Title: 逃げる手 - The Hand That Bleeds
Rating: T
Summary: "I don't want to be a Hero. I want to be a Healer. My Quirk is made for healing, like my mom's, not fighting so I train to fight like a Hero to be a Healer. I want to help others to the best of my abilities." Hisoka Matsushita, raised by her mother and who never knew her father, never could quite understand where the path she would eventually take would lead her to.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia. Boku no Hero Academia is written and illustrated by Kōhei Horikoshi-sensei. No profit was made in the writing of this fanfic.

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Chapter 1

To Where It Shall Begin

Once there was a woman who wanted to become a Hero, yet chose to heal instead of fight. Once there was a man, whose ideals would become twisted and his hope for the Hero Path lost, would become someone that would slay all those he deemed fake. But before that hopeless path became his future, that woman and man met by chance.

They had been younger - he had just started down the path of training to be a Hero, and she was studying to heal the ones who got hurt.

He had fought.

She had healed him.

He sprouted his ambition. He wanted to make a better world.

She listened and gave him her full support. She chose to help him.

That choice changed everything for them.

Years passed. Even when he began his descent, she followed after him with a smile filled with love. To her, he was her only love. To him, she was the last thing keeping him sane. He would kill to protect her as she healed and followed him wherever he went. They basked in each other's presence, knowing that they could trust each other. It was not something that one would exactly call love, yet it was something. They depended on each other.

One day, he gave her a necklace - one of silver and decorated with Cherry Blossoms - to show how important she was to him. She loved it. She never took it off - it became her most prized possession.

They continued to move, from area to area, until finally, they decided upon a spot where she could start a clinic - where it became his base and their home to come back to. It wasn't long before she found out that she was with child. It was one of the brightest days of her life, yet she kept silent. She wanted to tell her beloved at the perfect moment. But when it had come, he never did return home.

She waited there for as long as she could.

He never came.

Location: Hisoka's Room, Second Floor of Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan

Date: June 5, 20XX

"So, she chose to move away to a place where she knew he could find her, hopeful that she would one day meet the love of her life once again," the fair-skinned, light brown-haired, and brown-eyed Haru Matsushita said to her six-year-old daughter. They lay on the little girl's bed, Haru over the covers as she told her story.

Older brown eyes framed by glasses looked into a pair that were just as brown, curious eyes similar in color. Hisoka Matsushita had short messy black hair similar to her mother's, and pale hands gripped the pale blue blanket her mother had covered her with before she had begun her bedtime story. "Will they ever meet again, mama?" She asked, voice filled with wonder.

Haru gave a chuckle and flicked her lightly on the nose. "That is a story for another time. Now it's getting late, so that means sleep for you, my child." She stood, the bed creaking from the release of her weight.

The child grabbed her nose, grumbling as she rubbed it. She inched into the bed, sending a pout towards her mother. She wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"Now, now. None of that. You've got school tomorrow."

"Yes, mama..." Hisoka muttered; her pout deepened as she continued inching into bed.

Leaning over, Haru moved her bangs and gave Hisoka a peck on the forehead before tucking her in. She headed towards the door. "Good night, Hisoka," she said as her finger moved to the light switch. "I love you."

Hisoka yawned, "'ove you too..."

Haru gave a tired smile, turning the light switch down, causing the light to go out within the room, and closed the door softly behind her. Peering out the uncovered window - the curtains were drawn to the side - as she turned her head, Hisoka caught glimpses of small twinkling stars glittering amongst the black painted sky. They were such a pretty sight. Every night she would look out at them after her mama's story. She felt another yawn escape past her lips, eyes scrunching close on reflex.

She continued to watch the stars above as she snuggled deeper into bed, her eyelids slowly closed, and she fell into a dream filled sleep.

Years Later...

Location: Hisoka's Room, Second Floor of Matsushita's Home Clinic, Itō, Northeast Corner of Izu Peninsula, Eastern Shizuoka Prefecture, Chūbu Region, Honshu, Japan

Date: February 26, 20XX

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A hand reached out from under the grey sheet covers laid out on the bed, touching the off button on the alarm clock before it snuck back into the small opening it had come out of. All was silent and unmovable for a moment before a blob shifted and raised to form the shape of a human. Messy black hair, something akin to a rat's nest, inched its way up for the world to see with the head it lay upon coming to light as well. The blanket moved as the body rose from the dead sleep its mind had just awoken from.

Arms stretching up towards the cream colored ceiling, her mouth involuntarily opened, and she inhaled air deeply. Brown eyes glanced at the calendar laid on the desk to her right, a day marked in red. Blinking slowly a few times, it finally dawned on Hisoka as to why there was so much red on this exact day.

"Ah..." She mumbled, yawning again as she moved the blanket off her. Swinging her legs over the edge, she got out of bed.

It was the day of the exam...

Which exam?

She tilted her head, pausing for a moment to remember then went about to the bathroom to get ready.

Oh. Yes. That exam.

After finishing up her daily morning routine, throwing on some warm clothes for the cold weather outside, she made her way through her home towards the kitchen to grab something to eat before she had to get going. Opening the fridge, she happily spotted some premade rice balls on the second shelf wrapped in a clear plastic wrap with a sticky note attached to it.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to make you breakfast, Hiso-chan; I got called away early this morning but was able to make these for you! There's enough for you and Fumi-chan! Good luck with the exam! I know you'll do your best! Say hello to Fumi-chan for me!
-Love, Mom

She gave a small smile, mumbling to the note, "Love you too..." She swiped the rice balls and put them in her grey shoulder bag. After making sure everything she needed was there, she put on her coat and boots and walked out the front door, locking it.

Hisoka turned to see a boy with a black bird-shaped head, with hair styled to spiked downward and a short beak greeted her at her front gate, "Hello Hisoka." His red eyes gave her a once-over, a curt nod of approval was her answer.

"Fumi..." She uttered back, nodding. Her hot breath fogged when it made contact with the cold winter air. "Here." Digging into her bag, she took out the food, handing half of it to the boy. Fumikage Tokoyami thanked her, biting into the food without hesitation. The two childhood friends ate silently, walking side by side, and made their way to the train station - one of the many they'd need to get through to reach the exam site.

Location: Front Entrance of U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: February 26, 20XX

The icy air moved through her hair, her bangs falling to their natural state over her left eye. Her bandaged hands took refuge in the pockets of her age-worn coat. The two teens gazed upward at the ginormous, dominating building of Yuuei High, neck craned back towards the top of the school. A white sign that was placed just inches from the front gate told them that exam day had finally come. Hopeful students walked past them, not paying attention to her or the boy standing next to her.

Fumikage glanced at Hisoka, asking, "Are you ready?"

"Unn..." She gave a curt nod even while a nervous knot formed in the bellows of her gut as they moved their legs, following the other teens past the big gate.

They entered the building, and after they were given a serial number regarding the exam, they went into the Academia's large meeting lounge. After looking around, she was able to find some seats in the back. Tugging on her childhood friend's sleeve, she led Fumikage to the spot, hope-filled teens sitting all around them.

"Welcome one and all to my live show! Everybody say heeeeeey!" A man with weird blonde hair, also known as 'Present Mic', entered. "I've got shivers down my spine too, listeners!" He quipped. "All right, examinees, I'm gonna give you the LOW-DOWN on how this is gonna GO DOWN! Are you ready!?" He went on to explain, even with an unusual interruption from other possible students, the Entrance Exam that could be summed up as how many robots you destroyed would give you the points that determined who would get into the Hero Department or not.

Hisoka exchanged a glance with Fumi. The sense of unease began to settle within her stomach when Fumi's calm hand patted her arm.

As the Pro Hero finished, he said, "Now let's move to the main event. 'Plus Ultra!' And may you all suffer gladly the trials to come."

Although the numbers of Hisoka and Fumikage were consecutive, they were designated in different areas. Worry began to wander into her mind; he gave a pat on her shoulder as he looked forward. "There is nothing to worry about." Her tense shoulders slumped, nodding. Fumi had her back.

When they went their separate ways, Hisoka gave him a wave goodbye and went to change into the uniform she usually used when training, strapping her belt to her waist with her Kaiken fit snug to her side. Closing the small, temporarily assigned locker filled with her stuff, she moved out of the female changing room and walked firmly while trying to at least smooth some of the curls in her hair.

'I shall do my best.'

Author's Note: So... This is the beginning of something I did not see happening. I was never into the Boku no Hero Academia fandom but then an idea that came when watching a clip from the Vs. Hero Killer Arc. It wouldn't leave me alone until I made it happen - literally lost a few days of sleep so one OC and story creation later here is the first chapter.

What do you think?

Pictures: (Just take out the spaces and the links should work.)

Here is Hisoka's bio: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Matsushita-Hisoka-Boku-No-Hero-OC-708204172

And a picture of her: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Boku-No-Hero-OC-Hisoka-Matsushita-708206667

I like creating pictures of my OCs and will do some for Hisoka. I'll post links whenever I make one. Got any ideas for me to draw because I am always open to new ideas? It's on DeviantArt so hit me up there with a message if you have an account as well. The bio is also constantly updating as the story goes on. So, keep an eye on it. Hopefully, the next chapter will be longer and be out soon.