One shot story of Sakura in the MHA world.
A Slice of Life
Summary: At 4 years old Sakura developed her quirk but also regained her past memories. Watch as Sakura navigate a world unfamiliar to her through the years until she's ready to become a Hero.
On the sill of her mother's kitchen window was a dying rose. She watched her mother water the plant and cared for it every day yet it was withering away. She could tell her mother was sad and she gave up eventually but she didn't have the heart to throw it out since it was a gift from her absentee father. However, that same rose bloomed on her 4th birthday. It was just her and mother celebrating like always until it finally happened.
"Sakura, Mama has baked a beautiful cake for you," she said, placing the medium sized cake on the table, smiling sadly at Sakura. "Mama couldn't get any presents for you but next year I promise you'll have the best present in the whole world."
"Mama, I don't need a present because I have you." Sakura replied, "You're the best mama ever."
"Sakura..." Sakura's mother cried out before pulling her daughter into a tight hug. "I love you my little flower."
"I love you ma-" Sakura started but gasped as a tiny voice began speaking in her head.
"Help me."
"Sakura?" Her mother questioned in a worried tone. "What's wrong dear?"
"Help me."
Sakura looked around the kitchen searching for the voice until her eyes landed on the flower on the sill.
"Help me… please."
"Mama… your flower… it's calling for help." Sakura whispered before pulling away from her mother and walking towards the window.
"Sakura?"
Sakura shook her head. "Mama, up!" Sakura shouted, jumping up towards the window, unable to reach it.
"Ok ok little flower. Mama will lift you up now." Sakura felt herself being lifted by her mom. The nearer she got to the flower its voice was much clearer in her head.
"Help me… Sakura-chan."
Sakura reached out her hand and touched the rose with the tip of her finger. Instantly, the rose bloomed and returned back to full health. Sakura could hear her mother gasp behind her as she watched several more roses bloom from the flower pot. The moment she released her hand from the flowers, pain blossomed in her head. She cried out in pain from a sudden headache and she could barely hear her mother screaming out her name. Memories, tons and tons of memories were flowing into her tiny brain. It was like her brain was overloading. The pain was unbearable but all she could was focus on the content of these memories.
She used to be a ninja, she was placed on team 7, she fought in a war and survived, married Sasuke and died by his hand. Grief overcame her as all she could do was focus on the horrible memories of her life. Without realizing she found herself screaming. The beautiful flowers she had brought back to life reacted to her torment and mutated into thorny ugly flowers and swarmed around her. Some seemed to formed mouths and grew teeth. They formed a cocoon around her as if to protect her from whatever was ailing her. She was unaware of her surroundings or how much time had passed but her memories of her horrible death weighed deeply on her young mind and heart. It was repeating in her mind like a mantra.
He killed me.
He killed me.
He killed me.
He killed me.
He killed me.
He killed me.
He killed me.
He killed me.
Sasuke KILLED ME!
Sakura wailed at the injustice of her death before she was met with darkness.
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She didn't know how long she swam through the darkness around her. The far-reaching darkness was sprinkled with stars yet all of her memories played like a movie in front of her. She wrapped her arms around herself as she watched herself receive her headband from graduating the academy. She watched the formation of Team 7. Their first deadly mission as a team. She watched as she trained hard under Tsunade to help her teammates. She saw the war and the many sacrifices many others made in order to win. She saw herself marry Sasuke. She saw the constant arguments and his accusations. She saw the frosty gaze that he regarded her with and his suspicions. She saw her own death. She didn't know how many times she re-watched her death but it seemed to just consume her.
"Sakura please wake up!" a voice tore through the darkness and showered her in its sadness and warmth. "Please my little flower!"
"Mama.," Sakura said unconsciously. That's right, she wasn't Sakura Haruno any more. She was Sakura Momochi now and she regained memories of her past life. Her mother is Haruka Momochi, a mother who is struggling to raise her only daughter. She didn't know if the gods saw injustice in her death and decided her to give her a second chance but she had to take it.
Sakura opened her emerald green eyes and met her mother's grey eyes. Sakura continued to stare at her mother whose long red hair spilled over her shoulders in a wave. She had bandages all over her hands and around her neck. Her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was pale.
"Sakura don't ever scare me like that!" Haruka cried out, holding Sakura's hand tightly.
She didn't know why but the words spilled out of her mouth automatically. "Mama… I'm sorry." Sakura felt the tears leak from her eyes as she was unable to control her emotions.
"It's alright honey. It's not your fault… no one could've predicted what would happen." Haruka said, trying to comfort her daughter.
Sakura just laid there as her mother fretted over her. The situation she was in was too much of a shock for her and she was trying to process it all. It felt like yesterday was the day she died and she suddenly woke up in this body. Only that wasn't the case and she had already lived four years of this life. This body was identical to her old body, from her head to her toes. She turned her head to the television that seemed strange yet familiar to her. She barely heard her mother said she was going to call the doctors as she watched the daily news.
Good Morning
This is NEWS FLASH bringing your daily news.
A month ago in the Shizuoka Prefecture and house was suddenly engulfed in man-eating plants. Several families lost their homes and loved ones. Many across the nation thought it was villain and Heroes from all corners of Japan came to fight the monstrosities but without much luck. It was only because of the #1 Hero in the world, All Might that the monsters seemed to be defeated.
However, the source of such monstrosities wasn't the work of a villain but a young four year old by the name of Sakura Momochi who awakened her quirk. Her mother, a quirk-less civilian Haruka Momochi, refused to comment. We understand that her daughter is in a coma from the overuse in her quirk.
However, the because of this disaster a public group has formed in support of the people who died in this horrific accident.
Someone has to pay for the lives of those peo-
YOU IDIOT! WHO GAVE YOU THE AUTHORIZATION TO MENTION THOSE NAMES ON AIR!
WHEN MY WIFE DIED. THAT DAMNED BRAT WILL PAY!
YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Sakura closed her eyes as the news cut off. She barely stepped a foot into this world and people died already because of her. Her mother must've been hurt during her loss of control. Her heart stung from knowing that her hands were already stained with blood in this life too. She couldn't stop crying and the pain in her chest got more painful. Why couldn't the pain end when Sasuke killed her. Why must she suffer in this life too? Why must she remember pain and more pain?
She couldn't stop the panic attack from coming on. Her breaths got short and her eyes wide. The room started to shake and the glass window shattered. Withered flowers with thorns and rows of teeth broke into the room. They slithered towards her, ready to encircle and protect her. However, before she knew it she was embraced by her mother.
"I'm here sweetie….I'm here..." Haruka desperately whispered while hugging her tightly. Sakura began to calm down in her mother's embrace. This warm, kind, soft-spoken mother who was entirely different from her mother in her past life. She could hear many doctors came into the room whispering in hushed voices.
"Beautiful..." someone said.
Sakura pulled away from her mother's embrace and looked at the doctor who said that. Sakura followed the doctor's eyes and came upon the most beautiful sight. Where the withered and ugly flowers were was not a small beautiful garden with an array of flowers of all different colors. Butterflies had already appeared and fluttered around the petals batting their multi-colored wings.
"Good morning Young Sakura!" a loud voice echoed throughout the room.
"All Might!" someone yelled.
Sakura watched the man who saved her walked up to her with a grin. So this man was the #1 Hero in the world, Sakura thought. She couldn't help but be in awe of him and feel safe.
"Sakura… say hi to All Might." Haruka urged her.
"Hello...sir" Sakura replied, unsure on how to address him.
He grinned. "I'm glad to see you're awake and well. I just wanted to tell you that what happened wasn't your fault. It was an unfortunate accident that happened. You'll see Young Sakura."
Sakura nodded but deep down she knew it was her fault. She may be a child on the surface but a 25-year-old woman occupied this mind and those people who died would forever remain in her mind.
"Thank you All Might….for saving my daughter and me," Haruka spoke softly. "I don't have a quirk and neither….does her father so I didn't expect her to have one. The doctors didn't have a name for it yet…."
"Why don't we let Young Sakura choose?" All Might said.
Sakura felt the heavy stare of everyone in the room on her. Sakura couldn't help but feel that this was inappropriate. She had killed people with her quirk and they wanted her to name her quirk. She glanced at the beautiful garden she created compared to the monsters that she made. She didn't have a name.
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Two weeks had passed and they were finally able to leave the hospital go to their new home in the same area. It was slightly bigger than their old home but it was home. It was time for her mother to return to work and Sakura couldn't but avoid looking at the haggard appearance of her mother who was no doubt a beautiful woman. Due to the constant nightmares and panic attacks during her stay at the hospital, she was sure her mother had no time to rest.
"Mama... I'm sorry." Sakura whispered, lowering her head as her mother fixed her outfit.
"It's going to be fine my little flower. Mama's just a little tired," she replied but Sakura knew better. "I just wish I didn't have to send to you to school..." Sakura couldn't help but agree with her but she had no choice. Her mother had to work and she couldn't leave a four-year-old home by herself.
"Mama it'll be fine," Sakura exclaimed, attempting her best smile.
"I hope so," Haruka said in a soft voice.
They quickly left their home and was walking towards the kindergarten a few blocks away from their home. There was no short of accusations and stares. Sakura knew this would happen and she was worried for what awaited her at school and her mother at work. Because of her, they were going through these hardships. She glanced up at her mother who looked like she wanted to cry as the people around us began whispering.
"It's that little girl who killed those people..."
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"Like mother like daughter.."
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"They should pay for what they did."
Haruka quickly lifted Sakura in her arms and walked faster away from her tormentors. Sakura felt the weight of those words and stares press down on her. Even though she closed her eyes to avoid looking at the people their words still reached her ears. She covered her ears but their words echoed in her mind. It was all her fault.
Hours had passed since her mother dropped her off at school and it was horrible. All the other kids avoided her and her teacher barely acknowledged her. Is this how Naruto felt when he was younger? It was break time and she sat alone on a swing watching the other kids play with each other and shoot her cautious glances. She didn't really care much because she wasn't thrilled to be here with a bunch of 4-year-old kids. She was a 4 year old with the mind of a 25-year-old and a bunch of kids avoiding her was the least of her problems.
She worried about her kind mother who was soft-spoken and would barely hurt a fly. She imagined her mother would be bullied or worse. She worried about her own fragile mind. She knew her own condition and knew she was suffering from PTSD. The symptoms were clear for her to see and the day she regain her memories was the day her quirk went out of control. Her quirk…
She hadn't tried to use it since the incident at the hospital. She could feel it bubbling underneath the surface of her skin. She could hear the flowers whispering to her and calling out to her as she passed them. She looked down at the ground beneath her feet and imagined a red rose growing and blooming. Her eyes widen as the ground broke away and a rose grew to the height of her head and bloomed.
"Sakura-chan." the rose cooed before leave forward and brushing a petal across her cheek.
Sakura couldn't help but smile at the red rose. "Hello," Sakura replied as the rose swayed in the wind.
"W-woah that's so cool!" a voice sounded out behind her causing her to jump from the swing and plucking the rose from the ground. She turned around and came face to face with a wide-eyed green haired boy.
"I-I have yet to a-awaken my quirk but I'm sure it'll be super cool like All Might!" he babbled happily.
Sakura couldn't help but return a grin with her own. His aura was overwhelmingly happy and it caused her mood to improve as well. He reminded her a bit of Naruto yet this boy seemed much more subdued than her knuckleheaded friend.
"I'm I-Izuku M-midoriya, w-what's your name?" he stammered, blushing slightly.
"I'm Sakura Momochi." Sakura replied before returning to the swing. Izuku sat in the other swing and stared at her. Sakura smiled at him and gave him the rose. "Here."
Izuku blushed. "F-for me?"
"Yes," Sakura answered before looking up at the sky. "I'm glad you think my quirk is cool. I can create, shape and manipulate flowers. It sounds so beautiful yet…" Sakura sighed, lowering her head.
"I don't think your quirk is bad at all Sakura-san. I saw the news and bad things happened but I don't think you should think of your quirk as something bad..."
Sakura raised her head to look at the boy who was staring at her with tender eyes that shouldn't be on a 4-year-old. She watched as he held the flower close to his chest and grinned at her.
"Your quirk is a gift," he told her. "Not a nightmare." Her heart lifted at his words. She couldn't believe she was being comforted by a 4-year-old boy. His words rang in her head and it became clearer to her what the name of her quirk should be.
"Thank you Izuku kun." Sakura replied with a genuine smile.
"N-no p-problem Sakura-san," he replied softly. "Tomorrow I'll let you meet my friend Kaa chan." Sakura nodded before they sat in silence watching the clouds pass.
Who knew that she would never get the meet Kaa chan that Izuku told her about. When her mother came to pick her up she announced they were moving to the countryside. It was so sudden that Sakura knew something bad must've happened at work. Before the week was finished she was whisked away to the countryside and away from her first friend.
Four Years Later
It's been four years since her mother and she moved to Shirakawago. Sakura immediately fell in love with the place. The air was fresh and it was an absolutely charming small village with vast rice paddies, farmers and a range of snow peaked mountains surround the village. They moved into a quaint home surrounded by trees just outside of the village.
Nothing much had changed in the four years they stayed there. They were still shunned but thanks to her quirk, they were able to make a living and make a few friends. They ran a small flower shop that also served as a bakery. People from all over the village would buy the exotic flowers she made with her quirk and the delicious bread her mother made.
The therapy sessions that she had with her therapist helped her tremendously in controlling her quirk which could be affected by negative emotions. She still had nightmares and panic attacks but it was less. However, she still couldn't come to terms with how she died. It was inconceivable.. but she felt that she was ready to talk about it in her next session.
"Sakura!" Haruka called from downstairs.
"Coming Mama!" Sakura yelled back before closing her diary.
She walked in front of her standing mirror and eyed her appearance. She was quite glad her appearance remained the same even in this lifetime. She wore a white mini-skirt, pink oversized sweater, and brown slippers. However, the one thing that changed was her hair. Her hair was still pink but it was much softer and easier to manage this time. She braided it until it reached her lower back and entwined yellows flowers within the braid with her quirk. Satisfied with her appearance she ran downstairs to help her mother with the shop. Pushing open the door at the bottom of the stairs her mother turned to her.
"Sakura, I've been told a customer needs a bouquet for his special person. Can you help him out since I have this line to deal with." Haruka asked as she dealt with the long line in front of her.
"Sure thing mom." Sakura smiled. Her mom had gotten much better living in the countryside. Her skin was much healthier and she was happier. Sakura walked over to the flower section and found a man blonde haired man in a suit waiting on her. For some reason, he looked familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Hello, welcome to Flower Gift Shoppe & Bakery. How can I help you?" Sakura greeted the man. The moment he turned around, his green eyes stunned her. He was undoubtedly handsome and extremely familiar. He smiled at her before looking at the flowers.
"I need flowers that would express my regret, love, and promise of a new beginning," he said softly. Then it hit her like a train. This man was…. Sakura smiled brightly before grabbing the man's hand. He gasped at the contact but allowed Sakura to pull him along.
"I assume the woman you want to express your feelings to loves roses, correct?" Sakura sent him a knowing smile.
"How did you know?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"Girls intuition." Sakura simply said before stopping at the section that housed their roses. "Red roses symbolize love and desire, but roses come in a variety of colors and each has their own meaning. For example, the white rose's meaning is purity and innocence. But for you, we have a crimson rose which means regret. The already popular red rose which means love. Finally, there's the yellow rose which means, as you politely put, the promise of a new beginning."
The man was in awe at Sakura's knowledge. "You're really smart for a little girl."
Sakura wanted to laugh at tell him that even though she may look 8 years old her mind is 29 years old. "Thank you, sir. I'll quickly fix you up and you can pay for it over by the cashier." Sakura said with a wink before carefully bunching the required flowers together and wrapping them in a light green paper and tying it with a white ribbon. She handed the bouquet to the man with a smile.
"I really hope the woman you're giving those flowers accepts your apology," Sakura said.
The man smiled sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his. "I hope so too. Wish me luck!"
Sakura watched him walk over the line which was considerably shorter and waited. She took a seat by the bench in the corner and waited until the man reached his mother. She could see her mother crying with disbelief written all over her face. She took the flowers and held them to her chest before quickly jumping in the arms of the blonde haired man. He spun her around several times and planted a long kiss on her lips before they both looked in her direction.
"Sakura, come here please," Haruka said, still in the arms of the man. Sakura smiled before jumping off the stool and jogging over to her mom and the man.
"Sakura I would like you to meet you-"
"My father." Sakura immediately said, cutting off her mom.
"You knew?" Her father asked and she nodded.
Haruku sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes. "Yes, this is your father and my husband, Hirochi Momochi."
"Nice to finally meet you, Papa." Sakura said before hugging his legs.
"You're not mad at me for never meeting you before?" Hirochi asked sadly.
Sakura shook her head. "Mama already told me that you went overseas to study and now that you've finished we can make up for lost time…. Papa."
"I'm so sorry, Sakura." he cried, before picking her up and hugging her tightly. "I wasn't here for either of you in your moment of need but.. this time I won't ever leave." At that moment, Sakura felt whole. Her family was back together again and she felt incredibly happy. She didn't know much about her father but he made her mother happy and she was willing to let him into her life.
Her mother quickly closed the shop for the rest of the day as the three of them spent time together in the dining room.
"My daughter has a quirk… I can't believe it. I'm really proud of you Sakura." Hirochi said, smiling at his daughter with admiration.
"I was shocked too.," Haruka said with a sad smile.
"What happened… was unfortunate but I won't let anyone bully my daughter or wife," Hirochi exclaimed.
"I've done all I could. Thankfully our daughter is really smart and doesn't need to attend school. She's homeschooled to avoid any situations at school as well."
Hirochi nodded before looking at Sakura. "Papa?" Sakura questioned, wondering why he was staring at her.
"Have you ever thought of being a Hero?" he asked.
"Hiro!" Haruka gasped
"I have," Sakura answered truthfully. "But I'm not entirely sure yet since I want to become a doctor too."
"Well, I support you doing both!" Hirochi said, "I would know since I'm going to be opening a clinic here in this village."
Sakura's mouth fell open. "You're a doctor, Papa?"
Hirochi nodded. "Yes, that's what I've been studying for and you're going to be my apprentice."
"Of course!" was Sakura's immediate reply.
"Don't I have a say in this?" Haruka said, looking between Sakura and Hirochi.
"Pleaaaassse mama?" Sakura whined. She really hated acting like a kid sometimes. It was embarrassing for her but it kept up appearances that she was somewhat normal.
"Fine. I fully support you being a doctor but I'm not too sure about being Hero. That's a dangerous occupation.."
Sakura grinned. "Thank you, Mama."
Several months had passed since her father arrived. Since then she trained under her father while training her body and quirk and helping her mother with the shop. She learned a lot about local herbs, modern medication, and machines used in surgery and other areas under her father. It was fascinating to compare modern day medication to what she used in her past life.
She jogged with her father on mornings to keep her body fit and endurance high. She knew the importance of having a fit body thanks to being a medical ninja in her past life. They would run up the nearby mountain on mornings and come back by noon. This only made her father and she grow closer and Sakura regarded him as one of her special persons. He opened the clinic and it was largely successful thanks to the lack of doctors in the town. It had taken a while to expand the house but apparently, her extended family on her father's side are rich.
She learned a lot more about her quirk which is called Flower Gift thanks to the green haired boy she met long ago and thanks to her father who is a doctor that specializes in quirks. She could create, shape and manipulate flowers and cause flowers and parts of the flowers, including petals, stems and pollen, to grow and bloom, move/attack, mutate flowers by rearranging DNA structure, revive withered or dead flowers and use her flowers to heal or poison someone. She also has an emphatic connection with flowers. She could understand the overall well-being and conditions of flowers, as well as fully interpret their emotions and communicate with them.
However, her quirk could go haywire depending on her emotions and state of mind. Hence, the incident years ago with a mutated monster like flowers. Overuse of her quirk puts her to sleep or into a coma. Her weakness was a glaring disadvantage if she was ever to be a hero since falling to sleep in the middle of a battle could her killed.
"Now, Sakura I want you to make this field bloom with the sunflower you created," Hirochi said as they stood on a vast pasture. "If you can do this without any sign of weakness that means our training has worked. It's all about if your body is strong enough to handle your quirk. If it becomes strong enough then that weakness won't affect you."
"Alright, papa," Sakura said, holding both hands outwards. She stared at the pasture and visualized a field of sunflowers blooming but these sunflowers wouldn't be normal sunflowers. They would absorb the sun during the day and shine bright a night. This was a special sunflower she constructed with her father's help.
Sakura felt joy bloom in her heart as the field was filled with sunflowers. They were singing her praises.
"Sakura-chan is beautiful."
"Sakura-chan is great."
"Sakura-chan is a goddess."
"Sakura-chan loves us."
"Sakura-chan… thank you for giving us life."
"What are they saying Sakura?!" Hirochi asked excitedly before picking her up and putting her on his shoulder.
"They're telling us, thank you for giving them life," Sakura replied with a joyful expression. Ino would love this, she thought happily.
"Thank you for accepting me Sakura," Hirochi said, looking up at his daughter.
"Thank you for loving Mama and me, Papa," Sakura replied genuinely before falling asleep. Hirochi chuckled at his sleeping daughter before carrying her home princess style.
Two weeks later, Sakura found herself at her therapist for her last monthly session. Her father and mother were outside waiting like usual. Her therapist was a kind man that went by the name of Dr. Kyo. Ever since she came here he was nothing but patient with her and her 'dreams'.
She laid down on the couch and stared up a the ceiling ready to divulge information about her past death. Since she came here she talked about Naruto, Kakashi and other people she saw and knew in her 'dreams'. She couldn't actually tell him she lived that life so she opted for dreams. The one topic she always avoided was Sasuke and she felt like she was ready to speak about him.
"So you're saying this guy, Sasuke who was your husband killed you." Dr. Kyo repeated.
"Yes."
"Do you know why?"
"I don't.. but it deeply affected me," Sakura replied, her voice wavering. "You see, I grew up loving him with everything I have.. yet he didn't trust me."
"Why didn't he trust you?"
"He thought I was cheating with his best friend…. Naruto." Sakura replied. "I wasn't because Naruto was married."
"Did you love Naruto at one point?"
Sakura shook her head. "I always loved Naruto even when he got married. He was my one regret but I loved Sasuke too. Maybe not like I used to but he was someone I considered a friend or closer. I respected our marriage enough to never do something like that."
"How do you feel about this Sasuke now?"
"I hate him. I hate him so much…" Sakura hissed, as angry tears flowed down her cheeks. "But...I pity him. I pity that he would never get to experience real love."
"Sakura…since you came here this is the most honest you've ever been." Dr. Kyo said with a smile. "Do you know what my quirk is?"At this question, Sakura sat up and narrowed her eyes at Dr. Kyo.
"It's called Farsight. I can see into the past of anyone I encounter," he said, making Sakura gasp.
"You knew all along then," Sakura replied, thinking if she should kill him or not.
"These stories aren't dreams. You actually lived them. At first, I didn't believe it but I've come to terms with it. Sakura, I want you to know none of your sessions were recorded except the first one. I've come to see you like a daughter or little sister and I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. This is your second chance and that fool, Sasuke didn't deserve you. You may have made questionable choices but your heart was in the right place. You have been given a second chance at life and you can live it however you want. You can become a hero, a doctor, a singer anything but know that it will be your choice and it won't be influenced by anyone or anything. There will be hardships in the future but I believe you could handle it."
Sakura felt like some of the weight was lifted from her heart. She felt freer and not bound by her past life. She felt like she could somewhat move forward and live. She cried as Dr. Kyo comforted her. "Thank you, Doctor," Sakura whispered.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Sakura Haruno."
After leaving with her father and mother, Sakura told her parents she wanted to tell them something. She had put a lot of thought into it and she knew if Naruto was here he would've jumped head first into it. They stood in the living room anxiously waiting for Sakura to speak.
"Papa, Mama. I want to become a hero."
Six Years Later.
She was 14 years old now and stood among the Hero hopefuls ready to take the Entrance Exam to get into the U.A High School. Her father and mother didn't move back with her since they have her little brother and the businesses to look after. She wore a green sweater, black shorts, and black running shoes. Her hair was braided like usual with different types of flowers intertwined in the braid.
She stood at the very back of the crowd as Present Mic explained the instructions. They were supposed to destroy the enemy robots to gain points. Sakura glanced at the people in front of her and wondered what types of quirks they had. Soon her eyes landed on a familiar green haired boy.
Izuku Midoriya.
Sakura was walking towards him before she knew it. Pushing her way through the crowd she stood behind the nervous wreck of a boy and tapped his shoulder. He turned around slowly before his eyes widened as they a landed on her.
"We meet again… Izuku kun."