Diverting the plot

1 - Sparkling Friendship

Warning: This Fanfic contains spoilers of the anime and manga from now on.

You're six years old now.

Now that you can talk better, your voice sounds exactly like hers, except yours is much more calm and unbothered, nothing like the cheerful excited voice Toga had in the anime. Your body is growing too, and you're starting to resemble her more and more.

You aren't sure you'll ever get used to this, but it's your reality now, and you need to accept it as such. There is no going elsewhere from this.

Up until now, life has been decent. You've never used your quirk again after the time you found out about it, nor do you plan on using it so soon.

Of course, you'll have to train it at some point, but you're still very young.

Besides, your relationship with your parents has improved greatly.

They're nothing like Toga's canon parents, you would have never imagined they were the same people. They love you a lot, and support you in your decisions. The topic of your quirks comes out rarely, it's quite the awkward topic for them. But it's gradually improving, at least it seems so.

They don't like your fangs. It's very oblivious that they find them creepy, but they don't comment about it. After all, what can they do? Abrade them with sandpaper? You sure hope not.

There is one thing about you that boosts their parent ego to the roof.

That being that you know much, much more than a normal kid your age would, so they see you as a prodigy. They might not be proud of your quirk, but they don't waste a single chance to tell others just how smart you are. That you can already read and count despite not even going to school.

Ugh. As if you guys were the ones who taught me.

There are still some controversies though. Firstly, they're worried for you. You have no friends and absolutely no will to make any. You don't care about the kids your age, because... let's face it, they're boring for you. They're not on your level by any means.

It's hard to have the fantasy and playfulness of a kid when you aren't a kid, so you end up being isolated from everyone. Your quirk's nature does not help with making friends at all.

Your parents actually took you to a psychologist of sorts, who basically told them that the reason why you don't make friends is because you're too smart. Pretty accurate for a guess.

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You were woken up by your mum gently shaking you.

"Honey, wake up. It's your first day of school, we don't want to be late." She said, her voice gentle yet with a subtle urgency as she gives you a small, nervous smile.

You get off the bed yawning as you put on your school uniform. It consists of a white shirt with a tiny blue jacket with buttons, and a red skirt. You're not fond of the uniform, but rules are rules.

Mum prepares you your lunchbox, with a sandwich and a snack to eat at school for extra measure, along with orange juice. She even packs your school bag, although you could have done that yourself.

The elementary school is close to your house, so mum and dad accompany you there by foot.

The first thing you notice, that doesn't bring you much joy, is that the school's garden is already full of kids and their parents. You can see mums dragging their crying son to school, which makes you sweatdrop.

It's really loud, between the kids crying and the ones screaming while playing with their friend, you find yourself in a new habitat. You deadpan at the kid using a speed quirk to run away from school, desperately chased by a very embarrassed dad.