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Why can’t I just stop? You asked yourself before slicing another cut into your already scarred arm. With tears streaming down your face you kept going and going. Without realizing it you had cut along your whole arm. Your crying was starting to get louder again. You couldn’t risk waking up your sister or your mother, definitely not your mother. You tried to stop gasping and cried silently screaming inside your head. Why am I alive? Why can’t I die? Why won’t anyone kill me? PLEASE SOMEONE KILL ME! You screamed inside your mind.

With your crying, you didn’t notice the figure at your window staring at you. Surprised you jumped back and started crying harder. Please I'm sorry for what I did I’m sorry please kill me don’t kill me please kill me. You repeated it over and over again without stopping. The figure at your window had bunny ears and a hood on so you couldn’t see their face. Silently the hooded figure unlocked your window and climbed in

“Hey hey calm down I’m not going to hurt you.” the figure said slowly walking closer to you. “It’s ok. I promise” they repeated. With the last sentence, you started crying harder, getting a headache from the soft words. You cried harder and harder and more audibly. “No, get away from me I’ll hurt you STOP, GO AWAY YOU’LL GET HURT!” you shouted at the stranger. The figure pulled off its hood and revealed jade green hair, emerald green eyes, a freckled face, and a dainty nose.

You recognized the person, pro-hero izuku midoriya. He was your favorite and your comfort character. After you recognized who it was you froze. Your body reeling from the blood loss and anxiety of a stranger. “Hey hey don’t cry. Let me see your arm,” he said softly, convincing your body to obey. He pulled out bandages from one of his pockets and started wrapping your wounds talking to you in a soft voice that made you relax immediately. “It’s ok. I’m here. You’re safe now.” he said, keeping you calm.

You could only sniffle and try not to cry at his soft and caring touch. You couldn’t say anything but he pulled you into a hug and sat on your bed. Not being able to keep the dam shut anymore you started crying.” It’s ok you’re fine now puppy” he said stroking your hair and holding you tighter while you got out your emotions.

After a while, you got sleepy and decided to try to speak to the stranger for help but he had already fallen asleep with you in his arms snoring softly. Without disturbing him, you laid down and fell asleep.

As soon as he could hear the soft breathing of your sleeping form he got up and laid you down on the bed and covered you up. Turning back to the window pulling his hoodie up he looked at you one last time and whispered” good night puppy.” And hopped out the window to resume his nightly route.

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The next morning I woke up trying to remember last night what happened and how I got this bandage around my arm. I didn’t think long before panicking. ‘What if my mom did this and she knows, what if it stresses her out, what if she puts me out because she can't handle the stress of a 4-year-old and a suicidal teenager.’ as I thought my heart sped up and my stomach was doing flips. But that didn’t stop me from getting ready for school at 5:50 am.

First, I got my clothes from the backroom and put them on without bothering with brushing my teeth or washing my face. I put on my glasses and got my keys that had my blade in the pouch. My shoes were next then my huge jacket to cover my arms. Once that was done I didn't bother trying to make something for breakfast. I told my still-sleeping mom I was leaving and she did her normal “have a good day” so I went along and left to make it to my bus stop.

Once I got there I immediately went into the woods by the sidewalk and went to my sanctuary- a large space with a huge Mongolia tree near the entrance and an old box thing in the middle. I walked up to the tree and poured the entire water bottle I took with me into the middle of the trunk, where I normally put the offering. Then I sat down on the box and pulled out Inkheart and started reading. 3 minutes later I heard the familiar ‘pssh’ of the bus's brakes on the far side of the street. I made my way back out front avoiding the animal holes and small twigs. Getting on the bus I put on my best fake smile and greeted the bus driver and sat down in my seat. Once again I pulled out Inkheart and began to read.

After the bus stopped at my school I got off and started towards the library. A sudden need to look up plagued me until I looked at the trees on my left and I swear I saw a flash of green and black. I dismissed it as a bird and continued walking.

I arrived at the library and read Inkheart until the bell rang. My first period was pe today so I went my usual route but again the mysterious feeling of someone watching me crept up my spine. Looking around I swear I saw a tuft of green hair in the crowd but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.

I took my usual route to the gym with my school-sister Kara. I told her about the experience I had last night and not being able to remember it. She told me in a satirical tone that maybe an anime character was stalking me. I laughed placidly and raced her to the gym.

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Once I got to the gym I sat in my corner with Kai, Josh, Nate, and kara. I told Kai about the situation and he asked me if I had taken any sugar drugs before school or maybe my Benadryl induced coma hasn't worn off yet. I scoffed and pulled out my Chromebook to open up a fnaf file to read while kara was editing photos of jose and kai. As usual, Kai tried to break the i-pad and put it in the trash so I took it from him.

“Hey now piss baby u mad because a widdle picture?” i said in a babying tone.” yea i am, now give it back miss hospital,” he said standing up and taking it out of my hands. He was taller than me -by one inch only remember that- and would not let me live it down. So we had to be quiet because of the pledge of allegiance and one minute of silence but after that our teacher took attendance. Then we went to the gym.

We sat down in our normal corner of the gym and opened our Chromebooks. I joked around with kara about vocaloid and fnaf but i looked up and saw a face millimeters away from my face. I screamed “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” and jumped back hitting my head on the bleachers. kara ,nate,josh and kai looked at me like i just saw a ghost; and i was half sure i did. They asked me what was wrong. “SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU DON’T SEe him…?” I slowly dropped off my sentence, not seeing the person who was literally 3 centimeters away from my face. Horror made its way to my features realizing that maybe I need to be in jail.

“Um so is this the ‘person’ you were talking about, popping up randomly and scaring the shit out of you?” she asked, playing ‘alien girl a’ on her chromebook. “You know what kara fuck you. This shit is scary. I might need some damn schizo pills at this point.” I said in a joking manner. I looked around and shrugged it off as not getting enough sleep. Time passed and then it was time for us to walk. We walked around the gym about 6 times before the weird started up again.

In front of me I saw the same green hair I saw in the crowd this morning and in the trees outside the school. Me being me walked up to the person and took them roughly by the shoulder. “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STALKING ME?” I yelled as I yanked them backwards. “ARRRGH” the person yelled. I pulled them into a headlock and was taken aback. “Your hair….it’s not green anymore….YOU HAD GREEN HAIR! WHERE DID IT GO?! YOU CAN'T TRICK ME!” I screamed while pulling their hair. There was a lot of screaming mostly from me. I felt myself being pulled off of the person but I didn't let go of the hair, meaning I ripped a good chunk of a random boy's hair out while screaming about him stalking me. The rest of the gym was a blur and flurry of tears and kicking. At one point I started biting people. That's when the nurse came and gave me a shot of morphine to get me to calm down.

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The morphine knocked me out cold. I felt myself collapse and land on something warm and soft. I had no time to register what it was because my consciousness faded into the ether.

You wake up in a tub in a semi dark room. The tube was filled not with water but with something. You look around and find you were upside down in space. The stars felt so real that they started burning. The burning was intense. It was too intense. It hurt. It hurt so much. it hurts, help me. The sparks from the stars were so beautiful, so were you until they started to jump and pull and bite and take. They take and take and they start to take your face, they take away the ugly features and leave behind an ugly mound of blood and bone. They strangle you and toss you around, lifting you out of the tub and into their hot and electric embrace. The stars talk to you whispering all the things you want to hear but don’t necessarily need

“ You should love me, I gave you everything. I gave you life and a place to stay.” you try to pull out of the black hole forming in your mind that the stars converged to expand. “Why are you pulling away from mewhydon’tyouloveyourmothertheotherkidsdosowhycan’twhycan’tyouwhycan’tyou” the stars are getting louder this time repeating the deafening sound and suffocating feeling of disappointment. “I …..do..love…you” you try to say under the scorching heat. The stars don’t like how you are tripping over your words; they think you are over dramatic. “ When I was a nebula the sun used to pull me apart over and over again and destroy me atom by atom. CHILD what i am doing to you is 1 billionth of what i had to go through how dare you show weakness to your mother. I have done nothing wrong.if you cry i will incinerate you” the star was making so much noise it all jumbled together in a horrifying cacophony of voices and vibrations of the world judging you for not loving your mother the grandmother of all things in existence. “.........” you tried to talk but the heat had seared your mouth shut and made your eyes burst, causing waterfalls of hot, oozing blood to flow into every pore and hole on your body. Soon your skull had pushed into your neck and stabbed your chest. The bones broke and splintered leaving you dying and choking in your own sewed-shut mouth in the embrace of someone who should love you.  

The air was cold unlike the scorching heat of the afterlife. The hospital was cold and I felt like a block of lead. The morphine should be wearing off by now but all i could do is stare at the ceiling, paralyzed, alone,scared. I heard someone walk into the room and change the ivs and check my vitals. Oh how badly I wanted to converse with the stranger but I was still paralyzed no matter what I did I couldn't face my body to move.

After a while I heard a recognizable voice… my mother. She walked in with an air of concern. She walked up to me and started crying real loud but fake all the same. “I'll leave you two alone.” the nurse said, walking out and locking the door. Once the door closed my mother sneered at me. “Ugh, what have you gotten into now?” she said, looking at me expectantly for an answer. I of course could not respond but i can’t tell her that so we sat in silence for a minute. “GOD DAMN TI CHILD WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ME DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH GAS IT TOOK TO SEE YOU BECAUSE YOU DECIDE TO PULL ON KIDS HAIR AND SCREAM AND BITE!” my mother shouted at me spitting in front of the hospital bed. “..........” is all i could say. “So you won’t talk to me huh,?” she said, reaching over the bed.”I always knew you were an ungrateful child but perhaps you have forgotten what happened when you're disgraceful.” she wraps her hands around my neck just like she did when i was 9 for taking my phone from her dresser. She lifted up and I couldn't scream. All I could do was endure it like I did all those years ago. All i could do is hope she didn’t throw me over a table and hurt me.

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She held me here shaking me over and over again as if that would get me unparalyzed. Soon she threw me down on the bed and left. I was unconscious before she could scream at me more. I woke up after what seemed like days and looked around. There was a tablet on the edge of the bed that had the time on it. It had been two days since the ordeal with my mother. All I could do was stare and try to remember. To remember my friends' names and what my name was and how I got here in the first place. But I dug too deep. Too deep, too far I reached into my memories and tugged on a loose piece of wire, and before I could stop their tears started rolling down my face. I pulled myself into a fetal position and cried. I still had my little key pouch, the one which held my little blade. I couldn't see right because of the tears. I dug and drew pictures of misery and death with my metal pen and skin-like paper.

   The silent sobs of my pain invaded the air more than I'm used to and drew the attention of someone passing through the hospital. “Hey…. are you ok in there?” a familiar voice rang out into the desolate white room I was crying in. “h-hey….ka….kara,” I said in a small voice. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. From the first day I met her she was my friend, he was the one that needed to be protected and the one that needed support. I was the one that gave that support. I was the one you can count on with no hesitation. I had forgotten my place in the group as the older sister. 

    ‘My only responsibility was being there for others and others only and I couldn't do that right.’ I thought as Kara walked in. I hid the blade and my arms and smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. “Hey…. are you ok?” She asked not to look at me and pulled a chair up beside the bed. I sat up and laughed. “Yea I'm fine….absolutely fine. Anyways, what are you doing up this late? It looks like it's midnight.'' I said looking her up and down for any sign of sleep deprivation or injuries I might have caused. “I heard someone crying and it sounded like it was coming from your room so I went to see you,” she said, raising her head a little so I could barely see her blue eyes from behind her fuzzy mop of blonde hair.

“Don’t worry about me-.” “NO YOUR NOT!” she shouted, making me jump in my bed. “You're not fine… you were comatose for 2 days straight. At one point your breathing stopped and they pronounced you dead!” she said standing up and knocking her chair over “You keep saying you're fine but you're not you have some problems and you're trying to hide them. Newsflash you don’t do it very well.`` I heard the anger in her voice. “Oh…you're mad at me right. So take it out on me, hit me, scratch me, punch me, scream at me, get out that frustration.`` I said, raising my arms. “SEE THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT… think about yourself… for real this time. Not those little ‘self-confidence’ jokes you make.” she said putting up air quotes. We sat in silence for a while because neither of us had anything to say to the other. 

‘I wanna talk to her about my feelings and what I was doing. I wanted to tell her ‘yes it was me crying at noon, that yes I do cut and I want someone that's there for me that's gonna pat my head and tell me everything's ok. Just someone who I can bare my soul to and they won’t take it against me.’ I thought in silence. I so desperately wanted to reach out and tell her everything. From my mom choking me again to my mental issues, but that would turn into unsolicited trauma dumping and I don't wanna add the worries of me onto her own. So we sat in silence for hours. 

    After 10 minutes I zoned out thinking and trying not to cry again when I felt a soft thump against the hospital bed. I look down and kara is there dead asleep leaning on the bedside railing. I finally took a moment to register my surroundings for what they are. 

   I couldn't see much, but from what I could see the room was fairly large with mint green walls with white accents. The bed I was sitting on had a bunch of blankets and pillows on it. It had 3 railings on each side of the bed. The room was filled with medical equipment. The bed itself was decorated with red and white polka dots. I realized that I felt a little loopy and decided to move kara in between two chairs to make a makeshift bed from what I could reach from my island of medicine. Then I laid down and as soon as my head touched the pillow, exhaustion engulfed me like fire on a phoenix.

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CHAPTER 6

Waking up was such a difficult thing when it was 3 AM on a Tuesday, and I immediately wanted to kill myself. Trying to distract myself from the previous events of me coming home from the hospital and being in a dirty room, I decided to blast some music and sit on your creaky bed. You played your favorite playlist which included Dazey and the Scouts, Holy Child, Destroy Boys, and more artists that spoke to the mania of my mind. 

I laid back hoping that I wouldn't agitate my mother who was in her room doing who knows what. What it did agitate was my younger sister, as we shared a room and shouldered the responsibility of raising her. I never asked to be a mother at the ripe old age of 10-it just happened, but I love my mother and my sister too much to detest outwardly, especially not when my mom's working herself into death. I freeze at the thought of my mother dying. My throat gets tight and my eyes ache as I crank up my music to drown out the thoughts. My sister hits me on my leg…she's hungry…I have to get up and make her something…

I peel myself off my sheets and go to the kitchen, it's a mess. It's my job to make sure it's clean. Another recognition of how I can't do a simple job right. Another recognition that I'm not able to do basic things, that I'm not responsible. I shooed my sister into our room and told her her food will be done soon. I grabbed some pizza rolls out of the freezer and put them in the microwave. I think about making some for myself. I advise myself against it, if I end up not eating it, the idea of waste would probably kill me. 

I rot in bed for the rest of the day, crying over how my sister is growing up lonely, and will not be better than me or my mother since she's busy and I'm not capable of being a sister. I cry, ‘I enjoy watching TV shows with siblings and how they go on adventures and how I wouldn't be able to have half as much love with my own sister.  I can't be there for her, but I want to be helped. I'm a horrible person, I shouldn't be here, I don't deserve to be here.’ I silently sob in the dead of night hoping to suffocate myself by accident. I turn my volume all the way up and cover my face with the blanket, pushing the headphones into my ears. Something taps on my headphones and I swipe them off instantly, terrified that I had woken up my mother. I sat up but there was no one. My heart skipped a beat and thundered in my ears. My eyes couldn't focus. I lied back down and saw something at my window again, it was blurry through the tears but there was someone there. My eyes widened in fear and I nearly fell off my bed.

As I wiped my face, I saw it was the same guy. He put a finger to his mask and silently opened the window. I stood up quickly and tried to grab the knife I kept under my bed. He stepped through and I nearly blacked out from the rapid motion. He grabbed me and gently steadied me in a hug. He was impressively strong for someone about three inches shorter than me. 

Once he decided that I was not going to pass out he let go of me by my waist and held my hand in a leading gesture, I followed and he led me to the window. ‘its a sign, I need to jump from the window and kill myself.’ My tears started, his eyes widened and he stood in front of me. I tried to push past him but he grabbed my arm, the back of my knees and lifted me on his shoulder with little hesitance.

 He leaped out the window and both him and I were heading to the ground. With a sound like faint lightning, he changed direction. The rapid change caused me to pass out.

I frantically turned and tossed in this cramped shower. It was a bright electric blue, staining my eyes, my teeth. Frantically banging on the glass, it shattered throwing shards into my eyes popping one of my eyes, it went dark, I pulled my hand away from my face and the blue was everywhere, the blue was everything, my face was splattered blue it clashed horribly with my dark complexion. The purple in my eye socket matches with my skin. The sink I was standing at was purple and black and blue and every color and smell of pain. It ran muddy water, dirty water I deserved for leaving my family. What are they supposed to do withOUTYOU?WHATSAVIORCANYOURSISTERLOOKUPTONOW?WHATHELPCANYOUBETOYOURMOTHER.WHYDIDYOULEAVEUSBEHIND.WELOVEDYOU.WELOVEDYOURHELP.WENEEDEDYOURHELP.HELP.HELP.HELP–-

The water surged into my empty slippery eye socket, burning the remaining flesh away like a flame. The acidity dripped down my face, like how I deserved it, like how I wanted it to deep down inside of that cringy malformed brain of mine. That irresponsible, hypocritical, underperforming, attention undeserving brain.

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“What the hell Deku!” Bakugou hissed, “What fucking scrap have you got now?” Midoriya leapt onto the ledge, the rendezvous spot, and set down his new ‘find’, making sure that she wouldn't fall off and hurt herself. God knows she would love to. “I-I had been scoping her out for a while, and made a decision.” Midoriya puffed his chest out to look slightly more intimidating. 

“Who said you could make these types of decisions?” Shoto asked, emerging out of the shadows.

“I said I could.” Midoriya protested. “Did you even read the damn mission statement?” Bakugou angrily gestured to Midoriya's new ‘find’. “We come here, subdue the villain's cooperation in the area and haul ass back to UA!” He grit his teeth, his volume rising dangerously high.    

Unaware, Midoriya’s  ‘loot’ stirred and gained consciousness.

“We can't just go off task like that dumbass!” 

“It WASN'T o-off task, it was a side quest AFTER the main mission was done.”

“I'm telling Iida, he can advise us on how to proceed.” Todoroki said over Bakugou's shoulder,  making the grenade bunny flinch violently. “Fucking boogyman, God-damnit.”

Midoriyas 'find' shifted and all three heads swiveled to look at her. Wasting no time, Bakugou stomped over to her and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. “Oi! I don't know who you are, but you're not fucking tagging along.” Her eyes widened, body tense, she looked like an animal getting ready to pounce. She threw her head back and headbutted Bakugou in the forehead with all her strength. He dropped her cursing colorfully.  

Midoriya caught her and restrained her arms. “Woah, calm down. We won't hurt you!” She bit his hand, drawing blood, and he flinched for half a second. She took advantage and yanked away from him and suddenly the concrete ledge was getting farther and farther away from her as the traffic below got closer and closer.

‘Finally,’ she thought as she fell. Instinctively Midoriya jumped after her. She closed her eyes accepting her fate, ready to be a bloody pile of decaying food for the rats. Until arms wrapped around her and suddenly she was going in the opposite direction.

Landing on the ledge for the second time. He stood holding her bridal style. “ She's not getting away again ," he smiled internally. “See! She needs to come with us. We could help her.” 

“No.” Iida and his team had arrived. Uraraka and Tsuyu stood next to him getting debriefed by Shoto. “We cannot take her. She has no rightful place at our respectable school, UA” Iida cut through the air with his hands emphasizing his point. 

“If she wants to pass to the next life already, let her fucking do it, save us a lot of time.” Bakugou pitched in, and she lunged at him, only being restrained by Midoriya. “BAKUGOU! Please refrain from agitating her!” Iidas hand swung through the air very angrily. “Y-yeah, she's kinda hard to keep still.” Midoriya struggled trying to keep her in place. 

“Shh, he's not gonna touch you, I promise.” She stopped struggling, but Midoriya could feel her tensing repeatedly, her eyes locked on Bakugou. “You know why she's this way? Because her situations require her to be like this, if we took her back I-we can fix her. That's what heroes do, right? We help people.” Midoriya was beaming, hoping this would be  persuasive.

“...You are indeed correct midoriya, as heroes it's our sacred duty to protect. I will contact Aizawa and get his verdict.” Iida down, four more to go.

“Uraraka,” He turned to her, she paled and blushed miraculously at the same time. ‘To pale, the blood rushes out of your face to your heart but to blush it rushes to your face to be-’ Midoriya stopped himself from thinking too deeply about that and got on topic. 

“Please,” he held eye contact with her and she folded instantly.

“I-I guess she won't hurt anything.” She fidgeted with her hands, 2 down.

“Bakugou, you could be the one to be in charge of her violent tendencies.” Bakugou didn't respond, but his perpetual scowl lifted for a second. 3 down. 

“Tsu-” 

“It's not my call, kero”

“Okay..” 3 down.

“Sho-” 

“Its not my call either.” 

“...” 

“Iida?” 

“Aizawa gave us orders to return after the missing was successfully completed. He has not given me specific orders for this situation.” Iida huffed in exasperation. “That's not a no!” “Midoriya, why do you even want to take her?” Todoroki asked, narrowing his eyes. “Because I-we need to help her.” He sat her down and kept one hand on her head. “...” Todoroki’s face was blank, one eyebrow raised slightly, but he said nothing else. 

“If this conversation is over, I would like to get back to UA before next fucking week.” 

“Language, Bakugou!” 

“Ingurisu, glasses.” With that remark he jumped off the ledge, after him went Todoroki, and Iida and Uraraka, and Tsuyu. 

She stood up to jump too but Midoriya caught her arm. To her great disappointment. “Why can't I jump too?” She asked pulling her arm away, this time his grip didn't waver, “Because.” he pulled her into the stairwell. “The stairs are better.” He tried to be light hearted but she wasn't having it. 

“Anyways, um, do you want to go to UA with m-us?” 

They were walking in the dark of the stairwell. Midoriya blushed but it went unseen. “Sure.” She said emotionlessly. “I think you’ll like it, there are classes and even though they’re for heroes there are still some that quirkless students take. For example, there's this girl, Mei Hatsune and she loves building and she's in the support course, I think you two will be friends as you act similarly from-” Midoriya stopped, the stairwell was silent. 

“W-were you stalking me?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly. “It WASN'T stalking, I simply was keeping an eye out. After the first time I saw you it broke my heart, so I couldn't stand there and do nothing. I never watched you while you were sleeping, or anytime else. I-I just checked on you sometimes. We better hurry, don't want to keep everyone waiting.” He grabbed her hand and she sharply inhaled, they walked the rest of the stairwell in quietness except for their footfalls.

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     We emerged from the stairwell onto a sparsely populated street. He was still holding my hand, his grip tightened hesitantly, and he took the lead. 

      “...” 

     An oppressive air hung around us. 

     ‘I should ask some questions. What could I ask about?’ 

     “Wh-”

      “If-” 

     I stopped in my tracks.

     “Oh I-”

     “Sor-” 

     I laughed and waved my hand at him. “You first.”

     He blushed. 

     ‘Is he cold? It's slightly on the chilly side but it's not that bad.’ I thought.

     “If you would like, when we get to UA I can introduce you to Mei, she likes to experiment on people though. By the way, What's your quirk? You're very tall, is it because of your parentage? Why is your hair like that? Not to be rude, it's a great style, cute, and it fits you well, unrelated, what's your favorite color?”

      He was rattling off question after question, not once taking his eyes off me. I had to pause and think about it for a second. 

     “I don't think that would be a good idea. One of my quirks is that I tend to talk a lot, yes, it's an easy one to do on yourself and my favorite color is- shouldn't you know that already?”

     He froze and his eyes went wide. 

     “Weren't you stalking me? you should know what my favorite color is. In fact, you should know all of these things about me.” I halted and folded my arms, squinting at him suspiciously.

     “Actually, I should be asking you these questions ‘cuz I don't even know who you are. I don't know where we're going. I have no idea what this UA thing is! I have no idea why I said yes, knowing there's so much stuff I'm going to have to think about, like where am I going to live? Am I going to come back? What's going on with the fact that all of your buddies jumped off the building and somehow didn't die? Why were you able to catch me when I jumped? And you want to ask me about my favorite color!?”

     My words echoed off of the empty streets, rebounding and drilling the reality into my head. My throat felt like it was gripped by God's divine fingers. I fell to the ground digging my fingers into my burgundy braids. I heard ringing, it was so loud I couldn't take it, I had to stop the ringing-

     I felt a hand on my side, it was odd, it was a good feeling, but that terrified me, I wanted more. Through the noise I heard a voice. It was a kind voice. It told me to not worry. Something was removed from around my neck and sat atop my head and over my ears and a familiar song played. 

     The concrete in front of me became visible again and so did a familiar face, with familiar green eyes, freckles, and a very familiar dainty nose.

     We made eye contact.

     He smiled.

     My heart jumped.

     He was kneeling in front of me, paying attention to me, he was caring for me. My hands inched down to meet his, he removed his hands from what I have now realized are my headphones, and put them on top of mine. Suddenly the surrounding buildings seemed way more interesting than the face in front of me. 

     I stood up, sliding the headphones back to their previous position on my neck. “W-we should probably go now. That's probably a good idea, let's go.”

     Walking up the train station stairs I saw everyone else, three of them were arguing. The blonde one was getting in the bored looking ones face. It looked seconds away from getting physical. 

     “She said yes!” He exclaimed loudly, surprisingly halting the argument. 

     “Said yes to what?” 

     “To come to UA with us.'' He held my hand in the air, smiling triumphantly as if I won a boxing match. 

     “...”

     “...”

     “...”

     “YOU DIDNT FUCKING ASK HER!?” the blonde one, stomped over and grabbed him by the collar. 

“I was sure she'd say yes,” Midoriya, I think is what the quiet kid called him, raised his palms in surrender. “Besides, it's official so let's get on the train.. before she decides to change her mind.” he said the last part quickly, speed walking to the train entrance 

     Once everyone was on board the train lurched forward with a menacing screech before anyone could sit down. I lost my footing and crashed into Midoriya, knocking him over and somehow rolling on top of him so when I got up we had locked eyes with our faces barely inches apart. The fluorescent lights of the train reflected in his eyes, giving them a depth I could drown in. I had pinned him to the floor, my hand holding his down and my knee in between his legs. He blushed hard, I blushed harder internally, but thank the Lord for melanin. 

    I quickly got off of him and sat alone in a window seat refusing to look at anyone and gazing out the window. After a while, I was fairly surprised that no one came asking for tickets. I had a thought. ‘do these guys have quirks? It's a stretch but it's the only logical explanation. How would they be able to maneuver from the air safely?’

    “It didn't seem like a quirk was activated until I fell. It's like the story of the cow and the moon.”

      Unbeknownst to me I was mumbling at a rapid pace, as I recalled an old fairy tale about a flying cow that had a quirk, that's how it flew by the way, there was no real meaning to the fairy tale but it stuck with me since childhood for some reason. When the topic of quirks were brought up I loved telling people my favorites from the fairy tales. Some people think other countries like China and Japan have actual quirks that do greater things than what you see in the children's books, but it would be impossible for humans to have these abilities.

     “If it was indeed a quirk that allowed them the mobility, why do they look all different, and what's with the frog looking girl? I know it's not nice to call people that but she has an uncanny resemblance to South American rain frogs, it's not unset-”

     “God, shut the fuck up! I don't need another fucking mumbler droning in my fucking ear.” I was interrupted by the blonde spikey one shouting at me from across the train, he was two rows in front of me. The train strangely had no one but us 7. Lots of strange things tonight. 

     “HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, you think you're cool shit for being a dick but if you keep fucking with me I'm gonna be a castrator in a second, bitch!” I stood up from my seat yelling at him.  “Both of you! This is not appropriate behavior for public transportation!” Somewhere behind me the one with gay blue hair tried to reprimand me, I heard nothing. 

     “BRING IT! FOR SOMEONE WHO WANTED TO DIE YOU SURE TALK A FUCKING LOT!” 

     I lunged across seats and swiped at his head, he dodged and got out of his seat, rebounding and aiming his hand in my direction. I dove for his feet, and an explosion went off and singed my braid slightly. My Legs wrapped around both of his and I pushed the back of his knees causing him to buckle, until he picked me up by the back of my shirt and threw me to the floor, hand aimed at my face, his hand glowed like it was a heater. ‘Did he make the explosion?’ I thought for a second before I kicked his hand, stood up and was suddenly in the air. Almost like I was weightless. I turned, as well as I could, in mid air and saw the girl with the brown hair standing where I just was. Next to her was the blue haired guy and Midoriya.

     “Good job Uraraka.” The blue haired bitch said. 

     “Aye! How the fuck am I in the air!?” I slightly panicked. “It's her quirk, Uraraka can remove the gravity from items she touches.” Midoriya said, sending a barely noticeable look in Iidas direction.

     “Her quirk? Like in the kids books!? What the fuck!?” I spun in the air a few times. Everyone looked confused about what I just said.

     “No, you stupid bitch, quirks as in what most people fucking have.” Bakugou said even though no one wanted his dinky ass to be talking right now. “What?” I spun a few more times, it was starting to make me dizzy at this point. “Ok, so what you're telling me is that quirks are real and not just fantasy jargon. If they're real, why doesn't anyone I know or have seen anywhere have one?” I tried to wave my arms to stop the spinning but it just slowed down slowly, seriously I felt like I was a pig on a spit. 

    There was no answer. No one had an answer. 

     “Nearly everyone in Japan has a quirk, kero, it appeared one day and from then Japan's population quickly developed quirks on a large scale, kero.” The frog looking girl spoke up. 

     “That's what it says in the fairy tales, but if it's true then why hasn't it reached America? As if you are not aware, that's where you are right now.” I retorted.

     Again, no one had an answer.

     “Ok, if we're just going to be stumped can I be stumped on the ground?” I felt the pressure of gravity take hold of me roughly and I was heading towards the ground, I braced myself for an impact that never came. A crackle of mini lightning surged through my body and I came in contact with Midoriya again . This time we weren't in contact for long. He caught me and swiftly put me down. It was annoyingly attractive how he was so tiny but was probably able to bench press me. 

     A crackle over the train intercom rang. “ Please fasten your seatbelt, we are approaching a rough track area. I repeat, please fasten seatbelts, we are approaching a rough track area.” I quickly found the seat I was in previously, before the entire scene that has left my brain terminally twisted. I turned to face the window again, the monotony of the tall pine trees blurred against the dark blue night sky. A second later Midoriya settled into the seat next to me. He didn't say a word, just pulled out his phone and started messing with it, like any bored teenager on a train. 

     Continuing to stare out of the window, I started getting drowsy, slumping over, leaning my head against the train window. You feel a hesitant hand slide into your hand giving a gentle squeeze before you succumb to your sleep.

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Hai everyone, please don't read this because I am giving up on this fic

And re-writing it under the name 0_hero. I already have 7 chapters completed so just be on the look out besties<3

p. sorry for the erratic uploading schedual, I still have some chapters of this that haven't been published, I might publish them and end the fic there. LMK if you want the other chapters, I'm assuming that y'all do tho

AND TYSM FOR READING IT MAKES MY 6TH GRADE SELF SO HAPPY THAT PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS STUFF

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The stillness of the train sent a jolt through my nervous system, waking me up almost instantly. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. ‘Shit that was a good nap.’ I sat up and stretched my limbs from being in the same position for so long. In the seat next to me, he sat near motionless. The only indicator that he was still alive was the rise and fall of his chest through his green and black jumpsuit. It looked peculiar but the rest of them had similar suits with different respective colors complimenting the black, maybe it was a uniform.

His head was leaned to the side resting on his hand and his emerald curls framed his face almost intentionally. ‘He's really cute.’ Internally I was practically fawning over him, I shut that string of thought down immediately. I nudged his hand gently and he jolted, wide eyes fluttering open and closed. I averted my own.

“The train stopped, why?” I turned my head back towards the window. The streets outside were very different from the streets I grew up in. There were bright signs with Japanese characters and English letters.

Japanese characters.

Why were there Japanese characters on signs, If we traveled by train for less than 2 hours? Japan was on the other side of the equator! “Hey…hey!” I tapped on his arm rapidly causing him to fully wake up. “Hey!” I pointed out the window. “Why the fuck does that have Japanese characters on it?”

“Because we're in Japan.” He yawned nonchalantly as if I weren't losing my shit currently.

“Well how to fuck did we get here from a train ride?!” I hit the middle console between our seats with force.

“This train is specifically for quirked people to use, so the conductor is quirked as well. And it's the conductor's quirk that allowed the train to go from impossibly large distances in a short time or some variation of it,” He saw my extremely obvious discomfort with the situation and placed his hand over my clenched one. “I know it's a lot to take in, but you're an adaptive girl, I'm sure you'll get used to it.” He said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of his seat.

He held his hand out as an invitation and I ignored it. I got out of my own seat and shook his hand. “Of course you know that,” I said venomously. “I just gotta get through the rest of my life with this information.” I whispered to myself. Behind me I could hear the voices of our previous company. They were orienting themselves on the train platform, faint bits of conversation entering the train. ‘They’re so damn fast.’ I thought. “I think I've had enough of this train for one night.” I sighed and departed the train to join them with him following right behind me, like a lost puppy.

When I stepped onto the platform a strong wave of nausea rippled through my nervous system. I stumbled but caught myself, hopefully before anyone could notice.

“1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6. We have everybody, now we should begin to return to UA!” The blue one directed. It was really obvious he was a rich kid, probably from a military family. The rest of what I can only assume are his classmates following his directions.

It's quite weird how quiet a walk through the streets of Japan with 5 teenagers could be. The silence made the hairs on my neck stand up. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore.

“Hey, frog girl. You also have a quirk right? Is it that you can do frog…things? Excuse me if I'm being rude but your eye placement is similar to the American green tree frog. And I was wondering if your leg orientation was also a part of the frog thing. And don't get me wrong, I love frogs, all different species. I think their abilities are cool, especially the glass frog, they are really interesting to just watch and observe and, oop, got off topic there.” I rerouted myself back to the original conversation.

“Fuckin great, there's two of em.” The bimbo blonde in the front barked. Frogged stared at me for a second before looking at midoriya. The two toned one looked at him too, but he was looking at me.

“Anyways,” I turned back to the girl. “can you do frog functions?” I redirected the conversation back, again, since I rendered everyone speechless many times. I mean it's no surprise I'm awesome. She looked at me for another second. She really doesn't like talking.

“Kero, yes I can. My quirk lets me stick to walls, turn invisible, and breathe underwater, along with any other general frog traits, kero.”

I beamed, “I knew it! Is there any frog in particular that your powers come from? It sounds like a mix of them. Are your parents frogs too? Are quirks hereditary or are they random with every person?”

“Deku! Get your fucking twin to shut up!” Legally Blonde shouted.

“What. The fuck. Is your problem with me dude. Cuz all I hear right now is a bitch who's so angry with himself he can't fathom other people finding joy in things.” I sped up my pace, matching his.

He turned and let off an explosion an inch away from my face.

It was the most intense burn I'd felt in a while. It blinded me for a second, all my senses were blacked out. My ears were ringing and my vision was blurry. I could make out black and orange and my body moved on auto pilot and lunged at him, obviously he didn't expect me to stay standing and I scratched him, his blood warm under my fingernail. Someone dashed in front of me and him stopping either of us from attacking any further.

“Stop it! Both of you!” It was the military family dude. I could barely hear what he was saying, the ringing in my ears hadn't stopped. I pointed to my ear and shook my head, trying to tell him that Supacunt rendered me deaf for the time being. His blurry face paled and he yelled something to the others. Next thing I knew I was being picked up again for the third time tonight. I could feel the urgency as strong as the air that whistled in my ears.

I closed my eyes, a loud ringing was causing a throbbing pain to form in my temples. A few seconds later the wind stopped rushing past me and what felt like an air conditioner was blowing on me. I tried to open my eyes but the bright fluorescent light of whatever building we were in blinded me, I rubbed my eyes trying to get them to work. I was laid down on something and once the hands left my body, the quiet mumbles of what I thought were calm conversations quickly turned to chaos around me. I tried to sit up but something kept putting pressure on my chest keeping me flat. I tried to speak but I couldn't hear exactly what I was saying.

After laying down for what felt like a century, I felt a wrinkled hand move the braids near my ear and kiss the area. It was almost instantly when my hearing returned and my brain no longer felt like it was minced meat. I opened my eyes, instantly sat up and was met with about a million other eyes. I blinked and a cumulative sigh of relief was released from the small crowd around me.

“Alright, give her some space.” A mature male voice that could only belong to a seasoned teacher commanded and the crowd, who, I guess are his students, followed. Looking around for the source of the voice, a man with a short stubbly beard and long messy jet black hair was standing behind what I was sitting on, which as I now know is a couch. His face was set in such a way that I felt like I was in deep trouble, and if not me, then I pray for whoever it was meant for.

“What's your name?” He leaned forward on the back of the couch making eye contact with me. Faint whispering came from the now less close crowd of people.

“M-my name’s y/n, sir.” I internally cursed myself as I broke eye contact. He's got some seriously intense eye contact, it's almost like his job depends on it or something, it's so uncomfortable, it makes my neurons want to diverge.

“Okay y/n, you wanna tell me why 6 of my students, nearly breaking the door, barge in here, toting you, with your ears bleeding,?” My body went rigid for a second as reality crashed on me for the second time.

“Sir, I…um..I apologize sir, I didn't mean to interrupt anything or cause a scene.” I apologized wholeheartedly, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Apologizing is a weird thing to do after getting treatment for what seemed like ruptured eardrums.” He mused.

“Well sir-”

“She fucking took one of my blasts point blank and was still standing.” An irritating gritting voice spoke up amidst my stumbling.

“Yeah, he attacked her and she attacked back!” the brown haired girl from earlier bragged, I'm going to call her Chestnut. The man seemed taken aback slightly, but not very surprised.

“That sure would explain the damaged ears,” He mumbled, after a moment he spoke. “Iida.” He pointed at military kid. “Brief me in my office.” He turned and walked away with Iida on his heels.

I heard a door slam shut and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. “Crap he's scary.” Within seconds of me speaking,the room exploded in chatter and I was surrounded again, being bombarded with questions.

“Who are you?” A girl with the wildest Mohawk- ponytail combo I've ever seen took a seat in a nearby chair

“Did you really take one of Bakugou's explosions point blank?” A dude with bright red hair asked. He had teeth that would give the megalodon competition.

“What's your quirk?” Asked a girl who im very surprised not have noticed at first, as she had bright pink skin and even pinker hair, with fucking horns!

I tensed instinctively from the close proximity of everyone. “Mr. Aizawa said give her time to adjust.” The duo pigmented dude spoke over everyone else and thankfully got them to back up just a little bit.

“Aww, we just wanna talk to the cute new girl.” A dude with electric yellow hair with a weird black squiggle. My eyes widened in confusion, and in a chair off to the side a pair of green eyes were filled with intense jealousy, I just couldn't, for the life of me figure out why.

“I-I appreciate the interest, everyone, but I'm also very confused. So how about this, I ask a question and then one of you gets to ask a question, deal?” I sat to face my very enraptured crowd. “Ok, I'll go first. Does everyone in this room have a quirk?” They looked at me oddly, like I just asked if humans breathe air.

“Okay I'm going to assume that's a yes. Now raise your hands please and I'll pick a person to ask a question.” nearly everyone's hands went up. “Oh geez.”

I pointed to the girl with the eccentric ponytail. “Who are you?” She questions, short and quick.

“Well, I'm y/n and uhm I'm an African American, if you could've guessed by now,” I joked. “And I'm 15.” A synchronized “You're American!?” Greeted me, along with a fresh wave of incoming questions. “Yes, I am American. Ok my next question. Has everyone had a quirk since they were born?” Another crowd of odd looks. The tandem colored kid answered that one. “Normally quirks manifest once you become 4 years old.”

“Thank you for that clarification, what's ya name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Thank you Todoroki”

Another barrage of hands into air. I pointed to the guy with the spiky red hair. “Did you face one of Bakubros explosions head on and stayed standing?” My eyes narrowed and slid over to Blond AssHair, instantly irritated recalling why I'm here in the first place. He looked back. “Fuck are you staring at?” He growled. My face twitched. “The ugly mug of a bitch.” I snarled in response. He angrily got up from his chair and I got up from mine, my body tensed. I stared him down and he returned it.

A door behind me opened, and millita-Iida stepped out with a very done looking teacher behind him. Iida recognized the situation and turned to the teacher. “This is what I meant by the two are a volatile combination.”

“you feeling froggy?” I said not breaking eye contact. “You won't stand a fucking chance against me, you saw that earlier when you had to get patched up by recovery girl for some bitch ass bleeding your weak ass ears.” “Jump.” I lunged at him full power. He dodged out the way, I landed and dove at his feet, I caught one foot before I was suddenly restrained by some sort of bandage, and so was he. My entire body was wrapped in it, I writhed around in anger on the ground, until I saw who had control over the bandage.

His eyes were bright red staring at my soul. I don't know what his quirk is, but scaring the shit out of people is a good name for it. I gradually stopped struggling as I tried to reign myself in. When I stopped moving the bandages loosened and retreated. I shook violently, my skin burned with the promise of violence.

“The six who were on mission, in my office immediately.” He commanded. “You too.” he pointed at me. I shaded both of them with an intense hate, and walked into his office.

It was an extremely dark but spacious room. He sat down behind a desk with an egregious amount of paper on and around it. ‘ ok batman,’ I thought, my eyes adjusting to the low light level. The only source of illumination was a desk lamp, it was almost like this guy wanted to go blind.

“So Midoriya, do you want to explain why I was contacted by Iida about you bringing back a ‘souvenir’ from a mission?” He used finger quotes around the word souvenir. “Well sir, i-i was d-doing a he-heros duty. I-I I I couldn't let her stay there suffering.” He curled a hair around his index finger nervously. “And that hero duty included taking this young girl from her home and bringing her across a train for quirked humans and… then what?” He paused with his chin resting on his folded hands. He made eye contact like he did with me and Midoriya just buckled instantaneously. “W-well, my house has a guest bedroom that we weren't planning on using, and I figured she could join the support course here since she doesn't have a quirk, but is extremely smart, and comes from America, a country?… nation? A place that classifies quirks as things of fairy tales, and I know she could excel here more than at the school she was at.” He blushed, breaking eye contact. Mr. Aizawa listened intently, slowly nodding once he was finished. “You are aware that she would need to take the written test and pass it to be put in those classes, right?” Mr. Aizawa glanced at me in the corner of his eye. He was making sense but Midoriya was persistent. “Yes, I understand, but she's really smart and has been teaching herself things way above her current American grade level.” I felt my face heat up. I knew I was intelligent, but this was a whole lot different and was charged with a whole lot more enthusiasm.

Mr. Aizawa closed his eyes in contemplation. I picked at my fingernails, and looked around the room, the energy was tense, way too tense for my liking. He opened his eyes, and the hair that was down his shoulders was now floating, and to make matters worse, his eyes were bright red, studying me. I flinched slightly but I didn't look away. I figured if he was testing me he would wanna see if I'm a scaredy little bitch. I obviously didn't want to give him that impression. His freaky ass scalera bored into me and my determined eyes stared back. Thankfully he stopped whatever that was. his eyes stopped glowing and his hair returned to its previous position. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and tried to get my heart to beat on rhythm.

“Alright, I'll bring it up with headmaster Nedzu, but it's not guaranteed that he’ll approve.” He pointed at me. “You will have to be present unfortunately as you can detail your situation better than I can.” I raised my hand, and he paused. “Yes?” he was slightly confused, I guess it's weird for someone to raise their hand when the conversation is about them. “Would it be possible for me to join the hero and support course as a part time student? If the headmaster approves of course.” He looked pleasantly surprised. “Hypothetically, you would have twice the amount of work with half the class time. Are you sure you would want to do that?” I nodded.

“I'm used to dual enrollment programs as that's what I was in in America, being in advanced courses. I guess you would need school records, as my case would be treated as a transfer even though I don't have the correct paperwor..k..” I started mumbling unintelligibly, half formed sentences and ideas. I quickly snapped out of it and got a hold of myself. “I apologize, I didn't mean to ramble.” I wanted to disappear into the darkness of his office, until I saw the edgy blond hedgehog roll his eyes. I stood a little bit taller just to piss him off, he seems like the type to get angry over someone else's confidence.

“It's okay, though it seems Midoriya has found himself a twin.” He laughed lightly, but I can guarantee that neither me nor midoriya took it lightly.

“I'm just joking, relax. That's all I needed from you guys.” He stood up from behind his desk to open his office door. ‘Holy shit, this is actually happening. I'm actually leaving behind my old life and starting a new one. Holy shit. There's so much I'm going to have to figure out. Ha-’ I mindlessly walked out of the office, the room that was filled by pleasant conversation went silent and I was viciously ripped out of my thoughts by the ugly impression of a hand on my ass area. I turned around and my eyes focused on the midget shaped thing that had his hand on me.

“hm, firm but moveable, almotht like a whore.”

The little molester had a lisp. Without hesitation I threw a sidekick and caught him on his side. That sure got him off of me but I wasn't done. Fully facing him I kicked him several times full force to his dick, then I pivoted with one foot on his private area and stamped his arm into the floor. He registered the pain seconds after the barrage of injuries, screaming at the top of his miserable lungs. I took my foot off one of his arms and stomped the other hand. “You ain't gon’ be touchin no one.” I grinded my foot down until I heard a crack. I switched my foot from his other arm to his chest. I applied pressure gradually. “Shut up.” His screaming continued.

At some point someone snapped out of their surprised stupor and moved. The same bandages from earlier wrapped around my torso and pulled me backwards; I landed at Mr. Aizawas feet harshly, but didn't struggle this time. I sat quietly for a minute. I looked up at Mr. Aizawa and spoke the calmest that I had spoken in the past few hours. “Does he do this to every girl?” He didn't answer but his silence was the only answer I needed.

The purple blister, beaten and bloody, had the audacity to stand. No one moved to help him, whether it was in fear of me or in disregard for him was unclear. When he seemed to notice no one was coming to his aid he hobbled off as fast as he could down a hallway and disappeared, leaving drops of blood, mucus and disappointment behind.

I heard crackling coming from my left. The air was charged with electricity. It was coming from Midoriya. He had lightning surrounding him, it made little noise, and was barely visible, but it was still there, and I could see it bright as day. He stared at the hallway with an anger I couldn't begin to describe.

His eyes glowed, and the light night flickered, getting stronger. No one else seemed to see it though. The girl and the dude who were standing right next to him didn't acknowledge it.

He looked away from the hallway, and the lightning died out instantly as locked eyes with me. His face changed so rapidly that whiplash looked like a viable problem in the future. He forced a smile, but it was a good one, almost like he's done it too many times.

Finally, I was released from my fabric prison. Everyone was staring at me, but not with horrific looks. The girls looked almost relieved. Most of the guys were almost scared. Now that I'm really looking, one of them had a bird head and another like he was made of craggy rock. It was a bizarre looking group of students. “Alright, shows over, It's curfew.” a collective groan from the student body as they started shuffling towards a hallway that I assume leads to the dorms, which makes this room the common room.

It's going to be a crazy next few years for both me and what looks like, my future classmates.

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‘Twin? My twin? Does this mean we were made for each other? No, that's wishful thinking, and he doesn't even mean it in that way. He was just talking about how we both ramble but that is the extent of the comparison. I mean her velvety dark skin vs my light tone. Her artistically braided hair vs my free curly hair, her height vs my lack of-’ Mr. Aizawa had opened his office door, gesturing for us to return to the common room.

“Twins huh?” Uraraka nudged me slightly, clearly taking joy from my deep set embarrassment. “It's, like, almost scary how similar you are, even if she does give Bakugou a run for his money in aggression.” Iida chimed in with “You are unfortunately correct Uraraka. I fear those two are an explosive pairing.” He pushed his glasses back into his nose, completely unaware of the pun he made. The gentle hum of the regular scattered conversations in the commons almost distracted me from the weird movement by Mr. Aizawas office door.

It was Mineta.

He was standing, like the little creep he was, behind the door to Mr. Aizawas office. He must have heard from Denki that a new girl was being introduced, anything remotely feminine wasn't safe from his fiendish debauchery. I watched as he slowly inched forward, your eyes looked far away and there was no possibility you could tell what was happening, before lunging and grabbing a handful of your behind. I opened my mouth to shout at him, but within the second you kicked him and pinned him on the ground.

Your eyes were no longer far away, they were present, and practically gleamed with determination. Your lips were frowned slightly as you stomped him out. A small voice in the back of my head wished it was me. You looked more in control of yourself than ever. I would be lying if I said it wasn't cute. My heart skipped a beat watching you smile at your progress of making him suffer.

It was cut short all too soon as Mr. Aizawa used his scarf to restrain you. One for all activated and I clamped my hand closed to keep my lid on it. The pervert had the audacity to stand. He looked at his ‘friend’ but no one was going to help him. He scampered away down the hallway his pathetic cries echoing off the walls. For every moment that he was alive the angrier I got. I felt eyes on me, so I looked to the right and your beautiful brown eyes were staring back, they were dark but not depressed or angry. You looked perfectly calm, you were stunning.

As the sounds of his whining retreated, Mr. Aizawa called curfew. The rest of my classmates groaned, excluding Iida, he was such a role model that anything a superior said was followed to the T. Other than that no one really cared that Mineta was gone. He was a major problem for the girls and most of the guys were generally uncomfortable with his presence, except Kaminari. They probably found friendship in liking girls but that was the extent of their connection.

Eventually I made it to my room. I stripped off my sweaty group mission costume and dropped it on the floor- I'll deal with them tomorrow. Stepping into the bathroom, I turned the warm water on and waited for it to get steamy. In the meanwhile, I grabbed my shampoo, conditioner, and a pair of underwear and my All Might pajamas.

I took my precious time in the shower, rubbing off the dirt and anger from the day. I washed my hair, conditioned it and then I was done. By the time I finished brushing my teeth and putting my clothes on I was dead tired. Flipping onto my bed I set my alarm and fell asleep dreaming of tearing that little creep limb from limb.
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I put a lazy hand over my alarm clock, silencing it. With a hearty yawn I stretched. Outside my window it was still dark but the sun started peeking out of the horizon. ‘Where did she sleep last night? Is she up yet? I hope she slept well. Her being sleepy is good too. When she's half awake and her pretty eyelashes flutter open and closed when she's trying to stay awake.’ I stood from my bed to actually start my day. Not a second of my time was not spent thinking about you.

The morning went by quickly and before I knew it it was time for class. Navigating through the absurdly large halls of UA to the 1A room, I opened the door and, as usual, Mr. Aizawa isn't here yet. I sat at my desk and suddenly a group conversation started.

“Yoo Midobro, you really bagged a fighter. Where'd you find a girl like her?” Kirishima leaned back in his seat to the point it teetered dangerously.

“Kiri's right, she beat the crap out of Mineta and she looked like a total babe while doing it, right Midoriya?” Kaminari decided to open his mouth again. I shot him a dangerous look, because he was treading dangerous territory.

“I wonder if she's going to join our class, she's American right?” Mina asked, putting her hands behind her head, also trying to lean her chair back. Jiro laughed at her, and Yaoyorozu was quick to reprimand her for it.

“I am also curious if she's planning on joining the hero course. Do you know what her quirk is, Midoriya?” Yaoyorozu asked, I hesitated before answering. “Well, since she's American… she doesn't have a quirk.” I saw Kachan flinch out the corner of my eye. “Why would her being American matter?” Mina questioned, finally gave up on balancing her chair and was now braiding Ojiros hair, for some reason. “B-because apparently America didn't get the same mutations that Japan did when quirks first appeared. In America, they're things from fairy tales.” I recounted our conversation on the train. Uraraka perked up, “Yeah, she had a weird reaction when she came in contact with my quirk.” Uraraka said.

“Why did you have to use your quirk on her?” Tooru, from her invisible body, asked.

Iida answered, almost as exasperated as he was last night. “Because Bakugou refused to be peaceful on the train. They clashed 3 separate times before we had to get her to UA because he nearly broke her eardrums and burned her face off.” That got surprised responses. No one clashed with Bakugou outside of school training for a reason. He could be sorta intense, but that's only because of his determination to be the number one hero someday, like the rest of us. The classroom exploded with conversations, all about the new quirkless girl.

I smiled, looking out the window, when the classroom door slid open and Mr. Aizawa trudged inside holding some papers. Everyone went quiet and scrambled to their seats, expecting a normal 1st period.

Mr. Aizawa stood behind his teacher's podium. “Mineta has been suspended for the time being.” I couldn't help but smile. You destroyed him.

“Because of numerous anonymous reports that exposed his activity. He has also been charged with sexual assault and harassment on several counts.” All of the girls cheered, hearing the news. ‘Shes amazing, not even an hour and she's already changing things for the best. It's incredible how she doesn't see how she fixes things, yet is constantly making everything better.’ I blushed unceremoniously, I couldn't help it.

I zoned out, unaware. Out of nowhere flashes of the USJ incident ran past my memory. The feeling of despair that came from seeing my classmates scattered across the facility. The helplessness I felt watching Shigaraki almost disintegrate one of my classmates.

I mindlessly tapped my foot against the floor. The same feeling I felt when Kaminari talked about you resurfaced. You are not his to talk about, especially not like that, but don't worry. There's a reason I took you away, I can protect you from anyone, even yourself. Nothing can stop me from keeping you safe.

Mr. Aizawa had wiped off the chalkboard and was leaving the classroom, grabbed my attention. “-education business.” I only heard the tail end of his explanation before he was out the door and another teacher had taken his place. ‘Does that include you? What are you doing right now? Are you thinking about me as much as I'm thinking about you?’

I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't notice the amount of time that passed, until the lunch bell rang. I blinked out of my haze and started to pack my things into my backpack. ‘There's no question that you're going to need school supplies, and clothes. Will you let me come with you when you buy your necessities? Are going to buy a backpack that's reminiscent of me. Ugh, I'm getting ahead of myself. You have to pass the written test first, but it'll probably be a breeze for you. I have to slow down an-’

“-ith us?”

I was quickly brought back to reality by Uraraka asking me a question. Behind her stood Iida, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and As-Tsu. I blinked before remembering that she had asked me a question. Todoroki placed the back of his hand on my forehead, dead serious. “Are you alright. Is it because of that girl?” He questioned, eye brow creased in concern. “Yes! No! I mean, yes, I'm fine, but no it's not because of the new girl. just…yeah. I would love to eat with you guys, just let me get my bag together and I'll meet you guys in the cafeteria.” I gave them a meticulously practiced smile and that resolved their worries enough to move on to the cafeteria without me. Sighing, I finished packing up and left the room.

The halls of UA were brightly lit as a result of the huge windows and open concept pathways. A gentle breeze flowed through and tousled my hair. Walking to the cafeteria, I took a different route than normal that took me past the teacher's lounge.

I don't know why but I did, and out of the teachers lounge you came, dressed differently from last night with a wrapped bento in your hands hanging from your fingertips. Your burgundy braids swayed in time with your red and black plaid skirt, and the colors complimented the maroon red sweater you had on. It was hypnotizing, “hey!” I shouted in your direction. You jumped and looked around frantically before you saw me. I jogged to catch up to you, an impossibly large smile on my face.

“Yo,” you waved at me as I approached. “Guess who's a student now.” you held out an ID badge from under your shirt.

“Oh that's great! I knew you would pass.” Letting the badge gently bounce against your chest, you avoided eye contact but thanked me regardless. “What classes are you in?” You visibly brightened at the mention of class. “I'm doin both the support and hero course!” You were so excited.

“That's great, tell me about it.” I walked past you and it took you a second but you followed. “They said I could do support in the beginning of the day and hero after lunch, when you guys do the actual hero training.” You went on and on about how since your scores in America were high even for Japanese standards you didn't have to take any more highschool courses if you didn't want to, and about how since there's an opening in the hero course you didn't have to do the physical test, part of that was also because you impressed headmaster Nedzu with your general knowledge and observations.

“Why was he a fuckin rat-tailed chinchilla though? That's my biggest question, ‘cuz he was part like every mammal in existence. I wouldn't be surprised if it's not a quirk, but experimentation that made him a mouse-bear.” You laughed, a real laugh. A laugh that was as loud and infectious as you were. I couldn't help but join you. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some students from class 1B watching us, and whispering about something. If you noticed, you didn't say anything and I was determined to keep it that way.

After a while of walking we reached the cafeteria, it was full of students. You, being out of uniform, stuck out like a sore thumb. It was evident that you noticed it too, as you gradually stopped talking. “I didn't know you guys had a uniform, would've been fuckin nice if someone could've told me that before I picked these clothes.” You whispered under your breath. “oh don't say that, I love your outfit. The colors are so warm it highlights your beautiful skin tone. The dark brown with a deep red and orange, it's like a snack for my eyes.” You covered your mouth trying your best not to laugh. From the middle of the room Uraraka waved at me, getting our attention.

Having sat down at our table, I put my bag on the floor near my foot and took out my lunch that my mom made. I set it down the rectangular table at the same time you did. You opened yours and paused, you grabbed a pack of wooden chopsticks from the center of the table and twirled it between your fingers before opening it and poking at parts of your food. Iida, Uraraka, and Asui sat on one side of the table and me and you sat on the other. Todoroki and Yaoyorozu sat together at a separate table discussing what looked like schoolwork.

“Sorry for being late, I took a detour.” I smiled sheepishly, hoping they wouldn't be too mad. “It's no problem,” Uraraka looked at you. “Hi, I haven't formally introduced myself, but my name is Uraraka Ochako, my quirk is gravity.” You smiled with your hand covering your mouth, as you were chewing and extended your free hand across the table. “Nice to meet you Uraraka, I'm y/n.” I opened my lunch and covered a breaded pork chop with egg fried rice, and some chopped veggies that were carved into little stars. Uraraka shook your hand. After a heavy pause, her previous smile wavered slightly. You tilted your head ever so slightly. I tapped your shoulder, “Usually when people with quirks introduce themselves, they follow their name with their quirk situation,” a look of realization crossed your face. “Oh, my apologies, uh I'm quirkless? Is that the right term for it?” You turned to me with those beautiful eyes, and I coughed, having a mouth full of food. you immediately patted my back, trying to help, but laughing in the process.

“Odd, getting a transfer student before the sports festival won't change your chances of winning.” Before Uraraka and Iida could confront me about my clearly weird actions, a blond kid poked his head over the seat divider. “Class 1b will still steal the spotlight, you 1A kids might have trauma but we have hard wo-” His rant was cut short by a girl with orange hair hitting him in the back of the head.

“Sup, my name's Kendo, please don't mind Monoma. He's a few french fries short of a happy meal, if you know what I mean.” Kendo apologized profusely, introduced herself as the class president of class 1B, and dragged Monoma back over to wherever he came from.

“He was…interesting,” You side eyed where he was before lightly shaking your head, “What's the sports festival? Oh! First,” your turned to Iida. “My name's y/n, what's yours?” You offered your hand as you did with Uraraka. He took your hand in a sturdy handshake. “My name is Iida Tenya, quirk: Engine.” Something ugly stirred within my soul, watching you have so much constant contact with another guy. As quick as that feeling had arisen, I dispelled it. ‘That's no way to think about my friends. Plus you don't really know me, I have no control over what you do, and most importantly you have no obligation to me.’ It felt like I was trying to convince myself of that rather than that being a fact.

“We just got told about the sports festival a few days ago,” Uraraka started. “It's basically a nationwide televised competition where UA students from all classes go against each other to show off their quirks in hopes of getting an internship with a well known hero agency.” You nodded, seemingly taking mental notes. “Why do you need internships? Do they give you a tutorial on being a ‘hero’? Do they give you recognition to set you up for when you graduate? How does graduation work? How do you get paid as a hero? Is being a hero a government job? Is the military replaced by heros? Are there still police, or have they been replaced by heros? What's the hierarchy of civilian protection? It should go police, military, heroes, right?” You certainly had a lot of questions, which is to be expected but there was no time to answer them all.

She looked at Iida and Iida looked at her. They shared the same bewildered expression. “W- well, essentially it is practice for us future heroes. Many of us join agencies in hopes of making our own in the future.” Iida answered.

You were listening and I watched as you put a small amount of food in your mouth only for you to take a napkin and discreetly spit it out, scrunching your face in thinly veiled disgust. You didn't take your eyes off of Iida as he explained, and that ugly dark feeling crept again, silently in the back of my mind. I knew I was frowning but I had no desire to fix it, until you turned to me and flinched, barely visible more like a twitch, but it didn't seem like it was in fear. You scanned my face several times before asking me a question.

“Do you have RBF or did I manage to piss you off?” Your words were laced with humor to hide the underlying concern. “RBF is resting bitch face by the way,” you turned to Uraraka. “You seem like you've stared at him a lot, does he have RBF?” Uraraka squeaked and turned a bright shade of red and Iida made several undignified noises at the amount of cursing, but you snickered mischievously, enjoying the mini chaos you caused.

Then the lunch bell rang. I shoved the rest of my food in my mouth and stood to throw my trash away, both grateful and disappointed that your chaos wasn't in my direction. Uraraka hurriedly excused herself to the bathroom after cleaning her area, probably glad to not have to answer your question and Iida was pulled over by Yaoyorozu to her table, leaving us two alone in the crowd of now bustling classmates.

“This is the time where you would go to your hero classes right? If I remember correctly, you said they placed you in room 1A.” You nodded, searching the room for a trashcan. I pointed to the one on your left. You followed my line of sight and when you realized that the black rectangles around the room were not just decor but fully functional trash receptacles, you half smiled sheepishly and got up, skirt flowing behind you.

“Well class 1A is also my class so if you would like, we could walk together until you get a feel for the building?” My heart was pounding in my chest. After you put your trash away and what felt like an eternity of you contemplating you answered. “That would be…nice, thank you.” you spun around, skirt floating around you ethereally and you half curtsied.

Once again we were walking through the hallways in near silence. The only sounds being your boots clinking and my shoes against the ground. We passed by a hallway that had a huge bulletin board with a map of the school.

It was a light blue paper with decorative symbols in the map legend. There was a golden star and next to it were the words ‘you are here' . Whether it was supposed to be a pun on All Might’s catchphrase or just a marker was unclear. “Here,” I pointed to the star. “This is where we are,” I traced a line to the fist that was labeled ‘Hero section’. “And this is where we need to go.” you studied the map and traced along that same line. “Think you can remember that?”

I took a photo of the map, thinking about when I would get your number I would have to be discreet about it, like a hunter approaching a prime gazelle. I bet you would want to get a new phone case, given your recent freedom and take your time choosing a cute one. A phone case that would undoubtedly become an arts and crafts project for you when you eventually got bored of the monotony. “Yeah, ‘seems easy enough.” You answered quietly, in a tone that raised several flags. I furrowed my eyebrows, something was bothering you.

“Is so-something wrong?” ‘did I do something wrong, was I coming on too strong?’ you sighed and looked down slightly to look me in my eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me, when everyone else is cautious,” There's that straight-forwardness I love. “ I mean why even go through all this trouble for me? You said it was because you saw me ‘suffering’, cringe BTdubs, but this feels like something more than that.” You continued. ‘ah, so you were worried about my motivations.’ “Well,” I paused to find the right words. “There's no real reason, other than you caught my eye and happened to be in trouble. Granted, I would've tried to get you, trouble or not.” I grinned, but you gave me a look. You blinked at me but dropped the matter, “Aren't we supposed to be going to ‘hero’ class?” You quoted. “ How did they make something that's seemingly so important sound so damn stupid?” You muttered, taking off in the wrong direction. “If you want to get to class, that's not the right way to do it!” I shouted, and you cursed in response.

Finally heading in the right direction, we made our way to class.

Chapter Text

All the students had left the common room and the only people left were me and Mr. Scary McshitYourself.

“That's going to be some paperwork I don't want to fill out.” He sighed and shook his head dejectedly. “Tonight, you'll sleep in the infirmary and tomorrow in the morning you'll talk with Nedzu about your situation. Sounds like a plan?” He asked me. I nodded, getting to my feet and dusting myself off. He went over to the door of the common room and opened it, a gust of warm air rushed past me. He waited until I was out the door and on the gravel walkway to turn the lights off. Instead of walking away instantly, he stood there in the doorway. He was pressing on something that sounded like a keypad that occasionally made a beeping sound. After a few seconds he pulled away from it, satisfied and closed the door.

He led me through the large courtyard. It was lush and silvery in the moonlight. The soft dirt squished with our footsteps until we reached a brightly lit hallway. Following the hallway down and to the left, we arrived at a room that had a comical syringe symbol above it. He pushed the door open and put a hand on my back, gently shooing me into the room. The gesture sent invisible shivers up and down my spine. Definitely Not because of the lack of a consistent father figure in my life, couldn't be, Anyways.

The infirmary had one of those grocery store fans that decontaminated you as you walked in, blowing air that was colder than a yeti's fart, and in a corner sat a little old wrinkled woman typing on a computer.

“Another one Shota?” She spoke from over her shoulder. It's not the first time he has come to the infirmary at the dead of night. “I thought you would know better than to let your students settl-” she turned from her computer and saw me, in dirty, slightly ripped pajama clothes and slippers. “Oh dear. Come sit dearie,” she hopped off her chair, grabbed her cane and hobbled over to me. She inspected my clothes, giving Mr. Aizawa a generational stink eye. She grabbed my hand and kindly but forcefully sat me down on an empty infirmary bed. Surprisingly the room was empty, not a patient in sight. “What brings you to the infirmary dear,I thought I took care of your little scuffle with Mister Bakugou?” I tilted my head slightly. “Did you heal me? Is that your quirk? Does it work off of touch or is it a proximity thing? Well, you did touch my head when you healed me. So it's probably not a proximity thing. Is it from skin to skin contact or can it go through layers? Is it something inside your body like saliva or is it just physical? It has to do something with your lips right? You moved my hair out of the way but I wasn't healed, I was only healed once your lips came into contact with the injured area. It's your lips isn't it! Your lips are the only part of your body that can heal, that's your quirk right?” My leg in the seat, taking both the nurse and Mr. Aizawa by surprise. “Oh my,” she said. “Just like Midoriya, I hope she doesn't get the bone breaking habit from him.” She whispered to Aizawa. Gratefully, she answered my question simply. “Yes, that Is my quirk and how it works, you're as sharp as a tack, ya know?.” I smiled and nodded.

“I was hoping she could sleep in the infirmary for the night.” Mr. Aizawa yawned. “Oh! Of course she can.” hearing confirmation, he opened a wall cabinet that was filled with white hospital sheets. I started to get up to help him but the old woman grabbed my hand, sitting me back down. “Ma’am, I appreciate the concern giving what I can only assume is our first meeting, but I'm not helpless.” She smiled and took her hand off of mine, letting me get up to help. I smiled, did a half bow and grabbed the bundle of sheets and fabric out of his arms and set up one of the beds.

“Shota be a dear and get my renovations sign from my desk drawer.” Mr. Aizawa looked between her and the desk. He chose the desk. Grabbing the laminated sign he checked his watch. “Thank you so much Chiyo, but my shift’s starting soon so I have to go.” He turned to me. “Don't get into any more fights.” And with that he was out the door. “Put the sign up!” The old woman shouted past the door. A faint thump on the door and he was gone, for real this time.

“Alright dearie,” the old woman stood up. “Sadly, I'm going to leave soon, but the night shift has a nurse that comes in so don't worry.” I sat on the freshly made bed. It was surprisingly malleable for a hospital bed, and the sheets were soft, not the stringy rough texture I'm used to. “I'm looking forward to not seeing you in the infirmary after today.” She chuckled. “How do you know I'm not going to end up in the infirmary a lot? From what you've seen I would say the opposite.” She just looked at me and smiled. “Old women know these things dearie. Especially ones who have been in the medical field for as long as I have, Goodnight.” She turned and hobbled out the door leaving me in this fluorescent room.

I layed down on the bed, flipping and adjusting until it felt right. Once I was temporarily settled I started thinking, not a wise thing to do. ‘that was the first time someone violated me like that…did I handle that right. I mean I sent him to the hospital and probably God if Mr. Aizawa didn't interfere.’ I flipped on my other side. ‘i wonder what midoriya's doingNO!’ I rapidly shook my head, filling the room with the sound of movement. Eventually I settled on the bed. ‘I wonder if he's thinking about me? That's ridiculous, we don't even know each other- I don't know him that well. Does he even like black girls, isn't the beauty standard in Japan thin, pale and motherly? I don't fit into any of those, even if he did like black girls, there's no chance that he likes THIS black girl. I don't act stereotypically black, I'm darker than your average African Ameri-’ click

Someone was messing with the door.

‘shit’

‘wait.’

The door creaked open, and a rather stout, burly, colored man with tattoos stepped in. His shoulder length hair was thick, jet black, and slightly wavy, like calm island waters. He wore a black leather jacket that covered what looked to be cultural tattoos, and was paired with black skinny jeans that left extremely little to the imagination. It's remarkable I could even describe his face. He had a sharp jawline, thick eyebrows, and big cheeks that had deep smile lines.

He looked and raised his eyebrows when his gaze landed on me.

“Guess I found the renovation.” His voice was smooth and extremely deep without being gravely. He winked at me, this was a dangerous man, a man who knew his effect on women and gay men. I was stuck, he sat down in the same chair Old Lady Chiyo sat at a few minutes earlier and began to type on the desktop computer, probably logging in. After a while, I was adamantly fighting my sleep, no thanks to the constant typing that echoed through the room. When I nodded off, that's when he finished whatever he was typing and decided to spin quite loudly in his chair, causing me to jolt upwards. “Sorry, sorry.” He reclined and hefted his steel and black boots on the table. I huffed and covered my head with the blanket.

‘holy crap, hoooooooly crap. Why is he fine? Oh my God he's the second most beautiful man I've seen in my life.’ I slowly lifted the blanket, my eyes barely peeking out from underneath. ‘Jeesus this man is built. He's got arms, chest and thighs. Andwho’sideawasitforhimtowearthesepantstoahighschool? It's staring at me, not like I wasn't staring first but still.’ he produced a toothpick from inside his jacket and picked his teeth thoughtfully while humming to himself. My eyes were fixed on him and soon my thoughts were starting to make less and less sense. “Like what you see?” I jumped about 6 feet into the air while he chuckled. “Surprised?” I practically threw the blanket off of me when i sat up. “no shit.” He laughed whole-heartedly. “What? Never seen a male nurse with an observation quirk before?” He teased, but I was dead serious when I shook my head.

He turned around scrutinizing me almost, while resting his elbows on his knees. “You're panicking a whole hell of a lot more than most people do. What's the deal?” I hesitated. Should I tell this random man that I'm not familiar with quirks? That seems kinda personal, what if he uses it against me to make me think something is just someone's quirk when it's a really an easily avoided dangerous situation? Gotta make an omission somewhere.’ “I have a panic disorder.” ‘WHATTHEFUCK!?’ My eyes widened. Why the fuck did I say that? That's a whole hell of a lot more personal than saying I'm not familiar with quirks. I stuttered and stumbled over myself, trying to somehow turn this into an artificial level of conversation when he put a hand up, silencing me. “I'm offended that you think that you have to explain that, I'm a nurse,” he deadpanned. “You're not the first person I've met who has challenges” he sounded so genuine it almost put me at ease. Keyword: almost.

“Let me introduce myself then,” He placed both of his hands on his quite broad chest with a flourish. “My name’s Falema’i, I'm 17 and my quirk is Deep Observation. And I know what you're thinking, how could anyone possibly spell or pronounce it wrong, and I know right, but I think all of my teachers and many of my friends growing up would disagree.” I smiled slightly. “Actually I can, my name's Y/N, and I'm sure I gave several History and Social Studies teachers nightmares with its spelling and pronunciation.” He lit up with humor. “See, this girl gets it, anyways my quirk is called Deep Observation and that means that I can see the both current and past injuries, moods and life span of the people around me.” I nodded and slowly felt both realization and embarrassment flood my face. He laughed, apparently seeing the shift from panic to embarrassed. “Don't worry, I can't read your mind, but your emotions tell me all I need to know sweetheart,” he fucking winked at me, I nearly passed out. Oh my God this man is testing my self control.

“Oh relax, relax, you're not the first person to feel that way.” He leaned back in his chair again, he shifts around a lot. “I'm what people like to call a womanizer. I get it, I'm a powerhouse, why do you think I dress this way. Premium eye candy sweetheart.” Waving his hand around, he exuded confidence I could only wish to have. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but you're a little too young for me.” He looked at me out the side of his eye, smirking with sharp teeth gleaming. “But that's enough about me and it's getting late. You should start heading to sleep. Sorry for keeping you up late but isn't that what a womanizer does?” He spun back around in the chair laughing broadly at his own joke.

After a few minutes I guess my adrenaline dropped and I passed out unceremoniously.
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My sleep was suddenly disturbed by the sound of a zipper. I slowly sat up, my joints popping like wet pop rocks. The room was still dark but the sun was slowly waking up, rising outside the windows. The sound that woke me up from my well deserved sleep came from a bag that Falema'i was checking and zipping.

“It's about time you got up, I was thinking I might need to get the EMT in here if you slept any longer.” He was packing some papers into a bag that I don't remember him coming in with.

“Would love to stay and chat, but my shift legally ends at 7:00 am,” he shouldered the bag. “See ya.” He gave me a two finger salute and left out the door, locking it behind him. I was ready to lay back down but the door jingled again, catching my attention. It swung open and in walked the old lady.

“Nice to see you in one comprehensive piece dearie.” She hobbled through the door, setting a blond tote bag on the desk near the computer. She continued as she pulled out several medical instruments from her bag. “I was worried Falema'i might have worked his charm on you. Such a womanizer that one.” she chuckled fondly at that.

Once she had finished setting up her utensils, she sat on the computer and started typing away. Leaving me to my own devices.

Literally.

I pulled out my phone. Sixty percent wasn't bad. Especially since it had not been charged for a few days. I connected my headphones and started a mix of my favorite playlist. I will be forever glad that I have unlimited data.

After what felt like a few hours, there was a light knock on the door. Miss old lady got up to answer it and Mr.Mcshityourself appeared in the doorway.

“Y/n, it's time for the meeting.” I had momentarily forgotten about the talk that I was supposed to ace otherwise I would not be granted access to school grounds. I stood up, fixing my blanket and making the bed. “Yes sir,” I gathered my headphones and put my phone in my pocket.

Walking through the open concept halls of UA once again, I marveled over the campus greenery. The fancy hedges, the near spotless lawns, the way the light filtered onto the leaves, it was nearly magical in the daylight. I spotted a cardinal sitting on a bush, the lights glinted off of its beady black eyes and softened it's feathers.

I quickly stopped and opened my phone camera. I inched centimeter by centimeter towards the window, unbeknownst to Mr. Aizawa. He kept walking and I raised the camera for the shot.

I pressed the take button, and then got blinded by the countdown flashing in and out.

“Shit! Ow.” I jerked my head back and rubbed at my sore eye. Mr. Aizawa, still unaware I stopped following him, sighed and mumbled something about how he manages to find the only kids who need leashes.

He kneeled down in front of me. “What happened?” He took my hand from its place and started inspecting the area.

“Nothing sir, I'm sorry I got distracted by the prettiest blue cardinal on a bush, and I tried to take a picture but forgot I had the timer on and nearly blinded myself.” I laughed lightly, blinking a few times as my vision finally returned to me. “It's good now, I am no longer visually impaired.” I gave him a thumbs up. He stood and sighed, he seemed to do that alot he might want to check his oxygen levels. Turning around he said, “don't wander off again. It's easy to get lost around UA since it is a fairly large building.”

He motioned for me to start walking and when I did, he walked behind me. He would occasionally tell me directions and where to turn. I ended up in a dead ended hallway facing a huge white door gilded with gold, with a nameplate that read

‘HEADMASTER NEDZU’

Only at this point did Mr. Aizawa take the lead and knock on the door. Three loud bams echoed through the narrow hallway. There was a click and the heavy door creaked open with an ominous squeal that sounded like pleading for some WD-40.

I entered the room first, sweeping my eyes over all corners of the room . I took note of every diploma and important looking paper on the wall. There were so many that it took up the entire wall, and that's a lot since this room was HUGE.

In the left corner there was a large seating arrangement with a very fancy white and blue teapot set placed decoratively.

To the left was a large trophy case that held a bunch of bright yellow 1st place trophies. They were for a variety of sports and educational competitions.

And finally, in front of the large desk was a group of fancy bar chairs, like ones you'd see in a rich person's home at their kitchen island.

The room was extravagant, but there was something off about everything.

Several random diplomas were askew, and some looked torn and dirty.

The seating arrangement was a bizarre amalgamation of colors, it looked out of place.

Two trophies in particular in the case were a duller yellow, almost dusty which was odd given the condition of the rest of them.

And the chairs fit the rich bill but not the professional aesthetic.

Either unaware or apathetic about the aesthetic disparities, Mr. Aizawa took a seat in one of the fancy chairs and I took a seat next to him.

“Mr. Aizawa,” I whispered, for some reason. “Somethings wrong with this room.”

other than me and him, the room was seemingly empty. The headmaster wasn't here. ‘but if the headmaster Wasn't here, why are we here? Wouldn't he be cautious of people trying to steal records from his office?’ I waited patiently for the headmaster to arrive but it felt like it was taking hours.

I looked at the ceiling and saw the security cameras. They had a red light on them blinking lazily. The camera looked hidden in the shade of the ceiling and it would be easy to miss them if you weren't looking for it.

I stared at the lens and made a little finger heart to the camera, winking as well. “What are you doing?” Mr Aizawa asked, sounding just as bored as I was. “I'm performing for the camera.” I giggled and did a peace sign waving it around like a pop idol. “ I'm bored, what am I supposed to do? Also, what's up with the couch, the what seems like charred diplomas, the dusty trophies, and these chairs?” I gestured to each object, he simply looked at me waiting for me to continue.

I jumped off the chair and went to the couch. “These colors don't go with neither the colors on the teapot nor the colors of the room.” I scrambled over to the diplomas, pointing at the burned ones and then the dirty ones “it's weird that he would have torn and dirty diplomas on display, especially with the multitude of others that are in perfect condition.” Going over to the trophy case I pointed through the glass. “Why are these two unkempt when everything else around them is spotless. It looks intentional.” I rounded back to the chairs. “I could write this off as being a poor lapse of judgment but based on the rest of the room I can't help but believe that the mixed matched aesthetic is a conscious choice as well.”

Mr. Aizawa slowly nodded his head in understanding. His eyes flickered above me so quickly that if I blinked I would've missed it. I spun around looking at the ceiling where he had glanced. “What are you- why are you looking at that camera?” I waved at the other camera that I didn't see before. Mr. Aizawa grinned, giving a thumbs up to the camera.

Immediately, the floor vibrated beneath me. “Woah!” The lights turned off and a spot light clicked on. Behind the desk a small podium began to rise, for real it looked like the start of a Beyonce concert.

“Interesting! Very interesting!”A squeaky male voice echoed through the room.

“You're one sharp tool!” The sound was concentrated now, coming from the raised podium

“Surprisingly observant for your age!” A white rat in a suit somehow appeared on the podium, hands clasped behind his back. “Welcome to UA highschool! I'm the headmaster, headmaster Nedzu!” The rat continued his theatrics before he pulled a small doll looking chair from fucking hammerspace and sat on it.

“That's something you don't see everyday.” I could barely talk, trying my hardest not to laugh in the mouse's face.

“Oh but it will be a daily occurrence! Because you've passed your test!” The rat's aura of cheer and joy radiated out in large waves. I wasn't sure if Mr. Aizawa caught onto the plasticity of his demeanor but I did, and I didn't like it

“You are now an official student of UA hero high!” I looked Mr. Aizawa, dumbfounded.

“W-what do you mean test? I just got here last night and Mr. Aizawa said this was going to be a discussion? Not to say I'm not glad that I passed the test but it's still a little strange. May I ask what I was tested on?” I tried to wrap my head around the entire thing. It just felt like everything was moving far too fast.

“Oh my! You were tested on your situational awareness of course!. I was sure you knew it was a test, considering the confidence in which you had explained.” The rat crossed his little suit-clad legs. “If you have further questions I would prefer you ask them later. Now, we have to get you into classes. What's your name?” The rat clicked a button on his chair and two screens unfolded from the podium, one normal sized and one rat sized. “Y/n, y/n l/n” I answered. On the screen it showed my school records almost instantly. Both Mr.Aizawa and the rat looked very interested in my class credits.

“Oh wow! You're more interesting than I thought! Your like the gift that keeps on giving!” The rat clicked through a bunch of tabs. “Are you sure your only 15? You've completed all of your highschool credits in your freshman year!” I looked at the floor in mild embarrassment.

“She told me that she had participated in dual enrolment in America, so she wanted to do dual enrolment here and be in both hero and support classes.” Mr Aizawa finally contributed to the conversation, causing me to jump slightly. The rat considered it for a few moments before he spun the screen around and started typing rapidly.

“Done! You are on the homeroom roster for Power loader, the support course teacher and Mr. Aizawa of class 1a. Hope that's fine with you. The recent vacancy in his class works towards your favor! Normally there would be a physical test then a written one for a spot in our highest class, but you've impressed me in both your vernacular and your articulation that I think you would be a catalyst for our school!” The rat- now that I look closer he looks more like a miniature bear. It's like he's a chimera. Weird.

“Wait, what do you mean catalyst?” I questioned. In a second the aura in the room delved. It was no longer cheery and jovial, now it was soulless. It was the kind of energy a government scientist with no boundaries or morals would have. Morbid curiosity was not strong enough to get the message across. My breath hitched and I slowly backed up from the table and farther into my seat. This is a thing with power and ideas, and I didn't like it.

“Actually, nevermind sir, I should trust your judgment. Thank you for the place at your school of prestige.” Mr. Aizawa nudged me and whispered. “You're laying it on a bit thick.” The rat beamed, not sensing the fact that I could sense him.

“Well thank you miss y/n, speaking of judgment, I think you should go to the lost and found to pick out some less disparaging clothes.” And with that we were dismissed from his office with orders to go to the teachers lounge.

Once again we were graced with the natural, post apocalyptic, Jurassic park inspired hallways of UA.

“Don't wander. It's easy to get lost.” I nodded at Mr. Aizawa. He was really my teacher now. I'm going to see him and his batman ass costume everyday. “Yes sir, I'll try. The school is just so cool! The architecture is amazing and maybe it's just me but open concept foyers are just the dreamiest, legit.” I kept rambling about interior design and whatnot, and I'm sure Mr. aizawa had tuned me out at this point in our short journey to point A to point B.

At some point I felt the friction of fabric against fabric and paused in my rambling of a madwoman. “What's this for?” I raised my wrist at him tugging lightly on the bandage. “I like it call it a precaution, you can either call it a leash or minor annoyance, depends on your behavior.” he huffed. He's like one of those teachers that acts like they hate kids but will throw legal hands over one of them. I've never had that kind of teacher. I've only heard of them, Like a myth passed through public highschool chatter.

“Fair,” while walking I absentmindedly tugged at the fiber. It was soft, like a bandage. I bunched up a little bit of the fabric and inspected it closely. It had a crosshatched pattern almost like chainmail. From my interest in fashion sparked by the cruella de vil movie, she was my bisexual awakening, I could tell that this pattern was not an aesthetic choice. It would make the fabric hard to tear but resistant to slashes. Amazi- wait.

My head snapped to the left, the light had reflected off of something shiny in the dirt near one of the perfectly manicured hedges. I slowed, trying to get a better look at the shiny.

I knelt, reaching out for the shiny that was hidden in the dirt, when I was jerked backwards harshly towards mr. DogTrainer.

“Fuck! Ow.” I had forgotten about the criminally interesting white leash around my wrist. I huffed in annoyance before realizing we had stopped in front of a door.

It was bright blue with a gold nameplate that said teachers lounge. I regained my footing and the white leash was gone from my wrist. I rubbed at the sore spot as I entered, making sure to stay behind mr. Aizawa.

“Aw Shota, whose this? You didn't tell me that you had a new student!” A slender but curvy woman with a-a dominatrix-esque outfit was holding a whip in one hand and a mug in the other. Don't ask me what her hair or eye color was cuz I wasn't looking.

“Not the best time for this Kayama.” Mr. Aizawa sighed. “Oh, aren't you the cutest?” She pushed Mr. Aizawa out the way with a surprising amount of force and placed a slender finger under my chin and tilted my head up to meet her gaze. I was transfixed, she held my gaze before smirking with a laugh and releasing my face.

“You're a fruity one too? You're going to be so much fun.” she purred stalked off into a connecting corridor taking both her mug and my attention with her. Mr. Aizawa said something about school policy but I couldn't hear him over the blood rushing to my ears.

Once the spell she and her tight fitting clothes put on me had faded, I took stock of the room. It was mildly noisy with not a lot of teachers. It makes sense it's early in the school day, most of the teachers should be in class. The few teachers that were there, were either busy with printers or collaborating with other teachers over binders and calendars.

Mr. Aizawa hadn't stopped to chat on our way to the lost and found office, but Some had asked me my name regardless. Some marveled, mainly the female ones, about how tall I was as a student.

Oh, and because I was black, but I didn't need to think about that right now.

There was this one teacher who looked like a neo-punk underground DJ. He wore mostly leather with large yellow costume glasses. The eyes underneath the glasses were green and spiraled?

I stopped and stared at him as we walked past. He was preoccupied chatting with a teacher that looked part chewbacca, part human. The conversation was loud, mainly on the DJs part. I weighed the pros and cons of trying to get his attention, when, again, I was yanked back towards my temporary captor by the damn leash.

“Shit! Fuck, again?” I rubbed my hip, the second impact was enough to warn but not enough for some damage. Some of that might be from the natural ‘southern’ endowment I have as a girl, and some of its because Mr. Aizawa is enough of a caring asshole about his students that he yanks just hard enough for it to be annoying.

As hell.

A door closed in front of me, prompting me to get off my ass. “This is the lost and found, stuff found today is over there,” Mr. Aizawa pointed to a large bin. “ And the laundered clothes are over there,” he pointed to a raised platform that had a near mountain of folded clothes. There were a few designer shirts and pants that stood out to me. My jaw dropped. How rich are these kids to where they can lose this amount of designer products and not want them back!?

Oh course I wasn't going to touch the unwashed clothes, so I dug through the folded clothes, putting the ones I didn't like to the side. I found a cute orange sweater, I can believe someone would lose this and not want it back. I checked the size and miraculously it was perfect.

I settled on the shirt and moved onto the pants. None of these jeans were going to fit me, of course. I have trouble finding jeans that fit me in Walmart in America. I skimmed through until I found a section of skirts that were folded instead of hung on hangers for some reason. There were some miniskirts, but no way was I going to squeeze my ass in something that looked like a belt but was ment as a skirt.

I stumbled upon a relatively big red and black plaid skirt, I tested it and it met near my knees. It was a keeper.

Now that my base outfit was done I looked through the shoes trying to find something that wasn't some tiny sneakers. While digging through the bin of shoes my hand banged against something hard. “Ow!”

Mr. Aizawa looked up from his phone for a second, assessing, and seeing if I was mortally wounded before resuming his attention on his phone.

I continued digging and pulled some huge black laced boots with metal accessories and steel toes. I cackled in joy, these were perfect, I skipped the calculation of my size and tried to pull the boots over my foot they fit with a bit of space. I was elated.

“I found an extravagant outfit that's bound for glory!” I turned around brandishing the articles of clothing and some socks I happened upon. “Where can I change?” I asked and He pointed to the left to an obviously large sign that said changing room.

“Oh, whoops,” I hurried into the changing room, and exchanged my dirty torn clothes for the fresh stylish clothing.

I did a few practice spins in the mirror, admiring my figure. I tucked the sweater into the skirt and took a few pictures. I squatted and draped my arm over my knees, taking a picture.

I stood up, put both hands against the wall, bent one leg at the knee and set my phone on auto capture, taking a picture.

After taking a few more cute and innocent pictures I decided it was time for something more…

Scandalous.

I cleaned the floor in front of the mirror and spreaded out. I put my legs up and apart while holding the front of the skirt. I smiled wolfishly upside down into the mirror, making eye contact with the camera through it.

Satisfied with my range of pictures, I bundled up my clothing and opened the changing room door with a flourish. “How do I look?” I spun around once again for good measure. Before he could respond I cut him off. “Don't answer that I already know.” I flipped my hair dramatically and he chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“He sure knows how to pick em.” He mumbled. “You can put your clothes on the counter there, you’ll come back and get them after your support class. We've got to hurry because first period is starting in 20 minutes.” He looked at his watch.

“Then let's go!” I set my stuff down, retrieving my headphones and my phone, setting the former around my neck.

“AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE”

CRACK

I jolted, panic’s icy breath blew over my skin, raising hairs and goosebumps. Mr. Aizawa was already on his feet and before the leash could pull me, I turned my boots into sports mode and ran after him.

He was fast. Very fast, but I kept about a step and a half behind him. We bolted through the halls, dodging teachers and tables. There was shouting, a lot of it.

The shouting was coming from a meeting room. There was a small crowd, and as we approached the room-

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The first thing I saw was smoke. Then the sounds of fully grown adults trying to fix a wall that was blown apart by another fully grown adult.

Mr. Aizawa, upon the realization that no one was hurt, ignored both the hole in the wall and the people trying to fix it. He walked right past the commotion to another weirdly dressed teacher. Although, dressed would not be the right adjective.

The teacher in question looked like a person in bulldozer cosplay. Like the truck. Bright yellow armor covered his head and most of his face. In his lap was an old coffee machine, the back panel was removed and the wiring exposed.

“Power Loader, Y/N. Y/N, Power Loader.” He gestured to me. “This is your new student.” He gestured to the truck man. “This is your teacher for the first half of the day.” The truck guy said nothing but stood to shake my hand.

He was super short. He only came up to my shoulders. I should be used to the height difference but…it's still so jarring. I shook it regardless and he immediately went back to sitting down, tinkering with the machine.

“Here,” Mr. Aizawa handed me a badge with a light blue lanyard. “Since you are now a student, you need an ID.” He tapped the badge. “This is not a student ID, this is a guest ID. It does everything a student ID does but it only lasts for a week. At the end of that week you will get called to take your photo for your school ID. Do not lose this before that week is over and you have received your school ID.” I nodded, and put the lanyard around my neck.

“My job is done, you'll go to first and second period with Power Loader when the bell rings.” He checked his watch before turning and walking out of the room, back past the commotion.

I turned around, facing the remaining teacher. “Are we just not gonna…” I gestured to the noisy side of the room. The teacher didn't look up from his project. “No? Okay.” I sighed and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
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Finally, after what felt like a lifetime to an unmedicated teenager, a bell rang throughout the school. I checked my phone, it read 8:20. I silently gayzed in surprise, what time had I been woken up this morning for it to still be this early in the day?

Power loader finally took his attention off of the coffee machine, having turned it inside out with all of the gears and wires separated in their own sections. Wordlessly he stood up, produced a bag from one of the cabinets, and swept the carefully separated gears and wires into it. He left the husk of the machine on the table.

He put the bag over his shoulder and left the room. I followed him through the corridors, finally getting a feel for the environment, Or so I thought. It all looked pretty familiar until Power loader took a sharp turn down a hallway that I swear wasn't there before.

As we walked down the hallway, the jingling bag of mechanical parts echoed. The walls of this hallway were different. They were dull gray and etched with different blue prints of various machines. I ran my fingers over the indentations, feeling a surge of mechanical inspiration.

I was Interrupted from my motivation by the sound of several teenagers. The hallway ended at wide double doors, the same dull gray as the walls. Power loader pushed open the doors with his shoulder and the sound of bustling teenagers grew exponentially.

The room behind the doors was huge, and even that was an understatement. There were long benches all over the room, some turned over to make makeshift barriers, but most of them upright with students behind them working diligently and littered with pencils, papers, metal pieces and scorched unrecognizable items. I gasped, my mind started running over the walls of the room which housed toolboxes, clearly labeled buckets of materials, and several machines half exposed, showing the inner mechanisms.

As Power Loader entered the room the students shouted “hellos” and "how do you do’s” over the sounds of saws, typing, and welding. His demeanor changed slightly as he waved back. He stopped at a round table in a corner of the room, this table was not unlike the others, as it too was covered with metal parts and blueprints. “You don't have to introduce yourself to the class if you don't want to. Even if you did, I doubt many of them would really care, the kids that take this class normally get entirely absorbed into their projects. Don't let that discourage you from trying to make friends, they're nice once you get to know them.” I nodded, it sounds like a class I'd like to be in.

“Gooooooood morning Power loader!” A chipper female voice shouted over the others, I looked around but couldn't find where it was coming from. Until I looked up.

Near the high ceiling bounced a girl with pink hair, and yellow goggles, strapped to some boots that pulsated with blue energy. In her hand she held what looked like a detonator. “Watch this!” She held the detonator high and pressed the button.

Click
Tick
Tick
Tick

I closed my eyes and covered my ears, expecting something to happen, but nothing did. The girl, now on the ground, looked disappointed as she took off the contraption and laid it on a table. “Wait, possible false alarm.” She grabbed a screw driver and as soon as she leaned in to touch the machine, a wing shot out the side and hit her in the nose with a dull thunk.

“Ow!” She rubbed her nose and laughed, some of her classmates joined in, before becoming reoccupied with their own projects and soon she became occupied with hers.

“Sorry to interrupt your innovation students, but I have a surprise for you all!” Power loader gathered his students' attention, pulling a lever that caused a projector screen to rappel down and stopped half a foot from the floor. The class went wild as the screen unfurled, they scattered all over the room, pulling blankets and pillows out of closets and buckets.

In the blink of an eye, the tables that were in the middle of the room were replaced by mountains of blankets and pillows. Inventions forgotten, the students piled onto the pillows as power loader booted up a computer and started to play a three hour video titled, ‘The Distribution of Force.’

The girl with pink hair saw me standing in the corner of the room and wasted no time scrambling off of the makeshift pallet and to me. “Hey! You wanna help me cart in the snacks?” She pointed to a nearby closet. “They're just over there.” I nodded hesitantly and she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me over to it.

She fling open the door and there were buckets filled with snacks sitting on the shelves, each one labeled by continents. On the floor was another bucket, labeled ‘snack carrier.’ She grabbed the bucket and started shoveling handfuls of the different buckets into the one she was holding. She looked at me expectantly, I started grabbing handfuls of candy and shoving them in the bucket

Once the bucket was heavily filled to the girls satisfaction, I helped her haul it in front of the pillow kingdom. As we approached, the blankets separated and made a hole in the middle for the bucket to go. We set it down and the blankets were returned to their previous position.

“Everyone ready?” Power loader asked. I sat down and laid on top of a large pillow and pulled a blanket over my back. Mei laid down beside me and I shared the blanket with her. The video started.

It started with me paying attention to the video and making mental notes, when I was handed a bag of candy. I thanked the boy that handed them to me and tried to open them as quietly as possible. Once that Herculean task was done I chewed quietly, enjoying the moment and savoring the sour candy.

“Psst, hey.” The pink haired girl from earlier whispered to me. “what do you think about rocket shoes with Sorbothane insoles, for shock absorption from landing, and rechargeable pack for wireless use?” I rolled the idea around in my brain. “What if you added pockets of nylon that could open from the bottom?” I said, she stopped to think for a moment. “The nylon would have a high probability of melting, that's only going to damage the wearer.” I put some more candy in my mouth, chewing before speaking. “That's the point. The nylon melts from close quarters contact with the engine, melts the nylon and the wearer can use it for whatever, by dumping it out the bottom of the boot.” She was shocked, then she put on an evil smile.

And that's how the next two hours went. Her giving me a horrible idea and me adding attachments that would violently violate the Geneva convention, but it all ended too soon. Too soon before the ending music of the video jingled.

When the video ended, power loader rose from his place on the floor. I didn't even notice that they had built a pillow throne and that he had been sitting on it the entire time. Anyways, he stood and turned on the lights giving no warning so when me and mei’s eyeballs were assaulted with Fluorescent light, we hissed covering our heads.

Eventually, our eyes adjusted and we helped to pick up the pillow fort. I grabbed the bucket of snacks that was now filled with wrappers and dumped it into a trash bin. As I was setting the bin down, the bell rang. “Lunch time everyone! Time to leave your projects until the next period.” Power loader dismissed his class. They were hesitant to leave, some were still adding finishing touches before getting dragged off by friends.

And finally the classroom was empty. “What do you think of us? We go a little overboard when it comes to documentaries but I think we even it out.” Power loader was sitting on top of his desk, fixing together some metal pieces. I don't know why, because we needed to get moving so I could get to the cafeteria. “I really enjoyed it, the video was great, and that girl and I hit it off. I really like this class.” I replied, bounced from foot to foot, anxious to be on our way. “I'm glad, a lot of kids get intimidated by seeing such advanced technology and turn away from this course for gen ed or business. But that's enough for now, if you retrace your steps you should get back to the teachers lounge. Good luck on the rest of your day.” He waved me off.

Thankfully, I'm not as braindead as I thought I was and I made it back no problem. The teachers lounge was slightly more crowded, now that it was their break time.

Sitting on a couch near the wall was Ms.Kayama, chatting with the cool looking punk DJ from earlier. I entered the room quietly, clutching my phone for emotional support. She spotted me and beckoned me over. Without a second thought I obeyed.

“Oh sweet darling, your back! How was the support course? Hopefully to your liking, anyways I have instructions to give you.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes, playing a delicate jeweled hand on my forearm. “Are you listening? Good, you are to take a bento out of the fridge, right over there and go to the cafeteria, there is a map nearby if you get lost.” She batted her eyelashes and I could only nod in response.

Eager to get out of this equally rewarding and taxing situation, I followed her instructions, obtaining a medium sized green box from a mini fridge. I stood at the door, anxiety sinking it's chilling claws into my bones. I took a deep breath, released it and pushed open the door, despite all of my instincts insisting that I don't.

“Hey!”

I jumped a good foot in the air, like I cleared all 12 inches. I looked up and down the hallway like a completely normal person and found that the source of my completely reasonable fright was a cute little green boy. A cute green boy that looked way too excited to see me.

“Yo,” I gave him a two finger salute with my free hand as he got closer and eventually stopped. It's weird that I specifically thought about the action of him stopping, like it's implied already that he has stopped as he has both not ran into me and was previously jogging towards my location.

Enough brain vomit, back to the present.

“Guess who's a student now.” I said, removing the id from underneath my shirt. “That's great, I knew you would pass.” He was sorta intense about this matter. He had grabbed my hand with both of his, and maintained a creepy amount of eye contact. I feared that he might have heard the rhythm of my heart through my chest.

‘IF WE AIN'T FIGHTING WHO THE FUCK YOU TOUCHING,”

Right now is not the time for song lyrics or that song period. I averted my eyes to the floor. “T-thank you,” why did I stutter? I don't know, maybe because I was one breath away from spontaneously combusting into a fiery rage of repressed and unrepresented emotions. “What classes did you end up taking?” he asked, finally, a topic that doesn't make me wanna crawl into a hole and die. “I'm doin both hero and support classes!” I was so excited to talk about them that the words were sprinting out of my mouth.

Then, he started walking away but he was still facing me. Was he going to walk away? Was this just a ploy to make me look stupid? I thought he actually wanted to know, that makes no sense. Why fight for me to- oh. He wants me to follow him because like the dumbass I am, I was stationary while yapping.

I started walking with him and continued my recount of the first half of my day. I told him all about how I didn't have to take the test because I surprised the headmaster with my situational awareness. I tried to skate over the fact that I have all of my high school courses done so I don't have to take any if I don't want to.

It was comfortable talking with him. I don't know why but, it was like the more I chatted on and on about my favorite subjects the happier he got. It was weird, he looked…too happy. No one endures this much nonsense without an ulterior motive. Whether they know it or not.

I yapped us all the way to the cafeteria. I walked in without a care when I noticed something. Something that would have been nice to know a few hours prior.

Everyone had uniforms.

And I mean everyone, it was the same gray uniform everywhere. “I wish someone would have told me there was a uniform.” I mumbled, pulling at the fabric of my sweater. Midoriya gasped next to me, like I just said the 1800s were the best decade for people of color.

He grabbed my hands and forced me to look at him. “Your outfit is so cute on you, the colors match your natural hues and the silhouette is beautiful. I love it, it's like a snack for my eyes every time I look at you.”

What did he just say?

A snack,

For his

Eyes!?

I pulled away from him, covering my mouth as I tried to stop the boisterous laughter that was intent to come out and draw attention. I doubled over slightly, small giggles seeping through my parted fingers.

“What the…fuck…dude” was all I managed to say before being assaulted by another fit of giggles

The brown haired girl waved at us,she was sitting at a rectangular table with some other people. Once I finally regained control of my diaphram we went and sat down.

The rest of the period was a blur. I remember certain parts like me trying the bento and immediately putting down my chopsticks. One other thing I remember is, in the middle of conversation I looked over and he was glaring almost, at the blue haired guy who had introduced himself as Iida.

Midoriya was staring at him and he looked mad, I was staring hard enough to see the little flicks of lightning that illuminated his eyes.

It was beautiful.

Pure anger materialized as a natural force, strong, unpredictable and dangerous.

Then something clicked. Something deep inside of my abdomen connected to a place in my soul.

Click

I had no time to revel in the new revelation because I was actively in a conversation and didn't want it to be obvious that something inside me had clicked. They didn't need to be aware of the business of my insides.

More chaos filled moments later and it's just me and him, alone in a hallway.

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He was staring at me

He was staring at me hard

When I agreed to be escorted to class by him I didn't think that it would come with an ogling session. All I'm glad for is that he's not frowning or scowling while intently inspecting my face. I don't think my heart could take any more oddly specific facial expressions.

The staring only stopped when we arrived in front of a tall door. The name plate next to it read ‘1-A’, aka the class where I'm going to spend my afternoons. He stopped staring at me long enough to slide open the door and walk inside. I drifted after him.

There were around 21 seats that were aligned in a grid and facing the front of the room. In those 21 seats was the group from last night, noticeably short a molester.

Uraraka, Frogger, Punk Pony, Mz. Bismal and…. Some floating clothes? Were talking animatedly around some desks.

A few desks away Pokeball was looking over a book quietly.

Near the middle of the room a group of relatively normal looking guys were shouting over a phone, probably watching a sports match by the intensity that the yellow haired one shoved the red one.

The rest weren't doing anything interesting enough to be worth mentioning.

Kermit the Nerd settled into a seat. Oh God, are there assigned seats? I stood at the front of the class awkwardly. I mean, what else could I do? There was no teacher, I'm already on edge from earlier, and everyone else in this room has the same uniform on, and I'm the sore thumb in my stupidly adorable colorful outfit.

My thoughts were whirling a mile a minute, for a few of them. Until, I heard the sound of polyester plastic scraping against tile. I turned towards the sound and there was this big ass yellow worm, sitting in the doorway.

Inside of the face hole of this worm was the face of our teacher, stringy black hair and all. I looked at him. He looked at me. We looked at each other.

I looked at the classroom to see if anyone would notice this bizarre sight but no one, no one but Kermit the Nerd noticed. I bet he only noticed because he was staring at me but he noticed all the same. I looked at him. He looked at me. We looked at the classroom, no one else noticed.

I didn't speak, and neither did him. Neither of us spoke when our teacher shrugged into the room and up to the podium. He waited about 10 minutes up there, watching the class goof off and chat before he suddenly shouted.

“10 minutes!” The class instantly fell into order, scrambling to seats and trying to seem less surprised than they were. “10 minutes, I have sat in front of this podium watching you guys chat and converse.” He unzipped himself from the bright yellow fucking sleeping bag and dropped it in a pile near him on the floor.

“10 minutes have Midoriya and l/n been watching you be clueless about the new presence in your classroom. They stayed quiet,” The room was quiet. “If this was a scenario where I was a villain, or a predator you would be in trouble. I'm willing to give l/n and Midoriya the benefit of the doubt about being quiet, as they realized it was an assessment. For the rest of you though…”

He flashed his quirk, piercing freaky red sclera lighting up the room. A hot flash of anger coursed through me, my face reflecting it, but only for a second. My emotions had leveled out once he had put the demon eyes away.

“extra homework all this week.” The class groaned and complained, as to be expected. “ Now, onto the next matter of the day, you have a new student.” He gestured to me and all pairs of eyes, that were not already on me, shifted to me. I waved, keeping one hand behind my back as I normally do. I tried a smile but it came out jittery.
“Hi,” I giggled in nervousness, placing a hand on my chest and taking a deep breath, I introduced myself.

“Hello, my name is y/n l/n, I am a 15 year old African American female that likes gaming, dislikes bullies, and hopes to be good friends with you in the future.” I curtsied, when I mentioned bullies, Platinum Blonde Problem, who I didn't even see when I first walked in, flinched. That might have been from the instant cacophony of noise from everyone talking at once, asking questions.

“quiet!” mr. Aizawa yelled, he does a lot of yelling “Thank you l/n, you can take a seat in the empty one behind midoriya.” Mr. Aizawa pointed to the back of the room.

I pulled back slightly in disgust, “is…is that were that,” I made a vague disappointed noise and waved my hand like I was wafting away funk, I'm sure my face filled in the rest. “used to sit?” I asked.

“Yes,”

“oh,”

I clicked my tongue, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Do you have any…cleaning supplies or anything I could borrow for a second?” I asked super nicely, Mr. Aizawa reached below the podium into a box and handed me a cylinder that had a cartoon image of a wet wipe on it.

“Thank you,” I walked to my seat, passing by several guys who turned as I passed. Except for Kermit the Nerd. He didn't look, he just…smiled.

Anyways, enough about him.

I took a few wipes out and scrubbed the desk head to toe. When I was done, I balled up the dirty wipes, disposed of them, and returned the clean ones.

Mr. Aizawa started again, repramainding the class for their earlier mistake, taking care to exclude me and Kermit. It almost felt like he was making us targets, or maybe that's my American thinking.

After the 2 minute mark I stopped listening, unwillingly deciding to focus on the hair on the back of the nerd sitting in front of me.

Several more blah blah blahs later and the sound of tiny, light but rapidly approaching footsteps shook me out of my mind prison. The footsteps made an abrupt stop at the classroom door.

While expecting a mouse, rat or other small mammal based thing, I was unpleasantly surprised when a wall of man muscle dramatically and quite loudly entered through the door. He shouted something like ‘i hate deer’ but, I couldn't hear him over the sound of my fucking eyebrows blasting off into orbit.

This man was HUGE and I know I use that word a lot, but a lot of this school is just too fucking big. He wore a skin tight suit that was the colors of either the French, Russian or American flag.

“Good morning young heroes!” He stood before the desks, hands on his hips in a stereotypical DC hero pose, all shining teeth and extravaganza. It wasn't fooling me but it was fooling midoriya, and by the looks of it, very well.

His eyes sparkled in admiration, he looked absolutely ad-fucking-dorable. Just wanted to squish his little fucking face.

I remembered that I was staring and quickly ceased that action.

“Who's Ready For Some Hero Work?” That got everyone excited, “Get dressed in your hero costumes and meet me in field gamma!” He pointed dramatically at the ceiling and the wall behind him split open with a mechanical hiss.

The sections of the wall separated into little cubbies,each one holding a gray box with a neon green number. They must have the suits that he was talking about earlier inside them. Everyone got up and grabbed a box. I guess they were given their numbers beforehand.

Suddenly, the dude pointed at me. “You there! I have not seen you in this class before, what is your name?” Kermit the nerd turned around so fast I was worried he might break his neck. He just emanated childlike wonder. It made him look like a kid, ya know, with the squishy cheeks and big ass eyes and-.

“My name's y/n sir.” I answered, the students had all gotten up by this point, grabbed their boxes, and went out the door. Presumably heading to ‘field gamma’ or whatever, leaving me to talk with this multicultural flag based guy.

“What hero school did you come from young y/n” I furrowed my brows, “I…I came from America sir.” he stood silently, apparently expecting me to explain. “So, in America, as I'm sure you don’t know, quirks are not… regarded as real life things.” I fiddled with my fingernails, cleaning them meticulously. “They’re like fairy tales, rumors, so this is all new to me. Like the floating clothes, was that even a student, was i hallucinating or what!? Even the bird guy, I don't think I even want to know what's up with that!” I waved that train of thought away. “Anyways, think of me like a 5 year old, I heard that that's the age that quirks manifest.”

The man looked at me, I was really getting tired of people doing that instead of talking, or even reacting. “Nice to meet you, while that is an interesting story, staying in a classroom won't help you any!” he flashed another bright white-teethed smile. “The rest of them couldn't have gone far, catch up with your classmates and change into the UA gym uniform. I trust that the girls will be able to help you find it.” I got up from my seat, giving him a slightly mocking thumbs up before sauntering out the door.

He was right, my classmates either had not gotten very far or this hallway was unnaturally long. Based on the overlapping chatter I had to guess the former although, the latter is still viable.

“All I'm saying is that there's no universe where elastigirl couldn't get it.” I was taken aback, out of all the conversations between the girls that I expected to hear upon approaching, debating over whether elastigirl was fuckable or not, was not one of them. “Yeah, I know, but she has a husband and had three kids with him.” The floating clothes can talk, shocker. “Even if shes married, a girl can have fun.” Punk Pony smiled devilishly, definitely not a look I expected from such a proper looking girl. The rest of the girls shrieked in laughter, responses varying from “oh no no no,” to “hell yes!”

“E-excuse me.” I tapped on Miz. Bismal’s shoulder. She jumped before turning around and shrieking again, this time in some form of excitement. “Oh my gawd, hi! Your the new girl who beat the crap out of mineta, y/n, right?” She asked, I smiled sheepishly. Is that really what I'm known for? “yes, yes I am. Um, big burly guy said that I should tag along with you guys because I need to change into the gym uniform, and yall would know what that is.”

“Oh of course! Your gonna have to learn your way around here