Hello there! Yes, I really shouldn't write for a fandom I don't know everything about, but I really couldn't help it. Also I love this guy and he deserves better. Anyways, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned this. But alas, it was not meant to be. Which basically means I only own Ayame.

Warning(s): Potential triggers (i.e. child abuse, verbal and physical, but not in any detail, just the aftermath,) shitty writing because I don't consider this the best it could be, and my cursing.

Summary: He was the boy whose Quirk involved speaking. She was the traumatized, selective mute who spoke with hands. They had two opposing abilities, yet they would be quite the pair to defeat Villains with their own senses. This was the story of Hitoshi Shinsou and Ayame Naita, and the lives that were intertwined. [MATURE THEMES AND POTENTIAL TRIGGERS]

The first time he met her, he didn't know. How could he? It was only a little bit later when he finally realized what her disability was.

His Quirk had just developed, and after unintentionally trying it out on his parents, they took him to the park (looking afraid when he let them go why were they so afraid?)

He sat down by a tree with a book, when a girl with pale blue hair and somehow bright onyx eyes tripped over his leg. She had given him a panicked expression as her hands continued making weird gestures and admittedly unique symbols. He soon learned (after testing his Quirk,) that she refused to say anything.

Well, that made him useless now, didn't it? His whole Quirk revolved around sound, and if his opponent wouldn't reply that would be problematic. So, completely for future scenarios, he learned her weird language.

(And if it was also for the female he found intriguing, that didn't matter.

No, not at all.)

So, he asked around for how mute people 'talk.'

It was called Sign Language, as you apparently "sign" the letters in the air. He checked out a book from the library (after asking if he could, the person said "No!" so he kinda improvised,) and started learning.

A couple weeks later, when he felt he had the alphabet memorized, he went to the park again to try to talk to her.

Only, she wasn't there.

A little annoyed, Hitoshi wandered around before stumbling into a bush that lead into a cave. He thought, "Well, if I can't handle a creepy cave, I'll never become a Hero!" So he stepped into the cave.

It was there that he found a small makeshift bed roll, with a scratchy blanket assumably for "warmth."

Further in the cave there was shuffling, a couple wheezing sniffles, and then he saw her.

It was an image that he would never forget, even after achieving his dream in the distant future.

The girl from before had scratches and gashes all along the visible part of her skin. Where there used to be a soft, unblemished surface, there were now ugly bruises and scars that would probably never go away.

She was shocked at his appearance by the look of her face, but continued shedding tears while trying (and failing,) to stop their descent.

Hitoshi was horrified.

That girl standing there was hurt and needed help-

He felt stupid. He knew how to talk in a way she would (hopefully) appreciate. So, he signed.

Hitoshi lifted his hand up as he racked his brain on what to say. It was still shaky (cause she was hurt why was he so useless-) but the movements seemed correct.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Her face morphed from pain and embarrassment to being seemingly thrilled yet still slightly pained.

Her hand signs were faster than what he was able to understand, and he told her so verbally, forgetting why he even learned it in the first place.

She nodded, momentarily forgetting her own pain. As the girl winced, he panicked again and responded with random hysterical signing.

His worry became increasingly obvious (and why wouldn't it be-!) when her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she became unconscious due to blood loss and serious injuries.

A soft, but harsh, cough was Hitoshi's only warning that another human being was awake.

Alas, she only shifted his way and inaudibly squeaked in surprise at his unintentionally intense gaze.

His eyes seemed to be searching hers. Was he looking to see if she was alright? No, it couldn't be that. She wasn't worthy of any concern he might have. At least, that's what they would've told her. Speaking (ha) of them, where were they?

Ayame's train of thought was halted when Hitoshi saw her solemn grimace, so... he hugged her. It did not give the expected response. She flinched, almost as if waiting for something bad to follow the action.

Hitoshi didn't know the implications of that at the time.

She opened her mouth to speak- then closed it, knowing he would never want to hear her actual voice.

If they had taught her anything, it was that.

She stiffened, and carefully extracted herself from the hug, unintentionally noting his regretful look.

It didn't matter in the large scheme of things if one person's feelings were hurt, right?

As Hitoshi tried to shake off the unexpected hurt that bloomed from her refusal, he began to ask her questions to take his mind off of it.

What's your Quirk?

She shook her head.

I haven't gotten it yet.

Hitoshi paused, before mentally slapping himself.

I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Shinsou Hitoshi, what's your name?

She blinked, coming to the same conclusion as he did. In return, she offered a sheepish smile as she responded to his inquiry.

I'm Naita Ayame. It's a pleasure to meet you... Shinsou-kun.

Again, Ayame is a SELECTIVE mute, so she chooses not to speak. Please tell me what you think. I am in huge need of constructive criticism for this story, considering I'm in dangerous territory with writing this with no real information on the majority of the themes this story will cover. If you would like me to drop this story because of my incompetence, please PM me.

~ TheAngelicPyro