Chapter 4: Firsat day of middle school!

Ashido Residence, Morning of School Opening Ceremony

 

“Min-Chan, it’s time! Wake up if you haven’t already! You know as well as I that you did not sleep well last night, but you’re gonna miss your first day of school! The bath is hot and ready for-”

 

A gust of pink wind blew past the speaker, a pink skinned woman with pink eyes surrounded by black sclera, with long white hair that reached her knees. She pouted as the formless wind rapidly moved towards the nearest bathroom.

 

She kept pouting as the bathroom door closed and as she walked downstairs to cook for her daughter’s first day in middle school.She laid out the plates, silverware and dishes as she waited for her daughter to arrive.

 

This morning’s dishes consisted of a simple omurice and some orange juice to give her boisterous little oni the energy to last the day, or, at least till her next meal.

 

Just as she finished laying out the plates, she sat down on her seat as she waited for her daughter to come down the stairs for her meal and to finally talk to her mother.

 

Exactly fifteen minutes after waking up, twelve-year-old Ashido Mina stepped down the stairs with practised ease.

 

On the last step, our little Ashido-chan apparently decided that then was the best time to pull off a two-step dance move, which involved throwing her brand-spanking-new school bag (which had already been infested by stickers in the short period it had been in Mina’s presence) into the air at an angle with an underarm swing, snapping her wrist like she was throwing a bowling ball down the lane.

 

Then, it seems like she jumped off her right foot to get the initial burst needed to get past the bag before it hits its highest point. After this, as she lands on her left foot, she uses just her toes to pirouette (It looks like past dance lessons worked really well for her, awesome!) into an anti-clockwise spin as she caught the bag with her left hand and got her right hand through the hoop as she completed her pirouette.

 

She performed her trick flawlessly, all the way from throwing her bag to catching it.

 

And then the top of her bag unclasped itself, showing to her sole audience and the camera that although she was already crazy good at doing what she wanted, she was not as good as she thought she was, which was good! Mistakes are the easiest way to learn how to be better, and wanting to be better was the best motivation to make friends!

 

Ashido-mama (she prefers to be called just Mrs Ashido, hence, on her request, that is what she shall be known as to all. A/N- she def didn’t spawn in my dreams using an unknown Quirk that crosses time and space to threaten me with stomach acidity before lunch tomorrow, nope never happened.) still held her mouth in a pout as her daughter hurriedly picked up the books and various schoolstuff that had been scattered about by her totally unneeded acrobatics.

 

“It’s your first day in school Min-chan, do you absolutely need so many books and odds and ends?” Mrs Ashido pointed out to her overly enthusiastic adrenaline-fueled daughter.

 

Ashido Mina suddenly stopped in her tracks as her mom’s words hit her and went for a wild spin through her head As she stood there, expression vacant as she processed what was said.

 

Mina stood like that in that exact same position for over a minute. Then, her brain finally ran out of options and jump started her body akin to an emergency reboot sequence run on a malfunctioning robot. She slowly picked up her bag, placed it on the far side of the table away from all of the food and silverware, and lethargically dropped herself bodily down onto her seat.

 

She set her hands down on each side of the plate in front of her with her morning breakfast on it, crossed her fingers and set them against her forehead, casting a menacing shadow over her face.

 

“I… spent three whole entire minutes into packing that bag yesterday when I could have been watching Silver-sama the Dance Hero practise live! Mama!!! Why did you not tell me yesterday??!!”

 

As little Mina whined to her mother from a needlessly menacing pose, due to that same exact pose, she performed one of the greatest errors that could be committed by a whiny child annoying their parent(s).

 

She managed to avoid spotting her mother get up from her own seat opposite her, grab a newspaper from a nearby countertop, upon which the words “Villain Big-Head Captured for good! Sentenced to Five Years!” in big prominent letters. Mrs Ashido looked at the article and raised an eyebrow. How fitting that a villain with a big head be the catalyst to teach her daughter a lesson. She unfolded the newspaper and began rolling the newspaper into a weapon feared by children of all ages with, in her own words, ‘good parents’. But, really, she means ‘old-fashioned’.

 

She brought herself, and by extension, her deadly weapon of mass destruction closer and closer to her daughter’s head, where her horns seemed to be twitching slightly.

 

Before Mina could gain the chance to understand the suffering soon to befall her, the incarnation of the Devil Herself, clad in pink skin, hit the back of her head with a loud sound.

 

Purpose fulfilled, Mrs Ashido went back across the table and primly sat at her seat as she waited for her dumbstruck daughter to come back to her senses.

 

She didn’t have to wait that long.

 

Mina clutched the back of her head in mock-pain as crocodile tears threatened to burst from her eyes. She looked at her pouting mom and immediately realised the error of her ways.

 

She appropriately got up from her seat, walked around the table and bodily hugged her mother, their heads and matching horns affectionately nudging each other.

 

“I love ya as much as the Dance Hero Mama! Good morning!!!”

 

“Good morning to you too my dear, it would seem that you got some sort of bruise on the back of your head, there there.”

 

The thickness of the skin on this woman might rival the thickness of the Earth’s crust, thought a girl who would be in deeeeeeep shit if she ever decided to sign a death warrant and absent-mindedly say her thoughts out loud.

 

The best thing to do when running a tight rope, was to eat all of her breakfast, thank her mother sincerely from the depth of her heart, and make like a tree, and leave!

 

“Bye mom! I’m off!!!”

 

Just as she got out of the door, just a couple of steps from that tantalising freedom, her mother’s voice could be heard behind her.

 

“Just wait a second, you insatiable bundle of pink energy. You forgot your school bag!! Heyy!! Heyyyyyy!!!!! Min-Channnnn!!! Don’t leave your mother alone in the middle of the street with stuff that should be with a middle schooler!!!”

 

The shameless woman Mina usually knew as her mama dramatically started bawling her eyes out in the middle of the open road in open view of all their neighbours.

 

Of course, that would not be nearly enough for Mrs Ashido, so she also started to sadly pat the bag like it was her baby that she was lulling to sleep.

 

“Yes, Mr Bag, You won’t leave poor old Mama Ashido alone in the open streets with not a word of comfort, would you? No you won’t Mr Bag,no you won’t.”

 

Just as Mrs Ashido took a deep breath to continue her childish behaviour, a pink blur passed her by.

 

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The blur stopped and revealed itself to be an extremely red-faced Mina Ashido, with a cute red customised bag in her right hand. “Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!! You promised me you won’t do that ever again after last time!! Wh- why do you keep doing this??!!! My face really can’t handle getting so embarrassed everyday by you! I think my face is redder than my body at this rate. Please stop!! At least in the name of bag-chan!!!”

 

Mina then, with her bag slung over her shoulder and a hand covering her face, dragged her mother who had apparently belatedly realised the situation and was redder than a beetroot, with steam coming off her ears and wafting up from her head like an old-timey steam engine.

 

Mina dropped off her inconsolable mother, checked her bag to make sure her mom to make sure she didn’t add anything weird in there and dialed her pops. He needed to be warned.

 

She waited for the beep and left her message. “Dad, Mama is red, do not come home for lunch today. Get some flowers in the evening though, and use the third picture from the emergency storage. Thanks!!!”

 

Family emergency dealt with, Mina sighed in relief, checked her phone for the time, and baulked. “In the name of an overexcited acid-base mixture, I’m gonna be late!”

 

Thankfully, the middle school she got into was only three blocks over, and since it was just the first day, she was sure to get some leeway.

 

After all, what could possibly go wrong on the very first day of middle school? It ain’t gonna be like she would bump into and somehow infuriate the freshman representative, who just happened to be a shortie who was absolutely gorgeous and just her type.

 

He had a melodious voice, Mina was 120% certain that if he sang any song, his voice would be absolutely angelic.

 

His hair was a plethora of colours, from a dark black to a brilliant gold, with specks of silver in between. It seems he had styled his hair to flow backwards, along with the colours, which had to be Quirk-related, no dye was that good, Mina knew this, she had looked.

 

His hair ended in a simple, yet stylish ponytail that suited him waaaaaay too much.

 

Mina had bumped into him in her rush to enter the school before the bell, having not seen the shortie due to looking at the big ben to make sure she made it in time.

 

“Umm, sorry man, but I’m late, and I reaaaaaallly gotta go, so umm, wanna come with?”

 

The kid glared at Mina with such passion that she was surprised she didn’t catch on fire. But he soon calmed himself down, taking deep breaths, in and out.

 

Mina noticed that when he breathed out, the air shimmered like it would over the desert. Interesting, maybe his Quirk was some sort of fire breathing?

 

He took her hand and stood up, bringing his height up to a grand total of… not much at all. 

 

Wow, he really was a shortie.

 

Mina paused. Maybe I shouldn’t be calling him shortie? He seemed to get more angry at that than me knocking him over.

 

Speaking of, I should really apologise.

 

“ Hey, umm, multi-color-shiny-piri-piri-hair guy!” The guy paused. Progress!! “Sorry for knocking you over and insulting you. Can you forgive a freshman ditzy girl, just this once?”

 

For effect, Mina cracked her knuckles against her skull while cutely poking her tongue out in a “tee-hee” for the ages.

 

At this absurd performance of hers, her target, a handsome-beyond-measure boy with chilling blue eyes and wonky disco-hair (wooooh, Are the chills I’m getting from his Quirk? How cool! Middle school is gonna be a blast! I can already tell!!!!)

 

Mina had a wide smile on her face as she faced the boy before her, who seemed to have been struck speechless for some reason.

 

“I’m Ashido Mina, my friends call me Mina! What should I call you?”

 

Just as the boy opened his mouth, the bell that indicated the start of the day rang, and as Mina turned around and looked at the big clock in concern, sighing in relief when she noticed that the bell was only the five-minute-warning bell.

 

When she turned back around with a flair to talk to the boy once more, the boy was gone, with not a single trace of him left behind, other than a pair of blackened footprints on the ground Mina missed entirely, and a piece of paper that was falling in her general direction, which she caught.

 

On the paper, there was a message, written in a neat, almost militaristic style of writing.

 

“It is of no problem that you have bumped into me, Miss Ashido, I thank you for taking the time to make sure I was fine. I am sorry for leaving you like this, but duty calls. We will meet again soon enough, and you will know my name.

Yours Sincerely,

K.A”

 

Mina blinked as she read the piece of paper. “Well, if he ain’t a cocky guy.” She grinned a happy, yet somehow malicious grin. “I like this dude. Hope he can make up for leaving me like this here, I will make him pay!!”

 

And she would indeed make the writer of the slip pay for that one single mistake many times over. She would also make ‘him’ pay the cost for breaking a young lady’s delicate heart, even if any and all who knew her would hardly call her ‘delicate’ or a ‘lady’.

 

And so, such began the very first day of middle school of a pink-skinned girl, who would be shocked to learn that ‘K.A’, her soon-to-be bestest friend in the entire world, did in fact mean what he said in his letter.

 

She learned his name not five minutes after entering the gates of her school.

 

The events of that particular first day of school was so legendary it got passed down even after the generation that caused the mayhem graduated high school.

 

It was also the beginning of the (according to the subject themself, greatly exaggerated, and of near everyone-else, mostly accurate) legends of the ‘Icy Eyed Silver Devil of the Mustafa Private Middle School.

 

But that is a story for another time.

 

And from the eyes of someone who would fully appreciate the pure manliness of the main character of the day.

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