshi speeds off and we get home in half the time it took us to get there. He picks me up and runs me up to my bedroom. "(Y/n), change into your pajamas, and I'll go get your meds. Kirishima- stay with her."
Luckily for me, Kirishima turns away while I change and he helps me back into bed.
I gesture to the chair next to my desk, and Kirishima pulls in over so it's near me.
"Alright, here you go. Get some rest and we'll check in on you soon." Hizoshi escorts the red head out of my room.
Closing my eyes, I take the pills and I can already feel sleep pulling me into it's arms.
                          
: :Dreaming: :
A little girl is walking around the streets of Tokyo crying for her parents. Her (h/c) hair is held out of her face with a white head band.
"Little girl, are you lost?" I approach carefully.
"Not nearly as lost as you are." Her words are tinged with wisdom beyond her years.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I question, kneeling down in front of her so we're face to face.
She cups my cheeks in her hands, "you are lost. You and I, we both are. Only now, will you realize it. You lost yourself, (y/n).. and when you did, you lost me too."
Suddenly the girl becomes a younger version of me. Her hair buzzed short, and her eyes wild. "It's not my fault.. it's not my fault... I'm just another experiment... No matter how strong I get- I'll always be weak.. right?!"
I pull her into my arms, "it isn't your fault.."
                          
It's mine.. I think as I wake up from my dream. The sky is already getting dark outside. Slowly I sit up and stretch.
I walk silently out to the kitchen and make a bowl of cereal before walking back upstairs and going back to sleep. Tomorrow- the real work begins.