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Itsuka Kendo would always be called a tomboy by those around her, because she was straightforward, bold, her love for motorcycles, her quirk in general, everything that would not be considered as girly like, tiara's and dresses, make up, or tea cup parties, those things never really appealed to her, she loves being an outgoing kid. She was also a caring and protective person to boot, she would be called "Big Sis" by anyone because of how helpful she was around others, especially against bullies, Itsuka hated bullies, she would always butt-in and fight for those who couldn't fight back, it resulted in her always getting into fights with them, most of the time she would use her quirk to scare them off, this resulted in her developing a sense of justice at quite a young age.
She was enjoying her afternoon playing at the nearby park she would go to from time to time, whenever her mother would go to work in the prefecture, she would simply drop her off and let her play with the other kids at the playground, enjoying the fun and games that were happening until she heard someone shout.
"HEY GUYS LOOK!" they shouted. "IT'S MAN HANDS WITH THEIR MINIONS AT OUR PARK!"
"MAN HANDS?! WHO DO THESE GUYS THINK THEY ARE CALLING US NAMES!" Itsuka yelled in her thoughts as she stood up to face the bully who just called them names. It was a boy around her age, he had spiky ash blonde hair, he and fiery red eyes, with the angriest frown on his face, he was wearing a black shirt with a skull on the center, he was being followed by a plain looking boy and a fat kid with red wings who were staring at her with equally nasty glares,
"HEY! this park doesn't belong to you!" Itsuka yelled back, as she got up into the ash blonde boy's face poking his chest hard.
"Are you sure about that Man-hands? The ash blonde mocked her. "This playground belongs to my hero agency!"
"Stop calling me Man-hands!" Itsuka roared, furrowing her eyebrows and balling her hands into fists, she was angry.
"Haha! looks like we hit a nerve guys right man-hands?" said the plain looking one, as he along with the winged fat kid started making their way to the ash blonde with smiles on their faces.
"Listen up!" The ash blonde shouted, "If you guys won't leave my park!"
With a feral grin on his face he caught his fist with his free hand, where a little explosion erupted when his hands made contact.
"Then we just have to make you idiots leave!" he finished.
Itsuka gulped at what was to come, her eyebrows still furrowed, raising her fists up, enlarging one.
"This will be easy just like the other fights..." she thought.
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It was a losing fight for Itsuka, it was a one versus three of course the ash blonde and his cronies would win, they ganged up on her. She was now sprawled on the ground clutching her side. Itsuka's own tears were threatening to spill out at any moment now, but she refused to cry in front of a bully. She saw that the ash blonde boy was about to hit her with the finishing explosion, Itsuka screwed her eyes shut awaiting for her inevitable defeat and cry, she heard the explosion make contact but why wasn't she hurt? slowly opening her eyes.
In front of her was a boy around her age as well his hands extended out Itsuka couldn't make out what he was wearing, but he had unruly curly black hair with forest green highlights and he was shaking uncontrollably... He was shaking uncontrollably?!!
"S-stop it Kacchan!" The boy yelled as he stuttered. "y-you are t-taking things t-too f-far!"
"Listen here Deku you quirkless idiot," The ash blonde named Kacchan said, "They were trespassing on my park y'hear?!"
"I w-won't let you h-hurt her even m-more than y-you already h-have!" the greenette exclaimed not breaking his stance. "I-I'll stop y-you!"
"Looks like we just gotta serve this nerd's favorite." said the plain looking one with an extended finger pointed at the greenette. "A knuckle sandwich."
"Yeah!" the winged kid agreed, "let's just have Deku take a beating for every kid on this playground!"
The greenette squeaked after hearing what they were about to do to him, but he didn't move an inch even as he trembled.
Itsuka was shocked somebody else was standing up for her, she doesn't even recognize the boy yet she was being protected by him even when he was stated to be quirkless, she was put out of her thoughts when she heard more explosions looking back she was filled with horror seeing the quirkless boy taking a heavy beat down from the boy named "Kacchan" and the two bullies.
"Why isn't he fighting back?!" Itsuka thought, as she screwed her eyes shut and began to sob uncontrollably because she couldn't handle what was happening before her, her body refused to listen to her so that she could help him, she was frozen in place sobbing to the sounds of grunts, wincing, and explosions.
It went silent after a while, Itsuka reopened her eyes, tears streamed down her face, she scanned the area the sun was already setting and the bullies were nowhere in sight, they probably left already, Tetsutetsu was no where to be seen either, she heard a cough next to her she quickly turn her head to the sound, it was the boy who stood up for her, lying down on the dirt.
Itsuka rushed over and knelt beside him, why was his face... shadowed? she wondered.
"Oh no, I-im-sniff so s-sorry you g-got beat-hic up be-hic cause of-sniff me..." Itsuka was slurring her words as she was snorting and sobbing uncontrollably in front of the boy who helped her.
"Beep, Beep, Beep," he was... beeping? Itsuka snorted and rubbed away her tears, she quirked her eyebrow and looked at her savior, he almost sounded like, like her... annoying....
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Ugh..." A groan escaped from her as she woke up to the annoying beeps and blare of her alarm clock, a thick muscular arm shot out from underneath the covers, fiddling around the nightstand in search for the noise making machine, eventually shutting it off,
"Stupid... Alarm..."
Itsuka sat up, her eyes fluttered open as sunrays poured into her room through the slits of her curtains, rubbing her eye, her back arched as she stretched her other hand, smacking her lips, Itsuka surveyed her surroundings, the walls were filled with motorcycle posters and any other surfaces were filled with motorcycle themed objects, there was also a motorcycle jacket that slung over a chair, yep this was definitely her room.
"It was that dream again..." she mumbled groggily,
It all started a few months ago, Itsuka would have this same dream so very often, around twice a week or sometimes even more, she didn't know why or what caused this memory or dream to resurface all the time. She didn't particularly like the dream either because of how horrid it always ended, but something gained her attention more than the entire dream sequence.
"Why can't I see or remember his face?" She thought, "It frustrates me every single time!"
Shaking her head, Itsuka got up and fixed her sheets, and made her way to the bathroom, so that she could have an ice cold shower before she would head off to Dagobah beach.
Turning on the shower head and raising it over her head, her breath hitched as the cold water started drenching her hulking muscular physique, her spine tingled to the coolness of the water.
"Mmm..." Itsuka hummed as she stood in the shower. The cold water streamlined down her nude body, dripping onto the tiled floor, continuing to stream down the shower drain. Wafts of mist and condensing water vapor clouded the mirrors and any other reflective surfaces within the bathroom. Angling the shower head directly above her head as it rained down to her broad shoulders, in between the chest cavity of her bountiful breasts down to her toned naval, flowing onto her muscular thighs before falling off at her knees. Shampoo was lathered all over her orange hair with the scent of oranges and peaches.
Itsuka was lost in thought whenever she would shower her mind drifted off somewhere else, she was thinking of all the activities she would be doing today, but all her thoughts would always wind up to that playground dream, during the first few times this dream had played out to Itsuka, she never really thought about what the little quirkless boy looked like, but after it was constantly popping in to her mind, she grew the desire, the need to know what his face actually looked like, all she knew was that he was called "Deku".
She stopped rubbing shampoo into her hair, and started lathering herself with honey scented body wash.
Although it would seem that her dream wouldn't be revealing her childhood savior anytime soon. It wasn't as though this was a figment of her imagination that her mind made up out of the blue, she remembers it happening to her when she was younger, she was just bemused as to why her brain thought it was important to bring up this memory in her sleep. All she could hope for now, was that her dream would at least be kind enough to show that boy's face sooner or later.
After all, Itsuka desperately needed to see and meet him again, ever since that fateful encounter she had never seen or heard of him ever again. She would constantly visit the same park ever so often whenever she had time on weekends, but it was as if the boy had disappeared and found a new place to play, or he was avoiding this park, or he was being forced to stay away from that very park.
Thanks to the events that happened on that day, she decided she needed to become stronger so she could defend herself and others from being bullied, she soon after bugged her dad to train her in martial arts in their family dojo. Her dad was crying tears of joy when she asked him, he was apparently waiting for her to ask him for quite a while. He gave her formal lessons and made her spar with him in private whenever he had the time to do so, eventually creating a personal training plan for when she was old enough, the plan consisted of what she should eat, how she should train, and when she should sleep. She followed the training plan religiously and added a few of her own ideas into it so she wouldn't have to worry about not getting the desired results she wanted.
Finished lathering herself, she rinsed off the body wash and shampoo. Stepping out of the shower, towel in hand as she started drying herself she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror her eyes darted to her rounded shoulder, down to her bulging bicep flexing it.
"Did I get even beefier?" Itsuka questioned herself, scrunching her nose as she pouted, "eh, it's nothing to fuss about."
Making her way back to her bedroom to get dressed, she chose to wear a black sports bra on top of it was a teal tank top, accompanied by black compression shorts with orange running shorts on top. After a few more minutes of examining her outfit she seemed content with it, exiting her room and making her way down stairs she was greeted with the sight of her parents preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Her Mother had vibrant orange hair like Itsuka with matching teal eye's, she was of smaller stature compared to her daughter, she was wearing a white apron underneath was a red and black checkered long sleeved polo with the sleeves folded up to her forearms.
Her Father had dark brown hair with deep blue eye's, he had facial hair or the more proper term to call it, stubble. He was of average height with a stocky build, he sported a black training gi, with a matching color black belt.
"Good morning Sweetie!" Itsuka's Mom greeted her as soon as she entered the kitchen, "You woke up a little later than usual today."
"Good mornin' Mom" Itsuka greeted with a bright smile, "Oh yeah, it's because it's Saturday my trainer informed me that it would be fine if I came later than usual."
"I still don't trust this trainer of yours pumpkin." her dad grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Good morning to you as well Dad." Itsuka greeted her Dad, rolling her eyes at him being so dramatic again so early in the morning, taking a seat right beside him, "You always fuss about my trainer when we bring him up."
"Honey are you perhaps jealous?" teased Itsuka's mom, making her way to their dining table placing down the trio's breakfast handing her husband a plate, while Itsuka was handed two with an extra bowl.
"Who wouldn't be!" He exclaimed with his gruff voice, flailing his arms in the air, "They're stealing my little pumpkin away from me, and training her! She's my prized student not theirs, hmph." wiping away a comical tear away from his eyes, before firmly crossing his arms again. Emphasizing how soul crushed he was that he's "little" pumpkin was being taken from him, he continued to ramble on,
Itsuka snorted holding a fist to her mouth to stop her from laughing at her dad's overdramatic wackiness. Before digging in to the meal her mom prepared for her, her diet consisted of a bowl of oats, with a plate with eggs and ham, with another plate with avocado's on toast.
"Oh hush you." Her Mom scolded her Dad threatening to chop his nape, making him shake a bit, "You should be more proud of how much our little Itsuka has changed since the beginning of her second year of high school."
"You're right about that honey..." Her dad laughed awkwardly rubbing his nape, before he dug in to his breakfast, "Our Itsuka was barely as tall and big as me! now look at her she's over seven feet and bigger haha!"
"Not to mention her appetite she wasn't keen in eating too much before" Her Mom added, "Now she eats like a bull!"
"Mom! Dad!" Itsuka huffed, her cheeks were flushed, embarrassed at her parents teasing her.
"We're not teasing you sweetie!" Her Mom said placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder giving a gentle squeeze accompanied with a gentle smile on her face.
"Your Mom and I are just so proud of our little Itsuka!" Her Dad finished with a proud grin on his face.
After hearing this Itsuka felt giddy as pink dusted her cheeks as her parents praise her, her parents on the other hand snickered at their daughter's expression,
Soon the snickers and giggles died down, replaced with comfortable silence as the trio ate.
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After scarfing down the rest of her breakfast and washing it down with a glass of water, Itsuka checked the digital clock on their kitchen counter, it read [07:30 AM]
"Hmm I guess I should start making my way to Dagobah." Itsuka thought. Standing up from her seat and taking her and her parents' plates, bowls, and utensils to the kitchen sink.
"Thanks Sweetie!" Her Mom thanked her, "Just leave those inside the sink I'll handle them after this big oaf enters the dojo" Not so discreetly gesturing to her husband, who was just grinning happily,
Itsuka loves her dad she really does, but he's such a drama queen most of the time that she would just label him a lost cause at this point.
"Sweetie your bento is just in the fridge just take it when you're about to leave!" Her Mom said from the dining table,
"Ok Mom!" Itsuka yelled as she took out a thermos filled with water, and the bento wrapped in turquoise cloth from the fridge,
Packing her neatly wrapped bento her mom had prepared into her deep blue gym bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and getting her favorite teal high tops on, making her way to the door,
"I'm heading out now!" She yelled, as her head poked out of the door frame as she ducked from outside the door.
"Have a great day pumpkin!" Her Dad yelled, "I bet it won't be as great since I'm not-gerk!"
Her Mom presumably chopped Her Dad's nape knocking him out cold, as her Mom peeked out of the hallway for Itsuka to see her.
"Have a great day sweetie!" She replied, waving her hand at her, "Don't be out so late got it?"
"I got it Mom." She replied, the door closing with a satisfying soft click.