Chapter Text
Third person POV
"Good morning, young boss," the greetings of black-suited men repeated as (Y/n) made their way to the bathroom. Typically, (Y/n) would ignore their salutes and continue on, but today was a special day.
"Good morning, everyone," (Y/n) answered all of the salutes before swinging themselves into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, they let the warm water run through their hair while their minds imagined the expectations for what was going to come in her new school.
(Y/n) received an invitation letter to a test for recommended candidates before enrolling in the top hero school, U.A. High. To their boredom, it was easy. It was so easy for them that they yawned every few seconds they were there. They got accepted, and today will be their first day in the prestigious hero academia.
After getting their hair done, they hurriedly went to the dining room, having a sense that their parents were waiting for breakfast as the maids usually do.
"(Y/n), it seems like this is your first day of High School," the father says in his usual calm tone, which improves (Y/n)'s mood.
"Yes, and I cannot wait to make friends," they sat next to their father and smiled cheerfully as they leaned into their seat. (Y/n) has always looked up to their father, Underground Pro Hero, who works at night protecting civilians in the dark without any fame tainting his mind. To them, any person who does good, hide their doings and do not need recognition is a hero. They turned their attention to their mother sitting before them, frowning once they saw the madam’s condition.
"Mother, have you slept? You could have just gone to bed earlier, at least now you’ll havea clearer mind," the mother smiled weakly at her child's nagging.
"It's for the sake of the Shimohira family," the mother chuckled. (Y/n) 's mother is the main leader of the mafia organization, having been passed down from generation to generation. Despite working together with her husband, she's usually the one who does most of the work. She’ll organize allies and research new products.
The family continues to talk until a line of maids come in to prepare their breakfast. (Y/n) noticed that there was a new maid, walking quite sluggishly and looks to be anxious.
The maid accidentally spilled some tea on (Y/n)’s clothes when she was pouring tea. (Y/n) winced from the sudden heat which made the maid fluster; just as she apologized, (Y/n) quickly held the maid's hand and pointed their index finger to her lips, signalling her to quiet.
Like magic, the stains on their clothes separated and levitated back inside the teacup. (Y/n) then whispered to her, "It's my quirk, don't worry," winking at the new maid before telling her to go.
(Y/n) has a quirk called 'Atom Manipulation,' which enables them to control and change any animate and inanimate object at their will as long as it's in their view. They're proud of it since it's a perfect combination of their parents' quirk, where their father can control any object smaller than his body, and their mother's microscopic and telescopic view.
The setback is that (Y/n) is blind.
The quirk forces them to have an atomic view at all times; they have never seen what the world looks like. But with that sense gone, their other senses are much more sensitive, and they have trained throughout middle school so that the lack of sight won't interrupt their daily life.
After finishing breakfast with kisses and goodbyes from their parents, they went to the assigned car, ready to deliver them to U.A. High. Getting in, the floral lavender scent made them smile at the female driver, feeling lucky.
"Thank heavens it's you, Azumi." Their guard, who is the closest to them, was assigned to send them to school.
Usually in Mafia tradition, (Y/n) was supposed to hear old traditional Japanese songs but Azumi, who knew them well, decided to change the radio. (Y/n) immediately fangirls, "Oh my Gosh, this song is the best! Their voices, oh, it feels like years since I’ve last heard them. I also heard they're going to release a new album next month. I can’t wait! " they sang the lyrics, showing their playful side, making Azumi smile.
"Young boss, you don't need to be so formal in front of your parents. They are your parents, not guests," the car stopped in front of the gates. “ I know! But I must look cool for the mafia!" they exclaimed as they shut the door, facing the large school gates.
"Hehe, I just hope my class is not too insane," they whispered before entering the building.