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You always knew something wasn’t right. A shoe that was a shy too tight. A grain of sand that messed up the balance of a scale. A body and a mind that was yours, but at the same time, was it truly yours? Something just wasn’t right.

So maybe that’s what led you to this place. An open landscape where the sky met the sea. A low tide that mirrored its kin above. 

You stood there, in that place. Watched a ball of color, iridescent in all of its technicolor shiftiness, race down towards you from the very sky that seemed so clear for once. 

You took a breath. 

One moment you were there and the next you weren’t. 

You woke up with another breath. Eyes tired and moving. 

Hearing the beeps of a vitals monitor, you glanced around. Your mind slowly processed this new environment. The air here felt a little different. 

You didn’t know where you were, but it wasn’t before, and well… that’s all that mattered. At least for now. 

This body felt a little lighter, a little more comfortable; a little more you . So perhaps you could stay a bit longer; maybe you could even stay forever. 

Yeah, that would be nice.

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You fell asleep after that revelation. Something definitely happened when you connected with that bright ball of energy - or maybe it was a cloud, even a shooting star? Maybe this was your secret wish finally coming to life? 

As you slept, your brain jumbled with scenarios and hummed with energy. You could hear people, sometimes feel them. Chaotic whispers, flips of paper, a hand caressing stray hairs on your forehead. The latter felt like home; something you never had. A hopeful dream. 

You woke up when the sky reached its highest point. A blaze of yellow that you could no longer ignore. The people were gone, well that’s what you believed until a nurse dressed in pink peeked in.

You looked at her, mouth slightly a-gap.

“Is it Halloween?” you meant it jokingly. Why else would a woman have a unicorn horn slapped upon her head? 

The nurse laughed and shrugged off your question, “Fujisaki-san, I’m glad to see you awake. You gave us quite a scare this time. How are you?”

Your mind whispered a name for the person before you, offering a brief snapshot of the past. You knew her, but at the same time, you didn’t.

You didn't bother answering her question, instead prioritized your own. 

“Watanabe-san?” the nurse hummed in acknowledgment as she looked over your vitals, “where am I?” 

That question stopped her. “Excuse me?”

You stared at her, well more so her horn. “Where am I?” and who am I? You wanted to add, but from the look on Watanabe-san’s face that one question was enough. 

“You’re in the cognitive ward of Musutafu General Hospital… please wait a moment while I get a doctor.” 

You could tell the nurse was frantic even though her words were steady. Watanabe-san wasn’t good at shielding the emotions in her eyes. She never was, your mind whispered once again. 

You quickly decided to not pay those words any mind, thank you very much. Even if you wanted to, you didn't get the chance as the doctor quickly strolled in. 

While you knew it was impolite, you couldn’t help but marvel at his inky blue skin freckled with neon dots of a lighter shade nor his sky blue hair. You quickly realized that this wasn’t before and that “before” was rapidly becoming a distant memory. One that was getting harder and harder to locate and remember. 

“Hello, Fujisaki-san. I'm Dr. Harada. Do you mind answering a few questions for me?” His voice was deep and calming. 

“I can try,” you said, still mesmerized by this new shift in reality. 

He smiled slightly, eyes concerned. “That’s all I ask.” 

“Full name?” 

The first question and you were already failing. 

You glanced to the side, wondering how to answer the unnaturally hard question. Where was that voice when you needed it? You thought, biting your lip harshly and clenching your eyes closed. 

Sensing your inner panic, the doctor quickly answered his own question. “Your name is Fujisaki [First Name]. Fujisaki is your last name and [Name] is your first.” 

Ah, that did not ring a bell. 

Maybe that had been your name before or maybe it wasn’t something else entirely. Regardless though, you would take it. It sounded pretty enough and well… you honestly had nothing else to compare it to. 

A deep warped wrinkle appeared in the middle of Dr. Harada’s furrowed eyebrows as he watched you process the unfamiliar name. 

A minute after observing you, he continued to speak while scribbling on his papers. “Do you know your age?”

All you could offer him was a sheepish shrug and grin. 

The questions continued, all of them answered with various forms of “I don’t know”. Each one causing more strain to appear on the two adults' faces. 

By the end of it, Dr. Harada decided it was better to call your mother. He needed to discuss whatever this was to both of you. 

Maybe you should have been more concerned with what needed to be discussed. Too bad the word “mother” put you in another state of shock. Your hands clenched the tan cotton blanket draped on your lower half. Mother, mother; a mother.  

You don’t believe you ever had one of those.

An hour later you met the woman, your so-called mother. She appeared as the door crashed open, banging into the wall with furious might. Her periwinkle colored eyes were frantic with worry, searching the room until they fell onto you.

Her eyes glazed over, but the tears refused to fall. She quickly moved towards you and gave you a hug. You didn’t know what to think of her. 

The hug was tight; you’d rather not think of how much it felt like home. Her long shiny black hair tickled your nose as you breathed in her scent.

She smells like cherry blossoms, you thought. Though you didn’t hug the woman back, you couldn’t help but relish the warmth coming from the one-sided action. 

The older woman quickly unwrapped her arms and grabbed your face. Flipping it from one side to the other, she searched for something. Though you didn’t know what. 

Before she or you could even say a word, Dr. Harada strolled in along with the nurse. You didn't even notice them leaving before, too caught up with the revelations of this new reality.

The door lightly shut behind them.

“Um hello, Fujisaki-san. Thank you for coming so quickly. I’d like to cut to the chase. Fujisaki-chan seems to have a case of amnesia. She-“, the doctor began. 

“What do you mean?” The frantic eyes quickly appeared freshly anew as her hands tightly clutched around your own. 

“While this isn’t the first time Fujisaki-chan has entered this ward,” there was a lot to unpack there. A lot of things to unpack in general. That explained why you seemed to know the nurse. “It seems that this visit is a lot worse. You said you found her comatose on her bed?”

“Yes, I-I walked in after hearing her alarm go off for 10 minutes. She was just… she was just lying there,” this black-haired woman, you wouldn’t call her mother because what even was that, sniffled, her voice constantly wavering. Her hand had somehow gotten tighter. “She was breathing but she just wouldn’t wake up. I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it, but I knew this wasn’t like the other incidents.”

So this had happened before. However, that didn’t answer the question of how you got from… you couldn’t remember where but it wasn’t in a house like this woman was suggesting.

You wanted to point that out, but suddenly your tongue felt like lead. The weight of it even heavier than before. You decided to keep silent.

“It seems like her quirk jumbled some of her memories up… I would like for her to stay for a bit in order to conduct a few more tests, but that is up to you and Fujisaki-chan,” You could tell by the doctor’s face that he was at a loss regarding how to continue. He didn't have the answers and naturally, you didn’t either. Not at this time nor in this state. 

But for once, you knew the correct thing to say. “I think… I think I’d like that.” 

Maybe you too could get answers.

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The answers you received only showed half the picture. This scenario, no this world, that you now lived in was so complex that you doubted any answer could fully explain your situation. 

You were now Fujisaki [Name]. Fourteen years old. You had a mother and a brother; your father was long dead since you were two. 

The black-haired woman, your mind kept going back and forth about calling her that word, filled in the rest. Told you about experiences you had no knowledge of, your likes, and dislikes. Ultimately, nothing rang a bell and while you didn’t have the heart to tell her this, your face did all of the talking. With each lack of recognition, the woman’s face crumpled. While her face seemed to be built for joy, misery seemed to be the only tenant. 

You wondered why that sight made your heartache. 

Since the beginning of the tests and questions, your face held a permanent frown. You didn’t have to look at the mirror in your room to see it. That expression only hardened with each question and test that came back with no answer. 

While you made the decision to not comment on who you really were, that did little to prevent the headache that was swiftly approaching with every dead-end related to your new existence. It seemed that whoever lived in this body before did a doozy. 

The Doctors’ were stumped. While you wanted to continue with tests, because something had to make sense in this world, Dr. Harada suggested otherwise. Very quickly and very noticeably, the blue doctor was getting tired of his colleagues’ weird sparkly eyes that appeared when they reached another dead-end. It seemed like you were their new test subject for the hypotheses of their dreams. 

Your case was simply unexplainable. No traumatic injury, no internal damage; nothing that they could pinpoint that would result in your weird state. 

You were in the same boat of perplexion, but for different reasons. You didn’t know where you came from, but surely it couldn’t have been from here. This place where people can have every skin color under the rainbow, can breathe fire, and create somethings out of nothings. 

This society called them quirks. 

If they were good enough, the doctors you met were particularly ecstatic to discuss this part, those people could be heroes. In the life you could hardly remember now, these people wouldn’t exist outside of fiction. 

As the day passed and each hour ticked by, Before became more and more like a dream to you. The surroundings around you quickly overlapping and overtaking memories that would have explained how you got to point A to point B. 

You had hoped that the tests would unlock something. In the end, they didn’t. 

So here you were, riding to wherever in the car with a woman you hardly knew. But you do know her, your mind whispered.

Yeah, no you didn’t. 

You may have looked like Fujisaki [Name] but you weren’t. You were simply an imposter in a body that strangely fit. This body may have been better than the last, but it wasn’t perfect. Something was missing, but you didn’t have the courage to figure out what that missing part was. 

“[Name] when we get home, I’ll make you your favorite meal. Okay?” The black-haired woman’s voice was cheerful. Her eyes, though rimmed with red, gleamed with sadness and hopefulness. 

It was getting dark and early evening was approaching. The red stoplight illuminated the emotions in the woman’s eyes in a way that ensured you could not look at them for more than a second. 

You glanced ahead at the cars in front of you, the words coming out before you could process them, “Ebi fry sandwich?” 

You couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her. Something told you that you were in for a treat. 

She sucked in a breath and her eyes lit up. Her smile appeared like the first hint of sun on a dreary winter day. You could see light in that smile; a warm fireplace and laughter. Home. A place that you always wished for, but never received. 

For the first time, you wondered about your own appearance. Would you have the same smile as her? Would you be just as radiant? 

That moment quickly passed as the bluish-green light turned on. But the feeling lingered. In the woman’s energetic hums, her tapping fingers on the wheel, and your very own face where a noticeable change took place. You touched the two sides of your upturned mouth in awe. 

This brand new world with all of its undiscovered emotions and potential was one that you would like to explore a bit longer. You wanted more experiences like this. Slabs of color in your grey monochromatic existence. You hoped the true owner of this body would understand. 

A voice in your head said that she would, but you ignored its spiritual wisdom. Of course she’d understand because she was you. 

Like the word mother, you pushed it to the back of your mind. There was a time and place to unpack those whispers but not now. 

The rest of the ride was silent, but no longer held the awkward air of two strangers meeting for the first time. There was a lingering warmth that, in a blink of an eye, seemed to wipe away the stifling residual nature from before. It was nice and for once you felt at peace. You wondered how long it would last. 

It ultimately didn’t last long at all. 

When you arrived at the cream-colored two-story residence, you had hoped that you could eat and get some rest. The ebi fry sandwich was calling your name and while you were cautious about the near future, something inside of you was eager and pushed you towards your new life. 

You had decided to trust that small yet building feeling, but with the sight of a pink-haired teenager in the door, you quickly changed your mind. Like a bright colored frog, his appearance raised alarms in your head. Feelings and shrimp be damned. 

“[N-n-n-n-name],” the comically big tears flowed down his face. 

It was as fascinating as it was disgusting. How could so much water flow from a single person? 

“Big brother missed you so much! I couldn’t believe it when mom told me! This is why I told you to take your vitamins and do breathing exercises!” 

As if that had anything to do with my situation, you thought, already overwhelmed by the boy in front of you. 

“Hello,” you kept it simple. You didn’t want to engage with the boy in front of you. Glancing at the woman next to you, you hoped for her aid or at least some guidance. 

The chuckle she gave you did nothing for your situation and you pursed your lips, side eyeing her and the situation altogether. You were tired. 

As you opened your mouth to command the boy in front to move, the woman quickly interfered. 

“Now, now, give your sister some space Hayato,” her stern tone was quickly overridden by her endless giggles. You refused to think about how, like her smile, they gave you a sense of contentment. It was obvious that she wasn’t taking your current situation seriously. However, the pest needed to be quickly dealt with. 

“[Name]’s been through a lot so why don’t I make you guys some dinner and we can discuss everything,” her tone was final as she walked into the house. You quickly followed behind her, becoming more and more annoyed with every dramatic whimper from the trailing person behind you. This body was fine, there was no need for the extensive waterworks.

Unknowingly you were led to the open kitchen and living room. As the woman moved to the kitchen, she pointed to the plush grey couch in front of a television.

“[Name] sit down and rest. Dinner will be done shortly.” She dropped her bag on the marbled table separating the two rooms and walked into the kitchen. “Why don’t you talk to your brother? It may trigger something!” Her tone was hopeful, but the despaired cry your so-called brother gave ruined the moment.

The boy in question quickly flipped his head from right to left, glancing from you to your mother, no that woman, rapidly. It would have been comical if you weren’t already over his presence. 

“W-w-w-whaaaaat!” In hindsight, you wished you were quicker. Maybe you could have stopped what happened next, but the ungodly demonic shriek put you in a state of shock and disbelief.  

Grabbing the front of your shirt, he shook you with gusto. Lying limp in his hands, you decided to just take it. Something told you to just let him be when he was like this. For the second time, you listened to that feeling. 

Once again, the woman was not any help. Stopping to laugh at the situation in front of her, she quickly updated Hayato on your state. This led to more wails, shakes, and an even more irritated you. The stale face you gave her only led to more laughter as she pulled out ingredients for dinner. 

It seemed like you had no allies in this house. 

After that debacle, you proceeded to sit on one end of the couch and demanded that the bother sit on the other side. Of course that wasn’t followed and for the next hour, you watched television while the pest sniffled on your shoulder. 

Shouldn’t I be the one comforted? Your eye twitched as you suppressed the urge to grab him by his hair and fling him to the other side of the sofa. Maybe you would have appreciated his worry more if it didn’t come packaged with overdramatic antics. That seemed to be what triggered your superficial and not so serious annoyance. The boy was like a gnat, annoying, but you could live with it for now. 

When dinner was ready, you harshly pushed Hayato onto the floor. He flung himself dramatically, flailing his arms back and forth, once again making those wretched noises. 

“[Naaaaaaaammee] why must you treat me like this! Even in your delicate state, you still treat big brother so harshly,” he whined pitifully. 

You paid him no mind and left him on the floor. 

The food on the table was simple, but the aromas made your mouth water. You didn’t think you ever had a meal this appetizing. While you could no longer bring up past memories from before without concentrating, you knew that nothing could ever compare. Even with Hayato’s annoying voice, life here seemed to be much better. 

Again, you hoped that the previous owner of this body would understand. It was her fault anyway and with that in mind, you quickly decided to be content in your innate selfishness. 

Due to Hayato’s personality and your mother’s perseverance, dinner was a talkative affair. The dark-skinned woman pushed you to have extras of the miso soup, salad, and ebi fry sandwiches. Who were you to stop her? Not when the feeling of bliss filled your very being from being doted on. 

“[Name]! We’ll have your memories back in no time; just you wait!” Hayato lifted his sandwich in the air, pieces of shrimp and egg falling down on his plate. His cheeks puffed up with food. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full please,” your mother looked at Hayato exasperated. It was a normal sight in the household, but that was life when you had a rambunctious sixteen year old. You didn’t question how you automatically knew the teenager’s age. It came almost naturally and you didn’t feel like looking into it any more deeply. Not tonight when the atmosphere of the house was so wonderfully filled with light and happiness. 

The night’s aura lasted like this with Hayato’s loud mouth and your mother’s light-hearted chatter. At one point you ended up back on the firm grey couch, head nodding and eyes droopy. It had been a long day and while you still didn’t get a lot of answers, you already made up your mind to stay. Even with the boy’s irritating mouth. 

In an almost unconscious state, you felt yourself be picked up. It was hard keeping your eyes open, but you were able to catch glimpses of the warm house that seemed to have a mixture of bright and neutral tones that perfectly balanced the family’s personalities. You promised yourself to explore a bit tomorrow. If you were here tomorrow. 

Someone, you assumed it was Hayato because of his gleeful snickers, laid you on your bed and poked your cheeks. A softer hand, this time your mother, patted you on the head and kissed your cheek. You quickly realized that it was the same hand from your first night in the hospital. You wondered how so much love could be transferred from one touch. 

A blanket was draped over your body and you snuggled down. You heard Hayato’s whimpers and feet being drug across your floor. Your mother must have gotten tired of his antics. 

When you heard the door close, you opened your eyes. You quickly noticed the great view of the moon from the window next to your bed. You wondered how many days the past owner of your body stayed up just watching the mesmerizing white crater. Was she watching the same moon as you were right now?

You pondered how she could leave all of this behind. But alas you were a selfish girl and selfishly you realized that another person’s trash was now your treasure. 

You laid back on the white sheets and re-wrapped yourself in the purple blanket filled with stars, moons, and rabbits.  It was only then did you realize just how much this body’s innate emotions and reactions meshed with your own. During many points of the day, you honestly didn’t know where the owner’s thoughts ended and where yours began. 

You didn’t know why you were brought into this world, but you wouldn’t take it for granted. It would be yours until the universe spat you back out to the hell hole you were conjured from. You didn’t want to think about how lonely that would be now that you got a taste of heaven’s ambrosia. 

Bringing the blanket up to your nose, you breathed deeply and closed your eyes. This would be the first, but it wouldn’t be the last time such thoughts raced through your head. But for now, it was enough existential thinking. With warmth in your mind, belly, and most importantly your heart, you went to sleep.

...If only Hayato would stop his incessant cries from losing back to back video games. You would deal with him tomorrow. Swiftly.

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The next morning began with Hayato running around and slamming his bedroom door. Apparently, he was very late for school, if you took his screams for truth, and was now pleading with your mother to stay home. You didn’t know how the past owner of this body dealt with his theatrics every day. One day was enough for you, but for some reason, you knew that you would greatly miss them if they were to ever cease. You wondered if they would miss you too if you ceased to exist as well. 

Shaking off the heavy thoughts, you flailed on your bed and ended up in a starfish position. This was real and would be your current reality from this day forth. You would make the best of it. 

Blowing a stray magenta hair from your eyes, you wondered what this day would bring. You weren’t due for a follow-up visit to the hospital until next week and according to your mother, your school had given you extended time off due to the incident. You would be left to your own devices for the foreseeable future. 

Quickly getting tired of Hayato’s thumps and wails, you turned over and wrapped your plush white pillow around your ears. 

Nah, this boy has to die today. Scrunching your eyes closed, you tried your best to go back to sleep as thoughts of murder lingered in your head. Maybe peace would greet you when you woke up again.

Of course, that was only a hopeful wish. Hayato soon busted in your room with all of the glee of a psychotic villain.

“[Naaaaaammmmmeeeee]!” The coo of his voice sent cold shivers rushing down your back and you prayed for your mental state. Dragging your blanket up, you proceeded to cover your entire body with it in the hopes that he would leave you alone. 

Naturally, that didn’t happen. Instead, you ended up in a great battle of blanket tug of war that resulted in Hayato once again crying as he grasped the new lump on his head. I’m tired of him. 

Leaving him once again, and you made sure to step on his back as he fake cried on the ground, you headed downstairs to greet the black-haired woman that looked so much like you and Hayato. It seemed like the owner of this body and Hayato took more from your, no their mother, than their father. At least that’s what you believed, but you hadn’t seen a single picture of the man to say otherwise. 

Twelve years later after his death, it seemed like the hurt still hadn’t stopped festering. You held no feelings towards the dead man, but you could relate to the family’s feeling of pain. Before was filled with painful memories that you were glad to be getting rid of. You hoped that soon enough you wouldn’t remember that time at all.  

“Good Morning,” you said walking into the dining room. You yawned and rubbed the last bit of sleep from your eyes. You had woken up energized, but your fight with Hayato quickly drained it away. You had no idea how he kept his energy up. 

“Good Morning [Name]! Did you sleep well?” Once again her smile blinded you and warmth wrapped around your heart. Her voice was careful but affectionate. Her eyes full of questions of your state of being. A mother through and through. 

“Uh-huh!” The chirpiness in your voice allowed you to see a wider smile on the dark-skinned woman’s face. Even in the realm of quirks, you could tell she was a foreigner. You wondered how she ended up in this country, but quickly shoved the thought aside. It was a question for another time and place. 

“What’s for breakfast?” You were curious about your second meal in this world. For some reason, your mouth was watering for miso soup and jasmine rice.

“I decided to be fair and make Hayato’s favorite since I made your’s last night!” You pouted at her words. That loser didn’t deserve a damn thing. 

She chucked at your expression. “Now, now, don’t be like that. You and I both know that we wouldn’t hear the end of it if Haya thought I was favoring you.” 

You only looked at her with a deadpan stare. Who cared about ding-dong’s feelings. 

Regardless of your thoughts, you weren’t the type to deny yourself food. With a huff for show, you ignored your mother’s laugh geared towards your actions and sat down. The food smelled delicious. You could already taste the steamy pancakes, cheesy eggs, and crunchy American bacon. 

These foods were usually reserved for lazy Sundays, but the circumstances dictated otherwise. Who were you to stop this sort of coddling? The owner wasn’t here to enjoy it so you had to do so in her place. It was only right that you did so. 

“Hayato! Come eat!” Your mother yelled looking up at the ceiling. 

“Now why did you do that?” your sarcastic question was met with a “shush” as Hayato waltzed his way in. Hearing your question, the big baby stuck his tongue out and proceeded to tell an exaggerated story of how he fought for his life from the evil hands of [Name]. 

You let him have his moment and watched him stuff himself with the buttery eggs. Waiting for the right moment where your mother turned around to grab the orange juice, you proceeded to jab him in the stomach. 

He wheezed and spit out his food. 

“Hayato!” 

“She hit me!” 

Smiling you forked another pancake triangle in your mouth. The revenge tasted sweeter. 

Breakfast was a quick affair once again filled with laughter and jokes galore. Your mother had reiterated your need to rest and finally gave Hayato permission to skip school. 

“Just this once,” she said menacingly. She pointed one of her acrylic nails in his face. Naturally, he paid her no mind. He had the face of a cat who caught the mouse and the canary. Her covert threat to stay put or else wouldn’t dull his mood. 

You and your brother followed her out as she stopped at the blue front door reminiscent of the eye color you three shared. You both watched her as she slipped on her black heels and put her black coat on. With kisses and waves, she left and you were stuck with the biggest menace to society. 

Sensing doom, you turned around and began a sprint upstairs. Of course, you were too late. Hayato grabbed the back of your shirt and dragged you back kicking and screaming. Avoiding all of your petty hits, he began his march to the living room.

Plopping you down on the couch, he sat on the table in front of you. 

“Now [Name], you really don’t think that we’re going to follow mom’s orders right? Riiiigggghhttt?” His sing-song voice was stuff made from nightmares and you once again prayed to God to have mercy. 

“Yeah we are, you freak,” you half-heartedly sneered at him. 

Ignoring you, he pulled out his phone from God knows where and proceeded to whisper the introduction of his plan of action. 

“Why are you whispering? There’s no one here besides us idiot.”

“Shut up, you're ruining the mood.”

“Your face is ruining the mood.”

He huffed with a snooty air, “I guess I have to be the adult here - per usual!” You highly doubted that was ever the case. 

Continuing without any disregard for your sanity, Hayato finally went into the actual plan, “I love you and all [Name], but I know you’re going to be just fine.” He ignored your whispered profanities towards his statement and proceeded. “You know what you need? Fresh air! The freshness of the great outdoors and by that, I mean taking a short trip so I can buy the new Call of Duty.”

You had no idea what that even was, but you knew your answer. Looking at him with death in your eyes, you said a short, “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Yes,” at your mistake you fell into mental anguish. The cheers of your brother providing a soundtrack to your deep despair. 

The fucker had one this round, but not the war. 

You quickly ended up on a train to downtown Musutafu. It was still early April and dew hung in the air, but you could tell that it would be a nice sunny day. 

Looking around, you tried to take it all in. Even with your decision to stay last night, you didn’t know how long you actually had in this world. But you would be damned if you didn’t make the best of it, even if that meant dealing with your brother for more than five minutes. 

You still weren’t over your brutal defeat over a dumb trick. You felt your eye twitch just thinking about it. 

Speaking of the devil himself, he poked you to get your attention. “[Name], we might even spot that new Sailor Moon movie you’ve been wanting. If I eat, you eat - capisce? As long as you don’t tell mom.” Who in the world was Sailor Moon?

At your confused stare, Hayato’s poking slowed and his eyes became gentler. “Nevermind, I’ll just get it and we can watch it when you get home.” 

There was a layer of sadness that draped itself woefully on his statement. Your stomach dropped at his sentence and melancholic look. 

You harshly bit your lip and avoided his eyes; you didn’t want to think about how his sadness prompted yours. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Your nails pinched both your jeans and the skin on your thighs. You wouldn’t be surprised if you made yourself bleed. 

The awkward air that commenced would have lingered even more if it weren’t for the mumbles of a green-haired boy in front of you. You had no idea what he was talking about, you assumed he was cramming for a test based on his student uniform, but you were thankful for him for shattering the mood. 

But honestly what the fuck? You thought as you became more and more creeped out by his mumbles that sounded more like demonic whispers than the sounds of a cramming student.

You and your brother both proceeded to glance at each other with the same “what the hell?” face. You weren’t the only ones trying to figure out what was going on. People on the train quickly took a couple of steps back from the mumbling boy so in his head. Luckily your stop was the next one.

When the train came to a stop, you both grabbed your bags and hightailed it out of there. Stepping out of the train, you couldn’t help but chortle. Covering your mouth, a large guffaw erupted. Nah what the hell was that? You could hear your brother asking that same question out loud while trying to stop his own laughter.

You both laughed your way up the escalator and into the busy streets of downtown Musutafu. 

For once you voluntarily let your brother grab your hand and drag you around. This world… was truly exciting. It was a world straight out of a comic book, but once again you reminded yourself of its realness and that it was yours for the foreseeable future. 

It had all the sights and sounds of an ordinary city, but at the same time was so extraordinarily different. Your eyes gleamed as you flicked your head all around. Your mouth wide open as the excitement of the bustling city penetrated your very core. While there were tons of people in the area none of them seemed to bump into each other, an organized dance. You made sure to do your part, but you couldn’t help but glance up at the mile-high skyscrapers.

The aromas of yakitori and takoyaki filled your nose and made your stomach grumble. On your left side, you spotted a pink and white crepe shop with a logo of a dancing strawberry. The cuteness drew you in and you became determined to visit it once Hayato bought his game.

You barely noticed your brother glancing back at you. His gentle eyes crinkling at your child-like wonder. 

After fifteen minutes of walking and gawking on your end, you two arrived at a small, but bustling shop. It would have been nice to see what was inside if only there hadn’t been an enormous crowd fighting to get inside. 

The two of you stopped on the outskirts and you looked at him sideways. Hayato was chuckling, rubbing the back of his head. How could we possibly get in there?

“Hey now - don’t be like that - hehe,” he tried to calm you as you turned to glare at him. Chills fell down his entire back as he saw his imminent death in your eyes. “I didn’t realize it would be this crowded on opening day - normally gramps doesn’t have that many people.” 

He cheesed a stupid grin at you as if his words would make this situation any better. Hayato had said nothing about opening day. You knew he left that out on purpose. If you had known, you would have gone back up to your room straight away. You simply weren’t ready to be around more than a few people at a time.  

“How could you not know?” you questioned, wondering what his excuse would be for this. 

“Last time it wasn’t like this!” 

You didn’t bother to respond to his frantic answer, only taking joy in him visibly shriveling up as you continued to glare at him. This boy was going to pay. 

“Now [Name], don't look at big bro like that,” he put his hands up in defense. 

“I’m not going in there,” you said firmly. He made a choking noise that caused the people around you to glance in shock. Yeah um I’m not sticking around for this. 

“I’ll be over there,” you pointed to a shop filled with random knick-knacks and small decor. You quickly left not listening to his sputtering words. 

He could deal with that crazy crowd on his own. 

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An eccentric chime announced your entrance into the shop. The front attendant enthusiastically welcomed you in with a bright smile and a short wave.

Taking a cursory glance around, you saw that the shop was practically desolate. Other than you and the shop attendant, there was only one other person. 

The crowd from the game store must have driven people away from the area. Scanning the pretty items on the various wooden tables, you quickly made the conscious choice to buy at least one knick-knack before Hayato came to get you. Though by the looks of it, that wouldn’t be for a while, you thought as you glanced out the giant windows framing the door of the shop. Even from here, you could see people pushing each other and yelling ferociously. You could even see Hayato’s shocking hair as he plunged comically into the crowd. 

You wished him luck. Ugly would for sure need it. 

For the most part, the worker left you alone. You preferred it that way, not wanting to mess up and say something weird or do something out of the norm. 

You probably spent about thirty minutes hobbling around the trinket shop. Tables filled with crystals, jewelry, and random items were pushed just far away from each other to create a squished walkway; towers of books framed the walls. Every nook and cranny was filled with random objects. The dim lighting made it homey, but it was a small shop and there was only so much looking you could do. 

As you proceeded to make your fourth walk around the shop, mentally deciding if you should get the pink jeweled cloud studs in silver or gold, your phone vibrated. 

Hayato had handed you the phone and some money before you two left. He warned that while Musutafu was a safe small city, things did happen. He reminded you of the local police number and showed you his number as well as your mother’s. You hadn’t taken a second look at it after you shoved it in your front jean pocket. 

Holding the rose gold phone in your palm, you opened the message from Hayato while disregarding the literal hundred other messages and missed phone calls from random people. Well random to you; who knows what the relationships between them and the previous owner were. 

It’s taking a bit longer than I thought :( 

Maybe an hour. But gramps texted me and he definitely has a game for me - I just have to wait like the rest of these plebs T.T 

Why don’t you walk around? I saw you eyeing that crepe place a while ago. I’ll just meet you there! 

Big Brother loves youuuuu ♥♥♥

The texts came through rapidly, but you paid no mind to his last one. You told yourself that you held no love for the pest, though truthfully you knew otherwise. He was growing on you like a bad rash.  

Are you allowed to leave amnesiac people by themselves? You had no idea what the proper protocol for that was, but seeing as how you actually were not experiencing amnesia you cared less to second guess his suggestion. 

Maybe you could go to the crepe place and eat there? But then again, I wanted Hayato to pay for me. With those thoughts, you grabbed the silver version of the earrings and went to the cash register.

Five minutes later you stepped out of the store and once again glanced at the crowd. It had somehow gotten larger, almost to the very storefront you stood at. With a disbelief filled look at World War III, you left towards another bustling street. 

Then another.

Then another.

Glancing at your right, you noticed a giant poster. On it was a long pig-tailed girl in an adorned sailor fuku. Under it, in giant cursive red letters said “Sailor Moon”. 

Oh, so this is what Hayato was talking about. For some reason, you felt pumped seeing the character and for the second time, you wondered if the owner left any residual parts of her when she left. You had never seen this character in your life, but you were undoubtedly intrigued. 

Before you could get a closer look at the poster, you were suddenly pushed down. Irritation spiked in you, but before you had the chance to yell at the person, another tripped over your body. 

What the hell!

The person who tripped swiftly stumbled up and ran again for dear life. 

Something bad is happening, you watched as more and more people ran past you. 

Hayato… I have to get back to Hayato!

In your state of panic, you didn’t realize you were in ground zero until it was too late. 

Hearing loud explosions, you quickly noticed the crowd forming across the street and before them a blaze of fire. 

You paid no mind to the people next to you discussing how a middle schooler was trapped with the villain. 

Rushing away from the scene, you stumbled into someone. This time banging your head against theirs. 

Fed up with the situation you yelled, “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” You could feel the terror overtaking your body. 

“S-s-sorry,” the person in front of you reached out to you, but you flinched back. You didn’t need anyone touching you right now. Once again the male voice apologized. 

Looking at him, you noticed it was the green haired boy from the train. Shoving your previous discomfort away, you grabbed his hand and began to run back to where your brother was. Even with his weird mumbling, that still wasn’t enough for you to leave him alone during this situation. Like you, he was just a kid. 

So focused on your destination, you didn’t even realize he was saying something to you until you were a few streets over. 

“H-h-hey! Hey! Hey!” the boy finally yanked you back. “I can’t go with you! I think someone I know is hurt!” 

You looked at him like he was crazy. Who cared about this other person, they were probably all gone with the rest of the stampede. 

“Please!” His dark green eyes shimmered with determination. He was going to leave with or without your permission. 

Sighing you glanced back towards the direction of your brother before turning towards the boy whose name you still didn’t know. “Fine... let's go get them.” 

Far in the future, you still wouldn’t know how to articulate why you made that decision. Maybe it was the thought of your brother being in the shoes of the boy’s missing friend? Maybe the panicked desperation in the boy’s eyes struck a chord within you, bringing you back to a place you’d rather forget. You truly weren’t sure, but ultimately… it was the right thing to do. Stupid, but right. 

Quickly following him, the boy led you to the back of a crowd. I can’t see crap. 

“Do you see-” you cut yourself off. The boy wasn’t by your side but instead fighting his way to get up to the front. 

“Hey! Wait a minute,” you squeaked as you grabbed the back of his black uniform. 

He didn’t hear you, too focused on pushing his way to the front. You simply allowed yourself to be dragged by his motions. You were going to let him take the reins of this operation. His friend or sibling was probably at the front taking in all of the action. 

A minute later you saw just how wrong you were. Somehow this green bean brought you front and center of a villainous scheme. From the people discussing the entire situation like it was an everyday thing to the eccentric unformed heroes barking orders, this whole situation was becoming more and more of a headache. 

Yeah, I’m not helping someone ever again. Fuck that. 

In a blaze of fire and explosions, the slimy villain howled and laughed. It was obvious that no one had control over this situation.

“Kacchan!” The boy, now next to you, screamed. 

Hearing him scream it again, you finally looked in the direction of his shout and noticed a boy attached to the sludge monster. 

Don’t tell me..., before you could complete your thought, you quickly figured out what the boy was going to do and yanked him back before he could scramble onto the violent scene. He seemed like the type to recklessly go into a situation. 

“Hey, maybe you should cool it and let the heroes do their job,” you didn’t want to come across as condescending and hope he didn’t take it that way. It was simply best for you two to stay behind with the crowd. “I’m sure your friend will be fine.” 

Maybe, but you didn’t add that. 

He quickly shook his head in rapid motions. “No, no - no one is doing anything!” He pointed to the heroes that were standing back watching the situation. 

“I have to save -”

“-Yeah, I know ‘kacchan'”, you interrupted. You sighed, dragging a hand over your face. This situation and the boy had aged you fifty years in less than an hour. 

Tightening your grip, you looked towards the heroes. He was right, not one of them was doing anything. Though from the look on their faces, it wasn’t because they didn’t want to. 

“And you think you have a better plan?” You questioned him already knowing the answer.

The boy went red and sweat quickly accumulated on his face. If you weren’t so over the situation, you would have been awed and disgusted at the sudden change of appearance. You hated sweat. 

“No!” he barked suddenly in your face. You jerked back not expecting the motion. “But I have to do something!” The determination in his eyes and his passionate tone shook you. There was a fire there and you knew someone like you wouldn’t be able to stamp it out. 

He had to learn on his own. 

You felt another sigh build and as you let it out, you shrugged off the backpack your brother made you wear. 

Holding it out to him, you forced him to take it. “I don’t know much about fighting, but it’s always a good idea to hit in a vulnerable area.” He took the multi-pastel colored backpack with 3D plastic flowers on it. “It’s not thick like yours, but the flowers should do some damage if applied with enough pressure.”

The boy looked at you with awe. Not liking the feel of blood rushing towards your face, you pushed him past the barriers erected by the heroes. Even though you wanted to, you refused to look back at the scene and instead, focused on making your way out of the crowd. You feared the backtracking action would somehow create a jinxed chain reaction that someone like you would be helpless to stop. You just had to hope that the boy was able to do something; he seemed to have the talent of making people believe in the impossible. Maybe that was his quirk? 

From the sound of gasps and shouts, something was happening. By then you were already running to the next street. 

You needed and wanted to find your brother. 

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Somehow you had found Hayato in the midst of the chaos. People had soon stopped running and instead were forming mini crowds. With the incident seemingly being contained, nosiness soon trumped panic as people began to congregate around televisions and phones in order to see what was going on.

A rather normal day in hero society. 

Hayato seemed to be the only one panicking, but the relief soon rushed to his face at the sight of you. You let that feeling take hold of your body as well. 

On the way back home, you refused to think about how your hands, arms, and legs still trembled after walking away from the villainous scene an hour before. Though one thought continued to race in your mind. Did I do the right thing? 

In the end, you didn’t receive an answer until you were huddled up with Hayato on the couch while watching the nightly news. The teenager hadn’t left your side since finding you.

Apparently, he saw the beginnings of the event on one of the game store’s many televisions and when he couldn’t get a hold of you, he rushed out to find you.

You offered a sincere apology to him, not realizing it would be the first of many as your life would become more and more entangled with your future classmates. 

As restitution for the damage of his mental state, in Hayato’s own words, you had to play Call of Duty with him. 

“It’s amazing how, in your worried state, you were able to buy that stupid game,” you stated, eyeing him up and down in judgment. 

He shot you a peace sign with a bright smile. In response, he received a couch cushion hit to the head. 

Listening to him whimper and whine, you switched your attention to the new segment that started playing. They were finally discussing the incident and while everything seemed to be fine, there was no discussion of your green haired acquaintance. There was only praise of how the so-called number one hero, All Might, saved the day. The closest mention, and you used that very loosely, to the green bean was the saved middle school boy who happened to share the same uniform as his green-eyed friend. While you couldn’t remember his name, you were glad for his safety. 

You listened to the long segment in hopes of hearing something about the fire-eyed boy, but in the end, there was absolutely no mention of your wannabe hero friend. Well maybe half-way hero, you pondered. At least he did something. 

After forcing Hayato to pick another game besides Call of Duty, you two settled into multiple rounds of Super Mario Kart once the news finished broadcasting.

An hour later and countless rounds finished, the front door suddenly slammed open. 

You both felt her flames of wrath before seeing the Goddess herself. Your mother was absolutely fuming.

Without any regard to the safety of the person next to them, your brother and yourself pointed to each other.

“He did it!”

“She did it!”

Maybe Hayato would have been a tad more convincing like your own graceful and humble self, if he didn’t have a chocolate taiyaki hanging from his mouth. 

In the end, you both were at fault as your mother raged and raved about how irresponsible you two were for leaving the house. 

“If Sakura and her mother hadn’t seen [Name] running around during the attack, I wouldn’t have even known!” Well a big fuck you to Sakura and Sakura’s mom, whoever they were. 

“I have no idea who those people are,” you sheepishly said. “But I’m sorry for breaking your trust.” Your apology ended up sounding less sincere, not because of your added “it was Hayato’s fault” at the end, but due to his subsequent sputtering and mouth drop. Ugly Cow.

Your mother only stared at you with a straight face. She sighed, looking very reminiscent of the earlier you from today, and stated, “I won’t punish you guys, especially since [Name] just got out of the hospital-”

Both of you perked up. 

“-But, if you guys do it again,” she reached over and harshly mushed a cheek on both of you. “There will be hell to pay.” She pinched them and pulled.

You and your brother moaned in agony. 

Smudging your faces together, your mother shifted and slowly moved her own face until it was only a hair's breadth away and whispered, “Do you understand? Don’t make me worry again.” Her eyes gleamed with a promise of pain that only a mother could deliver. With those final words, she released your faces. 

You both said nothing, simply nodding before scampering away. 

However before you could reach the stairway that led to the freedom of upstairs, your mother called you back. Your brother snickered as you stopped and pouted at her words. Pulling down the skin under his eye, he stuck his tongue out at you. Curling your fist, you raised it towards his stomach. Hayato shrieked and scampered up the steps. 

You would deal with him later. 

Turning around, you slowly walked into the living room-kitchen area and saw your mother sitting down at the dining table. 

You gulped and hoped that she suddenly didn’t change her mind about punishing you. It was all Hayato’s fault in the first place. 

As you walked closer, you saw that the rage fueled by worry had lessened drastically. Your heart calmed at the sight. You didn’t understand how one woman could strike the fear of God in you and your sibling with one look and a few words, but that was one mystery you vowed to never solve. 

“[Name], let’s have a talk.” Nevermind, this was scary too. Your face blanched at the potential topics your mother could bring up. At the sight of your expression, she laughed. 

“It’s nothing bad, I promise. Just about school.” Having no memories to rely on, you had no idea whether that first statement was true or not. 

“I asked your school to give you an additional week off. It’s your last year in school and I want to make sure you’re prepared,” she started gently, but from the lost look on your face, she softened her voice even more. “I know it’s a lot, but the doctor’s suggested keeping things as normal as possible so that you can hopefully remember some things.”

You bit your lip as you continued to listen. It was a frustrating topic. You were never going to confess the fact that you weren’t her daughter and while there seemed to be some residual traits of the past owner, you didn’t know if it would be enough to show some progression. Would your mother even care if you did or didn’t? Surely she missed the old [Name]. 

Seeing your dark expression, she quickly added, “But that doesn’t mean you should push yourself to remember. The memories may come back or they may not, and either way, that’s totally fine.”

You wondered how much hurt she was pushing back for her to say those words. 

She continued while covering your left hand with her right, “Just know that Hayato and I are here for you. All that matters is that you’re awake, healthy, and thriving. We love you.” 

She wouldn’t have uttered those words if she knew the imposter that occupied her daughter’s body. 

Shoving the worrisome thoughts to the corners of your mind, you shifted your face into a bright smile. “I know!” 

She mirrored your own expression though doubt still crept into her eyes. While you wanted to completely erase the negative emotions surrounding the both of you, the current state of things would have to do for now. 

“I know we moved here for Hayato’s school, but I don’t want that to detract you from possible schools you’re interested in. We still have about a little under a year to decide.” This was news to you; the little brat was actually good at something besides running his big mouth. 

You decided to keep quiet and let her finish. What could you even say? Right now you truly didn’t know anything. Your current world only consisted of your mother, Hayato, and the parts of the city you visited. To be honest, you couldn’t have asked for more. It was far greater than what you ever had.

“It was a long time ago, but I know you mentioned interest in hero work,” she stated lightly, watching your expression for any changes. “I work with them on a daily basis and I know a few that can put a good word for you at U.A…. if you decide you want to do it. No pressure. None what’s so ever.” 

Your mom was one of the top PR agents for heroes. With the ability of precognition, success in the industry came easy for her. While Hayato frequently used his for his own entertainment, you had no idea what your quirk was or how to activate it. Your family had refused to tell you about it to the point that your mother even stopped the doctor’s from even mentioning it. They both wanted to avoid another accident that landed you in the state you were in now. 

“I’ll leave you with that, but even if you decide to not go to U.A. I still think it’s a good idea to train with one of my clients. Your quirk is still a bit wonky and it’s best to get it under control so that it doesn’t control you.” The unsaid part about avoiding even more tragic accidents was incredibly loud in both of your minds. 

You needed to get your quirk under control. Not just for the sake of your family, but because you simply were not ready to leave this world and all of its wonder. You didn’t want to activate the damned thing and somehow shoot yourself into another place. You especially did not want to create an opening for the previous owner to come back. If she was even alive in the first place, you thought. 

You ignored the part of you that sincerely wanted her dead. 

Letting her words marinate and listening to your gut, you came to a swift conclusion.

“I think that it’ll be a good thing to do,” your tone was hesitant, but strong. “When I was out with Hayato,” you ignored her shoulder twitch and the tightening of her hand, “I ran across a Sailor Moon poster. She must be an incredible hero to have all of that merchandise. She even has a movie coming out! I think - I think I’d like to be a hero like that.” The last part was an exaggeration, but it seemed like something the past owner would say. 

Your mother, utterly confused, simply chuckled nervously and patted your hand. 

Why is she making that face? 

It wouldn’t be until you told Hayato about your conversation later that night, did you realize how wrong you truly were. Your brother, still huffing on the ground after choking on his laughter, said his first words since you came into his room and rambled about your worries regarding your mother’s reaction. Was it socially unacceptable to say you wanted to be like a certain hero? Throughout the day, you had definitely overheard many kids claim that they wanted to be just like All Might when they grew up. Maybe it was only acceptable for children to do? 

“You freakin’ dumbass-” he laughed again, but soon trampled it down to finish his sentence. “Sailor Moon is a fictional character! How did you not realize?”

He wheezed while you felt your soul leave your body. Aided by his non-stop chortling, your disbelief in your own ignorance quickly turned into anger. 

Lifting a baby blue pillow from Hayato’s bed, you consecutively hit him five times. Each one getting increasingly more powerful as your anger increased. “Shut up! Shut up, you idiot! How was I supposed to know?”

Your brother paid you no mind as he tried to contain his laughter. 

Huffing and puffing, you threw the pillow on his head and quickly left the room. 

“This is all your fault!” With those words, you slammed his door shut.

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Hallucikinesis. 

That’s what your quirk was and deep down you knew that it had something to do with how you got launched into this world. 

Goddamn Hallucikinesis. 

While the revelation of your quirk answered some questions, it still left a ton more unanswered. Once again you were left with this feeling that something was missing. 

One thing was for sure though, it whipped the ass of the previous owner, but you were going to come out victorious. 

....Hopefully. 

“Stop thinking,” a calm voice interrupted before you could go down a vicious cycle of self-doubt. 

“I’m trying,” you whined as you fell to the ground, legs still in a criss-cross position. 

You blinked up at the ceiling windows, quickly squinting your eyes as the light from outside shined through. Your mother had somehow convinced your school to allow you to finish out the term online and while that should have equated to more R&R time, at least that’s what you thought, instead you were training to be a hero. 

You blinked again as a hand appeared in your vision. You slowly dragged your eyes from the hand to the person holding it out. 

Megumi, your trainer, blinked her iridescent eyes and pushed her hand out even closer.

“Come on, time for breakfast,” She said patiently. The twenty-eight year old woman was the daughter of your mother’s friend and currently one of her clients. Apparently she used to babysit you whenever you visited family in Yokohama before you finally moved to Japan. You obviously had no recollection, but that didn’t stop her from reminiscing about how cute and spoiled you were back then. 

You just smiled, nodded when necessary, and let her talk. 

Grabbing the outstretched hand, you let her pull you up. Slowly dusting off your butt, you followed Megumi out of her personal gym-studio area. The apartment was spacious, being a top thirty hero had its perks, and you had quickly made yourself at home after arriving two weeks ago. 

Walking into her bright kitchen, you plopped down on one of the dark teal chairs. It was Saturday which meant longer training, but more importantly, Megumi was in charge of cooking. The girl made great Japanese style pancakes. You almost drooled just thinking about it. 

“I’m guessing you want me to make pancakes,” She stood in front of the table. You merely blinked your eyes at her doefully and smiled.  

“Figures,” she rolled her eyes playfully. 

You let the sounds of her rummaging through ingredients and utensils lull you into a daydream as you stared out of the ceiling to floor window next to the table. It was late June now and the skies were becoming more clear as the heat settled in. 

You had formally met Megumi two weeks after the now famous sludge incident when your mother invited her to meet you and slowly start training you. The plan was to start slow and gradually build up as you got to know your quirk.

The silver haired woman arrived right before the last big thunderstorm shattered the skies of Musutafu. She would be staying with your family until late May in order for you to get to know her in an environment that you were comfortable in. 

You had been laying on the living room couch at the time watching Hayato get his ass beat on Call of Duty. You snickered as he tried to withhold his curses as your mother was currently working on her laptop waiting for your mysterious guest. 

She had told you a little about her, but nothing interesting like her quirk. Having no memories to go off of, you just waited and hoped that Megumi wasn’t some undercover crazy lady. While your mother wasn’t an easy woman to fool, the only reason you were able to get away with your massive lie was because of this so called amnesia, anything could happen. 

You three had just finished lunch and were left to your own devices. It was Saturday and you had already finished your homework the night before. With nothing to do since the next chapter of Sailor Moon wouldn’t come out for another week, you simply decided to laze around. 

Just as Hayato was undoubtedly about to let out the string of curses he had been holding in, the doorbell rang. 

Glancing out of the large bay windows, you took in the dreary overcast sky. Your guest had come at the right time. 

Hearing your mother’s joyful greetings and the stomping of feet on the indoor doormat, you patiently waited for your guest to come in. You were curious, but your laziness won out. 

“[Name]! Hayato! Come meet our guest!” your mother’s words were cheerfully said, but her words left no room for refusal. 

Slowly getting up, you let your bones crack before following your brother to the entryway. Stopping a ways away, you watched as Hayato hugged Megumi tightly. You could tell he genuinely missed her. Ever since you affirmed your decision to train under her, he mentioned her at least once a day, constantly bringing up memories of how she babysat you two when you were younger. 

You held no such relationship with the young adult woman, but you were curious about her. Since you woke up, you had only met a handful of people. The incident was the only time you were around many people and while you were supposed to go to school soon after, it was ultimately decided that you would take online classes and go to school next term. 

While that was great news for you, it wasn’t for the past owner’s friend who had been blowing up your phone since you “woke” up. Even though you had been ignoring their texts and calls, they still continued to harass you and get updates from your mother. Every day she admonished you for not taking the time to reconnect with your friends. 

You made a quick note to yourself to send them a simple text. You had finally gotten the hang of your phone, no longer wary of the foreign object. The apps had especially drawn you in and currently, you were on level 300 of Candy Crush. 

Noticing a lull in the conversation and the eyes trained on you, you quickly bowed formally.

“Hello Yagami-san,” you stated somewhat nervously, making sure to use the right honorifics. While you didn’t necessarily follow the codes in your home since your mother was American, she drilled into your head the importance of doing so outside of it. 

Giving her a nervous smile, you waited for her to make the first move. Now that you had come face to face with her, you honestly didn’t know what to do. You played with your fingers behind your back as Megumi’s face erupted in a bright smile of her own. 

Speeding over and wrapping you in a tight hug, she said, “Why are you being so polite? Just call me nee-chan”. You both laughed. Megumi’s from her obvious joy at seeing you and your own filled with nerves. 

“I don’t know… I guess it’s been a while,” you glanced at the side avoiding her eyes for a few seconds. 

Megumi laughed again and patted your head, smoothing some stray hairs. You didn’t expect the action and slightly blushed. 

Cooing, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and proceeded to walk up the stairs as if she lived at your home for years. 

“Now show me your room,” she lightly commanded. You simply nodded, not knowing what to say. Feeling your nerves build up, you wondered if she knew who you really were. 

“Hayato-kun be a dear and take those to my room please?” she said over her own shoulder. “[Name]-chan and I have lots to talk about.” 

In the end, she didn’t know anything besides your loss of memory. During the so-called “girl time” in your room she raided your closet, exposed your not-so-secret obsession with Sailor Moon, gossiped, and told you funny memories of when you were younger. You spent about six hours in your room with Hayato sometimes poking his head in and chatting. 

The laughing until you cried, the endless gossip, and the shared joy - was this friendship? If so, you enjoyed every minute of it. 

That night, you changed your initial promise and decided to send a lengthy text to the school friends blowing up your phone. 

The clank of plates hitting the table brought you out of your memory. Eyeing the fluffy looking treats stacked high on a plate, you went to grab a fork. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Megumi tutted in faux annoyance. “You know the deal. Go mix up the green tea.” 

Somehow you were a natural at making green tea, a talent that she exploited. Well it’s a small price to pay for letting me live here, you thought, but your lips still fell into a pout. Childish, but all you wanted to do was laze around. You felt the day was calling for it. 

Quickly getting to work, you began measuring out the leaves. 

“You’re getting better at using your quirk, but you still don’t do well under pressure,” Megumi stated matter of factly. 

You listened closely but didn’t turn to look at her. You didn’t feel like dealing with the burns that would undoubtedly come if you refused to pay attention to the boiling water you were pouring in the kettle.

“I’ve been analyzing it since I came to Musutafu. It’s a lot better now, but you get burnt out easily. Plus we need to work on you not relying on touch to utilize it. A villain isn’t going to wait for you to hold their hand so you can kick their butt. The meditation has helped you, but we’re going to have to figure out how to change the whole touching thing.” 

You sat the hot water down as you thought about what she stated. It was completely true and she was right. 

Every day after she arrived, Megumi made you meditate with her in order to ground yourself before using your quirk. She had trained with her fair share of colleagues who had mental based abilities and they all had one thing in common, meditation. 

If a mental based quirk user didn’t ground themselves and find some sort of inner balance before using their powers, their mind was given a one way trip to mental anguish and migraines. If they were particularly unlucky, it led to comas and death.  

You didn’t want to end up like that, particularly with your precarious situation. You especially didn’t want to end up back in your previous reality, wherever that was. 

So while you understood the reasoning behind the daily yoga and meditation, it would have been nice if it wasn’t at the ass-crack of dawn every day. Sitting in your backyard and watching the sunrise while meditating was nice and all, but you truly weren’t a morning person. 

Evidently, Megumi didn’t care about what you liked when it came to training since she still commanded you to go through the motions even after you moved in with her for the Summer. Somehow, Megumi had perfected the art of being a tough teacher and a loving big sister. While she knew when to let loose, she took your training seriously and for the first time, you could see the results of it. 

To make it simple, before you began training, you were a wimpy limp noodle. You barely had any muscle at all under your tan skin, but your “sensei” was determined to change that. Megumi completely changed your diet and crafted a schedule balanced with mental and physical exercises. From lifting weights to gymnastic-esque combos, she was determined to set you on track to be a great hero.  

Sadly, the only thing that came naturally was your flexibility. Weight training could go rot for all you cared. 

When you told Hayato about your natural ability over a video chat, he proceeded to laugh in your face and told you that your “Sailor Moon attack roleplay final paid off”. 

TIcked off and red in the face, you ended the chat.

While you grudgingly accepted the yoga, meditation, and physical exercises. Your quirk was a whole ‘nother matter. 

The first time you tried to use your quirk was a week before you left for Yokohama, where Megumi still lived and worked. Your paternal grandparents still had a house there, but they were off exploring the world as retired people often did. Apparently they were on a cruise to the Caribbean which was great since you absolutely had no desire to meet them in your state. Fooling three people who knew the real owner was just enough, thank you very much. 

However, you knew sooner or later you would have to meet with your extended family. Apparently, many of them had been calling your mother nonstop about your condition. Luckily, you had Megumi and her spartan training for an excuse. Begrudgingly, you decided that you would rather get up at dawn everyday than deal with relatives. 

What was supposed to be a “small” quirk exercise ended up being one of the worst experiences you faced since waking up in this world, but it strengthened your resolve to figure out a way to permanently stay here. According to your teacher, the past owner had a tendency to use touch in order to create illusions, so naturally that was where your training started. 

“Imagine your room,” Megumi stated, grasping your hand with her own. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just try to remember objects that stand out the most and push it out.” 

To the top of your head and to the bottom of your feet, you were scared. You were so goddamn scared. 

But you have to do it, your mind egged you on. You honestly had no choice in the matter. 

Closing your eyes, you thought about your room upstairs. A week after the sludge event, Hayato got his hands on the new Sailor Moon movie and you quickly realized that the original owner had an obsession, to put it lightly. You didn’t want to know the lengths she went to in order to make her bedroom a complete replica of Usagi’s. You also didn’t want to think about how you were also falling in love with the series and eagerly waited for the latest chapter releases every Friday.

You thought about the pink and white striped walls to the purple covers. The replica luna plushy sitting on the top of your bed. 

While you pushed yourself to concentrate on the tangible, your mind slowly went further. By the time you realized something was happening in your deeper subconscious, it was already too late. Without your permission a door unlocked and while you forcibly tried to shut it, something managed to slip through. Memories erupted, one that you soon realized wasn’t your own.  

A younger ‘you’ with shoulder length curly hair trashing her room to find her limited edition Sailor Scout cards. Only to then realize that Hayato stole them in retaliation for accidentally ruining his new Pikachu sneakers. You ended up drawing pictures and writing curse words your Granny from America often said on his face with a black marker. You snapped a picture for blackmail, but never got to use it. The polaroid was still buried in your sock drawer almost a decade later. 

A slightly older you talking loudly while munching on sweet and salty snacks with three other girls in the same uniform. Based on the numerous photos of them in your current room, you quickly realized that these were the girls whom you were closest to at school. The ‘you’ here radiated joy. The type that only came when you shared your blooming heart with someone who genuinely took care of it. It soon became obvious just how different you truly were from the original owner. You looked on as she smiled brightly and eagerly listened to a redhead girl dramatically retell how she fell in love with some random boy during the winter festival. 

Your mother humming to you as you fell asleep. You couldn’t help but be relieved at the memory from a week ago. You hoped it meant that this torture would soon be over. Carefully, you watched as her hands gently brushed the stray hairs out of your face. Your sleepy eyes blinked to get one last glimpse just in case you woke up the next day to find that everything was a dream. 

All these memories swirled in your head and you let them drape over your mind. Recollection after recollection appeared and it soon became too much. Ears muffled and mouth dry, there was nothing you could do but let yourself be swept in the waves of the past. 

It wasn’t what you wanted, but you were powerless to stop it.

Megumi’s loud scream didn’t pierce your ears nor did the stomping footsteps of your family. You felt your eyes open, but they were unseeing of the present. What felt like hours only lasted several minutes. You soon welcomed the darkness that blanketed your mind and eyes. 

When the darkness finally lifted its veil, you blinked your eyes open to the white of your ceiling. Blinking your eyes open, you quickly scanned your surroundings. Memories still raced in your head and you tried to ground yourself with things you could see. 

The wooden bookshelf filled with novels and comics.

The musical jewelry box that produced the instrumental of Moonlight Densetsu.

The many polaroids and pictures of your family during fun outings. 

What normally helped when you got worked up about your fake existence didn’t seem to do the trick. Maybe it had to do with the silver haired woman tightly holding your hand, watching as you tried to make sense of everything that happened. 

Noticing her stare, your emotions took a dive and your mind went to the worst possible scenario. 

“Did you see?” you were frantic and scared. Did she see how much of an imposter you truly were? The idea of you losing everything over a simple exercise both infuriated you and shook you to your core. Was the past owner somehow getting her vengeance? You quickly sat up and stared back at her with desperate eyes. 

She looked at you shocked at your aggression, “See what? The room?” 

You didn’t answer her, waiting and simply wanting to hear more. You were distraught, but not panicked enough to blurt out what you were thinking. You grasped the purple blanket tightly, knuckles turning a lighter shade. 

“If you meant seeing your room in all of its obsessive glory then yes,” she said searching your eyes for any clue on why you were so upset. You stayed strung up and anxious. Eyes glancing back from her to your door and back again. Mentally making plans for every outcome of this situation. “Was I supposed to see something else?”

Your racing thoughts became too much as your breathing sped up and with it, your racing heart. Before you could go into full blown panic, your shoulders were suddenly grabbed. Megumi’s hands were tight as she forced you to look at her. 

“Hey!” she shook your shoulders a little bit until you focused only on her. Her concerned eyes searched your own and implored you to answer her. “Did you remember something?”

Slowly, but surely as the minutes ticked by you realized that she hadn’t seen a thing. Your lie would continue for another day.

“Yeah, just a bit.” you kept it short.

She stared at you a bit longer, her mind processing what had just happened. The ecstatic smile that appeared shortly after, both relieved you and made guilt flow under your skin. 

You were once again reminded that you were an imposter working on limited time.

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There were barely any more incidents after the first one last April. Training went swimmingly, a little too swimmingly, but you would take all the good fortune and vibes the universe decided to give you. After a Summer filled with seemingly endless yet successful training, you went back to school for your final term. 

Which was a whole ‘nother story. 

Megumi had somehow convinced her agency to train you on the weekends. You didn’t know how she did it, especially being a top thirty hero, but apparently it had to do with the deal your mother struck with Megumi’s agency. Megumi ran her agency with two other heroes you had yet to meet, Kage and Techno.

In fear of her potentially losing her spot in the top thirty, you asked her about her lack of hero work during a late night training session. She merely chuckled and tousled your hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not worried about rankings, that’s not what a hero should be focused on anyway. I got the ‘okay’ from the other two -besides we need to make sure their future intern was well prepared.” She mushed your cheeks and you were powerless to stop her. “I’ll start back up when you go to school and then you’ll see how powerful your beautiful nee-chan is ‘kay! Make sure to brag about me to your classmates.” 

She flashed you a peace sign and winked. You scowled at her and went back to your homework. While Megumi was tough when training, outside of it she was a female version of Hayato. Sickening, you thought when you noticed just how close their personalities were. 

You had always known your recommendation to UA didn’t come free and you were completely fine with that. Like signing up to the army, you were required to intern with her agency after the school festival and once you received your hero license. Her agency was basically getting free labour by just writing a simple persuasive paper.

Whatever, you thought while slipping on one of your loafers. We’re both using each other. 

You needed them as much as they seemingly needed you. The more they helped with your quirk, the quicker you could figure out and solidify a plan to make your stay in this world permanent. 

You weren’t going to lose your place in this new reality. Not without a fight. 

You were brought back down to Earth when you heard a sniffle behind you. Turning around you saw your brother barely holding it together. 

“[Name],” Hayato sniffled. His eyes filled with large droplets. 

Was he serious? You rolled your eyes and turned back around to put on your other shoe.

“Don’t ignore me!” he shouted with passion. You glanced over your shoulder with a deadpan stare. You didn’t have time for this. You thought he had gotten all of his dramatic cries out the night before. I guess not. 

Suddenly you were grabbed into a hug. “Now don’t forget me when you become a famous hero,” Hayato said, wailing in your ear. You felt his tears drench your shoulder. 

“I’m literally coming back home plus we’re walking to the station together,” you said plainly as you hugged him back. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

“You’re growing up too fast,” he shook your shoulders with vigour. 

“Hayato that’s enough,” your mother commanded, suddenly appearing behind both of you. In her hand was a small white polaroid camera. 

Pushing him away, you checked your shoulder to see the damage. Luckily, it was only a small spot which you hoped would dry quickly. 

“Haya please dry your tears,” your mother asked, not phased by the dramatics. “We all have places to go and we can’t be late. We need to take the picture now.” 

Your mother had a consultation at an agency in the next town over and looking at the time on your phone, you and Hayato needed to leave soon for school. 

Seeing how Hayato was not drying any of his tears any time soon, you and your mother glanced at each other and quickly came to an agreement to end this quickly. 

Quickly turning on the camera and setting the timer, you both grabbed one of Hayato’s arms and pulled him in the middle. 

“Cheese!” 

… At least you and your mother looked cute. 

On your way to school, you were able to get Hayato back to his old self by bringing up his new art project he was currently working on.

Enthusiastically waving his hands, he raved about the new 3D printer he was using to create some sort of eccentric card tower. You just listened and smiled. Even with all of his craziness, you still loved him and enjoyed hearing about the things he was passionate about. 

Family was no longer just a strange word that you longed for. It was finally something within your grasp and you would treasure it forever. 

The mostly one-sided conversation lasted until you came to Hayato’s stop. 

Hugging you tightly, he wished you a cheery “good luck” before exiting. You waved at him with a bright smile until the door closed. 

Though you loved him, your brother had the tendency to wear you out with his extreme emotions. Slouching down your seat, you checked the stops map located on top of the sliding doors. Seeing that you only had ten more stops before school, you comfortably settled down for the next fifteen or so minutes. 

With no one to talk to, you reached down to grab your phone. You were immediately greeted by a plethora of messages from a group chat consisting of yourself and your middle school friends. Whether it was for sports or purely academia, almost all of your friends decided to attend different schools around Japan. You were the only one going to hero school and only one of two to stay in Musutafu. The only other person being a blonde girl named Sakura who decided to attend the same art school as your brother. The same Sakura who just so happened to rat you out to your mother last year. The blue-eyed girl was quickly forgiven when she presented you with a limited edition Diana and Chibiusa charm. 

Reading the messages, you couldn’t stop the slight feeling of sadness. You had gotten surprisingly close with the four other girls during your last term, but hopefully you would see them during breaks. 

Before you could add your own variant of “good luck today”, a voice interrupted you.

“Hello!” The person speaking sounded very cheery and feminine. 

Glancing up from your phone, you took in the image of a cherub face and gravity bending brown hair. It was obvious with the uniform that she was from your school. She looks young, you thought as you took in this new person, I wonder if she’s my age?  

“Hello,” you said cautiously, but not unkindly. The sudden meeting led to the eruption of butterflies at the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t prepared yourself for a meeting like this. From your brief observations when the doors opened and closed, no one else wore the same uniform. She must have just come in when Haya left . 

You bowed your head slightly with your greeting and waited for her to make the first move. 

She smiled brightly and some of your nervousness went away. “I’m Uraraka Ochako,” she said, taking the time to do a slight bow. “Do you mind if I sat next to you? I noticed we were wearing the same uniform!” 

You quickly nodded your head and moved over, still at a loss at what to say. This would be the first time you tried to make a friend on your own. One that you could completely call yours and not have to share with the past owner.  

Thinking about a range of topics, you decided to start general. 

“W-What class are you in?” Oh my god, you mentally beat yourself up over the slight stutter. Keeping a frozen smile on your face, you hoped Uraraka didn’t notice how much of an absolute awkward mess you were at the moment.  

“1-A!” Urakaka said it quite proudly. With those words, you felt a tinge of excitement. What were the odds? 

“Me too!” you said happy to meet an actual classmate. When you took the recommendation exam, because of course your letter didn’t mean jack besides a guaranteed place at the school and not the hero course, you were so focused on yourself. But you would have definitely noticed the bubbly girl with gravity defying hair. 

Realizing you had yet to introduce yourself, you quickly did a slight bow again. “I’m Fujisaki [Name] by the way.”

Her eyes squinted slightly as she smiled more brightly. “It’s nice to meet you Fujisaki-san. Let’s do our best!”

With a smile of your own, you two settled into a comfortable conversation that lasted until you arrived in front of the school.

The nerves that soon left as you talked to Uraraka swiftly returned with vengeance. I need to get myself together. There was no way you were going to let the nerves mess up your first day. 

Locating a bathroom near the entrance, you quickly turned to your new friend, “I’m going to the bathroom real quick. Do you mind saving me a seat?” 

Uraraka nodded and off you went. 

Rushing over to one of the faucets without any regard to anyone in the bathroom, you turned it on and splashed some water on your face. Taking the time to breathe, you counted backwards from ten slowly. 

“Here,” a gentle voice said, handing you a paper towel. 

“Thank you!” you were truly thankful for the help. Dabbing the sprinkles of water on your face, you quickly bowed in appreciation. 

“First day?” the unknown periwinkle haired girl asked. 

You blushed in embarrassment. “Yeah.” 

“It’ll be okay. I know you’ll do amazing,” her smile was gentle and her words touched you. 

Glancing at the clock above the door, you noticed that you had two minutes before class. Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline, you bowed again. Jeez I’m doing a lot of bowing today.  

“I’m really sorry - I’m going to be late! Thank you so much, stranger-san!” You rushed the words out and sped walked out the door. Hopefully, you would have another opportunity to meet the other girl again so you could properly thank her for her words of encouragement. They helped so much more than your counting trick. 

Walking up to the door of your classroom, you immediately noticed Uraraka and two other boys. 

“Ah, Uraraka-san-”

Before you could finish your sentence, she interrupted you. “Sorry Fujisaki-san! I was too busy talking. I wasn’t able to get us some seats yet.”

“It’s totally fine,” you said waving away her apology. “I’m just glad I wasn’t late. I raced up here.” 

“Um, e-e-e-excuse me,” a voice stuttered before you or Uraraka could say anything else. 

You turned towards one of the people Uraraka was speaking to. You couldn’t get a good glimpse of either of them because of the door. 

You immediately were greeted by the forest green eyes of a boy you hadn’t thought about in months. Oh, it's broccoli hero boy. You blinked in shock. Before you could open your mouth, someone began to speak. 

“Go somewhere else if you want to play with your friends,” someone behind you said in a monotone voice. You saw no one when you took a glance behind, but with Ururaka’s and broccoli boy’s shocked gasps, you quickly noticed the man in the dingy yellow sleeping bag on the floor. 

He looks like a worm. How in the world did you not notice this man? Where did he even come from? 

Joining the others in shock, you quickly shuffled into the classroom as you listened to his words. 

You didn’t know what to make of the man with bloodshot eyes now known as “Aizawa-sensei”. You especially didn’t know what was going on in his head when he pulled out gym outfits and commanded you all to put it on. 

You mentally shriveled up when thinking about where the uniform came from and how oddly warm it was. 

I’m disgusted.

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The uniform was easy enough to put on once you had gotten over the fact that it came from a dingy sleeping bag.  

At least it doesn’t stink, you thought while subtly sniffing it. Though the worn-out homeroom teacher didn’t smell himself, a person could never be too careful.

Aizawa led you to the locker rooms to change and commanded you all to do so quickly. You wondered if this was standard procedure at the high school. Shouldn’t we be in orientation by now? 

You didn’t have the guts to ask the question out loud. 

The other girls and yourself did not make much conversation. You all were too busy putting on the gym uniforms as swiftly as possible. Even the bubbly Uraraka didn’t say much. Meeting the boys outside, you all waited for Aizawa’s first words. 

“To put it simply, you all are going to be doing a quirk assessment.” Aizawa’s words left no room for discussion.

That didn’t stop the class from repeating his words in shock. 

You couldn’t help but wonder the same thing that Uraraka said out loud. “What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?” 

You nodded your head with her words. You felt a little disappointed that you would be missing the two of events you looked forward to as an incoming first-year. 

Even with the past owner’s memories now lingering in your head, you still wanted to make your own. This was now your body after all. 

Listening to Aizawa’s reasoning did little to quell the disappointment, but there was nothing you could do. Hopefully you could attend the next one.  

The tests were the same ones your middle school forced you to go through, but obviously this time you and your classmates could let your quirks run wild… well within reason. 

You internally snorted at yourself. It wasn’t like your quirk could help you. In situations that were purely physical, you could only hope that your training paid off.

As an example, Aizawa called up the person who ranked first on the exam. Curious about them, you saw it was a pale blonde boy who seemed to be the personification of anger. As you watched him throw the ball ferociously, you quickly recognized him from the sludge incident. Was this really the boy that broccoli head saved? You tried to picture the two hanging out, but you couldn’t. I guess it’s a case of opposites attract, you thought shrugging it off. 

“Die!” Bakugou confidently yelled. 

Die? What? Excuse me? Dumbfounded, you watched the ball disappear in the sky and eyed the loose cannon of a boy. 

Broccoli boy, who you still did not know the name of, murmured similar words as you. 

You could already tell that this was going to be a very interesting year. Too bad you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. Either way, you had to roll with the punches. 

Your other classmates cheered at the explosive site and excitedly waited for their turn. It seemed that Bakugou’s cocky show did the exact opposite for them. 

Aizawa seemed to think of their excitement as a challenge. For the first time, he smiled and you immediately felt dread. 

“All right. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion.” 

You didn’t know if he was bluffing or not, but it sure lit a fire under your ass. 

“Welcome to U.A.’s hero course!” What a warm welcome, you thought sarcastically. 

“Fujisaki-chan, let’s do our best!” There was a fire in Uraraka’s eyes and you couldn’t help but replicate it. 

With a determined nod, you wished her luck. You wouldn’t lose, not after coming this far! 

As Aizawa called out pairs for the first test, the 50m dash, you tried to think of some sort of a strategy. Naturally, a mental ability, unless it was something like telekinesis, had a disadvantage in these circumstances. Right now you only had your training to fall back on. 

Way too soon later, you heard your name called. You responded with a sigh. With no plan in mind, you could hope to come up with something during the other tests.  

The lanky boy you were paired up introduced himself as Sero. You did the same as you dropped into a runner start position. 

Ururaka is currently last so all I have to do is beat her. It wasn’t something that you wanted to think about, but in this situation you had no choice. 

Hearing the robot yell start, you ran like your life depended on it. Sero quickly took the lead with the tape that spun out of his arms. His time was little under six seconds while you just barely beat Uraraka’s time. 

By the end of it you were huffing and puffing, but mentally you patted yourself on the back. It was a lot better than your middle school record of ten seconds. 

Throughout the various tests, you noticed the clear advantage that people with more physical or power based quirks had. You just hoped Aizawa wasn’t the type of teacher to be biased towards certain students. 

With the introduction of the third to last test, the ball throw, you couldn’t help the bad taste in your mouth and the jealousy that bubbled in your heart. You weren’t able to showcase your quirk at all. You had no idea where you stood in the rankings. 

Especially compared to Uraraka, your throw was a pitiful 63. Your whole performance during the tests was dismal at best. You just hoped that you succeeded at not being dead last. 

Midoriya was one of the last to go up. The poor boy looked shaken to his core. With each test, you could see more and more anguish appear on his face and while you felt for him, you honestly didn’t know what to say. While you helped him before, there was nothing you could do for him now. Not with your own confidence slipping by the second. 

Overhearing Bakugou’s conversation, you couldn’t believe that this was the same boy that Midoriya risked his life in saving. With each minute the urge to duct tape the blonde boy’s mouth grew. 

“- He’s a quirkless small fry, you know.” 

Bakugou’s words immediately caught your attention. Just like you, Midoriya hadn’t shown his quirk at all during the tests, but you just assumed that, once again like yourself, he had no way of using it for his advantage.

There’s no way a quirkless person ended up in the hero course . Even if they came from the same school, the blonde boy must have been mistaken. There was simply no way. Not in this society and especially not in U.A.’s hero course. While you held no prejudice against quirkless people simply because before had no such thing as quirks, you knew just how privileged people with quirks were treated versus their counterparts. One of those privileges manifested itself in hero work. 

Already at the end of your patience with the boy Midoriya should have left to rot, you turned back to the star of the conversation. 

His emotions were clear on his face and not for the first time, you felt for him. 

You can do it! You cheered him on in your head as you watched the nervousness on his face turn into determination. You didn’t know what triggered it, but you were glad for its appearance. 

As he launched the ball, you watched it soar for a grand total of… 46 meters. 

Well… at least he tried. 

While that was better than the average person, you didn’t expect such a low number. Neither did anyone else from the looks on their faces. You could hear Bakugou chuckle near the back. Rotten bastard. 

Feeling an angry aura, you observed your homeroom teacher glare at Midoriya with red eyes. His scarf now unwrapped and floating in the air. 

“I erased your quirk,” he stated as disdain bled into his voice. 

This was probably the first time you heard him speak with some sort of emotion. Even when he smiled earlier, his tone was flat and unamused. 

Hearing Midoriya’s explanation of Aizawa’s hero identity, you wondered why a man with such a great mental quirk decided to force a physical fitness test. Shouldn’t he, of all people, know how important it is to make a test that’s fair for all quirks. 

You hoped you would understand this man’s thought process soon. This whole situation was causing your head to hurt and you hadn’t even used your quirk.

You couldn’t hear the next part of the conversation, but it seemed to push broccoli boy for the better. 

“You two seemed worried for him.” you glanced at the flamboyant boy next to you and Uraraka.

“Who are you?” 

“Who wouldn’t be?”

You two replied at the same time. Glancing at each other in surprise, you both shared a laugh. It helped relieve some of the tension in your body. 

As Aoyama sputtered in disbelief, you and your new friend turned towards the boy given a second chance. While you doubted this would change anything, you once again wished him luck. 

Holding your breath, you watched as his finger glowed yellow and red. The ball soon raced towards the sky at lightning pace. 

Why didn’t he use his powers before? You were in awe of his power - until you looked at the same finger that once glowed so brightly. In its place was a clearly broken finger, swollen and purple. 

You flexed your own index finger in response to seeing such an injury. It seemed that the pain didn’t face the green haired boy as he proudly declared that he could still move. 

I don’t think he should be worried about that. Still, you admired his tenacity. Can he even feel that finger?

Everyone seemed to be at a loss for words, even Aizawa. 

Though for Bakugou the raging monkey those few seconds of silence was enough for him to go from zero to one hundred. 

With visible rage, he raced towards Midoriya. 

If it weren’t for your teacher, blood would have definitely been spilt. Aizawa’s scarf quickly wrapped onto Bakugou, though that barely subdued him. 

Once again you wondered how the two boys could even remotely be considered friends. 

The situation soon deescalated and Midoriya shuffled towards you and Uraraka. 

“Is your finger alright?” The brunette was the first to say something. 

Once again you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the clearly shattered finger. 

Midoriya must have noticed as he quickly held the appendage behind his back. 

Not feeling embarrassed whatsoever at being caught, you said teasingly, “You love getting yourself into complicated situations, don’t ya?” 

He mindlessly stuttered as his face erupted in red at your clearly rhetorical question. Chuckling mischievously, you smiled at him and watched the rest of the class finish their throws. I wonder if he remembers me? You most definitely remembered him. 

The last two tests passed by  and you were at least proud to get first during the seated toe-touch. There seemed to be some hope for you at least. 

By the end of the test, Aizawa gathered you all to show your results. All you could hope for was to not be dead last. While everyone's individual results blended together, you for sure you were nowhere near the top ten. There was absolutely no way… 

“Ooop,” the sound of your surprise slipped out as you glanced at the hologram showcasing the results. You had done better than you’d thought and while you weren’t even close to the two other recommendation students, you did well enough to land at nine. Perks of being trained by a pro hero I guess. 

So enthused by your results, you couldn’t even bring yourself to be jealous of the other recommended students. You had gained some of your original confidence back. 

“Good job!” your face glowed as you congratulated Uraraka. 

“You too,” she replied happily, but her face lost some of its glow as she looked towards the green haired boy near you. 

Ah , you thought somberly, Midoriya is last. Which meant that he was going to be expelled. 

You didn’t know what to say to him, but like last time you felt compelled to help him somehow. 

Before you could think of something to do or say, Aizawa announced that no one was going to be expelled. 

Your eyes bugged out of your head at his words. While you felt relieved, you wondered if this was really his original plan all along.

Whatever, you shrugged, I’ll take it.

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You were exhausted, to say the least. Your first-ever class with all of its ups and downs had drained you. The adrenaline you felt after Aizawa’s announcement of no expulsion quickly fled your body as soon as your next class began. 

The rest of the day was a blur. The only thing you could somewhat remember was having lunch with the other girls in class and Ashido shoving her phone in your face so you could add yourself to the girl-only group chat. 

“Us girls have to stick together!” You agreed with her words silently as you typed in your number. 

Somehow, very miraculously, you had made it through the day without any more hiccups or surprise tests. 

As the last class was dismissed, you walked out with Uraraka. Your head was absolutely empty and you knew as soon as you got home, you would be taking a long nap. 

“Ah, it's Midoriya-kun and Iida-kun! Fujisaki-chan let’s see if they’re going to the station too!” she quickly ran after them. “Hey! You two! Going to the station? Wait for us!” 

Dead tired you followed at a much slower pace. By the time you joined the small group, she was already introducing herself… and you too apparently. 

“I’m Ochaco Uraraka!” she pointed to herself and then to you. “This is Fujisaki [Name]!”

You waved with low energy, but you tried to keep a cheerful smile on your face. It wouldn’t do you any good to intimidate these people on the first day, would it? 

“Um you’re Tenya Iida-kun and you’re Deku Midoriya, right?” While you were all too happy to let your new friend take the reins of the conversation, you couldn’t help but sputter out a laugh at Midoriya’s new name. Did this girl not see his name on the hologram from earlier? You decided to keep that piece of information to yourself. 

The broccoli head in question stuttered and repeated his new name in shock. You couldn’t help but let out another laugh. 

Confused with the whole situation, Iida stared at you three. Deciding to take pity on the embarrassed boy as Uraraka launched into a story about how she came to believe the new name, you spoke your first words since joining the mini group. 

“That’s not his name,” you tried to hold back another laugh as you continued. “It’s just a nickname his so-called friend calls him. Right Deku- kun?” 

You watched as the boy erupted in another blush and stuttered out a reply. Messing with him was just too fun. 

“Um… my real name is Izuku, but D-Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me…” Oh look, another nickname , you thought about the raging blonde that sat two seats ahead of you. That name does not suit him at all. But that wasn’t going to stop you from using it one day. 

As Uraraka tried to make the taunt of a nickname into something positive, you looked at your phone and saw a few text messages from your brother. Apparently, he was on his way to the station as well. 

Half-listening to the conversation, you quickly typed a reply. 

“I’m Deku!” Midoriya’s half-yelled declaration resulted in an even more confused Iida and a snort-laughter mix from you. 

Turning off your phone, you saw the time and decided to cut the amusing discussion short.

“I agree. Besides, it's a lot better than my nickname for you,” you said with a mischievous look on your face. Oh, you were absolutely going to have fun with this boy this year. You ignored Midoriya’s questioning of what the nickname was and talked over him. “Let’s go to the station, ‘kay! My brother is on his way there.” 

Your three classmates agreed and you all began your trek home. 

Ten minutes into the walk, Iida turned his head to talk to you. “Fujisaki-chan, what’s your brother like?” he asked. The other two eyed you with curiosity. 

How can I even begin to describe Hayato? Searching for the right words and wanting to avoid your previous circumstances, you decided to keep it general. “Well… he’s um - he’s something.”

You pouted your lips in thought and then continued, “Hayato currently goes to Dazai Academy for art. He’s a bit overdramatic.” Your mind raced back to the shenanigans of that morning. “He’s an amazing older brother even if he gets on my last nerve. Honestly though, I think it would be better if you three met him. I don’t think I can properly put him into words.” 

“He sounds interesting!” You had only said about three things about your brother, but if that’s what Uraraka believed then so be it. While you loved your brother, you wondered how he would act around your new classmates. After almost a year of living with him, you were used to his antics, but you didn’t know how your new friends would react to his gigantic personality. 

Luckily, your brother decided to act like a normal human being for once. Though he couldn’t help himself from hugging you as if you had just come back from a long harsh journey in Feudal Japan. 

Hayato had ecstatically introduced himself to your classmates and even gave them a little peek into his quirk. Illegal, but you weren’t going to tell anyone. 

On a scrap piece of paper from his school bag, he drew two small cats. Surrounding him, you all watched as the black and white animals popped up into the three dimensional world and pranced around. Ururaka stayed back for a bit to enjoy it before she left and even the straight-laced Iida didn’t say anything, too dazzled by the short yet entertaining show. 

After she left, Midoriya eagerly asked questions to Hayato about his quirk. Enjoying the attention, your brother answered each rapid fire question to the best of his ability. You wondered if he recognized the green boy from the train a year ago. 

I doubt it, you thought as you listened to the sudden interview. It was a year ago after all. Plus Midoriya isn’t doing his weird demonic mumbling. 

You two were the second to leave and waved goodbye as the doors closed. Hayato’s wave being a lot more passionate than your own. You would think that they were his classmates instead of mine. 

Close to home, you couldn’t help but bring up the way he acted around your classmates. “I’m surprised you acted normal,” you eyed him suspiciously. 

“Of course,” he flipped you a peace sign and then suddenly put on a suave act. “Who do you think I am? As a handsome and mature older brother, I have to lead by example in this dark cruel world. I can’t let my kouhais down!” 

You had no idea what he was talking about and promptly changed the subject. Freakin’ weirdo. 

The next day began similarly though Hayato was significantly less dramatic. 

Meeting Ururaka again during her stop, you made sure to be in class with enough time to spare. 

Everyone was on edge as the day progressed though you were happy for the sudden change. English class was a breeze since your mother was from America and luckily your mind knew the language by heart. It was probably one of the few remnants of the past owner that you actually appreciated.

Time passed quickly and you arrived at your second lunch at the school without any of the damage from yesterday. 

The lunch options seemed endless and there was something for everyone. You happily grabbed some miso soup and various pieces of tempura. At Lunch Rush’s insistence, you also grabbed some white rice. 

Sitting with what would probably become your go to group, you watched as Midoriya fanboyed over the chef hero. 

The three heroes in training raved about your brother and while you were tempted to bust their bubble because Hayato was nowhere near as normal as he appeared the day before, you decided to let them talk. If they stayed around long enough, your new group of friends would see just how crazy your brother was. 

“Fujisaki-chan-,” Midoriya’s face became red as he personally asked you a question. You eyed his reaction with suppressed amusement. I don’t think he realizes how unintentionally funny he is. You waited for him to finish the rest of his sentence. 

“- I don’t think I saw it yesterday, but what exactly is your qui-” Before he could finish, the bell signaled for lunch. 

Getting up, you pushed your chair in and grabbed your empty tray. You knew what he was going to ask, but you decided to tease him by simply shrugging. 

The choked noise he gave was more than enough for you. Chortling, you sipped the last bit of your water as you turned around and walked to the trash bin. 

He’ll see it next period. 

As the class settled into their seats, the door slammed open. Jumping in shock, you looked at the towering man standing in the doorway. 

“I am… coming through the door like a normal person!” You wondered what constituted normal as you eyed the giant number one hero. 

While Sailor Moon reigned supreme in your heart, no matter her fictionality, you were still in awe at seeing the hero in front of you. 

His arrival signaled the beginning of hero training and you were eager to learn from the enthusiastic man. 

I wonder how much he’s getting paid? You rested your head on the palm of your hand as you listened to his words about the class. Megumi was able to take some time off to train you, primarily because she had her other two teammates. Maybe he just wanted to teach? From his bold movements and passionate words, you guessed that was the case. But who really knew? 

“Let’s get right into it! This is what we’ll do today...,” the hero began before pulling out a card out of nowhere. “...Combat training!”

Everyone besides Midoriya perked up at his words. He seemed hesitant at the idea of training this way and from what you saw with his finger yesterday, you understood. Every quirk had a consequence, his was just more dire than others. For once you felt grateful to have migraines. It could have been a lot worse. 

With the announcement came costumes and you along with your classmates eagerly eyed the shelves of cases that slid from the walls. 

Swiftly, you all lined up to pick up your designated case. Your heart thumped each time you moved up in line as someone else grabbed their own case. While you were still committed to your main mission, you couldn’t deny yourself the perks of hero work, and well… dammit you just wanted to live out your magical girl fantasy. Was that too much to ask? 

Finally, it was your turn. You felt your eyes sparkle as you grabbed the number five case. You were on cloud-9 as you hugged the mysterious case to your chest. The artist gene skipped you so you relied on your brother’s skills for your sketch. I hope it turned it out good, you felt your heart warm just thinking about the now real-life garment. 

When you told him about the idea, Hayato for once didn’t laugh at you. Instead, he patted your head and asked to help flesh it out. You spent a rainy afternoon in your room discussing the costume and enjoying each other’s presence. You held that memory close to your heart since it was one of the few separate ones from the past owner. It was something that only you and your brother shared. No one else. That’s how it should always be. 

Just you, your family, and your friends.  

You promised yourself to make more memories with them as your life continued here.

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Opening up your case in the locker room, you couldn’t help but gasp at the costume before you. 

Hearing your dramatic reaction, the other girls quickly crowded around you and looked over your shoulder to take a peek at your hero outfit.

Chuckling, Jiro couldn’t help but tease you. “Fujisaki-chan, you really like cute things don’t you?” 

At her question, you pout your lips at being so transparent. Cute things were a weakness of yours - which probably explained why you stuck to Uraraka so much. Her cheeks were just too chubby to ignore.  

Huffing, you denied her assumption. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Turning your head away, you unsuccessfully tried to avoid Jiro’s piercing gaze. You tried not to think about the rising blood in your cheeks and mentally pleaded for the other girls to do the same. Naturally, they didn’t. 

Everyone laughed at your reaction as they went back to putting on their own costumes. After not-so subtly fanning your cheeks, you soon followed. 

“Fujisaki-chan, you don’t think it’s too tight, right?” Uraraka asked, twirling around to show you every part of her outfit. 

“Uh... I mean compared to some other people, I think you’re fine,” you replied, overhearing the complaints of Yaoyorozu and looking at her revealing costume. That girl’s gonna get cold .

“You look cute Uraraka-chan!” you concluded. 

Sill over the moon about your costume, you did a little twirl yourself before following the other girls out the door. 

Walking out with the rest of the group felt surreal. It was finally happening. You were gleeful as you observed everyone’s new looks. 

As you took it all in, you let All Might’s praise raise over you. You didn’t think anything could top this moment. 

Hearing footsteps, you turned around just as Midoriya appeared from the dramatic hallway. 

“Lookin’ very Donnie Darko bunny meets Teal Power Ranger my friend,” you cheerfully greeted the adorable broccoli head. 

“Huh! Who’s Donnie Darko? It’s supposed to resemble All Might….”

You shook your head at his confusion and continued, “Your costume looks good Midoriya-kun.” It was obviously handmade, but you could tell that whoever crafted the garment really cared for the green haired boy. 

Naturally, it wouldn’t have been Deku if there was no blush. Even though his mask obscured it, his hands covering the bottom of his face said it all. You simply smiled gently at his awkwardness. 

Uraraka soon took the moment to lightly complain about her costume. You truly couldn’t see any problems with the garment, but you knew it wasn’t your opinion that mattered. She had to be the one comfortable in it. 

“I should’ve written what I wanted. Mine ended up being a skintight bodysuit,” she said rubbing the back of her head, slightly embarrassed at the result.  

“Psshhh,” you waved off her words. Pulling her next to you, you teasingly said, “Don’t we look cute Midoriya-kun?”

At his strangled noise of a reply, you smirked and let Uraraka go. Turning around, you walked to join your other classmates as All Might began class. The two other stragglers followed closely behind. 

No one can say that we aren’t thorough, you thought as you listened to your classmates interrupt the increasingly flustered teacher as he tried to discuss the goals of the class period. 

While you enjoyed Aoyama’s question about his dazzling purple cape, it seemed to be the last straw for your teacher. 

Taking out a script, he proceeded to give every bit of information needed about the simulation. He made sure not to ask if anyone had any questions. It may have been his first time teaching, but at least All Might was a quick learner. You already realized that this class would be the type to give their two cents whenever they could. It seemed like he had come to the same conclusion as well. 

After picking lots, you quickly found your partner in Yaoyorozu. Walking over to her, you gave her a smile and simply stated, “let’s do our best!” 

She smiled and hummed in agreement. 

“I hope we’re not first,” you wished out loud. You wanted to take some time to mentally prepare yourself for combat. Your illusions never turned out well when you were flustered and panicked. 

Fortunately, luck seemed to be on your side as All Might called out the names of Midoriya, Uraraka, Bakugou, and Iida. As your instructor finished announcing the last group names, you raised your hand and prompted your partner to give you a high-five. Flustered at the action, the blushing girl did so enthusiastically. 

With the groups now announced, it was time for the rest of the class to leave. Electric excitement seemed to race through everyone’s veins as they talked to one another about their upcoming battles. This seemed to be the official first step into being a hero. You quickly joined in as you followed behind your teacher as he led the group to the observation room, however, you couldn’t help but glance back at the clashing group. 

Yeah, I’m glad I’m not part of that situation, you thought eyeing Midoriya and Bakugou. A knife wouldn’t even be able to cut the tension between the two frenemies. You were happy to see Midoriya confidently meet the gaze of his angry counterpart. Like yesterday, you wished him as well as Uraraka luck in your head. 

Yaoyorozu ended up being a wonderful person to talk to. While she lamented over her lack of clothing, she also noted how convenient it was for her quirk. 

“Fujisaki-san, how did you come up with your design?” Her question wasn’t unkind as she eyed your black outfit. 

“Ooo we get a Fujisaki-chan story time!” Ashido butted in before you could say something. You playfully rolled your eyes at her statement. 

“First, you can change that to ‘chan’, I really don’t care about honorifics. We don’t use them in my house and I don’t want my classmates to be so formal with me,” you had to get that out first. Leaning towards her, you gestured to your partner to come closer.

“My brother designed it for me,” you immediately launched into the various aspects of your outfit. 

While you could imagine the craziest things and thrust them into someone’s head, that power did not transfer through sketch. The best you could do was some flowers and a stick figure. After five attempts at drawing your outfit, you finally figured out that you would need professional help. 

On a rainy afternoon nearly a month ago, you crouched in front of the couch that your brother’s lethargic body was laying on. Wanting to hide your embarrassment and the telltale blush on your face, you shoved attempt number 5 in front of your face. You decided to let Hayato see the problem for himself. 

Thirty seconds later, the boy hadn’t said a word and you cautiously peeked over the thin notebook paper. The edges crumpled in your hand, but you honestly didn’t care. Noticing the older boy simply smiling at you, you ducked your head and nervously asked for his help. 

You hoped that this would be one of the rare times your brother was serious. Already you were mentally melting in a pile of green goo of shame. If Hayato uttered one joke or sarcastic phrase, it would be the end of you.  

Hearing a chuckle, you allowed your brother to take the paper as your eyes fell to the ground. Your embarrassment seemed to only build as your shield was taken from you. Feeling your hair being ruffled, you hesitantly glanced up at the now standing Hayato. 

Holding out his hand, he simply stated, “C’mon, let’s do something about this Sailor [Name].”

Smiling a bit, you let him pull you up. Silently you both seemed to know what to do. As Hayato grabbed his art supplies, you in turn grabbed snacks and drinks. Minutes later, you both sat around the white table in your room and enthusiastically began the discussion about your costume.

Your quirk worked best in natural light, but Megumi made sure to train you under artificial light as well. With this and other weaknesses in mind, you and your brother carefully planned out your hero outfit. The main part of your outfit was a tight sleeveless black high-necked playsuit. The tiny micro sparkles throughout the fabric were actually small reflectors that would help create illusions when you were in an area without significant light. While normally you would just need to be standing under a light source to create illusions, it was always nice to have backup plans.

The suit ended right above your mid-thigh and connected with cuffed thigh-high boots. Located at the bottom of your suit, on either side of your outer thighs, was a minimalist three-point crown-shaped cutout. The bottom of the crown was outlined by the top “cuffs” which were actually large bands that lit up. In regular light, the color was similar to your hair; however, they glowed into a neon version in complete darkness. The rest of your small heeled boots were the same black as your suit. 

On top of the playsuit was a faux turtleneck chelsea style collar. The two oversized front tails of the collar draped gently over your chest. The overall color was white and outlined with the same neon color of your boot cuffs. Attached to the collar were bishop sleeves made out of a sheer opal-like iridescent fabric. The cuffs of the sleeves were the same white as your collar. In the middle of the two front tails was a large ombre bow that went from white to a soft pink. 

As a special gift, your brother personally crafted a tassel that hung from the top of your high collar to your chest, just a bit lower than your bow. The tassel began with a silver moon, a reference to your favorite character. Under it were two iridescent glass beads and a larger iridescent octahedron crystal that laid directly onto your bow. The tassel was finished off by two pink and periwinkle colored stones shaped like flower buds, a nod to your family’s last name and colors. 

Naturally from the topic of outfits came a discussion about your quirks. While your partner group wasn’t selected yet, it still didn’t hurt to strategize. Your elegant classmate seemed to be the type to plan ahead for any type of scenario. 

“[Name]-chan! I couldn’t hear what you said!” Ashido protested loudly. 

“Good,” you said before sticking your tongue out at her. “You shouldn’t be butting into other people’s conversation.” With the possibility that Ashido could possibly be in your partner group, you were glad that she didn’t hear about the secret aspects of your garment. 

The bright pink girl dramatically gasped at your words before cheesing a mischievous grin. Before she could say anything else, the group arrived outside of the observation room. 

Walking in, you surveyed the high-tech dark room and the giant holographic screen. While you knew UA had money, you didn’t realize your new school had money . Before you could gawk even more, you noticed your partner making her way to the front. While you would have preferred to stay in the back, Yaoyorozu evidently wanted to see the action as close as possible. Noticing the other recommendation student, Todoroki, do the same, you quickly followed behind. It wouldn’t do to be the weak recommendation student right from the jump. 

Silently, the class watched the battle begin. Even though you all were sincere in your friendships, deep down there was an intense competition brewing. Everyone wanted to make their mark in the hero world. You did too, in your own selfish ways. Determined thoughts raced through your mind and you tightly grasped your hands in front of you. Unlike the quirk test, you would make sure to showcase what you were all about. 

Your internal thoughts were broken as you watched the intense battle unfold. Bakugou, hot headed as ever, burst onto the scene where the “hero” team was located. It was evident that he didn’t want to give a single edge to the other team. While you couldn’t hear his words to your shook friends, you already knew how furious they were. The class felt the red hot aura of anger even in the building across the street. 

Everyone had mixed responses to the sudden attack and while you knew it was smart, you couldn’t help the spark of irritation that appeared. Grudgingly though, you knew it was one hell of a plan. You just hoped your new friends would be able to counter it. As much as you believed that you and Bakugou’s personalities would ultimately clash, you knew everyone was chosen for the hero course for some reason. While the boy was undoubtedly hot headed, there must have been some good in him for him to want to become a hero. Unlike yourself. Too bad you cared less besides your own selfish desires. 

You wheezed out a laugh as you watched Mirdoriya use a shoulder throw on his “friend”... well more like frenemy. Boys were weird. While you cheered on the boy for providing you entertainment through wrestlemania moves, it only seemed to enrage his spiky blonde opponent even more. 

You were even more entertained as your teacher led a “plus ultra” chant out of nowhere. The number one hero was… somethin’. You lifted your fist a little as you said the motto of the school. You stared at him and your classmates in both entertainment and disbelief. You didn’t know what to think of your new teacher. While everything in your mind was positive, you couldn’t put your finger on his personality.

A concerned Aoyama brought the class back to the situation at hand. The battle was getting intense. While Midoriya was getting the best of Bakugou, you wondered how long his luck would last. Eyeing the countdown, you mentally pushed Uraraka to find the missile while the two boys were caught up in their dramatic fight. 

Does he even care about the class? It seemed like instead of focusing on his main mission, Bakugou had a point to prove. You wondered what triggered his rage. Just the very existence of Midoriya seemed to make him blind with anger. As more and more people commented on as the time ticked down, you decided to silently observe what appeared as two different battles. Iida and Uraraka, wherever she was, seemed to be focused on the mission whereas both Bakugou and Mirdoriya seemed determined to prove a point to each other. 

“What do you think?” you whispered to your partner. 

“While Bakugou-kun seems a bit… crazed,” you snorted at her words. “I do think his team has the advantage. Midoriya-kun’s quirk is a bit…” Yaoyorozu trailed off looking at the scene. Her eyes suddenly widened and you followed her gaze. 

“Young Bakugou, stop!” All Might Commanded. Bakugou being Bakugou ignored the advice and shot off a large explosion. Your heart raced as the building shook. This was quickly becoming dangerous. 

“All Might-sensei, I think you should pause the class,” you tried to keep your words calm and steady, but stern. You were promptly ignored as your teacher tried to get the blonde to stop. While you noticed Uraraka’s battle with Iida, you didn’t want anyone to get badly hurt. If Bakugou sent another explosion like that, the building might collapse. 

Kirishima soon followed you with his own pleads. Your teacher denied his requests. You couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. What is he thinking? Wasn’t this too much? Even as your teacher commanded Bakugou to stop using those attacks, it still didn’t seem to dull his rage. 

Your attention switched often between the battle and your teacher who seemed to be battling with something internally. You watched his hand clench and tremble around the microphone. 

The battle finally climaxed as your classmates began their pleads once again. Just as your teacher was about to command the group to stop, Midoriya finally used his powers. Though not in the way you expected. 

You watched as he blew a hole in the floor above and Uraraka grabbed the missile. Realizing that they won, you couldn’t help but cheer for them. You sensed the gaze of your classmates as they remained too shocked to say anything, but you were too happy with the outcome.

Your happiness didn’t last long as you watched Midoriya faint. His team had won, but at what cost? Could your friend really be a hero with such an injury-inducing quirk? He had the drive and the smarts, but would that be enough? I guess in this case, it was , you thought, observing the shocked expression on Bakugou’s face.

As you analyzed the results of the battle, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the defeated blonde. You could no longer sense the blood-thirsty determination from him. You frowned at change. Did the battle really affect him that much? Surely the boy had lost something before this. While it was embarrassing to be on the loser side of things, Bakugou looked like he experienced the worst event of his life. Maybe he had? 

Evidently, your partner had other thoughts as she launched into a blunt analysis of the battle, providing critiques of every single person. Goddamn, your face probably looked like you ate a lemon as you widely eyed the floor beside you. Read the room girl. Have a little more tact. Though you admired her straight shooter style, you felt a sense of relief that you weren’t on the other side of her critique. 

The girl looked proud as your teacher, though evidently surprised at her expert critique, praised her. Meanwhile, you were by her side shook. Yaoyorozu would make a great teacher. You shot her a thumbs up when she glanced at you. 

The battles continued and finally, you were called. 

As you walked into the building, you made a once again flustered and confused Yaoyorozu punch fists with you. If you were in a more teasing mood, you would have made her do a team shout. 

It was time to rock and roll.

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“Kaminari apparently short circuits himself when he reaches a certain watt limit… maybe we can use that?”

“As long as there is some sort of surface, it looks like Jirou is able to cause varied disruptions. We probably need to stop that first.” 

“Should we do an evil villain laugh?” 

“Fujisaki-san!”

You laughed at your increasingly flustered partner. Yaoyorozu, the poor girl, still wasn’t over the fist bump. You briefly wondered how the girl grew up. It was obvious that your tall partner came from money. While she treated you with respect and kindness, you wondered how many social interactions she had with people outside of her bubble. The poor girl got confused over a simple fist bump. 

Plus she needed to relax a little. Yaoyorozu had been wound up tight since you entered the designated villain lair. Of course, this was a serious exercise and you wanted to do your best, but it wouldn’t bode well if she or you were too much in your own heads. 

The tall girl pouted, “Fujisaki-san, let’s take this seriously!” 

“Is that a pout from our resident princess?”

“Hush!” The pout quickly disappeared at your question. 

Moving on from your minor teasing, you suddenly got serious. “Are you able to create some metal barricades to put on the door? Better yet ones that are non-conductive? We can’t avoid Jirou-san’s total range but we can use the metal as a barrier. Also if we win this, please use ‘-Chan’.” 

Yaoyorozu fumbled with her words at your abrupt change before replying. She was the one who wanted me to be serious, you thought, pursing your lips a bit at her shocked expression at your change. 

“Yes! That’s a great idea. The metal sheets should hold, hopefully. There’s no such thing as non-conductive metals so maybe titanium? Or maybe Bismuth? But I’ve never made that before…” you let her mumbles go through one ear and out of the other. She lost me at titanium. 

Minutes later, you watched your partner pull out titanium bars from her body. Am I supposed to look away? You really weren’t sure so you made sure to only look at her eyes or the area around the near naked girl. 

“Jirou-san is going to realize pretty quickly that we’re blocking Kaminari’s powers. She’ll probably try to find a soft spot in the ground to break through.” While you weren’t sure how they would accomplish that, it seemed like the only plausible way for the heroes to win once they realized they couldn’t go through the door. “She may try to pull off a Deku trick in her own way. If that happens, I should be able to use my quirk.” You really wanted to use your quirk. 

“How are you going to do that?” Your partner’s tone was curious as she finished pulling out the last of the metal barriers. As much as you liked Yaoyorozu, seeing her pull objects out of her chest like a human version of operation kind of freaked you out. You hoped that you would get used to it soon. This world still caught you off guard sometimes. 

“I’m not positive and it may be far-fetched, but if Jirou somehow gets through the grounds or walls, a part of her jack might peak out. If it does, I can touch it and create an illusion. It should buy us time until the clock runs out.” 

Yaoyorozu's eyes sparkled at your idea. Feeling a little flustered at yourself, you quickly waved off your idea. “That’s only if they don’t give up and just try to just go through the door somehow. Luckily, no one saw my quirk yesterday, so we have the element of surprise.” Besides your minor details about it from earlier, the only reason Yaoyoruzu knew more about your quirk was simply due to the recommendation exam.  For that reason only, you were glad you weren’t against Todoroki or on the opposite sides of Yaoyorozu during this exercise. 

With those final words, you two began forming the metal barrier. Working quickly, you both finished a few minutes later and after checking the clock that Yaoyorozu created, you saw that there were only nine minutes left. Now all you two had to do was wait it out. 

Hearing buzzing and a curse, you both glanced at each other. They were finally making their move. 

With a loud bang on the door, the buzz of electricity began once again. What in the world are they doing? Well whatever they were doing, it wasn’t successful. The titanium stood strong with no dents. 

Listening to Kaminari’s endless curses and shouts, you turned to your partner. “Should we say something villainous to them?” 

“Fujisaki-san!”

“Fujisaki-chan!” 

Before she could reply, you noticed the sudden silence. They were definitely planning something. 

As time trickled down, you both made sure to stay on your guards. Jirou was smart. She would be able to find a way out of her mess. You just had to outsmart her before she dug up a good strategy. 

Though , you glanced at the remaining five minutes on the clock, she might become panicked. You hoped that she would. 

An imaginary bulb blinked on in your head. You could always force her to panic. Your plan may have been juvenile but hopefully, it would work. 

“Hey Yaoyorozu, how much time do we have left?” You shouted on top of your lungs to her. You prayed that the other two heard you as well.

The tall girl stared at you in shock at the sudden volume change. You quickly whispered for her to yell out her own reply. 

Confused, she did what you asked. “Five minutes!” 

While you wanted her to lie about it, her response would have to do. You needed Jirou and Kaminari to become panicked at the thought of losing by the clock. 

And panicked they became. 

It was small, but you quickly noticed the cracks appearing next to the door. Jirou was creating a fissure in the wall to do something . You bit your lip harshly as you tried to figure out the girl’s next strategy. You had to be one step ahead of her to win this thing. 

“Hey, could you make some long tweezers?” you whispered to your deeply thinking partner. 

“Uh, sure,” she quickly created your requested item. “But Fujisaki-san what exactly are you…” 

She trailed off as you tipped toed towards the ever growing fissure. Yaoyorozu silently watched as you dropped down in front of the wall.

Wait for it. Wait for it. Waiiiitttt- Now! As you patiently watched the growing cracks, you saw a tiny part of Jirou’s appendage poke through. 

Grabbing the ear wire tightly with the tweezers, you pulled a little more out before gently touching the lobe with a finger. You paid no mind to the large yelp, but silently said your apology. 

As part of your apology, you created an illusion that you hoped the purple haired girl would enjoy. 

The excitement of the night clung to everyone in the tight room. You could hear the eager murmurs and felt the static sensation of anticipation. Checking your phone, you saw that the time was near. 

A hush fell over the crowd as the lights dimmed. A tingling feeling began in your feet and it slowly slithered up your whole body. Ecstasy was within your grasp as you felt the cold then warm sensation envelop your body. You waited with a bated breath. 

Finally, you heard it. 

The slow crackling of the guitar. The hit of the drums that signaled the beginning of nirvana. Glancing up, you saw the blue-haired singer rise up from the fog. The silver coins tied to his black see-through vest jingled something hypotonic. The smile of a beast appeared.

The cheers that followed with the band’s appearance broke the fragile sound barrier. Shattered the ceiling of eager breathlessness. 

The crowd roared and screamed. Bodies pressed together and became one unit of tantalizing sensations. Another person’s exhilaration only multiplied your’s. Your own added to another. Soon you didn’t know where you began and where another person ended. 

You doubted anything could top this moment. 

You stepped away from your illusion and allowed yourself to feel a faux sense of confidence that Jirou was enjoying herself. Earlier today, you noticed that the purple haired girl’s backpack was covered with numerous band pins. Your illusion was the perfect place for your classmate and you hoped she didn’t dislike you over your trick. 

Quickly yet carefully, you dropped the girl’s appendage and let it hang from the wall. Shuffling back to your partner, you both waited as the clock struck down to zero. Trying and failing to make small talk, you and the black-haired girl tried your best to ignore the baffled words and screams of Kaminari as he tried to pull Jirou out of your illusion. 

“Being a villain doesn’t feel good,” you whispered. Your stomach continuously dropped and your heart refused to stop its rapid beating. You stared deeply at the chipped floor and swept your foot in circles. 

“Yeah,” your partner mumbled.

Finally, the clock buzzed. The battle was over. 

As All Might congratulated you two for being victorious, you and Yaoyorozu raced to the door to begin the takedown of the metal barrier. You two worked swiftly, both silently agreeing to check on your opponents as quickly as possible. While you may have played villainous roles worthy of an oscar, you two were heroes to the core. 

You could still taste the sourness of guilt on your tongue as you opened the door to greet your fellow classmates. Crouching down beside the electric boy who was still shaking Jirou, you pushed him over slightly. 

“Sorry,” you said sincerely. Tapping his partner’s shoulder, you watched as her hazy eyes slowly cleared. 

As the last mist from her mind and eyes cleared, Jiroud suddenly shot up and banged her head with your own. Gripping your bruised cranium, you nor Jirou could hold in the groan of pain.  

Puffing your cheeks, you glared at her in false agitation. “Was that supposed to be payback?” 

“Eh? Fujisaki-chan?” it was evident that Jirou’s mind was still muddled. From what Megumi said and your own experience almost a year ago, it took awhile for people to come to grips with reality once you brought them back. Particularly, if your illusion brought about strong emotions. 

“My apologies, it seems like my illusion was a bit too much.” You got up and stretched your hand for her to take. You could feel Yaoyorozu’s gaze drilling into the back of your head and Kamimari’s into your side. 

“No, no, you got me good,” your classmate claimed, grabbing your hand. She chuckled, twirling her earlobes. “It was actually kind of fun. The music was nice, though it came from the wrong band.” 

Seeing her in a relatively good mood, as much as one could be after losing, you chuckled. “I’m not really familiar with the bands you like so I kind of just mashed them together.” You were more of an American pop and R&B girl yourself so the fact that you recognized one of the bands on Jirou’s bag spoke volumes.  

“No hard feelings?” You asked, tone tinged with hopefulness. While she seemed like she was okay, you needed verbal confirmation in order to move on. 

“None whatsoever.” Her swift reply caused you to sigh with relief. 

“Fujisaki-chan! You gave me a scare-” Kaminari began as the four of you began your descent down the stairs and towards the observation room. 

“-Sorry, sorry.”

“How are you going to fix my fragile soul?” his flirtatious words almost stopped you in your tracks. Before you could say anything, Jirou trampled on his attempts. 

“Like she would be interested in you. A guy who breaks over a simple loss isn’t worth it. Fujisaki-chan it’s better to drop a sucker like that,” she claimed, rolling her black eyes. 

You wheezed while Kaminari, shocked at her words, seemed to dive into a pit of despair. You and the other two girls ignored his mental pain and continued walking. The only boy in your group slowly zombie walked his way behind. 

The feedback you received was positive. You and Yaoyorozu perked up at All Might’s praise at your quick planning. While you knew you still had a long way to go, it was nice to hear some positive reinforcement after yesterday’s debacle. 

The class met an abrupt end as your teacher raced to tell the news to “young Midoriya”. Slightly confused, the class watched as he ran away. 

I guess that’s it. What an odd odd man, you thought dusting and fixing your clothes from All Might’s running induced wind. Iida, ever the dad of the group, ordered you all to change and get to class quickly. Grumbling, you all followed his orders. It seemed like no one wanted to part with their beloved hero outfit. 

Compared to your combat class, the rest of your classes were an absolute bore. You even managed to catch a few of your classmates sleeping behind upright books - though Iida quickly put a stop to that with a shout and a chop of his hand. While his loud words prevented any further naps, it did little to subdue the chatter surrounding a certain boy’s absence and his earlier battle. The conversation surrounding Midoriya only heightened as Aizawa updated the class before dismissing everyone for the day. 

Whether they were enamored by his battle or simply wanted to know if he was okay, the class sans Bakugou quickly decided to wait for the boy to make his appearance. At his arrival nearly an hour later, everyone gathered around him to introduce themselves and ask him questions. 

Seeing his patched up appearance was enough for you, but you knew it wouldn’t be for Uraraka. Having to leave before Broccoli Boy woke up, your friend made you promise her that you would check on him and text her on his status. You of course said yes, also wanting to make sure your friend was okay. Naturally, though, her request wouldn’t come without consequences. 

After observing the flustered boy for a few minutes, you slyly took a picture and sent it to the cute girl. 

Your boyfriend is a’okay Uraraka-chan ;)

Standing up, you ignored the many text vibrations that were undoubtedly from your embarrassed friend. Placing your bag on your back, you walked over to Midoriya. You lightly plucked his forehead. 

“Your girlfriend was worried about youuu,” you cooed in fake innocence. “Make sure you check on her m’kay?” You smiled teasingly. It only grew as the injured boy tried to sputter a response. 

“Bye everyone! See you tomorrow!” you waved before leaving. Midoriya tried to stop you, but you fast walked away. 

Humming as you walked down the sunset reflected halls, you slowly came to a stop as you noticed a blonde boy somberly walking outside towards the front entrance. 

Tilting your head, you observed your down in the dumps classmate. The class affected him more than I thought. While you made it a point to not interact with the hot head as much, you still felt pity for the boy who had his world shift in a matter of fifteen minutes. The critique from Todoroki and Yaoyorozu probably didn’t help either.  

Once again ignoring the endless texts from your baby faced friend, you quickly messaged the broccoli boy through your class’ group chat. I should get his number one of these days. Currently Uraraka, and somehow Ashido, were the only people with your number.

Kacchan looks a bit out of it since hero class. 

You guys are friends right? 

Maybe you should go check on him. 

With those three texts, you powered off your phone. You did your part as a classmate. This was between Midoriya and Bakugou.

Even still, you made sure to take the long way to the front entrance. 

Chapter Text

You quickly got used to your school routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, meet up with Uraraka, class, lunch, more class, go home, and repeat. You were happy with the pattern and while some people may have found it mundane, for you, there was truly never a dull day. Especially not with the characters you called classmates. 

Though, you let your mind wander to the what-ifs. Honestly speaking, everything seemed too good to be true. All of it was a little too… perfect. While you tried not to push negatives into the Universe, you couldn’t help but wonder how much time you truly had.

Before you could delve in deeper and take a one way trip to self-induced melancholy, the shouts from an abnormally large group stopped you. Jaw-slacked, you took a moment to observe the obviously fired up group of journalists. Unfortunately, there was only one main entrance into the school and even more unfortunately, the group of hungry journalists currently surrounded it.  The crowd wasn’t that big yesterday. 

“What in the world?”

You and Uraraka continued to stare at the crowd of reporters in front of you. Dumbfounded you watched as they tried to make their way through the gates. They were like rabid animals, trying to get the last piece of meat. You were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of them. 

Cautiously, you both tried to slip in before they could spot you. Naturally, they did. 

“What do you think of All Might as a teacher?” a fierce brown haired lady shoved the microphone in Uraraka’s face. 

“Umm..” your friend looked at you for guidance. You stared back at her, mind empty. You felt your internal computer swiftly drop to zero percent. Error 404. 

“He’s very muscular!” your friend finished before trying to drag your lifeless body to the school. 

“And you?” the woman was determined to get a juicy answer. You could see the bloodlust in her eyes as she pushed the microphone against your lips. You tried not to think of how many lips touched the mix before. Disgusting. 

Once again you didn’t know what to say. What if you said the wrong thing? Would they see how much of an imposter you were? For God’s sake, you thought Sailor Moon was real! 

“Ummm,” you trailed off before looking over their heads. “Ah, All Might-Sensei! Hello!” You waved to the air. 

Shocked, the group turned their heads. I can’t believe they fell for that. 

Taken aback by the group’s lack of brain cells, you let Uraraka take the lead as she grabbed your hand and rushed into the school. As she led you through the maze of the school, you let your internal computer boot back up. Everything was a haze as you both stumbled to the bright red doors of class 1-A. 

Huffing and puffing, you slid your class’ door open. Uraraka followed you in as you lifelessly walked to your desk. You paid no attention to the words around you as you dropped your head on the table. 

Let’s take a five minute nap, shall we? 

“Fujisaki get up.” your homeroom teacher’s dry voice immediately woke you up from your catnap. You glanced away as the man’s strained eyes stared at you in disapproval. 

“Sorry Aizawa-sensei.” You tried to smile innocently to no effect. 

“Fujisaki-chan, you should know better than to sleep in class!” Iida shouted from across the room. The rest of the class chuckled. 

Ignoring his student’s words, your Aizawa continued. “Good work on yesterday’s combat training. I saw the video and results. Bakugou…” you let your mind trail off as you thought about earlier. Are those reporters still out there? You subtly shuddered. You hoped not. You couldn’t handle another run in with those people. 

“.... Fujisaki, you did well. Try to work on the whole touching thing. Nine times out of ten it won’t work in a real battle, but good work overall.” At his words, you straightened up. 

“I understand.” Like Megumi’s own advice, you would take heed and do your best to work on it. 

“Now let’s get down to homeroom business. Sorry about the late notice, but today, I’ll have you…” 

Time seemed to stop at his words. All of you dreaded the idea of another quirk test. 

“...decide on a class representative.” 

“Sensei please don’t say things like that so dramatically,” you said frustrated at the man’s innate tendency for dramatics. While it was vastly different from your brother’s style, you couldn’t help but believe that Aizawa also found some sick joy in this type of decievement. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Of course, he didn’t. 

“I want to be class rep! Pick me!” Kirishima was the first to offer himself for the role. His cry created a tidal wave of other offers. You were one of the few who didn’t want it - which meant more entertainment as the spectacle of class elections erupted. Sitting back, you enjoyed the fierce battle of words as your classmates tried to persuade each other for their votes. 

Aizawa-sensei could care less. You observed the man as he fell to the floor and began to make his way into dreamland. 

“Sensei, if I can’t sleep. Why can you?”

“Be quiet, Fujisaki.”

Somehow you ended up in the role of tallying the votes. An oh so important role. Well at least it kept your friends from spewing bullshit words just for your vote. Hayato’s constant flowery words made you both immune to them and less tolerant. Cold hard cash on the other hand? You would do almost anything for that… Just thinking about the amount of merchandise you could buy made you drool. 

Over half the class wanted the coveted role and most people voted for themselves. You weren’t surprised to see Yaoyorozu earn the second most votes. While her critique from yesterday was on par with an army sergeant’s, they came from a good place and definitely needed to be said. You were baffled when you saw who had the most votes. Midoriya? Broccoli boy? Deku?

As much as you liked the broccoli head, you didn’t think he would be a great representative. You, yourself, had voted for Yaoyorozu. Honestly, you had assumed that it would be a tie between Iida and your partner from yesterday. 

“Uh, Yaoyaorozu-chan has two votes and… Midoriya-kun has three,” you couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. That boy seemed to have endless amounts of luck. You wondered when it was going to finally run out? He’s going to be eaten up in this role. You wished him luck. 

Just like you, the green-haired boy couldn’t believe it himself nor did your other classmates. 

“You must have cheated, freakin’ raspberry head! What, you got some sort of crush on Deku!?” At Kacchan’s words, you looked at him in stunned disbelief. Huh?

“What? Cat caught your tongue?” his endless shouts were met with a chalk stick to the head. Did Bakugou ever think before he spoke? You could already tell that this was a boy who never faced any sort of serious repercussions in his life. Was this really the boy that Midoriya went out of his way to save? 

“Shut up Kacchan,” you met the boy's glare with your own. The other people in your class seemed to shrivel up at your expression. 

“What did you call me!?” he exclaimed. You ignored him and took deep breaths. You tried your hardest to think of the good that must have been buried deep in the blonde gremlin.

“Anyway like I was -”

“Don’t ignore me fruit punch!” Thwack! Another chalk stick snapped on his head. Fuck ‘em. You could care less about the crackles from sparky boy’s hands. If you took one thing from yesterday’s combat class it was that Bakugou didn’t listen or learn unless his ass was beat. 

“-saying, congrats to our new reps! Please take care of us!” You brightly smiled as you walked to your seat. No one commented when you kicked Bakugou’s desk, though you did notice the pallor on everyone’s face. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fuming boy or yourself. While your lower face contained a grin that would make Miss Japan jealous, your eyes screamed death for anyone who commented on your current situation with the blonde terror. 

Sitting down, you took a few moments to gather yourself before shifting your attention to Iida who was beating himself up for losing. While you felt for the obviously downcasted boy, there wasn’t much you could do to change the situation. Midoriya and Yaoyorozu had won fair and square. 

“Midoriya,” You called him, making him turn towards you. 

“Y-yes!” The boy froze as you laid your eyes on him. Ah, you must have still had that look in your eyes. You tried to smile even brighter without realizing that meant showing more teeth. In Midoriya’s eyes, you looked like a bloodthirsty carnivore looking at the last mouse on Earth. 

“Get up there with Yaoyorozu-chan and speak,” you commanded, already over the situation. As much as you tried to play it off, Bakugou’s words irritated you. I’m ready for lunch. 

“Y-yes ma’am,” he stammered, walking to the podium. You raised an eyebrow and stared at him with disbelief at his word choice. While you knew who voted for him, you couldn’t help but speculate if Iida and Uraraka did it out of pity. Midoriya’s battle yesterday was fantastic, but was it enough to make him the spokesperson of the class? 

Depending on who you asked, your sensei had the best or worst timing. While you truly believed he was at least semi-conscious the whole time, Aizawa finally “woke” up and introduced your two classmates as their new roles. 

Even though she was normally put together and mature, Yaoyorozu was still a kid. Noticing the disappointed look on her face, you quickly shot her a thumbs up. She smiled at you gratefully. 

Class was well… class and while Midoriya’s role was a shock to everyone, no one treated him any differently. When lunch finally made its way around, you, for the first time, decided to switch up your routine. Looking back three days later, you wondered if that had been your first mistake. 

Yaoyorozu still looked down-trodden by the results by the time lunch came around. Feeling sympathy for her situation, you asked her to eat lunch with you. 

“Sure!” she beamed at you, cheeks a pretty pink. 

“Jirou, you join us as well!” you wanted to talk to the girl you somewhat bonded with after your match from yesterday. She nodded happily. 

You were relieved that Uraraka was so understanding. You had hoped she wouldn’t take it the wrong way and naturally, she didn’t. If it was anyone other than Uraraka, you probably wouldn’t believe that they were actually okay with the sudden ditch. The bubbly girl promised to eat with the new girl group the next day. 

Compared to the week before, the cafeteria was particularly noisy that day. You weren’t sure what changed for everyone to be there at once, but as long as Lunch Rush didn’t run out of Shrimp Tempura, you wouldn’t complain. 

“There’s so many people here,” Jirou stated while twiddling with her lobes. Yaoyorozu nodded while scanning the crowded lunchroom. You nodded as well, but your attention was captured by the steaming fluffs of white and fried rice. Almost in a trance, you asked the most important question of the day: 

“What are you guys eating?” 

That question opened the gates into a friendly debate. The topic: what were the best foods for a hero to eat. 

“All I’m saying is, if Fatgum is able to eat katsudon five times out of the week, then I should be able to eat an ebi-fry sandwich just as much!” you exclaimed. You refused to eat the asparagus that Yaoyorozu tried to force upon you and Jirou. 

“We need to eat greens Fujisaki-san!” your tall friend tried to push the dish towards you. It was her fifth attempt at making you eat the green vegetable. While you most definitely weren’t unhealthy and ate some sort of vegetable during dinner, the idea of eating whatever you wanted at lunch was just too appealing to not take advantage of. 

Sighing dramatically, you took the dish before shooting your friends a mischievous smirk. “If I eat these Yaoyorozu- chan , do you think I can get boobs like yours or what?” You blinked your eyes innocently though your true intentions shined through.

The girl turned beet red as she huffed while you and Jirou chortled like piggies. 

“Be quiet, both of you!” she exclaimed, unconsciously covering her breasts. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you began, though you weren’t apologetic in the least. “I’ll eat it, dear big sister Yaoyorozu.”

“Fujisaki-san!”

“Fujisaki-chan!” you corrected. You pierced an asparagus and lifted it in the air for emphasis.  

However, before you could crunch on your sauteed vegetable, the alarms suddenly blasted on. 

“There has been a Level 3 security breach. All students please evacuate outdoors promptly.”

Of course, your well to do friend was the first one to react. 

“Fujisaki-chan, Jirou-chan, we have to get to safety!” your friend's voice left no room for comments. You two quickly nodded before running towards the emergency exit with the rest of the students. 

You soon became claustrophobic as everyone pushed and shoved their way to safety. You had lost sight of your friends almost as soon as the crowd intensified with panic. The bottlenecked area wasn’t helping and was doing more harm than good. No one had any idea what was going on. 

You tried to calm yourself. It would be no good if your quirk shot off due to a frenzy. Who knew what type of illusion you would create under this type of emotional torment and the harm it would cause your fellow peers. With every part of your body touching someone else’s, you would probably land yourself and the people around in the hospital. 

“Everyone! Everything's fine!” At the sound of Iida’s voice, the students looked up. Finally, the pushing had stopped. The panicked crowd around you listened attentively and began to slowly calm down as your classmate explained the situation. It seemed like the media would do nothing to stop their inside scoop about the number one hero. 

As the crowd dispersed, you nudged your way through towards the large glass windows and pressed yourself against them. Not to look out and see the media who trespassed, like some other students, but to calm yourself down. You felt your stomach flip one too many times as the crowd pushed and shoved. As the cold of the window penetrated your body, you felt burning acid rumble its way up. 

Too much had happened in such little time and now you were sick to your stomach. Laying your head on the glass, you ferociously gulped down air. Before you could even complete one good gulp, you realized it wouldn’t work. I’m going to throw up. 

“Oh my god!” someone yelped as you upchucked at the window. The splattering of what was probably your ebi-fry sandwich, was amplified as it hit the lower border of the window. The ringing in your ears soon reached new heights as you continued to heave. 

The loitering people near you suddenly cleared the area as they clenched their noses shut. 

“[Name]-chan!” 

“Fujisaki-san.” 

You recognized the voices of Uraraka and Todoroki. You continued to throw up as you tried to wave them both off. 

You could hear them mumbling and the shriek of Midoriya as he entered the scene. 

Feeling the last bits coming out, you coughed and sucked in a deep breath. As disgusted as you felt doing so, you had no choice but to use your sleeve to wipe off the brown drool on your chin. 

“[Name]-chan, are you alright?” Do I look alright, Uraraka-chan? You knew it was a reflex question that everyone asked, but your head was pounding as the result of your previous actions and you just wanted to rest. The rapidly building pain in your head signaled an oncoming migraine. 

“I’ll take her to Recovery Girl’s office,” you heard Todoroki say in his deep voice. The two-toned boy clearly didn’t listen to your previous gesture to buzz off. 

Too weak and too focused on calming yourself down, you let the two-toned boy lift your arm around his shoulder. 

“Come on, let’s walk,” the boy ended up half-dragging you to the office. 

Your two friends quietly walked behind before the scarred boy asked them to go to class and let whoever was teaching know about your situation.

Everything seemed to run together. Up and down somehow merged with left and right. Your vision blurred as your migraine became intense. You couldn’t help, but lean on Todoroki's shoulder. You hoped he understood. 

“Don’t get this confused,” you slurred. You bet your breath smelt like ass. Oh well. You weren't in your right mind anyway. “I’m not hitting on you or anything. I don’t like boys like you…. I like masked men who like dumplings more….” 

“I don’t understand what you mean so I’m just going to act like I didn’t hear that,” he stated. He made sure to keep his eyes straight ahead.

“Hah!” you mumbled before everything went black.

Chapter Text

You woke up at the sound of smacking lips. Eyes somewhat heavy, you let them rest on the old woman sitting next to you in a high leveled chair. You watched as her lips shrunk back from the teal-haired girl she was treating. 

“Hello Recovery Girl-sensei,” you mumbled, staring at her with half-open eyes. She swiftly swiveled to face you.

The old lady tutted, “I don’t know why they called for such a drastic emergency. They should have just said to stay put!” 

You silently agreed. As she ranted, you looked over at the other beds. It seems as though you weren’t the only student who ended up in the nurse’s office. 

“You had a bit of a panic attack, Fujisaki-san,” her words caught your attention. 

“You weren’t the only one, but you did make quite the mess near the lunch hall.” You cringed as she continued. You knew your reputation was shot. 

Your internal strife must have shown on your face as the nurse took one look and began chuckling. You pouted, the old woman clearly didn’t understand that your life was ruined. 

“He’s probably long gone by now, but make sure you thank your classmate. The boy brought you back just in time.” 

“What boy?” A boy saw you in your nasty state? You mentally agonized once again. 

“Todoroki-kun… Endeavor's son?” You stared at her, hearing her words, but not processing them. Was she confused? Why in the world would that stoic boy do something like that? Not to say that you thought he was mean, the two-toned boy just seemed like a loner. Someone who saw a problem and told someone else so they could deal with it and he could avoid the social interaction. 

Recovery Girl waved off the puzzling situation. “Anyways dear, how’s your head?”

“Peaceful,” you said with relief. No more pounding and especially no more nauseousness. 

“Good. I would advise you to take care and avoid panicked crowds, but the life of a hero isn’t one where you can avoid that. Make sure to practice breathing when you get overwhelmed, try to breathe deeply and think of something simple, something safe.” 

You nodded as you concentrated on her words. 

Looking over her shoulder, the old woman glanced at the clock. “You slept the whole day, dear. I’m here for a few more hours so rest and call your parents to take you home. I would highly suggest not going home by yourself.” 

You nodded your head at her orders masked as suggestions. While you were bummed that you had slept through your classes, you knew that your body needed it. At least you would be well rested for the combat class tomorrow. You didn’t want to miss it for the world. You had things to do and goals to accomplish. 

“While I know it may be hard for you, make sure you get some rest. Young heroes always want action, they never sit still until the Universe makes them. When you are ready to leave, make sure you take your stuff. Your classmates dropped off your things,” she pointed to the small drawer next to the bed. Your pastel bag was easy to recognize. With her final words, Recovery Girl left you to your thoughts, though you felt her occasional glance every once in a while. 

One hour later, your brother slammed his way through the door with a terrifying yell. “[Name], I’m here to save you!” 

His yell was met with shrieks from students who’d woken up with his ruckus, a glaring nurse, and a smack to the head by your mother. Embarrassed, your mother bowed deeply to her elder, thanked her, and quickly got you out of there. 

On the way home, you listened to the album called “Hayato is getting punished and you’re laughing because you’re not”. A grammy worthy album if you said so yourself. 

The rest of the night was spent resting and letting your family dote on you. You tried not to think about how your mother must have felt seeing her child in a hospital room twice within a year. If she noticed that you hugged her a little harder that night, she didn’t mention it and only hugged you just as tight.

As you made your way to school the next day, you were content in knowing that you followed Recovery Girl’s orders to a ‘T’. However, days and weeks later, you would always wonder if the events that occurred would be the Universe’s way of reminding you that she was always in control.  

Alas, you weren’t in the business of precognition - that was your mother’s job - and walked happily to class. 

“Fujisaki-chan!”

“Fujisaki-san!” 

“Yo!” you grinned and shot them a peace sign. “So what did I miss?”

Your classmates were quick to update you on Iida’s new role as class rep. Shouldn’t Yaoyorozu be class rep then? You decided to keep the question to yourself. The girl seemed to have grudgingly made peace with it so you let the topic rest. 

“Stop the chattering. It’s time to get back to class,” Aizawa said, putting a stop to the conversation before it could grow even longer. 

“Sensei, you didn’t even ask if I was alright!” 

“Quiet Fujisaki.” 

An hour later, your homeroom teacher was introducing your next hero training class. You couldn’t stop the excitement bubbling up in your stomach as he discussed what was going to happen for the next two hours. 

While your teacher gave you the option to not wear your costumes, naturally no one chose it. Rushing, you ran with the other girls to put on your costumes in the locker room. Somehow, in record time, everyone met outside near the side entrance to wait for the bus. 

You quickly spotted the odd one out known as Midoriya. He was the only one wearing his P.E. clothes. 

“Bakugou did some damage, didn’t he?” You questioned walking over to him. You eyed him up and down. “At least your gear made it out of the blast.” 

“Yeah,” he seemed to lament on the loss of his mother’s creation, before asking if you were really okay. “Fujisaki-chan, are sure you’re okay?” 

Your broccoli haired boy was adorable. You smiled at him and thanked him for his concern. 

“Don’t worry! I’m as good as new. Recovery girl straightened me out.” He smiled back, happy that you were okay. 

Similar questions were thrown at you on the bus. You simply waved them off with a smile. 

“I’m fine everyone!,” you flexed your arm in exaggeration. You couldn’t keep the gentle smile off of your face. “Thank you for asking.” You truly meant it. Your heart warmed at the sight of everyone’s concern. 

You could feel a certain two-toned boy’s gaze on you and you refused to turn around to look at him. Your memories from the time you vomited up until you woke up were still foggy, but something told you that you didn’t want to revisit them. It must not have been good if you went by Todoroki’s stare. Normally you would have met the challenge, but your embarrassment won out. You sunk a bit in your seat and blew some hair out of your face. Stop staring at me dammit! 

The conversation soon turned towards everyone’s quirks. You wheezed at the shade thrown at the resident explosive boy. You watched as the anger built in the boy as everyone piled on him. Serves him right, you thought about his wild accusations from the day before. 

“It’s amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage,” Kaminari teased. 

Next to you, Midoriya was having quite the meltdown over the teasing. Nudging him with your elbow, you stated, “Chin up, now you can say whatever to him and get away with it.” 

The green-haired boy looked at you in terror. You smiled at him like a cat who caught a canary. “Go on… do it.” The boy panicked even more as he tried to stop your egging on. “Don’t be shy. Say everything you’ve ever wanted to.” You gave him a coy look. 

“Fujisaki-chan!” 

Before you could mess with him even more, Aizawa announced the class’ arrival. You couldn’t help but draw the comparison to Epcot as you stared at the grand dome. Tense excitement coursed through your veins with every step towards the simulation facility. 

The class was soon greeted by an astronaut-looking hero. Their tone sounded feminine, but it was hard to discern their gender - if they had one. As people raved about the hero’s appearance, you felt something unsettling as you gazed at the mysterious person, now known as Thirteen. There was an eerie recognition that settled in your mind. You knew this person, but at the same time, you had never come across someone like this since you woke up.

As Thirteen welcomed you all, you somehow felt her heavy gaze on you through her dark abyss of a helmet. Your entire world turned on its axis as you shivered under the monitoring stare. Without realizing, you stumbled. The air kicked beneath you as if the Gods of this world decided to play a trick and trip you. You still couldn’t keep your eyes off of the hero that you absolutely knew was staring back at you. 

Someone placed their hands on your shoulder to quickly balance you. Startled to your very core, you looked up at the person holding your shoulders and body steady. Todoroki… you felt your face heat up. 

“Are you okay?” his deep voice was dull, but you could hear the concern. You were suddenly brought back to what Recovery Girl said yesterday. Once again the boy had gone out of his way to help you. 

“Y-yes,” you replied while nodding. You tried not to think of the stutter and the overall tone of fright that lingered in your voice. 

The tall boy said nothing as he stared at you for a few seconds. You felt yourself sweat, mentally begging him to back up. He nodded to himself before placing distance between you two. 

You quickly scampered to the other side as people asked you if you were okay. You even felt Aizawa’s burning gaze on you. Once again you waved off their concern. 

“I must have tripped on something,” you chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of your head. Everyone seemed to believe your white lie. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you felt Thirteen’s eyes move away. While it would be hard to do so, you promised yourself to avoid the teacher from now on. 

“Hmmm,” you twitched as you heard Ashido’s hum. 

Her eyes flickered from you to Todoroki and back again. She repeated the motion a few times before you bumped her with your hips. The squeal that broke out of her mouth finally put you at ease. Well, maybe it was because Thirteen had finally turned away and was leading you towards the massive building. Either way, you were glad for some normalcy. Filing the past five minutes away for another day, you ignored Ashido’s flailing and fake whines as you scuttled over to the mom of the group. 

“Yaoyorozu-nee-chan, save me from the evils of Ashido,” you dramatically begged. You hung your arms over the tall girl’s shoulders and stuck yourself onto her side. 

“Fujisaki-san -”

“Fujisaki-chan!” 

“- please avoid such vulgar behavior. We need to make a good impression on Thirteen and our other teachers.” While her voice was stern, you noticed that she let you hang onto her. You didn’t let her see the smile that bloomed on your face nor did you mention the tenderness in her eyes.

The Unforeseen Simulation Joint was without a doubt, insane. How in the world did they fit all this in here? Every possible catastrophe could be seen from your simple viewpoint. While the facility looked giant from the outside, it had nothing on the inside. There were miles and miles of simulations and you were sure that you had only just scratched the surface. Your classmates joined you in your awed disbelief as Thirteen discussed the area with great joy. Your astronaut teacher was obviously filled with pride at their domain. 

You would have found it as cute if it weren’t for the unfortunate accident just moments before. 

Wanting to begin the training as soon as possible, Thirteen quickly dove into the instructions of the facility. While you tried to avoid looking at the space themed teacher by looking around the area, your eyes soon caught your homeroom teacher’s eyes. Aizawa stared at you intensely. His message was clear: pay attention or else. You smiled and waved before swiftly turning to the equally terrifying teacher. 

“Everyone, I am sure you are aware of my quirk, Black Hole.” Those last two words grabbed hold of your attention. No longer forcing yourself to do so, you eagerly listened to the information. Did your previous actions have anything to do with your teacher’s quirk? 

In the end, a Black Hole sounded, well, exactly like what a Black Hole did. It had nothing to do with your emotions or triggering a fight or flight response. So why did Thirteen seem so keen on observing you?

“...It is a power that can kill easily.” you shuddered at her words, but you pushed yourself to continue listening. “Some of you also have quirks like that, right?” 

As those words left their mouth, you felt her piercing gaze once more. What is their problem? Once again you felt a spike of unease. Did she know you from somewhere? You tried to ignore the inkling feeling that you did know her, or some part of you did. While your memories from before were pretty much nonexistent, something told you that Thirteen was a part of a bigger puzzle waiting to be solved. Sadly for them and the Universe, you refused to be the solver. 

Their words about dangerous quirks seemed to be specifically geared towards you. But I don’t have a dangerous quirk. Confusion spread throughout your mind as she continued. “... However please do not forget that there are many quirks that can easily kill with one wrong step.”

While there was no evidence to back up your claim, you were certain that Thirteen knew more about you than you did yourself. Your expression darkened at the possible threat to your new existence. Thirteen was a lot more powerful than she admitted. 

“You shall learn how to use your quirks to save people’s lives. You do not have powers so you can harm others. I hope you leave here with the understanding that you have powers in order to help others.” Her final words resonated with your classmates. Their eyes lit up as the inspiring speech settled in their minds and hearts. You wished they did the same for you. Thirteen’s shielded eyes were still on you and you fiercely met them with your own. 

Everyone’s resounding bravos tore you away from the unnerving hero. Aizawa soon took the reins of class. 

“All right then, first-” Before he could finish, the lights began flickering. Unnatural stillness took hold. 

Something was happening. 

“What is that?” at Kirishima's shocked exclamation, the class turned to where his fingers pointed. “Is this like the entrance exam where the lesson’s already started?” His question was met with silence as everyone tried to figure out what was going on. 

You looked towards your homeroom teacher and watched as he put his gear on. With his speedy actions, you knew this wasn’t an exercise.  

You looked on at the people coming out from the dark portal. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the class. Sweat slowly accumulated on your forehead. “No... I think we’re under attack.” 

Your own gasping voice felt foreign to you as the situation finally registered. 

Your world once again tilted on its axis. This time, there was no one to save you from your dreadful reality. 

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“Those are villains!” 

At Aizawa’s words, the class flinched back. As the villains crept closer, you listened to your classmates as they discussed how they could have gotten in undetected. Your eyes never left the incoming horde of deviants. 

“Does it matter?” you interjected. While you didn’t mean it harshly, what could possibly come out of this conversation of what ifs? 

“We need to leave!” You could feel your eyes blown up in panic. Your voice warbled as you continued to take in the scene before you. You could feel everyone’s gazes on you, but you refused to look back at them. 

These weren’t fun and games anymore. 

As your words lingered in the air and finally settled in everyone’s heads, Aizawa commanded Kaminari to try to contact someone from school and sprang into action. Thirteen was left in charge and while you barely had any trust in the astronaut hero, they were the last line of defence between the class and your newly arrived enemies. You could only hope that Kaminari was able to reach someone quickly. 

Taking deep breaths, you tried to prepare yourself for the worst. This was what you were training for and while everyone had different reasons for becoming heroes, you all were determined to make it through. Everyone needed to somehow survive this. At Thirteen’s order, you all began to retreat and find shelter. 

Ever the observer, you noticed Midoriya lingering back to watch the fight. You grabbed his upper arm roughly and began dragging him with the rest of the group. “We don’t have time for this!” 

You could hear the huffing and puffing of the group as they tried to run for the exit. What normally would be an easy run turned into something worrisome when one realized they were fighting for their lives. 

With the exit in sight, you let relief bleed into your heart. However, with the sudden emergence of a strange black mist, you soon realized that, naturally, nothing ever went right for Class 1-A. In a flash, everyone huddled behind Thirteen. Quietly and swiftly, you all tried to make yourselves as small as possible. No one wanted to draw attention to themselves and risk injury, or death. 

Originally you had thought that the gaseous object was a teleportation device, in the end it was something much worse. A semi-deep voice flowed out of the swirling black and white cloud. Their tone was polite, but their intentions were anything but. You knew this entity wanted you all injured, at worst dead. 

The cordial tone that the villain tried to put on made you shiver. Sweat heated and chilled over your body as ominous yellow eyes slowly formed in the cloud. 

“Nice to meet you. We are the League of Villains,” his bright yellow orbs took you all in. “It may be presumptuous of us, but we have invited ourselves into the home of the heroes, U.A. High School,” Thirteen moved their arms to push you all back even more. “In order to have All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his last breath.” At his final words, everyone gasped. His words raced through your head as two of your classmates jumped into action. 

It seemed your classmates had made a choice in the battle of flight or fight. As much as you were mentally preparing yourself for what looked to be inevitable, you still weren’t ready. But.. was anyone truly ready? While Bakugou and Kirishima were the first to make their moves, what did it really do? What did it ultimately prove? After all that, the villain was still standing as if nothing happened. 

Thirteen barked at them to move away. As she readied her own attack, the villain cut to the chase. “My job is to scatter you all and torture you to death!” 

Feeling yourself be dragged by an unknown force, you tried to touch the gaseous matter in order to start your quirk. Chills went down your spine as a cold breeze swirled around your hand. The appendage had simply gone through the vaporous material. Tucking your hand into your chest, you stared at the small gaping hole in stung disbelief. The villain didn’t feel a thing. 

Terror struck your mind and as you were pulled to a new location, you heard someone scream in fear. The sound lingered on as you were harshly deposited into the blue lagoon. As water chugged into your chest, you soon realized the still resonating sound of despair came from you.

You felt the weight of the liquid press down on you and for a moment, all you could do was close your eyes. You couldn’t help, but think of your reason for being there in the first place. Was this really the path you wanted to take? What could possibly come out of this pain? You allowed yourself to experience the very human reaction of alarming anxiety before waking yourself up to the situation at hand. 

Glancing all around, you saw that no one was near you. Did you really warp by yourself? Swimming to the surface, you took a deep breath and scanned the area again. Once again you saw no one. Only a singular white boat. 

“Fujisaki-chan!” flinching to your right, you saw a haphazard Midoriya wrapped in Asui’s tongue. 

You waved your hand a little as they, well more like Asui, swam towards you. Meeting them half-way, you sighed in relief at seeing them face to face. 

“Let’s go to the boat,” the frog-like girl commanded, tilting her head towards the vessel. Still gasping for air, you followed her lead.

Once you were all on the ship, you and Midoriya thanked the short girl. Accepting the words, she reminded you all to call her “Tsu”. Not taking the somewhat normal interaction for granted, you agreed to call her that. 

After checking over each other for injuries, the three of you readily fell into a discussion about your next actions. Ideally, you all wanted to stay and wait the event out; however, with the warped villain’s promise of torture, the three of you knew it was only the beginning. Miraculously you hadn’t encountered the shark villain that Asui handled and rescued Midoriya from, but he was just a minor shrimp in an ecosystem filled with dangerous predators. Based on the crowd of villains that appeared before you teleported, you knew there were plenty more of them who were stronger. 

“I wonder if we’ll be able to hold out until All Might arrive?” As the topic of All Might appeared in your conversation, Tsuyu brought up the possibility that the villain group had a way to kill the number one hero. You shuddered just thinking about it. What would happen to the world if the shining hero of peace was murdered? It was unfathomable.

“Well then... we’ll just have to fight. Won’t we?” your words were strong though you felt like utter goo on the inside. The other two stared at you for what felt like years before nodding. Though your hands shook, you stared back at them with determination. You three were truly on your own. You could only rely on each other in order to safely leave the situation. As you all came to the same conclusion, you heard the rushing of water. 

Glancing over the side of the boat, you saw many aquatic villains swimming towards the ship. And so it begins. 

“Tsu-chan, Fujisaki-chan, those guys down there are clearly assuming we’ll fight in the water, right?” Midoriya began to plan. 

You hummed in agreement as you eyed and made note of the number of villains surrounding the boat. Sixteen. Sixteen villains whose skills, quirks, and strengths you knew nothing about. You watched them as they evenly spread around the ship. Three against sixteen. Your only hope was that they didn’t hijack the boat. 

“Does that mean they knew what was in these facilities before they gathered people?” As Tsuyu asked her own question, your mind began to race with answers to the events that happened up until now. Everything was just too convenient...  

“Which means we have a traitor.” You said the worst case first. Your two classmates let your words marinate in the air as they took in the possibility. “But since Tsuyu is here, it means that they didn’t have enough intel about our quirks and simply hoped for the best.” Or the traitor that the villains had wasn’t up to par. A good thing for the school, but having a potential traitor in the midst would only bring trouble until they were found. 

Responding to your latter theory, Tsuyu stated, “That’s true. If they knew that I was a frog, then they probably would have thrown me into that fire zone over there.” 

Midoriya added, “They probably separated us because they didn’t know our quirks. They must have planned to overpower us with numbers.” He stared deeply into the waters below. An unfamiliar expression of raw tension filled his face as he pondered. “We have inferior numbers and less experience. Our only hope lies in the fact that our opponents don’t know what our quirks are!” 

“Which isn’t much to work off of, to be honest,” you cracked your neck on both sides. “ We’re just going to have to deal with whatever comes our way.” You turned towards your female classmate. “Tsuyu, what are your abilities?”

She immediately began listing them, “I can jump high, stick to walls, and stick my tongue out up to about twenty meters. I can also spit out my stomach and wash it, and secrete toxic mucus that actually just stings a little.”

You stared at her in awe as she listed away. “The last two are practically useless so you can probably forget about them.” You blinked in disbelief at her words. 

“It’s a lot more than what I can do,” you said reassuringly. 

Midoriya took the time to compliment her as well. His eyes twinkled at the girl with such an amazing quirk. “I already knew, but you’re really strong. I have super strength, but once I use it, I’m pretty much out of commission. It’s like a double-edged sword.” He seemed over-conscious about the fact. 

 “I can make illusions. I’m really only comfortable with touch, but I can push myself to create them by pure mental strength.” There was no doubt about it, you were going to have to rely on your mental fortitude. Like Megumi and Aizawa said, a villain wasn’t going to let you touch them without a fight. 

“Now the only question remains, is how do we use them all together?” Before anyone could answer your question, the villains decided to make their move. In an instant, a large hand made out of water formed and quickly cut the boat in half. Shoot, we spent too much time talking. In seconds, the boat began to sink. You all needed to think, quickly. 

“Midoriya, I know you said if you use your powers, you’ll be done, but can you replicate what you did during the test? The one finger attack?” You waited for the boy’s nod before continuing. 

“If I’m able to create a simple illusion, it should throw them off. But don’t aim for them,” the boy suddenly looked confused. “Aim for the water. Do you think you can create something like a whirlpool?” Understanding what you were hinting towards, the boy nodded once more. 

Not waiting for his confirmation, you quickly turned towards your female classmate. “Tsuyu, catch him before he falls into the water.”  

With their nods as confirmation, your classmates waited for you to cast the illusion. 

Breathing deeply, you created an image in your mind. 

Hearing a rumble, your two classmates once again looked out into the water. Noticing the strange sounds as well, the aquatic villains began shifting around in confusion. 

“My apologies, I can’t immediately separate people besides myself out of an illusion zone yet. Not when I’m relying purely on mental strength. So please bear with me for a moment,” you murmured to them, concentrating on the people surrounding your group. Still on edge about their current reality and upcoming battle, the two of them tentatively nodded. 

Piecing together a situation in your mind, you tried to not think of something too crazy. Your illusion needed to be believable enough. You let the rumbling continue as you precisely imagined what would come next. 

As you finalized the scenario, the ground underneath the manmade lake seemed to tear open. A large wail pierced the air as unused sliding doors peeled themselves from each other. The rumbling and wails continued as large shadows rose from the depths. Even from the boat, you could feel the vibrations from the water as the massive objects ascended. 

You ignored the shrieks of the villains and the gasps of your classmates. I need to focus. Taking another deep breath, you continued to push your mental scenario onto the unsuspecting foes. 

“What the hell is that?” one of the villains screamed, trying to move away. A sharp tip rose from the surface. Higher and higher, two metal mountains rose from the lagoon until they fully blocked each villainous group from the three of you. The sound of pounding and slashing gave you confirmation that your manipulation worked. 

You couldn’t help the wicked smirk that curved on your face as you broke away from your illusion. The snarls they gave when nothing came from their endless attackers were more than satisfying. While the villains continued to tire themselves out, you felt your own exhaustion hit you. Huffing, you felt sweat drip from your head and splatter onto the ship deck as you leaned over. Giving yourself two seconds, you bounced yourself up with a push of your hands on your knees. 

“Fujisaki-chan! Are you ok-,” you cut the cries of your classmates off and hit both of them hard on the back. You hoped that would do the trick and break them from the illusion. 

“Izuku, go!” the boy stared at you shocked. You didn’t have time to abide by Japanese social standards nor did you care to do so at the moment. The boy had to act now! 

Noting how serious you were, the boy scrambled and launched himself off of the boat. 

“Can you see?” you gasped out, still trying to find your breath. Did that even make sense? Tsuyu nodded, and you felt a part of you become relieved. The plan would have surely failed if she or Midoriya changed their moves because of your current weaknesses. While you were grateful that your touch broke them out of the illusion, you still needed to make sure that the villains did not. Reinforcing it in your head, you kept an eye on the two metal figures as you and Tsuyu watched the boy create a powerful whirlpool. 

“Hah,” one of the villains laughed. “Hey! You stupid kids! Nice plan, but you forgot about this metal mountain. We ain’t goin’ nowhere!” The other villains joined him with their own laughter. None of them realized they were already being swept up in the circling waves. 

You let them get cocky. Looking over to your friend, you nodded for her to take over the next steps. Feeling her tongue wrap around your body, you tried to pay no mind to the wetness. As she launched into the air, you grabbed Midoriya’s hand and clothing with both of your own.

Landing safely near the shore, you made sure to create more mountains to separate your group from the villains. While the illusion would undoubtedly disappear, you hoped that you and your classmates would be long gone before they noticed.

Waddling through the lake, Midoriya tried his best to make sense of the victory through his chaotic murmurs. Here he goes again. Like the time last year, you eyed him with a disturbed look on your face. While you knew it was a habit of his when he became too in his head, you still felt like he was about to summon a demon. And we don’t need a surprise like that right now. 

“We were lucky that was all of them. I took a huge gamble. Normally they would’ve kept some people underwater in reserve. I was trying to keep my composure, but I couldn't stay calm-” 

You and Tsuyu listened on, trying to make sense of his fast-paced whispers. You even heard him trying to process the fact that you used his first name. At the mention of yourself, you rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to stop him. Before you could do so, Tsuyu put an end to it. Just like you, she was unsettled by the boy’s frantic words. 

“Midoriya, stop that. It’s scary.” It was amazing how her face didn’t change one bit. At her words, the broccoli boy stopped. Did he really not know what he was doing? The green-haired hero in training looked surprised at her tense words. Even as you listened to Tsuyu’s next words, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the boy who managed to once again freak you out. 

“Rather than reflecting back, shouldn’t you think about what to do next?” You made a sound of agreement. 

“Y-You’re right,” he automatically agreed as he clenched his two shattered fingers. With a slight gasp, you took in the damage. 

“Midoriya, come here,” once again not caring to use the right honorifics, you grabbed the boy before he could deny your request. Grasping his right elbow guard, you gently slipped it from his arm. You ignored the hyperventilating red boy. He needed to get used to girls. Tearing the bottom of the guard, you wrapped the ripped piece around his fingers.

“You look like a crab,” you chuckled lowly as you finished the knot around the last finger. “But it’ll have to do until we escape.” You handed him the torn gear with a smile. Midoriya tentatively smiled back, grasping the material to his chest. His cheeks were still slightly red as he said his thanks. 

“We need to prioritize getting help once we make it to the shore,” you said after the small moment was over. As you thought of possible plans, the other two chimed in. 

“Yes, and we have to avoid the central plaza as we head toward the exit,”

“That’s true. Aizawa-sensei has drawn a large number of villains to the plaza,” 

Listening to Mirdoriya and then Tsuyu, you nodded in agreement. “Each possibility I’ve come up with leads to more battles. Our best bet is to find an exit with the help of either Aizawa-sensei, Todoroki-kun, Iida-kun, Momo-chan, or Kaminari-kun, but we don’t know where they are or their status.” 

“Maybe we can find an opening and lessen Aizawa-sensei’s load,” he didn’t budge under your sharp glare. “Even a little…”

You disapproved immediately. “What just happened was a stroke of luck. The villains didn’t drown nor are they incapacitated. My illusions are going to fade away soon. We need to-”

“What do you suppose we do?” Midoriya challenged you. The boy was clearly overestimating your abilities. You three were heroes-in-training. Your classes literally began a few days ago. 

“We need to do something,” the boy tried to appeal to you. Feeling pressured, you glanced at Tsuyu and for once, the blunt girl had nothing to say. She looked just as lost as you.  

“Please!” You stared at the ground as Midoriya continued to implore you with both his words and eyes. You remembered feeling the same way during the sludge incident. Once again, the same words rang in your head. He had to learn on his own. 

“You’re going to go whether I say yes or no,” the boy was taken aback at your blunt words. He searched your face, but you stared at him with emotionless eyes. You didn’t want the boy to see what you were thinking or feeling.  Just like before, Midoriya was going to do what he wanted in the name of justice. While you understood his seemingly innate need to help others, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that his pleas and short-sighted goals were going to lead you and your classmates into a world of trouble. 

Realizing that you were no longer going to look at him, Midoriya hesitantly nodded.

“Well then,” you turned your back away from him and began wading to the shore. “I guess we know our choice then.” Midoriya felt a chill as your cold words resonated in his mind. He sensed the disappointed, yet resigned acceptance from Tsuyu as she began to follow you.

The rest of the way back was quiet. The tension between you and your classmate loomed over even as you observed Aizawa fighting. Megumi once said that every hero had their own style and compared it to a traditional dance that was once lost in time only to emerge in battle, the least likely of places. You were mesmerized by Aizawa’s dance, could hear the harshness of the taiko. So caught up in the moment, you didn’t even realize how the finale was going to go. You were wrong to assume that he had it in the bag. 

Usually observant, the now enthralled you hadn’t noticed the villain with hands all over his body standing a few feet away from the battle. Like you, he was watching, but for all the wrong reasons. Perhaps you should have been analyzing him, focusing on his unsettling dance. One that was abnormally slow and held all the characteristics of a snake. All too soon, the opposing natures collided. You watched as Aizawa became the first to fall. 

The man was crumbling right in front of you. 

You couldn’t turn away as you watched the blue-haired villain disintegrate your teacher’s elbow. Now akin to porcelain, Aizawa’s flesh slowly clattered to the floor. As each piece fell, your previous decision to not involve yourself faded away. 

You wouldn’t let this be the end of him. Hypocritically, you took a page from Midoriya’s book.  

Pushing the heads of your friends down until they were just above water, you conjured up an illusion of buzzing gnats. Surrounding your opponent, the insects gave your teacher enough time to land a face punch. Before any of them could glance at you, you erased the illusion and joined your classmates at their level. 

They stared at you in shock as you simply put your finger up to your lips to silence them before they could question you. Now wasn’t the time. Hearing the grunts and groans of your teacher as well as his opponents, the three of you cautiously peaked up from the raised edge of the shore.

You all were too far away to hear what the blue haired villain was saying, but you knew it wasn’t anything good. Though it seemed like he was a bit peeved by your little trick, he luckily seemed to be too focused on your teacher to really think about where the gnats suddenly came from. 

Your relief was your second mistake after listening to Midoriya. 

In a flash, a new opponent arrived. A grotesque figure; a chimera mixed with human and bird like features. 

Life passed in slow motion. The chaos bringer had only one singular goal in mind. As he fulfilled his mission, you knew the image of blood splattering from your teacher would forever haunt you. 

Despair draped itself over you, as you watched the head villain stated one simple sentence. 

“He’s the anti-Symbol of Peace, the bioengineered ‘Nomu’.” 

With its name spoken into the world, the creature shrieked something ungodly. 

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You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the twisted scene in front of you. You watched as the Nomu broke your teacher's arms, listened to Aizawa’s tortured screams, and you wondered just how far this dance would go on. Did you have it in you to fight back? Shouldn’t the bellows of your teacher be enough for you to do something? Were you a coward or just someone who simply knew how to pick their battles? You couldn’t even begin to answer the questions raising through your head as you continued to stare in terror. 

You were finally able to break out of your trance when the warp villain suddenly made his appearance. Piecing your mind back together, you tried to listen in. Tentative relief fell upon you as you heard the villain disclose that one of your classmates had escaped. Hopefully it was Iida, you closed your eyes to revel in the what if’s of that future. It can’t be anyone else. Not when time was of the essence. 

The head villain began to scratch himself as his rage built. 

“We can’t win against dozens of pros. It’s game over. Man, it's game over this time. Let’s go home.” At his words, the three of you gasped. Was it truly about to be over? Would a villain leave just like that? 

“I have a bad feeling about this, Midoriya-chan. Fujisaki-chan.” Tsuyu was the first to outwardly express the lingering feelings you felt when you heard the words. 

“Yeah.. for them to simply retreat after doing all this…” Midoriya’s words trailed off as he looked on, trying to figure out the villains' next plans. 

You kept your eyes forward, observing the two villains. “Either way, we need to be on our gua-” before you could finish, you felt the dark red eyes of the head villain. Quickly and forcefully, you pushed the heads of your classmates back into the water. In a flash, the villain appeared in front of you three and reached his hand over to attack.  

“Shit!” you screeched. You made the gnats appear once again, but the villain seemed to know your tricks as his hand simply went through the imaginary insects and raced towards you. You were powerless to avoid the man even as you tried to back up. Closing your eyes in panic, you felt a whoosh of air as his palm raced towards you. 

No time could be spared for final thoughts. 

Five seconds passed by before you realized nothing happened. Quickly wrenching your eyes open, you saw his palm inches away from your face. From his hand, your eyes wandered up past his ruined neck until it reached the back of his turned head. You wondered if you would have been so blatant in your staring if his bloody eyes were still upon you. 

“Damn it. You really are cool…,” the blue haired man said hatefully. You didn’t want to imagine what expression he held as he stared at your teacher, who had summoned the strength to protect you and your classmates. 

“Aizawa-sensei,” you murmured his name in reverence, thankful for his save. Without realizing, your hand slipped from the hairs of your classmates, allowing Midoriya to attack. 

“Let go of her!” he ferociously yelled. “Smaaash…!” The power of his punch created a powerful wave. You could hear the untamed wind spiral from his attack, blowing people away and breaking lights. You dared not to think of the damage his arm went through to protect you and Tsuyu. 

As the winds dissipated, you realized you had no time to think about such things. Much like its owner, the Nomu suddenly appeared in front of you three and managed to stop the damage of Midoriya’s punch. 

“Wait, it didn’t… hurt him…?” No one dared to answer Midoriya’s question. 

The head villain took the chance to shatter the disbelief filled atmosphere. He talked as if he hadn’t been almost shattered by a punch and was truly winning. The light blue hair man spoke so calmly even with the high probability that your classmate would be coming back with reinforcements. Something told you that this man had nothing to lose and everything to gain. 

Just who was this man? 

“You move well,” he claimed behind his monstrous bodyguard. “Your “smash” -- are you a follower of All Might’s?” The question he asked was clearly rhetorical. “Oh well. I’m done with you.” 

That seemed to be the magic words for the Nomu as he wrenched your male classmate by his arm and prepared to deal him the same amount of damage given to your teacher. While you both wanted to help, you and Tsuyu were truly helpless as the pastel villain reached his hands over towards both of you once more. Your ability to quickly think on your feet seemed to have left the room as your panic took hold. You could only watch as his hands reached closer and closer to both you and your friend. 

In a flash, the world’s axis righted itself. Once again, luck was on your side. The main USJ doors bust open and from the fog came your teacher, All Might. His sudden appearance stopping everyone in their tracks. 

“Oh, we’re getting a ‘Continue,’” you didn’t know what to make of the villain’s sudden playful voice. Still on your guard, you refused to let out a deep sigh of relief like your fellow classmates. The battle wasn’t anywhere near over. 

“I’ve been waiting, hero.” The still unnamed villain slowly got up, seemingly forgetting about you three. “You trash of society.” He still held his playful tone, but the undercurrents of his deep resentment were felt by everyone. This was a rage that had been building over time.  

As if on autopilot, you slowly dragged your body near Tsuyu’s. Curling into her slightly, you felt her do the same. While it was undoubtedly uncomfortable for her to have her tongue still out and around Midoriya, her soul clearly needed the solace of a friend. You needed the same. 

All Might’s aura was incredibly different. No longer the smiling figure from school, the man standing in front of you was someone out for retribution. In a nano-second, he flew through the villains standing between him and Aizawa. 

Seeing him holding your unconscious teacher, you noticed the true damage on Aizawa’s body. Before you could process the horrific mutilation of your homeroom teacher, All Might swept the three of you into his arms. A shuttered gasp quickly turned into a yelp, as the scene around you blurred. Before you could blink, you were far away from the head villain. 

You stumbled a bit as the blond man sat you down. Mind still jumbled from the abrupt action, you managed to gather yourself together to listen to his orders. 

“Everyone, go to the entrance. I’m leaving Aizawa to you. He’s unconscious. Hurry!” You hurriedly nodded. Gently, you and Tsuyu placed Aizawa on Midoriya’s back. As you turned around to run towards the entrance, the sound of the clearly shaken head villain stopped you. 

Keeping your body towards the entrance, you adjusted your head to look at the man as he pitifully fell in front of a lone hand mask. “I-I’m sorry, Father…” If it hadn’t been clear to you before, it now was. This man was truly unstable. 

Could that hand actually belong to his father? You shuddered at the thought of it. Tensely, you watched him whisper to himself. When the villain turned to face you with sunken gleamy eyes, you knew it was time to go. 

As you began moving, Midoriya stopped to tell All Might about the anti-hero monster. Before he could get far in his words, the blonde teacher shut down his fast paced words with his signature smile. 

“It’s fine!” It really wasn’t, but All Might was the only one who could save the day. You had no choice but to trust him. 

After a few steps, you turned around once again. “Good luck All Might-sensei! We’ll be waiting for you so come back safely, okay?” You didn’t wait for his answer as you ran to your classmates.

The commencing battle prompted your mini group to run faster. However, at the sound of a large explosion, the three of you couldn’t help but sneak a peek. After all, you were all simply kids.

“Were we overthinking it?” Tsuyu hypothesized. “He’s amazing.”

You made a sound of agreement. You glanced at the unnaturally quiet All Might fanboy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him about his thoughts. You let him be. 

Looking back at the confrontation again, a soft “huh” escaped you as the battle switched once more. 

Once again, the warped man came to the rescue of his fellow villains. You watched as the Nomu pressed his claws into the backward hunched All Might. Even as the blood dripped out and stained his shirt, the hunched man still stood strong. 

Like stereotypical villains, the two men stated their plan of action. Though this time, the hero was most definitely incapacitated and seemed to not have any solutions up his sleeve. You harshly bit your lip as your eyes flickered between your teacher and the villains who so desperately wanted to kill him. 

“Asui-san..”

“What is it, Midoriya-chan?”

Both you and the girl in question turned to face Midoriya. You already knew what was going to happen before the words left his mouth. There was only one option for someone like him; for people like All Might. Naturally… he’s going to be a hero. 

“Trade places with me and carry Mr. Aizawa.” 

You watched as she grabbed your teacher gently though she was clearly confused. “Okay, but why?”

You snorted at her question. “Isn’t it obvious?” Tsuyu turned to look at you as Midoriya stiffened. You paid the girl no mind as you stared deeply into the boy’s back. “He’s going to help All Might.” 

While your words were said somewhat harshly, the boy seemed to take it as a sign to go. Resigning yourself to the certainty that this would be the norm for Midoriya, you let him go. “Tsu-chan, I’ll take one side.” You draped Aizawa’s right arm carefully over your shoulder. While Tsuyu did her duty by taking his left, she clearly didn’t want to leave the battle yet. 

Glancing back, you watched Midoriya prepare to punch the warp villain. You didn’t know what he wanted to accomplish with it, but you hoped that it would at least distract the villain from doing any more damage. 

You weren’t surprised in the least when Midoriya’s spotlight was quickly taken as Bakugou literally exploded onto the scene. Knowing the people in your class and their earlier actions, something like this was bound to happen. Unlike you, who only fought when needed, these boys seemed to have an itch for it. 

“Move!” the boy roared. For once, you were ecstatic to see the raging Blonde boy. “You’re in the way, Deku!” Never thought I’d be happy to hear his voice. 

Todoroki soon arrived after Bakugou’s explosion ripped into the warp villain. Coating the Nomu in ice, he stated, “All I heard was that you all are here to kill All Might.” The mentioned hero seemed to be grateful for Todoroki’s attack as he was able to get out of the grip of the Nomu. 

As if they practiced this, Kirishima raced onto the scene. “Damn it! I didn’t get to show off!” You rolled your eyes. We’re literally in a life or death situation! 

“Stop acting so stuck-up, foggy nobody!”

“The Symbol of Peace cannot be killed by the likes of you.” 

At the seemingly handled situation, Tsuyu turned towards you and said, “Leave this to them. Let’s hurry!” Silently you agreed. 

Careful of your Aizawa’s wounds, you two slowly, but surely made your way back. As you neared the entrance, you heard Uraraka’s frantic calls. Quickly, you urged her to come down and help. 

With her additional aid, you made it back to the entrance safely. Laying Aizawa down gently, you made sure to check his pulse. It was slow, but steady. I’ll take it. Silently, you took a seat and guarded his body. 

You watched as some of your classmates huddled together to survey the scene of the battle. You didn’t want to join them. The sounds of fighting and destruction were enough for you. As the battle continued, you couldn't help but glance at Thirteen. You weren’t the biggest fan of the hero, but you couldn’t stop the mix of sympathy and helplessness as you looked at her torn back. Even with her tragic injuries, you hoped the hero would make it. 

At the sound of a sonic boom, everyone whipped their heads up as the Nomu flew up and through the roof. As the beast raced into the open air, it became evident All Might had won. While everyone cheered, you knew there were two people even more dangerous than a mindless chimera. The battle was far from over.

As the minutes dragged on in silence, you wondered if your side had truly won. Did they really do it? As fragile relief took a hold of you, a loud shot was fired into the main area. Frightened, but ready, you immediately went into a crouch position. Making sure to cover Aizawa, you scanned the entrance from which the bullet came from. 

Numerous footsteps were heard and as the fog cleared, the U.A. staff finally made their appearance. Tension left your body as the teachers continued to move closer and closer. Slouching down, you made sure to still guard your teacher’s body, but finally you could breathe. You felt your body tremble as you let yourself come to terms with what you went through. 

We’ll live to see another day. That thought reverberated through your mind as your principal began to speak. “Sorry we’re late! I gathered all who were immediately available.” 

It seemed too good to be true, but hearing Iida’s voice solidified the fact that you all were finally safe. “I, Tenya Iida, class 1-A representative, have now returned!” 

While you refused to let the tears in your eyes fall, you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath at the enthusiastic shout. You couldn’t keep your eyes from glancing back and forth between the numerous teachers who had come to your class’ aid. Was it really over?  

“Aizawa-sensei, help is on the way. Please just wait a bit more,” you whispered quietly at the frightening still man. Checking his pulse once more, you heard the familiar drum of a heartbeat. Moving a bit closer to your teacher, you silently watched as your teachers walked into battle with the leftover villains. Once again, your classmates bunched together and observed as Thirteen miraculously found the strength to get up and use her quirk for what may have been the last time. 

Everyone seemed confident that Thirteen could finish the job, even you , but, it seemed like the universe had other plans. You felt your stomach drop as you watched them warp away. It was very plausible that they were going to come back. Stronger and with a better strategy, you mentally added. You weren’t sure if you were up for the challenge. 

Shoving your despair of the future in the back of your mind, you felt a spike of irritation and worry at the bottom of your stomach as you thought about your classmates who were not present. While their risky actions seemed to have paid off, you couldn’t help but worry about them. In particular, Midoriya. It was easy to dismiss his actions as one of a die hard fanboy, but you couldn’t help but believe that there was something deeper. But that’s something to explore for another day. You couldn’t deal with another surprise - not for a while. 

“Everyone, please walk to the front gate to get treated!” Cementoss ordered as he began to descend to the main area. More than ready to leave, you and your classmates shuffled outside. 

The rest of the time spent waiting for your remaining classmates felt like a blur. Anxious and on edge, everyone waited for the next shoe to drop as they bunched together. The huddle increasingly got tighter as more police officers and EMTs began to walk over and check everyone for injuries. While you managed to contain it, you still felt the occasional tremble in your legs when you thought about the battles you faced and the way too many close calls to death. 

Would this be your future? Ending each battle, but not feeling safe in the world that you once thought was made from the same pixie dust as fairy tales? Where was the feeling of victory? The happy ending? Did you even deserve one? Was this the result of your obsessive need to stay in a body that ultimately wasn’t yours to control? Could you continue on if this was what you had to endure? 

The answer was yes. It would always be yes. 

As the final check in with a very stereotypical dressed detective concluded, everyone slowly split off into their own little group. Uraraka went to Iida while you decided to stick with Yaoyorozu and Jirou. 

Grabbing their shoulders firmly, you ignored their shocked expressions and scanned them over.
“Where were you two?” You couldn’t stop the concern from creeping into your voice as you looked at their various bruises and scratches. 

The two girls quickly told you about their battle. In turn, you told them about your battles. Well more like an ambush, you thought as you hesitantly discussed some of the aspects of your second foray with the head villain. 

Uncharacteristically, and maybe it had to do with the heat of the moment, the two girls wrapped you into a group hug. You wouldn’t deny how tightly you hugged them back. 

After a short while, the class was dismissed by the dark haired detective. Though instead of going straight home, like everyone had assumed, your class would be going back to the school to discuss the event even further. What was the school thinking? No one wanted to relive that nightmare again. Were they really not going to let us go home? Haven’t we told them enough? All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. For the first time, you didn’t want to see the halls of your school. 

As he ushered you all to the buses, Tsuyu interrupted him to ask about Aizawa. Will we finally get an answer?  The two of you had made sure to watch your teacher get into the ambulance safely. Both of you wished him well, but weren’t sure if the unconscious teacher heard it. You hoped he did. While you were initially skeptical of the man, you formed a deep respect for him as you watched him fight for his students’ lives. As the doors of the ambulance closed, you both stayed back to watch it drive away before being called back to the group.

The detective held nothing back as opened his phone to share a recording from a doctor, “Comminuted fractures in both arms and a facial fracture. Fortunately, there does not seem to be any serious brain damage. However, his orbital floor has broken into pieces, and his eyes may suffer from its after effects”. Quite frankly, your sensei was lucky to be alive. But anything was better than death. You refused to think about a life without your sensei’s perpetually sleepiness and tough love approach. 

“What about Thirteen?” for the first time, you saw worry in the normally bubbly Ashido. Apparently, she had been one of the few to see the hero get half their body torn. An image that was likely burned into her brain the same way Aizawa’s broken body haunted yours whenever you closed your eyes. 

“Thirteen has been treated. The laceration from their back to upper arm was bad, but Thirteen will survive.” Before anyone could ask, the detective continued. “All Might will also survive. Recovery Girl’s healing is enough to treat him so he’s in the nurse’s office.” 

While irritation and worry still swirled in your head as you thought about the green-haired boy, you still wanted to know if he was okay. “...and Midoriya-kun?”

Tsuyu turned to you, but you refused to meet her gaze. Pressured by her stare, you dropped your eyes to the floor and kicked imaginary pebbles around. 

Iida and Uraraka both chimed in with their own questions of the boy’s status. Seeing that you didn’t want to face him, the detective answered in the direction of your classmates. “Oh, treatment in the nurse’s office is enough for him, too.” You felt a weight drop from your shoulders after he finished detailing your friend’s status. So it just looked worse than it actually was. You finally looked over at Tsuyu and gave her a nod. It seemed like your little group would be okay. 

Wanting to leave as soon as possible, you all swiftly filed into the bus and off you went. While the ride was silent, you welcomed it with open arms.

After a short meeting with class 1-B’s homeroom teacher, you all were dismissed. Due to the emergency, classes had been canceled and the hallways were practically desolate. For once you didn’t want to be reminded of your future role as a hero and hastily left without any goodbyes. It was rude, but you needed to be alone. You would make sure to text your friends later on at home. For now, it was just going to be you, your racing thoughts, and deep breathing exercises.

Taking the long way to the front entrance, you kept your head down while playing Candy Crush. Keeping an eye out, you made sure to avoid any indications of other people. Safely making your way outside, you passed the school arches before stopping abruptly and breathing in some fresh air. As you took a breath, you made sure to mentally say your spur of the moment mantra. The day is over, I’m alive, and I can go home to my family. 

Before you could repeat the phrases, you saw a flicker of light blue in the corner of your eye. From light blue came sunken red eyes and a hand that could turn you into dust. Screeching loudly, you stumbled and fell. You heard the crunch of glass as your phone landed harshly on the ground. The birds around you flew away in fright, their caws echoing as you took in the person in front of you. 

Your mother, clearly shaken by your screech, dropped to a crouch in front of you. Your eyes took in the satin periwinkle blouse and slowly moved to her matching eyes. Knowing you were finally safe, you took another deep breath, closed your eyes, and tried to settle your racing heart. You didn’t wonder why she had suddenly appeared, most likely the staff had called everyone’s parents to tell them the news.

Nonetheless, you were just so thankful for her presence. Somehow, your mother made every fear, every doubt, and any lingering pain disappear. You breathed in once again, taking in her cherry blossom and honey perfume. 

“Can I hug you?” She made her voice small as she let her hands rest on her knees. She didn’t dare come closer and waited for you to make the decision. 

At your hurried nod, she slowly moved until her arms were secure around you. 

Head huddled next to yours, she whispered, “[Name]-chan… you must have been really scared, hm?” You stared ahead at the orange sky. You felt frozen as she tightened her arms. “Don’t worry, mom will be strong for the both of us. You can cry now.”

The tears you had been holding in for so long finally fell.

Chapter Text

“[Name]! You have a visitor!” 

Caught off guard by your mother’s shout, you slammed the top of your head on the fridge. 

Biting back a curse, you slowly moved your broken cranium out of the fridge. Rubbing the sore area, you walked out to the main hall of your house. A visitor? It was only the first week of school and you hadn’t invited anyone over. It’s probably one of Hayato’s freaky friends. They were just like him loud, obnoxious, and overdramatic. Was it an art school thing?

Sensing your presence, your mother swiftly moved out of the way to show you the face of…. Midoriya? You stared at the boy in confusion at his random appearance. 

“Um…,” you trailed off looking at your mother who seemed content in watching your interaction unfold. You silently told her with your eyes to leave and prayed that she listened. Of course, she just stared at you with a grin. 

Deciding to take matters into your own hand after noticing the increasing sweat and redness of the boy’s face, you threw your brother under the bus. “Hayato is eating your ice cream mochi.” 

While she knew exactly what you were doing, she let it slide and promptly went to harass your brother for stealing her beloved treats. You mentally sent your endless thanks to her. 

“Hayato Fujisaki!” 

Watching her walkway, you waited to hear the screech that was music to your ears. One minute later, a beautiful melody was heard throughout the house. 

Focusing on the weird situation at hand, you stared at the boy. Just looking at him made the irrriation from the day before spark back up. Midoriya, feeling your heavy gaze, smiled sheepishly at you. 

“We can talk outside,” you grabbed a jacket and tennis shoes from the closet. Spring had finally arrived yet the cold winter nights still lingered. Your sleeping pants and t-shirt simply weren’t going to cut it and from the looks of it, your conversation would be a long one. 

Knowing your family’s nosiness, you settled on a quick walk around the neighborhood. It was early evening, around six, but the sky was quickly darkening. The school had given the class the rest of the week off and you were grateful for it. 

After your mother picked you up and you had your crying session, you quickly fell asleep in her car. Overwhelmed by your emotions and the previous day’s events, you woke up the next day feeling drained. Expecting your despondent attitude, Hayato somehow weaseled his way into staying home from school once again and your mother even took the day off. What started out as a miserable day quickly turned into one of laughter and family bonding. Up until Midoriya’s appearance, you hadn’t even given a thought to your school since waking up and texting your classmates that you were okay. 

To put it plainly, as much as you liked them, you didn’t want to see Midoriya or anyone from the school right now. 

Briskly walking to the edge of your lawn, you waited for the green-haired boy to catch up and stay by your side. You didn’t wait for him to start the conversation. 

“What is this some teen rom-com?” you looked at him, still perplexed by his sudden appearance. “Why are you here, Midoriya?” Who gave you my address, weirdo?

The boy once again began sweating and became red. Normally, you would have found the reaction endearing, but you wanted this whole confrontation to end. You stared him down as he shuffled his eyes around the ground. 

Tick tock, tick tock. You waited a minute before beginning your walk around your neighborhood. Hopefully that would help your classmate speak. You both walked in silence for a good ten minutes; each passing minute making you regret your decision more and more. I should have kicked him out. 

Coming to a stop once again, you turned towards your friend who was still walking. You waited until he noticed your absence. Embarrassed, the clearly panicking boy, rubbed his neck and chuckled nervously before clearing his throat. 

“Midoriya-kun, should you be here?” You didn’t mean it rudely, but the boy should have been resting. Luckily, and maybe unluckily since you wanted him gone, your question seemed to break him from his nervousness. 

“Recovery Girl healed me pretty well,” he chuckled again. You eyed him, not finding anything funny. Noticing your face, Midoriya trampled his laughter and got straight to the point.

Moving a little bit away from you, the boy bowed deeply. With a horizontal back that would appease any traditional grandmother, Midoriya apologized. 

“I’m sorry… I-I felt really bad for forcing you into that situation yesterday -” 

Not wanting to hear nor relive the experience, you tried to cut him off. He denied your attempt with his own plea. 

“Please!” The boy glanced up at you. His eyes brought you back to when you first met him. Those damned determined eyes. Once again, you felt powerless to stop him. You had to change that habit, quickly. 

Latching onto your silence, the boy continued. “I overestimated our abilities yesterday -”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. Clearly . 

“-and my overconfidence almost got you and Tsuyu killed.” At his words, you once again thought about the hand that almost destroyed you in one touch. 

“I-I talked to All Might yesterday,” of course he did. “..and while he applauded our-”

Our!? 

“-efforts, he told me how selfish I was to bring you two into battle. I’m so sorry Fujisaki-chan.” He bowed once again. 

You didn’t know what to say. At least it wasn’t drawn out and rambly, something you would expect from Midoriya. You wondered how long he practiced in the mirror. A second later, you realized just how presumptive you were regarding his manner of speaking.

“I hope you don’t mind - wait I know you do. I called Fujisaki-kun, because, y’know, he gave me his cell phone number because of my questions, and he told me the address,” he admitted while implicating your brother to the crime. You were still stuck on the fact that they exchanged phone numbers. When did that happen? 

Drawing back up, Midoriya looked at you earnestly. “I think this is especially overdue since last year…” he chuckled again and rubbed his neck. Well that solved the mystery , you thought. He did remember you. “I’m truly sorry Fujisaki-san. I know this may not heal your hurt or repair our friendship, but I thought it would be a good first step to hear it in person. I can’t promise I won’t run into battle again. I don’t even realize it half the time; my legs just move . I promise though, I won’t ever force you or pressure you to go.” 

Staring at him, you let his words marinate in your head for a minute before ultimately deciding against making him suffer. God you were a sucker for puppy dog eyes. Gracing him with a soft smile, you simply said, “Thanks for the apology. I appreciate it.” You truly did. It took guts for him to do it and while the timing was slightly inappropriate, you were glad that the situation wouldn’t continue to fester up. 

“You did great Midoriya,” the boy’s eyes brightened and teary. “You’re already an amazing hero - you’ve been an amazing hero to me.” You truly meant it. If it weren’t for his interference, Aizawa-sensei could have possibly died. Ignoring the chunky tears falling rapidly down his face, you waltzed over to him and bumped his shoulders. 

“C’mon, let's take a walk Broccoli Boy.”

“Huh? Broccoli Boy? Is that your nickname for me?” You simply ignored him and began humming. At his persistence, you began running to a new destination. Surprised by your change of pace, the boy shuffled behind you. 

“H-hey!” 

The two of you ended up in a small corner shop that sold amazing popsicles and other treats. It wasn’t the type of temperature for it, but you felt the situation called for the ice cold dessert. A celebration of your renewed friendship. Of course, you made Broccoli Boy pay. 

You eyed Midoriya’s treat, watching the boy happily eat the mixed popsicle and ice cream bar that eerily looked like a smashed All Might. The boy was absolutely obsessed. Well, that would make me one too right? You looked down at your now one pig-tailed sailor moon confection. The other side of her iconic hairstyle slowly melting in your mouth. 

The silence remained comfortable as you both silently ate and took in the night scenery. Your neighborhood, normally loud due to the numerous kid residents, was finally becoming quiet as people settled in their homes for the evening. For once you actually paid the peacefulness some mind. You were grateful for it and if you went off of yesterday’s events, you soon would come to miss moments like this. 

Taking a break from your ice cream, you leaned back on the slightly warm bench outside of the shop. You made sure to keep the ice cream above ground and away from your clothes. Taking a moment to watch it slowly drip on the ground, you turned to the boy beside you and observed him munching on one of the bright blue gumball eyes of your teacher. 

“So did Tsuyu get the royal treatment as well?” At your question, the boy choked a bit on the candy before roughly swallowing it down. 

“Uh I-I actually called her..” he trailed off avoiding your eyes. 

The sharp shark tooth smile you gave him when he finally met your stare, made chills go down his back. Finding some entertainment, you didn’t even care that your popsicle was slowly dripping onto the concrete. 

“Aw,” the coo in your voice made him shudder in fear. “Midoriya-kun thinks I’m special.” 

“No, no, no. I-I - just you were closer and -”

“Uh-huh.” 

“-and uh,” he avoided your eyes once again. The blood once again rising on his cheeks. You brought the popsicle back to your mouth as you waited for him to continue. You really were curious. 

“I just thought it would be better to speak to you in person,” he once again met your eyes. The blush slowly faded away as he became more confident. “It’s been long overdue. I’ve been wanting to find you and properly thank you since last year.” 

You glanced to the side as you digested his words. 

“I was really surprised when I saw you outside of the classroom a few days ago, but I just couldn’t find the words once you were actually in front of me.” Midoriya looked a bit ashamed as he confessed his inner feelings.

“And here I thought you forgot about me,” you chuckled at your previous thoughts about the boy’s memories. “There was a lot going on that day so I don’t blame you.” You truly didn’t. You honestly didn’t believe you would even meet your green-haired friend again. Just one brush of danger with him had been enough for you, but the universe had other plans. 

“I don’t regret it,” you confessed. “I was a bit confused after I helped you. I-,” you quickly bit back the words that almost slipped out of your mouth. Lured in by the intimate atmosphere around you two, you almost told him about your so-called amnesia. While it wasn’t a crazy secret, you wanted to keep silent for a while longer. At least until you completed your mission. 

“-I didn’t really know why… you were just a random boy,” the image of the scared yet determined thirteen year old Midoriya flickered through your head. It brought a gentle smile to your face as you glanced at the empty street in front of you. “I should have left you there, on that street where I bumped into you. Left you in all of your stubborn glory to find my brother.”

You looked at him with fragile resolve. “I still don’t fully understand why I decided to help you, but… you have this ability to make people believe they can accomplish anything,” you stared at him hoping he understood. Hoping that, far far in future, he wouldn’t use it for bad. 

The unnaturally serious Midoriya stared back at you. Somehow you knew he understood and for that, your smile brightened. 

“I can’t say that I became a hero for the normal reasons,” you weren’t even sure if you wanted to be one once you had a firm hold over your quirk. “and to be honest, I always had doubts whether hero training would help me accomplish my goals, but it feels nice to have a purpose.” 

What did you even have before this? The memories may have faded but the feelings of before still crept up on you from time to time. Outside of your need to be here permanently, who were you? 

“This was the first time I made a decision for myself,” the first time you had something to call your own. You didn’t have to share these types of moments with the past owner. It was truly yours. “I’m so happy I got to meet you and the rest of the class.” 

You were undeniably selfish, but you didn’t care. You still wanted to keep everyone firmly in your grasp, to protect your tiny circle that now included your classmates and teachers. The possessiveness ran through you like poison, but you let it burn. It was only natural. 

“While I can’t say I enjoyed how you pressured me into a near-death battle,” you watched his face blanch with satisfaction. “It made me believe that I was capable of making some kind of change.” You remembered the feelings you had when you stepped up to help Aizawa. You were terrified, but you knew worse things would have awaited you if you had let your teacher die. 

While the doubts of your future still swirled in your head, for once you were content in not feeding them further. Just for a while, you wanted to live in the present and enjoy the moment. 

The questions he wanted to ask were so clear on Midoriya’s face, but the boy knew how to read a room and moved on to a different topic. 

Not realizing until the store clerk kicked you out, the pair of you somehow managed to talk until the moon was high above in the sky. Time passed effortlessly when you spoke with your friend, the boy whom you shared a connection with since the previous year. 

Getting up and stretching, you grabbed the garbage placed neatly between you two on the bench. You both had gotten hungry midway through the two hour conversation and decided to eat some instant ramen and onigiri. Just like with the popsicles, you two chose your favorites. Pork for him and shrimp for you. Once again, it was on Midoriya’s dime. 

Serves him right since he was the one to show up randomly. You refused to believe that you were wrong for making him pay as you slowly walked back to your house. Besides, I bought the second desserts!

As you walked, shoulders occasionally bumping into one another, you made sure to text your family in your group chat. Hayato had been blowing it up since he noticed your absence and after making a joke about being on a date, you calmly texted your mother to suffocate him and haven't heard from him since. You expected to see the body once you got back.  

“You sure you don’t need a ride back?” you asked, stopping in front of your door. You knew your mother would have no issue with driving the boy back to his house. 

“Ah, no!” he hurriedly waved his hands in front of him. “I’m fine, there’s still a few trains running.” 

You raised an eyebrow, not sure if you believed him or not. “M’kay, but text me once you get home.”

An hour into your conversation, you decided to give the boy your number. When you pointed out that he could have taken it from the group chat Iida forced, ahem, created for the class after becoming class rep, Midoriya stuttered some random excuse about forgetting. You didn’t believe him one bit and lightly threatened him to never come over unannounced again. 

“I’ll find out where you live and burn all of the All Might merch you have,” from one hero fanatic to another, you already knew what the boy’s room looked like without even seeing it. The boy took a hard gulp and nodded his head so quickly you thought it would pop off. 

You were brought back to the present when you heard the front door slam open. Immediately knowing who it was, you stared at your brother like the lunatic he truly was and began to push him back into the house. 

Of course, he began screaming like someone was trying to kill him and began accusing your broccoli boy of kidnapping you. “I trusted you! All you wanted was my precious sister,” you rolled your eyes and shoved him inside. 

Hayato gasped and clutched his imaginary pearls around his neck. “Midoriya-kun! Is this really who you want to be with the rest of your life? A savage like this?” Damn, he really switched up quick didn’t he? 

“Oh my god!” Done with him, you shut the door in his face. Forcing a smile on your face, you turned to the boy who looked like he wanted to run away. At that moment, you knew your future dating life was fucked. 

“Don’t mind him,” you made sure to lean your back onto the door just in case he stormed back out. 

“No, no, it’s fine!” The boy still a bit bewildered, seemed to have recovered from the odd incident. You, on the other hand, became extremely tired after dealing with your brother. Per usual, you thought as you tucked an unruly dark pink strand of hair behind your ear. 

“It’s getting late. You need to catch the train so I’m going to let you go,” you had no idea how to end this conversation. You mentally beat yourself at your blunt goodbye. 

“Ah, oh, yes,” Midoriya seemed to suddenly realize that he needed to leave and began oddly walking backwards down your lawn. What an awkward boy. 

“I’ll see you Monday?” you prompted. 

Midoriya nodded, before stopping in his tracks. “Are you doing anything on Saturday?”

Initially taking his nod as the final goodbye, you had already opened up your door slightly when you heard his question. The light from inside illuminated part of your face and you quickly scanned the entryway for a sign of your brother. Luckily, he had gone somewhere else. 

Once again finding an opening to tease him, you asked, “Are you asking me on a date?”

Caught off guard, the boy began choking on his own spit. Watching him struggle for a bit, you continued, “Sorry, but I can’t. Mom is taking Hayato and me on a quick trip to Tokyo. She wanted us to get away for a while because...y'know,” there was no reason to bring up the USJ incident again. It was obvious that was what you were talking about. 

Midoriya seemed disappointed but quickly shrugged it off. You felt bad, but there was nothing you could do. “The class was going to get together at a restaurant and karaoke,” he admitted. Well, now you had FOMO. Lovely.

Your face must have changed as your friend tried to console you. “There will be other times for sure! We’ll all definitely miss you!” 

You smiled, grateful for his attempts at trying to cheer you up. “It’s fine, but thank you! With the people in our class, I’m sure there will be more to come.” Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t go to this first one. It would probably be the most chaotic of them all. 

“Good night, Izuku.” You didn’t notice the name change and Midoriya didn’t say anything either. Blushing slightly, he said the same words back and began his trek home. 

While you may have not noticed your name slip, you sure noticed his. 

“Good night [Name]-chan.”

Smiling to yourself, you closed the door. 

Goodnight Broccoli Boy.