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 look | incursion

   Excited chatter coursed through the bus as it rattled side to side. 'Aizawa wasn’t kidding when he said that USJ was remote...’ The ride droned along, quickly becoming old for you. The thick material of your hero costume only felt tighter in the hot, jam-packed vehicle. 

“...pretty neat, though. Your quirk is good enough for a hero.” The small, timid boy that seems to have something with Bakugou remarked. Everyone in the front section had started discussing their Quirks.

“If anyone is strong, I’d say it’s Todoroki and Bakugou. They’re so flashy!” The former boy shifted slightly next to you at the praise. 

“Bakugou is too unhinged to rank high, though. The public would be scared.” A reptilian-like girl mumbled.

“Wanna say that to my face, toad?!” Said unhinging boy screeched, proving her point. He was a seat in front of you, but the urge to flinch away was still present in you and Shouto. More yelling ensued as the class continued to pick on Bakugou, not ending until the bus pulled into the training site.

The class gawked at how huge and in depth the training site was, harboring a flood zone, disaster zone, landslide zone, etc... A small hero in a space suit stood, waiting for attention. “I built this place myself. The ‘Unforeseen Simulation Joint’, if you will.” Whispers went around about the name “Thirteen”. “Keep in mind that before we start, you must know the limits of your Quirks. Some of you, I’m sure, could easily kill if you don’t pay extra special attention. Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. The goal of today is that you all acknowledge that you are here to help people-” 

Just as Thirteen wrapped up the introductory speech, a large whirl of menacing black sprung up from further inside the center. Menacing figures stepped out, number proportional to that of the class.

“Huddle up and don’t move!” Aizawa ordered, quickly grasping the situation. Villains had arrived. Villains, at a U.A. training center.

A dirty looking man stood at the front of the pack, commanding attention. “I was told that All Might would be here... Well, that isn’t an issue. I’m sure a few dead kids will force him to show up.”

“Thirteen! Contact the school! The sensors must’ve been jammed by one of their Quirks.” The teacher jumped down into battle, leaving class 1-A at the entrance.

“What the fuck is going on...” The world seemed to spin. Only two teachers and a bunch of kids that weren’t given permission to fight against a horde of villains. “Why can’t we just go help? Surely we could take them down with everyone inv-”

“We were told to sit and wait!” Iida cut you off, clearly jittery. “We have to obey until further notice, no matter how hard it is.”

“He’s holding his own!” The green haired boy remarked. His name still hadn’t come up, you’d have to ask later.

“Not the time, Midoriya!” There it is. “We have to evacuate.”

As the class began to move back to the bus, the same dark cloud from before appeared, blocking the path. “I won’t be allowing that.”

“Hello, we are the League of Villains. We’ve come to disrupt your training as a means of killing All Might, the Symbol of Peace. We were under the impression that he’d be here today but, none the matter. My role remains the same.”

An explosive flash of light, “Not if we fuck you up first!” Bakugou and a red haired boy had launched themselves at the villain.

“Stop!” Thirteen screeched, but before it could register, everything was engulfed in black.

As the fog cleared, you found yourself on your side and surrounded by numerous creepy men and women that clearly had malice in their blood.

“Fuck, that hurt.” You squealed, rubbing your hip. As you took in more of your surroundings, you saw that three of your classmates were standing around you in a protective circle.

“Wanna help, yet?!” Jirou, the seat-stealer from the day before remarked.

“I think I fractured my pelvis, but sure, why not?” You groaned, slowly standing up. A swing immediately came your way, only to grab the arm and snap it in half. 

“Aren’t you the guy with lightning? Can’t you do something with that?” The three continued to hold their own as you wiggled your way to the outskirts of the formation.

“I can’t control it once it’s discharged, it would hit you too.” 

“I can think of something, but I need you three to hold them back for a minute while I carry it out.” You yelled, kicking one of the villains in the throat. 

“What are you going to do?”

“Just trust me and hold them back!” 

“Got it.”

A large rock was above the cluster of people, so if you could just get up there, the plan would be so much easier to execute. Cutting down villains one by one proved easy with your agility, but the yells from your classmates seemed like it differed for them. ‘You just have to withstand it for a little bit longer...’ Your teeth grit against each other painfully as you made it through the home stretch. Some turned to follow you, but you boxed them up inside metal containers with ease. 

A particularly blood curdling scream came from the middle of the mob. Kaminari was being used as a human stun bomb by Jirou, but somehow she ended up on the ground. Yaoyorozu’s creation seemed to have slowed down a lot, the girl panting on her knees. The blond was drooling at the mouth, looking ready to collapse at any moment. Your heart felt as if it was going to beat out of your chest. ‘Only a few more villains... Come on!’

Just as you captured the last one from down where the three were giving their all, a piercing pain racked through your body. Your arm felt extremely warm and wet all of a sudden. Is this what it feels like to get stabbed? Slowly looking down, a long, serrated blade had been shoved through your shoulder. A chuckle came from behind you as it was torn out. 

“Thought you could take us down so easily, huh?” Spittle flew into your hair as you turned around to make eye contact with your assailant. 

“That fucking hurts.” You deadpanned, the tone of voice entirely opposite to what would have efficiently expressed your emotions. ‘Just this last one... fuck.’

White overtook your vision as you boxed up the last bad guy.

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look | dubitable

"Well, now that Young Yaoyorozu is healed, I think we can discuss the match between Teams F and C." All Might sighed, sliding a think hand against his face. "The villain team won, but (Y/n) was quite a bit extra with the usage of her quirk."

Murmurs went through the room. "That was her quirk?"

"I myself don't entirely understand your quirk, so it would be nice if you could explain to the class exactly what happened back there." All Might suggested, standing to the side of the pack.

"Does it really need explaining? It's so simple..." The crowd was silent, indirectly answering your question. Sighing, you briefed them on the events of the past half hour. "First, I took control of Koda's mind and created barricades that closed off the entrances to the hideout so that the hero team couldn't get in. I then left the room to patrol the rest of the floor, and that's where I ran into the little guy and Yaoyorozu. I knocked him out with my foot and stabbed her with the throwing knife." You shrugged. "Simple."

The class gawked at you. "You didn’t even have the knife to begin with, so how did you stab her?"

"I thought you had a creation quirk..."

"I do have a creation quirk, but it works off of two minds. Basically, I caused her to see it come at her and go through her arm, so it happened." You rolled your eyes at the dullness of your classmates. 'Nothing goes through your damn skulls...'

"Didn't you say you had a thing against disclosing your quirk?" Iida.

"I didn't even talk about the most important part. All you needed to know was the gist of it." 

“Alright, then. I think that it’s clear who carried this game. Good job, Young (Y/n).” With that, All Might continued the training.

"Why are you in my seat?” You were beyond annoyed at how boring training was, so seeing a purple haired girl with jacks as earlobes lounging around in your chair was not what you wanted to deal with at the moment.

She stood, “I wanted to talk to you, haha.”

“Alright, about what?” Leaning back against your the desk, you started to pack your things.

“Why can’t you tell us about the details of your quirk? Is it, like, confidential or something? I’m Jirou Kyouka, by the way.”

“(Y/n).Uh, nope, it’s just that if I gave away an important detail it would ruin the effect. Sorry, no exceptions.” Cue the forced smile. “Anyway, it’s about time to go home. See you tomorrow, I guess?”

Jirou nodded as you zipped your bag and made your way to the door. Several of your classmates tried to start conversations as you passed them, each earning a rejection as you were worn out from the day’s events. 

“Okay, have a good night!”

“See you.”

As you padded outside, earbuds blasting music, you heard a faint racket from the front entrance. None other than the temperamental blond from before and the self-destructive grape were screaming at the top of their lungs at each other over something you couldn’t make out. Sighing, you trudged by the boys, keeping the music loud. Jungook’s vocals were more important than whatever the fuck they were arguing about. 

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ever since being adopted at the age of three, being a hero had been the path your father put you on. It wasn’t like it was your dream. In fact, you had never had a dream to chase. But maybe you could assist others in fulfilling their own, and possibly bring yourself up in the process. Then again, that is only possible if they believe.

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look | vacillation

"I think the best player in that match was Iida." All Might led off as he walked back into the room, Uraraka, Iida, and Bakugou trailing in behind him. "Anyone know why?"

  A tall, busty girl rose her hand. "I do. Iida was able to adapt to the situation the best, and he kept his focus the entire time, contrary to Uraraka. Bakugou and Midoriya were clearly motivated by personal grudges."

  A cackle left your lips at her response. "Bullshit. It took twelve seconds for it to register in Iida's mind that Uraraka, who was likely the second worst in this entire ordeal, was in the room with him. In the case that she had a more offensive quirk, he would have been taken down in that time frame. His attention was on getting into character, which should have been completed before he entered the building. Everyone who was in this room during the trial knows my stance on Uraraka's sub-par performance... I actually believe that Midoriya did the best in this, because he was focused the entire time and held his own after the first blow done by Bakugou. Speaking of Bakugou, you need to chill."

  "Don't tell me what to do!" The blond male took a step forward, eyes gleaming once more.

  "I will literally annihilate your sor-"

  "Hey! That's enough." All Might cut in, resting a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him and stepped away, a sour look morphing your features as he chose the next groups to participate. "Both of you made good arguments, but we don't have all day, so teams B and I, go out and get ready!"

  As the four students left the room, you slipped back to the far corner of the room to ponder your life choices. What was the point in going to a hero school if the administrators didn't care about the student's well-being? One could argue that no one can improve unless faced with hardship, but the hardship doesn't necessarily need to be a near-death experience...!

  During your inner monologue, a cold draft slipped into the room, small frost particles soon coating the floor. 'Fucking Shouto...' You thought, a harsh, algid-induced tremor shaking through your body. A look at the front screens confirmed your suspicions about the cause of the temperature drop, and another look around the room showed that you weren't the only one affected by his haphazard quirk usage. Uncomfortable faces and arms wrapped around bodies was a common visual factor around the room as the floor began to mirror the ones in the other building, ice getting thicker by the second.

  The dual-quirked male trudged effortlessly through the building, boots clicking slightly against the hardened water as he stepped into the bomb room. The boy you identified as Ojirou Mashirou stood frozen, feet enclosed in ice, as Shouto stepped past him to touch the faux bomb.

  "Wow... He didn't cause damage to his teammate or the weapon, and adding to that, he weakened his opponent. Truly a model student..."All Might mumbled to himself, shivers racking through his large form as the rest of the class crowded toward him for warmth. Pressing the page button, he announced the winners of the match and called them back up to the classroom.

  "Alright, another match complete... So this time it'll be Teams F and C." Pausing, the large man looked at the opposing students. "Choi, you can join Team F. It seems like they'll need a bit of extra guns to have a chance."

  "Uh, excuse me?" The shorter of the two males in Team F blurted out, clearly offended.

  "Sato literally looks like my foreskin..." Kaminari snorted under his breath.

  You rolled your eyes, starting to make your way out of the room and outside. Sato Rikido and Koda Koji begrudgingly followed, introducing themselves and their quirks along the way.

  "So... what is yours, if you don't mind me asking?" Koda muttered shyly.

  "I usually don't give details on this since it never does any good, but since you seem passive, I suppose I can make an exception. Essentially, I can make any specific person in my visual range see an illusion. If they believe that it's real, it becomes real and I can control it as long as it isn't living." The three of you entered the villain's hideout and started to strategize. Sighing, you walk out of the room and imagine concrete walls coming up to cover every entrance to the bomb's location. Surely enough, they manifest into physical form and you begin to do laps around the floor.

  'They'll just have to stay put, I guess. Maybe I could have informed them first? No, Team C won't be able to break down those walls.' You thought to yourself.

  A few minutes later, a not-so-quiet padding of footsteps sounded behind you, the first sign of the opposing team's presence in the building. Your heartbeat quickened ever-so-slightly at the realization that your quirk would essentially be useless in this setting. 'I should have brought one of them with me... Might as well put my physical training to use.' Turning around, you saw a blob of purple come at your chest. Fortunately for you, it only stuck to your cloak, an easily removable item.

  The small, unattractive boy on the opposing team gawked at your body as your outer layer fell to the floor. 'Great, he's a disgusting pervert. This should be easy.'

  And easy, it was. You kicked him right in the nose, sending him sprawling across the floor, unconscious.

  Yaoyorozu, if you recalled her name correctly, stepped out of the shadowed end of the hallway. A katana was held above her head in a traditional battle stance as she slowly attempted to close the distance between the two of you.

  You chuckled at her cheesy posture, standing calmly as you considered how to handle this. Since you were unarmed and generally unwilling to physically exert yourself, the methods that went through your mind were slightly questionable. Some included walking away from the situation and having her chase you around the building for the remainder of the exercise, others lead to gruesome results including the katana. Deciding to deal with the repercussions later you latched your claws into her mind and began your dirty work.

  A deafening scream tore from Yaoyorozu's throat as a throwing knife went through her arm. The girl collapsed to the ground, blood dripping down the blade. The sight of her impaled appendage was gruesome, to say the least. Tears streamed down her face and sobs racked her body as she held her arm.

  "Stop! The match is over and Recovery Girl is on her way. The villain team won." All Might frantically instructed over the loud speaker. Hurriedly, you picked up your cloak and ran over to help ease the bleeding.

  "Don't pull it out until Recovery Girl gets here. It hurts, but you'll be fine." You gave an awkward smile, knowing that you were probably the last person she wanted to see at the moment. At least you won the match.

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look | insouciance

You and Shouto observed the rest of the class as they conversed among themselves, everyone waiting for instruction. Of course, All Might didn't disappoint as his booming voice filled the room a few minutes later. "I see that we're all here now. What we're doing today is indoor anti-personnel battle training, as previously stated. While simple battles are typically occur outside, more heinous villains are known to strike indoors. So, we'll split into pairs for two-on-two battles!"

  "No basic training...?" A small girl resembling a frog spoke up in a croaky voice.

  "Physical experience teaches the basics, young Asui!" He replied in his unusually cheerful voice. Questions sounded throughout the space in curious voices, the oldest male's eyes beginning to bulge. "My power isn't super-hearing! I'll tell you the rules... So, the plan is to have a hero team and a villain team. The villain team will go up to a certain floor and guard a bomb, while the hero team slips into the building and either 'retrieves' said bomb or restrains the villains with a tape." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tan length of adhesive strap, shaking it slightly before continuing. "The villains must either protect the weapon until time is up or capture the heroes. Now, it's time to draw lots!"

  A few complaints about the method resounded throughout the room before you spoke up, arms crossed sassily against your midriff. "Shh, children. The person who's left in the bottom will either sit out or join one of the groups at some point."

  As things turned out, you ended up being the odd one out. 'Well, I guess this is what happens when there are 21 students...'

  "Well, young Yunseo, it's time to make your decision."

  Sighing, you corrected the man. "I go by (Y/n), and I'll accompany who you wish."

  All Might blinked, leaning his head back slightly before nodding. "That's fine. I'll let you know when it's time to go." Before continuing, he reached into the box beside him and grabbed two lettered spheres. "Anyway, it seems that... Team A and Team D will be going first!"

  A horrified whimper, a loud sneer, and two grunts of determination sounded in the room. Chatter started up as the students searched for the aforementioned groups, noting the tightness in the atmosphere. Bakugou and Iida made up Team D, while A comprised of Uraraka and Midoriya. The boy in the latter team swallowed the stone in his throat before rushing out of the room and over to the battle building in an agitated manner. The other three children followed in a much less hurried fashion, preparing for the scrimmage.

  Anticipation was almost tangible in the air as All Might started the timer. You had resumed your place in the back of the room next to your bi-hair colored companion, sliding down to the floor in disinterest. It was clear that there had been some sort of tension between Bakugou and Midoriya. Shouto looked down at you, emotionless, before turning his head back to the front of the room.

  You stared at the screens as the battle began, Midoriya and Uraraka trudging into the building with clear disregard of their surroundings. Bakugou turned the corner, successfully carrying out his ambush that could have easily been fatal had the pair been any less observant. 'That blow would have been so easy to avoid, had it been me...' You sighed at their negligence, almost feeling pity for their lack of training.

  "There's no point in watching. Let's practice hand-to-hand." As you pushed off of the wall to stand, the building tremored harshly.

  Shouto turned over and quirked a brow as you tripped, shaking his head in amusement. "Karma, (Y/n). I think we should watch to get an idea of how people with less experience plan for future reference."

  Your head cocked to the side in confusion, waiting for his clarification. He flopped his head back to look at you, "It's likely that we'll have to work with some of these people in the future. We have to know what their battle plans are so that we can be prepared if they mess up."

  "Oh, he just got fucking bodied!" Kaminari yelled, eyes glittering. The two of you looked back to the front to see a pained Bakugou on the floor, back bent painfully.

  "Why do you talk like a white middle school boy...?" Kirishima blinked slowly in disgust. Kaminari only winked as a response, turning back to the screens with his fist clenched in front of him.

  "Fine, but I still want to practice." You crossed your arms, nodding over at the male.

  Shouto exhaled through his mouth, "You can practice your battle assessing skills by pointing out what they do wrong."

  "You sound like Jinho...." Nevertheless, you turned, once more, back to the CCTVs and watched the battle. The only thing you had approved of so far was the fact that Uraraka had slipped away in search of the weapon while Midoriya payed attention to Bakugou. It may have been better that Midoriya went for the bomb and Uraraka had stayed, but there would have been a higher chance that he would notice him leave and the girl's quirk wasn't strong enough to defend herself. It had been made apparent that he doesn't go easy on girls, either.

  "Why are they just talking." Shouto rolled his eyes as the blond sat on the floor as the other boy yelled at him from his feet. "What a waste of time..."

  Just as he said that, Bakugou stood and launched himself at Midoriya, the latter boy dodging and catching him by his feet with the capture tape. However, Bakugou swung with right fist before Midoriya could get any good leverage. He dodged the explosion, dashing around the corner and down the hall.

  "How did he do that?"

  "He's not even using his quirk against the guy who placed second in the entrance exam!"

  "The only reason he isn't in critical condition at this point in time is because he knows Bakugou's battle patterns." You leaned flush against the wall, hands resting on their respective adjacent elbows.

  "How do you pick this shit up, (Y/n)?" The only response given was a shrug as you concentrated your attention at the battle in front of you. At this point it was more of a personal fight than a simulated battle, but who were you to say anything about that?

  Meanwhile, Uraraka arrived at the weapon's room. Iida stood guard, albeit neglecting to actually pay attention. He stood, incessant, as the small female snuck behind a pillar. He moved in an erratic fashion, almost seeming to chant something.

  "Of course, she had to fucking ruin the ideal opening that literally anyone else in Japan could have nurtured into a victory. Dumb fuck...." You practically yelled the first part, effectively gaining the entire room's attention. Some of the girls glared slightly at the last part, much to your indifference.

  Kaminari snorted. "Chill your bean."

  "Things like this irk me." You breathed in deeply to regain your former composure.

  "There they go again, talking in the midst of a battle where she could tear another opening while he goes on and on about who knows what." Shouto sighed in the same tone that you had, shoulder brushing yours.

  Kirishima and Kaminari walked to the back wall, standing by the two of you. The former male chuckled lightly, "Uraraka looks like she's about to shit herself."

  Shouto nodded his head.

  "Wow, look who has a sense of humor!" Kaminari looked past you and Kirishima to the red and white hair-colored boy with a smile on his face. He leaned away from the wall, seemingly trying to get a better look at the screen, only to end up on the floor as the building shook almost three times as hard as it had previously. A gaping hole had been blown into the side of the training building, the cause likely being Bakugou.

  "So that's what his gauntlets do..." You noted, holding onto Kirishima's arm for support. All Might yelled orders into the microphone that seemed to have been ignored as the fight continued on, stronger than ever.

  You focused your attention on the screen that covered the battle in the middle of the fifth floor between Iida and Uraraka, wanting to see if she can redeem herself rather than watching Midoriya get beaten half to death by explosions.

  Iida buzzed into Bakugou's ear piece, loosing focus on the problem at hand. You flung your hands into the air in exasperation as she, once again, fucked it up by running straight into the male. He nearly grabbed her, but before he could secure his grip, she began to levitate into the air. The girl shakily floated toward the bomb, nearly touching it and securing the victory. But, of course, she failed at something as simple as that. Iida shot in and moved the bomb, ending with your hands yanking at your hair.

  "I will never be able to fathom why they talk through the battles..." Shouto sighed. Again.

  All Might yelled once more into the microphone, your aggravation for his negligence as a teacher beginning to surface. "Young Bakugou, I will have to end this battle with your team's loss if you use that move one more time."

  The boy looked as if he cursed up at the speaker, Midoriya still on the ground, speaking to Uraraka in her receiver. As you looked over to ever more eventful CCTV, your eyes picked up a crazed look in the blond male's eyes. His red hues shone like whirlpools of blood, as if there had been a shark fest inside of his mind just moments before. That type of look cannot go away, not unless it's sedated with closure. What that closure comes from depends on the circumstance, and this one was beating Midoriya no matter the cost.

  As soon as Bakugou took a step toward Midoriya, you shot off of the wall and re-placed yourself at the front of the room. It wasn't the best day to watch someone get murdered, and the teacher didn't seem to know what to do. Mustering up the most assertive voice you had ever used, you grabbed the teacher by the collar and pulled his face close to yours. "All Might, stop being an irresponsible bitch and do your job as a teacher unless you want your reputation as a hero on the line. Do you really want the life of a fifteen year old boy on your shoulders because you didn't end a simple training exercise? Are you oblivious enough to not realize that even after the timer finishes that this fight will not end? Not for years. They have a deep-rooted... something. And it won't go away unless it gets resolved."

  The man gulped slightly before turning away from you, looking conflicted. He sat for a moment as Bakugou continued to charge the smaller boy before coming to a resolution. "Time is up!"

  "What?!" The class chorused. There had been 43 seconds left in their fight, but he decided to cut it short.

  "All Might, if you thought that this win would satisfy him-" You started, only to be cut off.

  "I cut it because it has a better chance of giving him resolve than directly telling them to stop. By the way, no one tell them that the time wasn't actually over, for their own safety." All Might stood from the chair, walking to and out of the door to make sure nothing else happened with the four students.

  "What was that about...?" The three boys walked over, confusion drawn clearly on their faces.

  "He cut it short because it solves the most problems. Midoriya would have gotten hurt further if he let it run on, but if he told them that he was ending it because of the dangers, Bakugou wouldn't stop. There's also a chance that he won't stop even now, which is why he's going down. By telling him that the time is up, that means that the villains win, so he might gain some sort of temporary closure from that. However, by the look in his eyes... the only time he'll be satisfied is if he completely and utterly destroys Midoriya from the outside, in."

  "...That's dark."

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look | reconcile

"What was it that you wanted to speak to me about?" Your classmate pulled his chair out, placing his tray on the monotonous, planate table that stood between the two of you. His vision was focused on the cold soba in front of him, yet it sat untouched, even after he seated himself. The boy seemed different, drastically so. Your training together had ceased after his mother burned his face, and it was apparent that it had taken a toll on him. He had been a sweet boy in your year of knowing him, but now he came off as cold. Distant, even.

Clearing your throat along with your thoughts, you began to speak. "Can you recall training with a girl when you were younger?"

His eyes flicked up to your face in inspection. You attempted to keep your face as blank as possible around other people, but it was possible that he would be able to recognize you easier if you lifted the corners of you mouth. Begrudgingly, you carried out the action. Shouto's mother had always talked about how you were prettier with a smile on your face, and although you respected her, keeping a neutral face was more strategical. As you twisted your features into the unnatural form, his eyes widened. Instead of correcting his expression as a way of following what the two of you had been taught to do as children, the look of incredulity continued to stay glued to his face.

"Yunseo?" Letting out a breath of relief, your fake smile went away, only to be replaced with a smaller, authentic grin. To anyone other than the two of you, the small twitch of your lips would have gone unnoticed. He caught the movement, but the usual reciprocation was left undone. His eyes flashed with contemplation before returning to his normal, stoic facade. "How has training been going?"

Air blew through your nose in a silent sigh before you responded. "It's (Y/n), now. Training is similar to how it was with Enji, but consisting of a lot less... abuse. It's not direct, but Jinho has thrown me into rocks as if I were a rag doll on multiple occasions... It helps, though. I've become more resilient. You?"

The saddened look he shot your way was too much. Averting your eyes, you stared down at the food in front of you as he began speaking. "It's still the same. Stretches, gym training, hand-to-hand, then quirk training... You know the motions." Pausing, he flicked his eyes to the ceiling, hands fiddling under the table as he regained his composure. It wasn't that talking about life was the problem, it was that you had been his lifeline back at the beginning, and now you were back. You and his mother... "I've grown a lot, too. Sometimes I regret staying here, but once I graduate, I'll be free from him."

How tiring must it have been for him, a child, to scrape by all of the familial carnage that he had witnessed alone? It was clear that he had been raised differently to most people, his irregular maturity hinting toward it. It was a miracle that he hadn't ended up as a villain.

The two of you sat in silence for the next few minutes, reminiscing your childhoods. At the beginning, it was just you in an adoption home, waiting day after day for someone to take you. As the children around you grew older, the hope that they had once harbored was extinguished as the years passed.

'Why does no one want me?'

'Am I not good enough?'

Even though you had only been four years old at the time, watching people come and go had flicked a switch in you. A switch that shouldn't have been flicked for many years, a switch that some never turned on. The light that poured out of it was one of realization. The realization that humans are shallow, selfish creatures. The type that only care for themselves and what benefit them. Then again, isn't that the right way to live? Without any concern for another being, chasing after the prime version of you? Leaving the weak behind and taking in the strong as allies was the only way of succeeding in the abstract form of time that we call "life".

But then Jinho came in. In the world that had always been covered in a dark hue, he had shone a new light upon it. Jinho was a loving father figure for some time, Woojin being a supportive older brother. But once your quirk manifested, all of that changed. He sent you off to train with Endeavor, leaving little time for relaxation at home. Sometimes, you just stayed at his house over night. Woojin was a thing of the past, as he was busy training with his father, but he never changed when you saw him. He was still the same funny, overprotective and adorable brother you had always known. Jinho, however, became a distorted, fun-house mirror version of Endeavor. His morals became dubitable, fatherly affection scarce, and his old, empathetic nature was left behind. To this day, you were still curious as to why the drastic change occurred, and it would quite possibly stay that way, as it had for the past decade.

Before you knew it, the bell had rung, and you stood up to throw away the untouched food. Shouto followed behind, a dark look upon his face.

The next day, classes seemed to roll by slowly. Even more so than the first day, if that was possible. You had opted to sit by Kaminari that day, goal being to strengthen your relationships with your classmates. Iida had been sitting with Uraraka and Midoriya, the latter two not exactly being your type of people.

"So, (Y/n), how are things between you and Todoroki?" The red-head sitting across from you asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "My name's Kirishima Eijirou, by the way."

You dryly chuckled, face devoid of amusement. As vague answers were best when you weren't entirely sure of an answer, you kept it simple. "We're friends."

"Oh. That wasn't juicy at all." Kirishima whined, slurping up his noodles. Jirou Kyouka winced from his left, scratching at her temple. You glimpsed a wire-like object sliding away from her earlobe. It seemed to plug into the side of his arm, resulting in a screech from Kirishima.

"You know, (Y/n), you don't have to deal with his shit." She said, retracting the extension. She lifted up the cup and took a sip, effectively turning into a meme. "He's a little bitch, if I have anything to say about it. Which I do."

While Kirishima rolled his eyes, Kaminari clung onto your forearm to keep himself from falling off of the chair in laughter. 'God, he's extra...'

As people filed back into the classroom, murmurs began to start up about the next class. Hero Basic Training, the class taught by the one and only All Might. You stayed in your seat in the back of the room, eavesdropping on other conversations.

"I'm gonna fucking crush that number one hero!" Bakugou.

"I wonder if his smile is as bright in person as it is on screen..." Ashido.

"Let me stick my balls to his muscles!!!" ...Mineta?

"...I have come through the door like a normal person!" A tall, masculine figure called as it hopped through the door. Gasps of excitement chorused throughout the room as the students came to the realization that it was, indeed, the All Might that the students had been itching with excitement to meet.

"Welcome to Hero Basics Training, the class that will give you all sorts of experiences to mold you into the great heroes you all aspire to be!" 'Only someone as comically acceptable as All Might could utter those words without sounding like a psychopath...' You thought. "No time for dilly-dallying! Put on your hero costumes and get out to Ground Beta for battle training!"

Sighing, you stood up with much less ambition than the other students. You just never saw the hype with All Might; he had a boring enhancement quirk. Nothing special, yet he had become the number one hero. Or maybe that was why everyone looked up to him? Because he was so... ordinary?

As you strutted into the facility, a few heads turned in your direction. Your quirk wasn't really anything that needed extra costume enhancements, so when you received the request form you thought, 'Why not wear something sexy and avant-garde just for shock value?' So there you were, with an arguably too-revealing bodysuit covered by a cloak and pointy sneakers. Shouto walked in behind you, making his way over to the wall. He gave you a look that said, 'Come stand by me so that you don't do anything dumb.' Reluctantly, you padded over to your old friend. He nodded down at the cloak in silent implication to show him your outfit. Rolling your (e/c) hues, you moved so that you stood in front of him before opening the cover-up.

Shouto took a glance at the slightly scandalous attire before waving his hands for you to cover yourself back up. With a condescending smirk rested upon your face, you leaned back against the wall beside him. While re-buttoning the cloak, you missed the bright shade of pink that tinted his cheeks.

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look | bethought

The students of class 1-A filtered back into the building, hurrying through the halls to get back into the classroom. The same girl who lingered away from the group was now walking silently with Ashido, the latter female rambling animatedly. The former seemed to be absorbed in her thoughts, distress covering her dainty features. You, however, had begun to make yourself comfortable in the teacher's lounge, anticipating the arrival of your teacher.

A few minutes later, a knock sounded.

"(Y/n), who are your parents?" Glancing at the door, you saw Aizawa staring at you suspiciously. His hand rested on the center of the door as he pushed it open, walking further into the room before closing it.

"Did you really need me here to tell you that? Shouldn't it be on my records?" You sighed at his blatant question, resting your hands against your stomach.

"I was wondering why you weren't recommended."

His reply caused you to stumble over your words. "Oh. My father has met up with Endeavor on numerous occasions, and I believe that I used to train with one of his sons when I was younger."

"Hmm... Did you know that your classmate, Todoroki, is one of his children?" Aizawa walked further into the room, making his way over to the coffee machine. Once his words registered, your face turned to one of befuddlement. You had never been much of a social person, so the name didn't ring a bell. None of your classmates had resembled Endeavor, either, so it was even more questionable.

"Description, please?" As he sighed, you stood up and began to move for the door. If his only reason for keeping you out of class was to ask why you weren't recommended, then there was no reason for you to stay after he met your request.

"I'm sure you've seen him. He has red and white hair..." Your hand rested on the door knob, but you made no move to turn it. A large wave of recollection rocked through you, and the feeling of nostalgia you had gotten from staring at him made sense. Todoroki had been you childhood "friend", per say. If that was even what you could call it.

"Yunseo, it's time for training. It's gonna be hard, but you'll be here a lot from now on... I wish I could come with you, but dad's friend doesn't want me to." Woojin smiled down at you, encouragingly patting your back. He gently lifted you out of the car, and slight curiosity picked at the back of your mind. Woojin stepped away, blowing a kiss as he stepped back into the vehicle. A lump formed in your throat as it drove away, Jinho roughly grabbing your hand and dragging you down a walkway toward a traditional Japanese home. A young woman with a dark aura padded outside.

"Take her. I'll go find Todoroki." With that, Jinho let go of your hand and walked past her into the house. Her formerly indifferent persona turned into one of a pleasant mother as she stepped toward you and took your grip.

Kneeling down in front of you, she began introductions. "Hello, Yunseo~! I'm Miss Todoroki, but you can call me Aunt, if you'd like. Do you know why you're here?"

Your eyes lit up at the figure in front of you, curiosity piqued. You shook your head, your approximately four-year-old psyche barely able to formulate detailed sentences.

"Oh, well follow me. I think it's time for you to meet Shouto. His quirk recently manifested, so his hero-training has begun. You'll be joining him." The two of you began to walk through the house, passing multiple rooms before stopping in one that seemed like a gym. A boy with red and white hair sat against the wall with his legs criss-crossed, a stern look resting upon his face. He held his hands out in front of him as if he was trying to summon something. His teeth dug into his bottom lip in a way that made you chuckle. Miss Todoroki's smile grew as he jumped, having not noticed that the two of you had entered the room.

"Oh, hi, mom!" He smiled brightly and waved at the two of you, his head tilted to the side. His face filled with glee as he looked around at the small chucks of ice that where scattered around him. A small patch of black blemished the otherwise clean wall, seeming to be a burn mark. "...Dad left a few minutes ago with another man, so I'm practicing your quirk!"

The woman chuckled lightly at his enthusiasm, letting go of your hand to walk over to the boy. She looked back at you and gestured for you to follow, a smile still gracing her features. Crouching down next to him, she fluttered her fingers, a small gust of cold, whiteness painting the room. Modest gasps of astonishment slipped out of the boy and your lips, wishing for the lady to show you more.

"You know, Shouto, that it isn't my quirk. You're the one who controls it, and the same goes for your fire side. Remember that."

The boy cocked his head to the side once more, a curious pout upon his face. You giggled, a small knot forming in your stomach from excitement. Perhaps you could make your first friend.

Your thoughts were confirmed with her next set of words, and she quickly did introductions between the two of you. You picked up an incomprehensible look hiding behind her grey hues as she looked at Shouto, though it was barely noticeable. It may have come off as dark to one who had known her for long, dark as if she had witnessed something she shouldn't have. Dark in a way that redirects ones own thoughts to the deepest part of the human mind, in a sense. The portion that held life-changing occurrences and memories, where strong emotions such as love and hatred brewed. Your young intellect didn't pay much attention to it, the trivial parts of life not yet a concern.

"(Y/n), you trained with Jinho for a few weeks, right? Do you have a good enough understanding of it to show us?" With the last word, Mrs. Todoroki's thin hands began to run through her son's hair. His faced was filled with content, seemingly glad to experience motherly affection. Thoughts ran rampant throughout your mind at how nice it would be to have a mother-figure in your life, as you had been given up for adoption at birth. Of course, Jinho had never been that great of a parent for the year and a half you had known him. Your smile faltered slightly before you pasted on a cat-like grin and nodded, attempting to forget your momentary sense of glumness.

"Yes, I do! Would you mind if I use you for it, Auntie?"

A look of confusion flashed past the back of her eyes, but her smile stayed glued onto her mature features as she nodded and stood, arms flapping against her sides in glee. 'She looks like a penguin...'

You looked deep into her eyes, but not without picking up the lump in her throat that she promptly swallowed. You pursed your lips at the action before working your magic. She began to blink heavily, signifying the emotional impact that always took place once your quirk latched onto the target. You closed your eyes, imagining a stack of blocks. Once the other two in the let out small gasps, you opened your hues to the world around you and saw that the blocks had, in fact, taken physical form.

The next half hour was filled with you "creating" other objects for their entertainment. Just as your new friend had requested for you to make a stuffed seagull, a tall man with fire licking at his features busted into the room. The mother and son looked at him with fear, Mrs. Todoroki stepping in front of the two of you.

"Fucking hell... you were supposed to be training them, not playing with toys...!" He stepped further into the room and kicked a red foam block at Shouto. "Where the fuck did you even get these?!"

"I made them... with my quirk." You meekly stated, fingers in your lap. You attempted to meet his eyes while answering, but his orbs stared harshly into yours to the point where you had to look away.

"Jinho told me she didn't know how to use it." He gestured at his wife to leave the room, his eyes not leaving you. Once the door clicked shut, he leaned down to grab your arm. You shook slightly, trying not to flinch. He pursed his lips, gesturing with his free hand for you to get up.

"(Y/n), I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't get up I'll have no choice." Taking a deep breath, you scrambled to get your legs underneath you.

And that was when training with the Todorokis began.

Aizawa lightly shook his head at you, sipping his coffee. "You're wasting time just standing there. You seemed to be eager to leave just a moment ago, so do it."

Sucking in a deep breath, you tried to process the events that had been recollected. Blinking a few times, you finished turning the doorknob and made your way back to class 1-A.

A few moments later, you found yourself in your seat, eyes wandering to the boy who was seated next to you. His features were even more attractive up close, and he still looked the same as when you last saw him, albeit older. His scar wasn't bandaged as it had been on your final training session, but then again, why would he keep it like that for years on end? His face was now more masculine, his shoulders had broadened, and his jawline was more defined. Of course, that was just an effect of puberty that happened to everyone, but damn, was he favored by Mother Nature?

"You've been staring at me for the past two minutes straight." His head suddenly turned toward yours, causing you to flush slightly.

It wasn't like you to get flustered this easily, so you quickly regained your composure and answered your old friend. "I just... remembered something. It's about to be lunch, right? Will you meet with me?"

His features slightly twisted into ones of confusion, but they quickly restored their usual stoic position. "How about you just sit by me."

"That's fine as well." You nodded, lips pursing. Now all you had to do was figure out how to tell him.

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look | strife

"A test of our quirks?!" The class mumbled various thoughts on the subject, one about the entrance ceremony and guidance sessions that would be missed.

"If you also want to be a hero, you will need to sacrifice things that are generally a waste of time." Aizawa clipped in the direction of the voice. "Professionalism is crucial." A ball hit your chest. He pointed to a white circle drawn in the dirt, gesturing for you to stand there instead. "How far could you throw in middle school, Miss Choi?"

"One, '(Y/n)', and two, I was home schooled." You replied, getting into a throwing stance.

"Noted. Go ahead and throw it using your quirk, but don't leave the circle."

Taking in a deep breath, you shook your head in acknowledgement. You turned around to Kaminari, latched your quirk onto him and waited for him to begin blinking, as strong emotions—usually melancholic—wash over the target of your quirk as it takes affect. As he executed the tell-tale action, you closed both hands over the ball, holding your throwing arm back. It flew forward at high speed, starting its descend about forty meters ahead. Taking one last glance at Kaminari, you formed a golden retriever. Kaminari began to yell about seeing a dog appear out of thin air and point as it leaped into the air, snatching the ball and running toward the horizon. More of the students gawked at the canine as it became universally visible, some calling it cute. The dog clicked out of existence once you felt like your score was good enough. Aizawa gave a pointed look at your form before going over your results.

"234.1 meters. That's impressive for someone with a quirk like yours. I guess creativity is important. This country's education system insists on prohibiting the use of quirks while taking averages on children's physical skill. It's not rational, as we should not be belittled to our old form. But since this is a hero school, you are permitted to use your quirks. I'm sure that Miss (Y/n)'s score would not be in the 200's without the usage of her quirk, so there is a large difference between the abilities of our ancestors and the ones of our own."

Students threw in words of excitement, resulting in a dark look forming on Aizawa's face. "'Fun?' Do you really think you will pass the three years of school here if you view this as a game? You won't. By the way, the person with the lowest score at the end of this will be expelled. No exceptions."

"Third place..." You sighed, slightly disappointed. "At least it was two recommendeds who beat me." Denki and Iida rushed over, bombarding you with questions about your quirk.

Your eyes closed in annoyance, another sigh dejectedly leaving your lips. "My quirk won't be as effective if I give you the details... My score relied primarily on physical skill this time around, but that's all I'll disclose."

Iida chuckled, "You say that like it's a confidential criminal case."

"Wait, what the fuck?" The spiky blonde shuffled over after gaining enough information from eavesdropping on the conversation. His noise level attracted other people to the conversation, and a small crowd formed around the four of you. "How the everloving hell did you beat me again, but this time without even using your quirk?"

"My physical ability is probably superior to yours. Use your brain, dumbass." You looked up at him with a blank facial expression, examining his reaction. He genuinely came off like a villain rather than a hero, and it was entirely possible that he could change sides at any given opportunity. Viewing him as an opponent could help if that ended up being the case, so studying his body language and attack sequences was essential, given how powerful his quirk was.

"You damn bitch...." He removed his hands from his pockets and cracked his knuckles, aiming his palms at your feet. 'Mediocre...' You thought, skipping out of his fire zone. Right as the first explosion went off, you focused your quirk on Iida. A box formed around Bakugou, and a small gasp slipped through Iida's mouth. It soon became visible to everyone else, and a machine pushed it up a few feet from underneath.

"What the fuck did you just do, bitch!?!" He yelled from the sky, voice weak. Another explosion was sent through an air hole you had created, but it missed you, almost hitting Kaminari.

"That is enough. (Y/n), I disabled his quirk, so if you would please release him." Aizawa walked into the circle of students, eyes gleaming. Blinking a bit from the glare of the sun, you slowly brought his box down to the ground and obliterated it from existence. Bakugou's eyes would have torn razors through your skin if it was possible. Well, there probably was someone with a quirk that could do that, but he couldn't, so you get the point.

What he could do, though, was rush at you with the force of an overly-active 15-year-old boy. Soon enough, you were pinned under him on the ground, him yelling obscenities into your face. As his warm spittle flew onto your skin, the side of your mouth began to twitch. Your knee flew up and made contact with his groin. A throaty gurgle cut his cursing short and his hands weakened their grip on your wrists. Letting out a quick sigh, you moved your knee further into his right leg as to move him onto his back. You hovered over him and shifted one of your knees onto his stomach while you felt around for a pressure point that would knock him out.

You hadn't noticed how quiet the field had gotten until your classmates began to cheer. 'Is that really necessary...?' Iida and Kaminari rushed over and dragged you back to the group, both giving you high fives. Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple as he moved to check on Bakugou. The other students crowded around you, asking various questions. One girl with black hair stood off to the side, confliction evident on her features.

"Yo, you butchered him." A male individual with red hair exclaimed, walking to the front of the circle.

"Yeah, (Y/n)! When will he wake up?" Kaminari agreed with the red head, a perky grin complimenting his features.

"How overpowered can you be?" Another student sighed.

"It usually takes about three minutes, but he seemed worn out before he decided to pounce on me, so it might take ten, at most." You rolled your eyes at the memory, a migraine taking form.

"He seemed pretty lively to me..." A short boy with green and black hair pouted, worriedly glancing over at the blonde, all the while clutching his broken finger. Aizawa was hovered over Bakugou, tenderly checking his pulse.

The familiar heterochromatic male who stood in the back nodded in agreement, catching the attention of quite a few—primarily female—students. His eyes closed in slight annoyance, arms crossing against his torso. His presence seemed salient, which was probably why so many students noticed his movement. Even though the classes' attention had turned to him, he didn't say a word. You blinked rapidly as your eyes randomly began to water, head shaking slightly. There was something achingly nostalgic about him, but your mind couldn't reach it.

Aizawa cut in, walking toward the group. "I believe that we're done here for today. Please return to the classroom. (Y/n), see me in the teacher's lounge. We have a few things to discuss."

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look | empiricism

"Plus ultra!" Present Mic yelled from the presentation stage. You mumbled the catchphrase under your breath, promptly standing up and stretching. Before the two people in between you and the aisle could stand and block your way out, you crammed yourself in between their legs and the seat in front of them to leave.

A breath slipped through your lips as you stared up at the mock city in front of you in awe. It was fascinating how someone could re-build such a life-like structure year after another, its only purpose being destruction. Chatter rose from the examinees, triggering thoughts of disapproval from you. 'Why can't they just stretch in silence instead of catching up with friends?' A bitter taste settled in your mouth as you felt a pang inside of your chest. Were you jealous? Amiability and opportunity were always things you had been deprived of as a child, leaving many doors unopened. The only companion you had known as a youth was your adoptive brother, Woojin. There was a three year age gap, and he had entered U.A. when he was fifteen, just as you were about to.

The large gates creaked open, symbolizing one last burst of opportunity. This was a huge part of the test, and you would probably need to pass to enter the school. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the lump beginning to form in your throat before taking off into the structure, but god did you hate running. Flustered sounds came from the other potential students as they attempted to catch up to you. It was to no avail. Your speed didn't seem as impressive when you were alone, running in a large back yard. By the time anyone else had stepped foot in the city-scape, you had demolished the first five robots at the door, successfully racking up nine points.

Roughly nine minutes later, a loud creaking noise came from your left. Once you released the three-pointer suspended in the air, you turn over to see the infamous robot worth zero points, therefor none of your time was to be wasted on it. You had not kept track of the points acquired, but it was surely enough to pass based on your observations of the other students. Glancing back at the newly created rubble from the fragmented machine in front of you, you caught a glimpse of a girl entangled in debris. Directing your quirk at her, you envisioned another robot lifting up the zero-pointer. A bead of sweat rolled down your cheek as the artificial robot took physical form, pushing the other in your direction. Surprised noises came from the students on the other side, loud enough for you to hear in the back half of the exam area. The one created for the exam was lifted further into the air, lugged along by yours.

A figure shot up into the sky, rapidly gaining speed toward the zero pointer. Sighing, you continued pulling it in your direction in a more urgent manner. "People really do try to steal credit for others' work, just like in the books..."

Before the person could make contact with the machine, he began to fall. A fist had previously been poised in the position to punch the exam robot, but now his arms flapped helplessly in the wind as he nosed-dived toward the ground. A broken piece of a robot began to float beneath the large one that was now behind you, a girl with her hand outstretched sitting on top of it. His body looked weak. Utterly helpless, even. You almost felt pity, for a second. But you continued doing your job as a future hero and had your machine raise the robot higher in the air before dropping it, effectively crushing the piece of trash.

"And, stop!" The same booming voice from ten minutes before yelled through the microphone, drawing out the first word longer than necessary. The girl and boy were no where to be seen when you turned back to them. Letting out a loud, clipped sigh, you stood and dusted the dirt off of your knees. An old lady pushed her way through the crowd about one hundred feet in front of you, where the zero pointer originally was. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to what looked like the ground at your angle, but the boy who had attempted to punch the robot stood up from the space a few seconds later. Another whine left your lips as you began to walk in their direction. Your knees felt as though they were about to break, but walking was the only option, as you couldn't lift yourself off of the ground.

"Oh, it was you who made the second robot appear out of nowhere!" A boy with blue hair pointed in your direction, eagerly walking over to meet you by the old lady who identified as Recovery Girl. "I am Iida Tenya, I hope to make your acquaintance. I saw you run in when Present Mic told us that the time had started! Your speed is remarkable..." He let out a pant in jest.

"Thank you. That's a lot coming from someone with engines in his calves. I never thought it was that impressive until I saw how slow all of the other potential students were.... I suppose I overestimated the future generation of heroes." Your face was impassive at his open expression of shock. "I suggest you keep your face devoid of emotion when you encounter villains. You wouldn't want to give off too many of your feelings, correct?"

His eyes hardened at your words, seemingly taking in your advice. "It almost sounds as if you're a villain yourself... I will keep that in mind. Would you mind telling me your name?"

"Choi Yunseo, but I prefer being called '(Y/n)'. Japanese honorifics are unnecessary. I hope to see you in U.A."

"You as well, (Y/n)." Iida looked at you skeptically as you walked towards the exit of the city-scape. His thoughts drifted back and forth between you and his score, becoming more and more curious about you as the day continued.

"Hello, Young Choi! This is a projection!" All Might yelled on the wall, light shining out of a circular container. You winced at the surname he addressed you with, noting the fact that you would have to correct your instructors in person when you inevitably make it in. "You actually placed first in the entrance exam, both in the written and practical sections... And it seems that you've been home schooled? Well, you must have a very nice curriculum." The projection flashed to a board of scores, you in first with 70 villain points and 57 rescue points. Someone named "Bakugou Katsuki" was in second place. "You beat Young Bakugou by 50 whole points, Choi! Be ready for him to go off on the first day, though. I don't think you should tell him your name, for your own safety. Anyway, check the packet that carried the projectional device for more details. Good luck, Young Ch-"

You cut off the video before he could say your legal name once again. "Why was he admitted to a hero school if I'm going to be in danger for surpassing him in skill...?"

"Please take your feet off of the desk, Bakugou! It is disrespectful to our elders and the fine craftsman who built the desks solely for our usage." The first thing you witnessed in your high school career was Iida reprimanding another student, presumably named "Bakugou" for resting his feet on a desk. 'As in... that Bakugou?'

"Shut it, fuckface. What middle school are you even from?" The blonde boy replied, albeit harshly.

"I am from Somei Priva- oh, hello, (Y/n)! I see you made it in!" Iida turned his attention to your annoyed figure in the doorway.

"Hi, Iida. But... Bakugou, is it? Are you not the kid who placed second... behind me?" A smirk fell onto your cheeks as you let the tease slip out. By the once sentence you had heard him utter, it was made apparent that he would be interesting to pick at.

"Wait, so you're Yunseo? God, I thought I would have to wait until attendance to bash your fucking face in..." With the last few words, he made a few flashes of orange energy appear next to his head, standing up.

"Oh, so you have an explosive quirk? Good to know... By the way, you shouldn't threaten people when you're in the hero course. Nor should you reveal your abilities when around a potential opponent, not that I fall into that category." The smirk slid off of your face as you restored your usual, cool demeanor. Turning away from Bakugou, you turned to walk to a seat. "Also, I prefer being called '(Y/n)'."

"Huh? Should I really be taking advice from a whore?" A few whispers started up in the quiet classroom.

"Is that because you find my body appealing? If so, the feeling isn't mutual, babe." With that, you continued walking to an open seat in the back of the classroom, which happened to be near a student with heterochromatic eyes. Your eyes narrowed as a vague feeling of recognition washed over you, but no further thoughts were spared on the matter.

Iida's face resembled a peach, at that point. A burst of laughter snorted out of his nose, effectively gaining Bakugou's attention. The latter boy's eyes had been following you as you moved to the back of the room, plotting revenge.

"Bro, you just obliterated him. No pun intended." Another male student chuckled from behind your seat. "I'm Kaminari Denki, by the way. And you are?"

"(Y/n)." Turning around to Kaminari, you took note of his features. His blond hair was slightly long, a black zig-zag which seemed to resemble a lightning bolt in his bangs. A small, button nose rested in the middle of his face, golden eyes above it. He was attractive, but not too eye-catching. Good combination.

"That's cool. May I have your number? You're kinda cute." He shot a wink down at you, hands resting on the back of your seat.

You pulled out a piece of paper from your backpack and quickly jotted down your cell phone number, handing it back to the boy. "I don't use my phone that much, so you might be ignored."

His face fell slightly at the last comment, but it quickly restored it's earlier vibrancy. "'Aight, but what's your quirk? If you don't mind me asking..."

"Did you not hear me talking to Bakugou about how he shouldn't unnecessarily reveal his quirk? I tend to follow my own advice." Your head fell to the side in annoyance.

"Did I just hear my name?!" The explosive blonde screeched from his seat up in the front of the classroom.

"Yes, you did." You spoke passively, not moving your attention from Kaminari. "Anyway, you will probably have to wait and see what my quirk is from when we do some sort of... training? I'm not entirely sure how this school works, yet."

"Deal, as long as you explain afterwards." He stuck his hand out for you to shake. Your nose scrunched slightly at the gesture, but you reached over nonetheless.

"Haha, that would ruin its abilities." With that, he walked away. Then, the room went quiet.

"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down." A shaggy-haired man groaned at the doorway as he crawled out of a sleeping bag. "I'm Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher. I'm not going to waste time on learning your names, get dressed into your gym clothes and get outside to the grounds."

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look | indoctrination

It was rare to fall into the hands of a decent person when it comes to adoption. Because of this, horror stories based around molestation, abuse, and neglect have been woven into the minds of young children who are forced into the program, forever tainting and extinguishing their hopes of ending up with an actual, happy family. You, of course, had never wanted to make any conjectures and end up disappointed. Pessimism was the best way of life to go if one did not want to be let down. And that's how you adapted to your current (and only ever) home situation.

A flaring pain seared through your body as you were thrown to the ground, the air being effectively knocked out of you. The strong winds that had you on the ground in the first place receded, but what took their place was your guardian, ready to scold you for not holding off his attack.

"Holy shit, Yunseo, you're a failure. Woojin would be extremely disappointed... Speaking of him, your entrance exams are tomorrow. Maybe if you step up your game you'll be able to get in." Jinho topped off his scolding with a strong gust of wind, sending dirt into your face. Coughing into your elbow, you stood up and dusted yourself off, getting into a defensive stance.

Even though he spoke Japanese, he used Korean at home. You, on the other hand, spoke four languages fluently (including Korean, Japanese, English, and Mandarin), as your home curriculum was very difficult. It had been drilled into your mind since you had been adopted that there would always be people better than you, so you had to be at the top of your game 24/7. Of course, since you rarely left the house, the only people you had ever had verbal contact with in years were Jinho and his son, Woojin. As far as you knew, your conversation and human deduction skills were average, based off of the books you have read and the shows you have watched. But then again, you would only be able to tell for sure once you met the other students you would likely be going to high school with.

Another strong blow of wind hit you, knocking you off of your feet. One of your weak points was dodging, so you usually had to use something as a shield. Shields don't do much against an air manipulation quirk unless it's big, so you needed to formulate a new plan you haven't used against him in the past eight years of him being your trainer and "father figure"

Your quirk was artificial animation, which was proven to be pretty useful when you understood how to use it. Essentially, you could make an abstract animation of something and it would become physically there if the target believed that it was real. Bear in mind that no one except the person meant to be effected could see it, including you. Looking at the benefits during combat, your strong suit was long distance, as your quirk could work well without you needing to be nearby. A soundless chuckle shook your body as you remembered the strategy you had thought of the night before.

Bolting across the yard, you crouched behind the nearest tree for cover as you thought up an intimidating form. Soon enough, you turned to look at Jinho, quirk latching onto his eyes. He blinked rapidly, breathing out what seemed like a curse after looking to his right.

Judging by the tremor that visibly shook his body, your plan could now be put into action. Over the years, your physical aptitude had improved to the point where you were nearly superhuman (technically, you were, but that isn't the point). Your speed was outstanding, as you made it to him—who was approximately 28 yards away—in 3 seconds. He had barely caught his breath before you were upon him, a knee between his legs and a hand flexed an inch away from his carotid artery. He croaked out a weak, "I give". You moved off of him, looking up at the sun. It had faded mostly over the horizon, signifying that it was time to go inside. The two of you only practiced in the dark on Thursdays. You looked back to him with a cold gaze which had gradually turned into your neutral facial expression. He nodded, letting you know that you could go inside.

A click sounded as the light flicked off. All of the lights in the house were automatically turned off at ten, but they could be turned back on manually. The darkness of your bedroom was calming, though, so you made no effort to turn it back on. The dim light from your phone screen lit up your room decently enough if you needed to see anything, but what you had your attention focused on at that time was the music video for Come See Me by AOA. 'God, Seolhyun is so hot... wait, my gay is showing.' You thought, shaking your head at yourself. 'Wait. Entrance exam in a few hours. Fuck.'

A side-effect of your quirk was dreams. The next time you go to sleep after using it, you would be the target of your quirk. In other words, you would be in the place of the person who had been your victim during the day. Their emotions would be yours, and the entire scene would play out in their perspective. During training, the animation you had conjured was something brought out of a horror movie, and that wasn't exactly what one would enjoy dreaming about. At the thought of seeing that in your face, a shudder rolled down your spine.

With a heavy heart, you reached up to the charger above your head and plugged in your phone. Knowing Jinho, he would probably wake you up around five to get extra practice, so sleep was necessary now, even if a nightmare was the only thing in store.

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look | prologue. antedecent

       It was rare for everything to go according to plan. Screams from various locations piled on top of each other and the panic in his mind blurred the thoughts that should have been occurring. The cries and yells coming from the rest of the hospital had woken his wife from her post-labor slumber. Once a vague theory about what could have possibly been going on finished formulating in his mind, his hand rested on hers as a means of comfort.

  "What's going on?" She quietly asked, eyes still drooping. Instead of answering, his thoughts turned to how to escape without damage to his child and love. Based on the likely outcomes going through his mind, that was easier said than done.

  Panic set in once more as he realized that it would be unlikely that she would be able to make it out alive in her still-weak state. A nurse busted through the door with tousled hair and a distressed expression etched through her features as his thoughts continued leading to more non-ideal outcomes that shook his mind to the point where tears streamed down his face.

  "I'm sorry, but we have to evacuate. There... there has been a villain attack!" The woman scrambled out of the room as soon as her message was conveyed. He scoffed at the young woman's choice of action, but he also felt a slight urge to do the same and leave his wife to fend for herself. A feeling of disgust washed over his body, reflecting onto his face. His wife looked up at him from the bed and began to sit up and pull out the IVs in her veins. He began to move over to the side table to grab gauze, but he had only succeeded in making 2 long strides before the door once more busted open, this time a not-so-friendly face sliding through to look at him.

  A person resembling an over-sized lizard, with scales grown against his face and a long tail trailing behind his short form crept into the chamber. A forked, snake-like tongue shot out of his mouth to taste the air, his disturbing smirk turning into a menacing gesture.

  His wife was used to seeing villains at this point, but she still had to hold back a whimper at the sight. Her hand made a clapping sound as it slammed against her mouth, the sound bringing a slight sting with it. The villain turned toward her, the smirk on his face only growing larger as he carried out his decision to approach her.

  The man hardened his gaze at the sight, quickly turning back to step in between them. Of course, he hadn't been fast enough and he stood at the foot of the hospital bed as the other man unsheathed a knife and held it to his wife's pale neck.

  "I see you're a father now." He commented, sarcasm dripping through his small mouth.

  "Shut it, you toad." He snapped back, attempting to mask his fear with harsh words

  "First of all, I am a human. And secondly, I don't think you're in the position to use that kind of language, Gas Mask. I could," He paused, sinking the cold metal into her skin, blood dripping out at a concerning rate. "just slide this knife along our dear Jihye's pretty, pretty neck." He paused, savoring the mans reaction before flicking his wrist. "Oops, already did."

  He stood in silence as the knife sliced through her carotid arteries. Internally, though, he was feeling a pain similar to what she may have been. Maybe that was why the knife had suddenly flown out of the lizard man's hand and into his own throat.

  Once he dropped to the ground, spluttering up thick, red liquid, he rushed over to his wife's side and pulled her hand into his. She had fallen backward onto the bed, pillows rapidly turning crimson. She stared at his face, blood leaking out of her mouth as she attempted to speak. Her tries were to no avail as she sputtered out her last breaths. His eyes leaked at the sight of the love of his life in such a vulnerable state. Soon enough, her chest stopped rising and falling, and the realization that the person who meant the most to him had then left the world soaked in.

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Look. [bnha!various x reader]

Ever since being adopted at the age of three, being a hero had been the path your father put you on. It wasn't like it was your dream. In fact, you had never had a dream to chase. But maybe you could assist others in fulfilling their own, and possibly bring yourself up in the process. Then again, that is only possible if they believe.

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