Doctor

What… what was I looking at? I looked up, my light purple eyes landing on a hero and down at the bloody body in front of me. What the…? This wasn’t the job of a hero… right? Tears started falling before I could handle it.

“Hey, kid, it’s ok, I tried my best,” the hero said, trying to calm me down.

“You—You tried your best?! Is this what you call trying your best?!” I motioned to the body. “I watched it happen. You chased the villain instead of helping the person in danger! He died and I could do nothing! I’M ONLY 9! AND I’M THE ONE WHO TRIED TO HELP THIS MAN!” I got cut off by a sob. Tears left salty trailed down my now red cheeks.

“Kid, kid, calm down, not everyone can be saved,” the hero said, trying to get closer to me.

“I SAY HELL TO THAT!” I cried. “YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY! THAT’S WHAT MATTERS!” I stood up and looked directly in the “hero’s” visor. “You are no hero. Only a villain playing dress up.” I spun around on my heels and walked away, leaving the hero in a dazed state.

I am Aisuru Kouki, and a little while ago, this world was graced with the power of quirks. My quirk is Medical. It allows me to know everything about everything when it comes to medical things, which includes quirks. When I look at someone, I can tell any physical or mental illnesses they have, and their quirk. Everything about their quirk. The faults, the uses, the thing that changes how it is used, everything. But I have to see this person close up. Yeah, I must be the most overpowered kid in the world, but the downfall is I’m really bad at basic things. I can’t tie my shoes, make things in the microwave, things like that. Not to mention, I know nothing about fighting as of now.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” a larger boy shouted at me as I bumped into his chest.

“O- oh! I’m sorry, I have a lot on my mind right now—I just—” I cut myself off. No one should know about this.

“You just what?” The boy picked me up my blonde hair.

“I was just distracted!” I said, squirming to get free. The boy dragged me into a nearby alleyway and threw me against a wall.

“You’ll learn not to be distracted after this,” he said, his knuckles growing blades. I analyzed his quirk. He could grow his blades as long as he liked, but it would ultimately end up hurting him more the more he grew it, and it does get heavy so there is a point he wouldn’t be able to hold it up. The only way to get out of what he was planning would be to out-maneuver him and run. The only thing is he’s faster than me, so I would probably get beat even worse if I fought him. I braced myself for the beating when I heard a voice I didn’t recognize.

“Hey! Get away from him!” I was the voice of a boy—about 12.

The boy who had the blades turned to the other one. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“How about burn you?” the younger boy said, lighting a flame in his hand, and it traveled across the ground and burned the bigger boy’s feet. The boy yelped and ran away.

“Thank you…” I said, quietly.

“No problem,” the boy said, coming and sitting next to me. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks again,” I said again, looking at him. I got a good look at him. He had white hair with receding red, and the most gorgeous blue eyes.

“Todoroki, Todoroki Touya,” the boy said, reaching a hand out to shake mine.

I took his hand and shook it and said, “Aisuru Kouki.”

“You can call me Touya, though, I’m not a big fan of Todoroki,” Todoroki said.

“Oh—Ok, then you call me Kouki. Or Kou. Either work, really,” I responded, starting to warm up to this new boy.

“Well, Kou, how about I teach you self-defense?” Touya said.

“Oh, that would be great! Thank you!” I said, clapping my hands in giddy excitement. Touya’s quirk was a fire quirk. He could make fire from his body, but his body was immune to the cold, not heat, making burning more dangerous for him. My mind went reeling. There had to be a way to protect him from the heat of his quirk. Some technology. Something.

At least I finally had a friend.

Thinking about my past wasn’t good for me. Especially about the “friends” I had in my past. I leaned my head back listening to the news go on about the heroes. “Heroes this, heroes that.” What a bunch of bologna. The world I lived in circled around heroes. Around strong quirks. You could consider my quirk pretty strong, but not exactly in the fighting realm. I was a weak kid when I met Touya. Oh how he’d look at me now. I looked at the picture of me and Touya as kids on my nightstand, right next to me and my other friend. They were both gone now, but they lived in my heart. I loved them both. I fell in love with Touya when I was little… and then he died. Because of his father. The “hero” didn’t listen to Touya, and Touya didn’t listen to me. Because of both of those choices, Touya was now dead.

“Hey, Touya,” I said, looking at the picture with a smile. “You know, I’m going to get revenge for you. Endeavor will die at my hands, as we both did his.” I laughed and rolled away from the picture and looked up at the ceiling. My now dark purple eyes looked at the shapes I had drawn on the ceiling, colors lighting up the ceiling.

“Doctor-kun,” my assistant said, popping his head into the room. “The flowers has arrived.”

“Thank you, Kyo-kun,” I said, getting up and flipping the frames of my pictures down so no one saw them. I grabbed a black trench coat and flowers from Kyo. I put my white hair up in a man bun, and walked out. Kyo was young, 15 years old, with curly light blue hair and white eyes. He got into the wrong crowd and was used for his impressive quirk, Tech, which gave him the ability to control technology, hack it, and understand all technology. Very similar to me, but his is technology and I am medical.

I grabbed my umbrella over my head as I walked into the rain, blending into the people until I reached a graveyard. I walked to a grave that was labeled with “Miho Miora.” I didn’t know her, in fact, she died before I was born. But I felt connected to her. Somehow I was connected to her. I placed the flowers down, the petals kissing the headstone.

“How do you know Miora-chan?” came a voice from behind me. The man was skinny, his jawline sharp, his eyes hidden and sunken in, blonde hair that was messy and fell in front of his face. He had a slump and his quirk was interesting… multiple quirks in one. The man looked at me, questioning me.

“Oh, I don’t,” I responded, staring at the headstone. “I just feel like I do at the same time. She died before I was born.”

The old man nodded. “She did have a habit of bringing people to her. She was kind, but life got tough, and she wanted to end it.” He set a flower next to my flowers. “Miora-chan was my first and only love.”

“Interesting,” I said, with a small nod of acknowledgement. I knew his pain. I set a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I hope she’s watching out for you.”

“I do too,” the old man said. “What’s your name, young sir.”

“Red,” I said. Red was what I went by since I died so many years ago. Red was the meaning of my name in English, anyways.

“Well, Young Red, I hope you find your connection to my Miora.” I smiled in response to this. Walking away, I reminisced on his words. What a crazy old man.