Hello everybody! I am Atanki Mikumo, your new protagonist!

To be honest, I have no idea why I have these honors. Like, I was vibing one moment. The next moment, I can now talk to people outside of my realm. Fun, right? I didn't even have to try out! I just got the part!

Thinking about it, that's probably a bad omen, but I am choosing to ignore it. I'm already fucked up enough. Therefore, I don't think it can get that much worse.

Wait, I'm getting way too ahead of myself. I need to actually explain my life.

So I live in a world where everyone has superpowers called quirks. You probably know the classic superpowers like super strength or flying or whatever. Yeah, those exists. However, they go beyond that. For example, my quirk is called Search! It allows me to stalk people and know how to kick their asses while I am miles away from them! I get to keep data on them too. My quirk is a bit more on the simple side compared to others, believe it or not. Like, the shit gets weird.

With these quirks, people realized that they can use this shit to stir trouble. Since we are humans, they did. Due to chaos not being a good thing for some reason, heroes eventually came to be to put a stop to this. Personally, I just call them the glorified police and don't really give a fuck about them. Villains also exist...that's something, I guess.

I don't care for any of that personally. If anything, I find it annoying as hell, especially now. You see, I live in a town that's pretty near a supposedly highly-secured prison with the most powerful villains. Supposedly is the keyword as those villains broke out and are now causing chaos here. Then, those villains encourage free villains to cause trouble, and the circle of life continues. It makes going to Walmart terrible! Even worse, the heroes aren't a help. They sort of dipped.

Enough about that though. This place sucks so lets talk about me! For a start, it might help if you know what I look like.

To be frank, I am the most emo-looking man you'll ever meet. I have black curly hair and these wide ass green eyes. Okay, maybe that is not emo, but let's add the fact that I have a solid black mask covering my face with tubes coming out of it and attaching to a backpack on my back. I think that's emo. I also have lots of scars across my body, though I don't know how I got them. It's the same for the right arm that I am missing, but I luckily have a prosthetic that I made to cover that.

And finally, round Harry Potter glasses. That's everything you need to know appearance wise.

However, with the mask now being talked about, I believe now is a great time to mention that I am slowly dying!

I don't exactly know why, but I have this illness that is slowly killing me. The only reason I can even move around normally is because the mask pumps a gas that suppresses the illness's effects. It's not the greatest of times. Without it, I would either be sleeping or getting sick.

Great fun, huh?!

There's other effects as well such as struggling to eat and tiredness and memory- oh boy, the memory is especially bad. I don't even know why I am in this town for example! One moment, I was...elsewhere, and now I am here! The only reason I am still here is because I came here for a reason, and I am determined to figure it out.

Well, that's everything, right? I live in a world where everyone has superpowers, and my death is near!

That...kind of sounds sad. I don't know why I made that sound so depressing. I know it's going to happen. Actually, I have known for a while now. That's why I am enjoying my life these days. I don't want to die with regrets, so I am doing everything I want to do slowly but surely.

Now everything is out of the way! Let's discuss the current plans then.

Right now, I am on my way to Walmart for food...at night...in the rain...I never said I was smart. Sure, I have a bunch of degrees, but that's being academically smart. Keeping myself safe smart? No.

Returning to the topic at hand, I need food. The motel I am at doesn't offer breakfast all day or a fridge to store my food, so I don't have a consistent supply of food there. Actually, it hardly offers a bed cause the rest of the place looks like something that would appear on Hotel Hell. However, it's cheap, so it works.

Damn, I really am getting distracted, huh? Focus, Atanki, focus!

The road is rather quiet. There is hardly anyone out, though I suppose that makes sense since it is dark and rainy. Even without those factors, this whole town is shit due to villains, so most people are unwilling to go out in the first place. In fact, some are in shelters because it's that bad. That's probably a sign that I should not be out, but you only live once!

Wait, where am I?

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Of course I got lost. Goddamn it. I don't know why I bother to leave without turning on my GPS. I am terrible with directions.

I look around to find that I recognize none of these places. These are just plain ass buildings! This does not help me any!

I begin to pull out my phone when I suddenly hear yelling along with what sounds like something thick shooting out of a pipe.

"THAT MONSTER!"

Without even considering what that could be, I start to run towards the noise because it is nearby. Like, really nearby. That's probably one of my stupider ideas, but I don't really have time to consider it.

"Please, no! STOP IT! I'm no monster! I was just scared- squeak!"

I skid to a stop when I see three men raising their arms against this really tall woman with an animal mutation quirk. I don't know about y'all, but this just seems like an act on discrimination. Simply put, quirk discrimination exists. People with mutation quirks tend to take a good brunt of it unfortunately. Instinctively, I got ahead and use my quirk on them. I never know if I will need information from it. Based on my quirk, they're basic.

One guy raises what looks like a fucking laser blaster towards the woman, "Trying to get our guard down, huh?!"

I don't know what encourages me to move. Maybe it's the fear in her. Or maybe I just want to beat someone up. Either way, I do.

I rush towards the man with the blaster, grab his shoulder, and shoves him towards his friend.

"HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!" Blaster man hollers as he smashes into his friend.

The last one that was just approaching her spins around and faces me, "GET OUT OF HERE!"

He rushes at me with what looks like a sword in his hand, and he goes to swing it at me. I almost get my head cut off because I was considering how the fuck he got ahold of that! Thank fuck I reach up and grab it with a clang against the metal arm. The man holds a confused look as I rip it out of his grip and kick him back.

Then, I drop the sword and lock eyes with him, "She is innocent. You guys are attacking her for no reason."

"She was acting suspicious!" He claims, and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Homie, y'all are literally carrying around weapons! If that doesn't spell suspicious, I don't know what does! You're making fools of yourselves! Now get out, you discrimitive teenie weenie dick assholes."

I don't know why, but they suddenly act like Satan himself appeared in front of them. They gather their weapons and scram like pussies.

With that out of the way, I recognize that I am suddenly feeling worn out. Fucking damn it. Why must I be so sensitive?

I try to stabilize my breathing as I turn towards her, "You okay?"

The woman, trembling, nods as she bends down to pick up her umbrella, "Squeak, yes, but we should get out of the rain. You don't look okay," She comes to my side and puts the umbrella over my head, "Come on, there should be cover nearby."

"I'm fine...my health just...bleh," I mumble in between. I follow beside her quickly to get out of the rain. Ironically enough, we end up outside of a Walmart! Hallelujah! Mission complete for me! I plop my ass against the wall under some covering and grin, "Just where I needed to be...thanks!"

She looks at me with concern as she bends down beside, "Are you sure that you are okay, squeak? Should I get help?"

I raise a hand to let her give me a moment. I have almost caught my breath. If I keep going, I will never breathe normally again.

Well, that may be a bit dramatic.

Once I can breathe again, I respond, "I am perfectly okay! It's just that Satan has a really tight grip on my soul at times and sometimes I need to punch him in the dick to get it back."

It takes her a moment to figure out what I meant, "Squeak, oh, I'm sorry."

"It's whatever. I've done accepted it. I'm just happy to be alive! Speaking of being alive, why are you out at this time of night? That's not exactly a good idea if you want to stay alive." She sighs.

"With how bad everything has been getting, I decided to seek shelter now. Unfortunately, I was denied the shelters here." I give her a confused look.

"Denied?"

"Due to my quirk." That certainly pinches a nerve. I don't know why, but it's a topic that has always bothered me. It's not like I have a quirk that garners discrimination towards me. I just have something there, I suppose.

"What the fuck? That's blatant discrimination."

"Yeah, squeak. I was hoping that wouldn't be the case. It's normal. Squeak."

"That sounds like bullshit. You'd think that we would be over this by now but nope! Humans suck!" I huff, "Since that plan is out the window for you, where are you heading then?"

"A couple towns, squeak, over. They seem safe." Couple towns over? That sounds ridiculous.

"So you're having to leave town for safety?" I receive a nod.

I don't respond immediately. Instead, I grab my glasses, wipe the rain droplets on them, and think. After that shit, she should wait until the morning where she is slightly less likely to be attacked. I still can't believe that nobody accepted her just because she has a mutative quirk. Well, I can. It's just shit.

Any person with more than one braincell recognizes that she can't be the only dealing with this shit: There are people like her likely dealing with the same shit. It's sad. Disappointing. Then, there are some people who can't afford to leave. They're stuck here.

If I wanted this shit, I would have gone to America.

I put my glasses back on and look over at her, "Maybe don't continue on that track tonight in the pouring rain? Look, I am staying at a motel nearby. It looks like something that would appear in a horror film, but it's livable. Stay there for the night. I'll pay."

Her eyes widen as she quickly shakes her head, "No, I couldn't take that! Squeak!" I wave her off.

"Don't worry, I have plenty. Besides, I have nobody to inherit my money, so it's best to spend it all now!"

"That doesn't seem very smart!"

"Look: I have plenty of money to spare. The least I can do with it is help someone out."

"Squeak, are you sure?"

"I am more sure of that than I am of any other aspect of my life!" I hop on my feet and give her a smile, which, now that I think about it doesn't really display considering the mask. Well, hopefully it shows in my wonderful eyes, "Now, come on, we need food. They don't offer anything there."

Ignoring her calling 'wait' with a squeak, I waddle into Walmart to grab some food. I'm not exactly worried about leaving her being considering her legs are literally as tall as me. It only takes a couple steps for her to come back up to my side!

We decide not to take too long considering what has just happened. We just grab Walmart's premade wonders and junk food and dip.

Thankfully, we make it back to the motel in one piece. I get her a motel room (with some glaring required), divvy up the food, and we go our merry way to our prospective rooms. We could eat together, but I am not exactly comfortable eating in front of someone.

After food, I lay down to go to sleep because fuck I am tired.

At least I was able to help someone today. More than what I usually do!

However, I wonder...