Like A Hero
Sakura Senju, a girl of 15 years with hair the color of cotton candy and eyes a shade of pure green. She wasn't too tall nor too short. She wasn't too big nor too small. She was average with above average intelligence. Her quirk, or possibly quirks, was the only other thing that made her notable beside her hair, it was the only thing to make her special from any other person.
She was born with the quirk of Dead Alive. A combination of of her mother's quirk, Doctor, which had the ability to speed up the body's natural processes at an unnatural speed, and her late father's quirk of Destruction, which allowed the user to destroy anything with a touch.
Her quirk was something many were jealous over, but they all feared her too much to say anything bad about it, well at least those her age. She had the power to destroy after all. Even with these powers that didn't stop her from being a victim of terrible bullying. She was harassed nearly everyday by upperclassmen, her hair and her forehead were always the perfect targets. But she was by far too nice to use it on them even if she had such an amazing quirk. Her only way to cope with it was by creating a mask. A mask that she would wear at school and in front of people. No longer would anyone ever make fun of her and if they did she would knock them down a few pegs, figuratively and literally.
She had kept with the reputation of being a unfriendly and cruel person from the time she was 8 to the age of 13. But everything would change as the year was coming to an end, her father had passed away that Winter before her 14th birthday and his last wish had been for her to smile more; to take the route of a kind person who helped like a hero. He wanted her to end her streak of passive cruelty.
And of course she had kept her father's wish. She would put the mask that she had created away and show her true face. No longer would she wear that mask that had slowly clouded her vision. When Spring came and melted the ice of Winter away, cherry blossoms were blooming everywhere and so was Sakura. She smiled more, laughed more and loved more. It had all been fake and forced at the start, and for a very long time too, but as the year had passed by it had become more natural and soon enough she was now known as someone who people could go to for help, just like a hero. She just hoped she would never go back to being that person again.
One Year Later, Age 15
Pale ivory fingers gently cut through the waterfall of pink followed by the bristles of a gold brush. She looked at herself in the mirror. A girl with seafoam orbs and long cotton pink hair stared back at her. A smile on her face with a light coat of pink gloss on her plump lips. She picked up a red ribbon on her vanity and began to tie it on her head, making a perfect bow on the crown of her head.
She may be a future hero but that didn't mean she could take care of herself. She dressed nicely in her old middle school sailor fuku uniform which consisted of a navy skirt, a white top and a navy scarf along with a red tie. Her white socks went no higher than her thighs and her brown loafers were waiting for her at the front door.
She gave a nod to herself and grabbed her bag. It was time for her to go and take the Yuuei High School entrance exam, "It's now or never, Sakura. Yuuei has another thing coming for them." She gave a knowing smile as she walked out of her room.
As she made her way down the stairs, she could smell the cooking of her mother's food, "I gotta get going, mom! I'll see you later!"
"At least get some breakfast before you go, brat!" Her mother shouted back. Her busty form swiveled to face her daughter. She pointed her metal spactual at the young girl with narrowed eyes, "Get your ass back here and eat. I won't have you failing because you didn't get a nutritious breakfast."
Sakura couldn't help but nervously chuckle, "I was just joking mom! But I'll have to take it to go. Yuuei won't wait for anyone, not even me."
Her mother gave her a knowing smirk before she turned back and flipped a grilled cheese at her daughter's waiting hands, "Of course not. Now don't come back home until you become a Yuuei student, you hear!"
Sakura caught the grilled cheese with a grin on her face, "Don't even doubt me for a second, mom! I'll get in so don't worry, I can't go and make dad sad now can I?" She didn't see it but she knew her mother was grinning like crazy with her back to her daughter. And she knew for sure her father was grinning along with them.
"Go make us proud, kid!" Her mother gave one last yell before her daughter was out the door and on her way to Yuuei High, "That kid sure is a handful, Dan. She'll make it in no matter what, after all she is our daughter." Her amber eyes could help but water up, her only child had come such a long way from where she had been before. Her father was definitely proud.
Today was going to be her day. The sun was out and there was not a cloud in sight. Sakura had been lucky to be one of the first few to make it to Yuuei High. The only other person to get there before her was a rather serious boy with glasses. Just by glancing him up and down, Sakura could tell that he was probably in the best shape of his life. She didn't bother to approach him though, after all many other students were beginning to crowd in and Sakura had to make her way into the building; she wanted the best seat possible.
The pro hero that was giving the speech, Present Mic, was definitely an interesting person. He was loud, eccentric and seemed like the type to always be in a good mood. Definitely someone who would be good to be around. She couldn't help but giggle at how no one would respond when he told them to, still that didn't stop him from going on with his explanation as to what was about to happen.
But before anyone could respond, the boy with glasses from earlier had gotten up and began to ask about why there were four on the paper but the pro hero had only showed 3. He also wanted to complain that a green haired boy behind him had been talking the whole time and had been quite annoying. Sakura, who had to crane her neck to look back at them stifled a laugh at how embarrassed the smaller boy had been. He had barely managed to apologize to the glasses boy
Many returned their attention back to Present Mic as he answered examinee 7111's question. Sakura didn't care to much about the filler words, but she was able to get the important parts. Ones, twos and threes were all worth points with fours valuing up to zero because apparently no one could beat them as they were now, so it would be useless.
'So what they really mean to say is that they have two different points. Ones that go towards defeating the 'villians' and ones that go towards helping our fellow examiners. Not bad, Yuuei, not bad at all.' Sakura thought to herself as she nodded as Present Mic went on. This was definitely something that not many were going to get.
As Present Mic was closing off his speech, he said one finally thing to get them motivated, "Well, that's enough from me! I'll lead you all with a presentation on the 'schools precepts' of this academy of mine! As a certain 'hero' by the name of Napoleon Bonaparte once said, "A true hero is someone who overcomes life's misfortunes". Go beyond! PLUS ULTRA!"
