Boredom
Winning and losing. Both are on the same side of the coin, however, the reactions to those things differ between person to person. Some people believe that all there is to life is winning. Those people are probably the worst types of people in my eyes. If winning is all you have to look forward to in your life then you're living a boring life.
The society we live in actively encourages people to seek to be number 1, while there's nothing wrong that it becomes twisted in some peoples minds. It sort of breeds a toxic mindset. I'm not saying that everyone takes it that way but the people that do almost always certainly become villains.
Villains are interesting. People aren't born villains they 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 villains. Schools are the perfect place for this to happen. I've seen it myself, people being bullied for having "Villanous" quirks. The majority of villains in my eyes are people who were taken over the edge. People who were abandoned by the people who they thought they could rely on. Teachers turn a blind eye to most of these happenings and carry on their daily lives.
I've called it quirk discrimination. People who are cut off from society based on their quirks. While you may think this only happens to people with mutant quirks, which permanently alter their body in ways which they can't control, a student a class down is shunned because his quirk can brainwash people. He's told that he is more suited to be a villain than a hero.
Heroes aren't great either. Popularity is the name of the game. When your entire pay-check is based around how popular you are of course a lot of problems will arise. Most aren't heroes for saving people, they want money. The rankings of heroes is another problem. All it does is breed jealousy amongst other heroes.
I could never strive to be the symbol of peace in the world. Imagine billions of people depend on you and one mistake that you make could be catastrophic for the whole hero society. It's more of a burden than a good thing. The entire idea of the symbol of peace wasn't something that I liked. Putting that much responsibility onto one person must be something that I can't think about.
All I want is an average life.
A piece of chalk hit my head. I saw it coming but I let it hit.
"Stop daydreaming Yasuhiro!" The teacher shouted.
"Ok, sensei."
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"Yasuhiro. You need to stop using your quirk to get home. You'll be caught one day."
"If I had the choice to teleport or take the bus. Of course, I'd take the easier option."
"That quirk of yours has made you lazy. I swear. How was school?" My mother asked.
"Another day where I was I wasn't allowed to see. It was pretty boring as usual." I said
My quirk was a mixture of my parents. My mother has a quirk that amplified all her senses and my father had a quirk that let him move at faster speeds than the human eye.
My quirk was a weaker and stronger version than my mothers at the same time.
While my mothers quirk enhanced all her senses my version only boosted my sense of sight. But the amount that it was boosted was incredible. I could predict moves of an attack before they happened and my overall sense of sight increased.
I had to wear a blindfold wherever I went. It was the drawback to my quirk. Because my eyesight is so advanced, just using them in my day to day life puts a strain on them.
My fathers quirk mutated and instead of giving me super speed, gave me teleportation. This one was a simple one to understand. I could teleport anywhere I've been before and within in my field of vision
"Don't complain. You only have a week before school ends anyway. Then maybe you can try and get some training for your quirk in." mom said.
"Of course. The only reason I'm even applying to U.A is because it was in dads will. Being a hero isn't what I want, but I have to respect his wishes." Hiro sighed as he put his bag on the floor and walked towards the fridge.
Dad, dad, dad. Dad was a hero. He wasn't a very good one but he still was. He was killed in a fight against some villains a few years back. He wanted me to be a hero no matter how hard I protested he managed to put me in his will and that's really the only reason I'm doing this.
I took a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and began to drink. I honestly hate him for doing that, but I can't hate someone that's in the grave.
Maybe my wish for a quiet life can still happen. 3 years of having the top education isn't bad. I don't even need to be a hero. If I fail the practical exam then I can get into general studies which would be perfect for me. Of course, I'd give it my all but the U.A exam was incredibly hard to pass.
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"Ring, Ring, Ring."
My alarm clock was ringing in my ear. I picked it up and threw it across the room. I hate alarm clocks. They ruin my perfectly good dreams.
I don't think I'm going to go to school. I'm just not feeling it. I only took 2 days off in the year so a 3rd day won't raise any suspicions.
"MOM! I'm staying in today." I shouted.
"Sure but don't laze about for the entire day. I'm going to work." I heard someone shout back. I heard the door slam signifying I was on my own.
Finally some peace and quiet. All I was going to do today was sleep and eat. To me, it was a day well spent. I loved it. Once school ended I'd start training again with my quirk
I wasn't looking forward to it much.