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Midoriya was fit. She knew it and wasn't ashamed of it. She worked out every day for the past 4 years doing all sorts of exercises, body building techniques, running and even yoga and flexibility exercises. Though she wouldn't admit it, she had a habit of dressing more freely on warmer days when out of school. She explained it as wanting to have something nice for herself, and if it was her body then it was her body.
Midoriya was smart. Scarily so sometimes. She was still at the top in her class outside of a few slightly worse than perfect grades from chemistry, a subject she, admitadely, didn't give as much attention to in her studies on basis of not liking it all too well. Since she was 4 she had been leading a series of notebooks, first called 'Hero Analysis for the future', now renamed to a shorter 'Hero Analysis'. She was currently three quarters through notebook 18. The higher the number of the notebook, the more professional it looked and the better the analysis got.
Midoriya was quiet. Since she was 5 anyway. It seemed like she would grow up to be a lively child, full of energy, but now, outside of her mom and teachers, she barely spoke to anyone. She was burning that energy with her daily workouts and runs it would seem. Because of this, her classmates bar Bakugo knew barely anything about her. Most information from when they were kids, for those that knew her back then anyway, just didn't retain. The girls in the class had tried approaching her a few times, asking her what make-up or hair products she uses, but they would simply be met with a curt list of brands and specific products and that would be that. The boys decided not to try.
Midoriya was intimidating. This was something she didn't realise. Her being the 2nd tallest person in class, only barely beaten by Bakugo combined with her silent personality, unpurposeful icy glares and occasional mutter as she wrote in her notebooks made her more unnaproachable than even before. She didn't try to be, but ever since she shut away from regular communication things just didn't seem to be going her way.
Midoriya was proper. She kept herself and all her possesions as clean as she could. Her room was the definition of pristine. Her desk at school was never cluttered, no matter what they were doing. Her handwriting looked like a nice clean font when viewed from within arm's lenght, no matter how quickly she wrote. Her bag was nicely sorted, all school related items on one side, the other featuring utillities, make-up, her wallet and some trinkets that could come in useful someday.
Midoriya had a dream. A dream to help others. When she was 4 and below she wanted to be a hero like most other kids that age. Now, she still wanted to help people, just a different way than usual. Because heroes are 'others' too and she decided that helping heroes was the next best thing from being a hero herself. Seeing as analysis was already a hobby she aimed to perfect, it would be the perfect job for her, atleast now.
Midoriya was quirkless. Back when she was 4 and she first heard it she would recoil, and cry and deny but it was no use. Then, after a few months of being ridiculed and called names, she came to her mother. They talked and in the end Midoriya decided it would be best to simply ignore them. It worked for almost everyone, kids being kids simply let things go when they got bored. Bakugo was s tougher nut to crack but over the years it seemed that he steered away from physical abuse atleast, no matter how minor it was when it started. What did it for Bakugo was when she finally crossed out 'for the future' from her notebook covers. It appeared that as long as she wasn't trying for what he was trying then he was going to ignore her like he did everyone else. And...
Midoriya was okay with it. It was possibly the best outcome. And as for little she talked outside of home, she seemed to make up with talking to her mother. Now, the fact that she was quirkless was just that. A fact. Just like it was a fact that she was tall, just like it was a fact that she liked green. A facet of her being and nothing else. And it did hurt sometimes when confronted with seeing everything amazing that others can do and she can't but, she always got over it, crying her heart out with her mom while watching TV was her preference. But, she always got over. It was only logical to. No point in being hung up over something she can't change. Midoriya smiled as she closed the envelope, inside which was her application for the UA entrance exam for the support course analysis track. She was surprised when she found out about it on UA's official website, but now, it really seemed like the best scenario. She supposed she would just have to wait to find out.