so this is my second story here. i honestly wanted to have a story with two aus and as many cliches as i wanted. so here it is. yeet away depression with this fic right here. it will take a while before thiccer chapters appear. for now, slim bois will have to do. it be like that sometimes. enjoy.

-citrus


The world had always featured little red strings of fate. Thrumming with an energy of their own, if one chose to take the time to observe and listen, naturally they would appear into one's vision, simple as that. Often, the people of the world chose not to pay attention to these red strings, choosing to stick to the bitter cold hard facts of life. Others instead were focused on the idealistic fantasies that one day, their soulmate was waiting for them. No matter what the cost.

Having a psychic type quirk wasn't one I, Senrei Shizumi chose to have, but damn straight was I going to control it. Or that was what I fought to persuade myself , as I walked through the hallways of the renowned UA high. This was already the start of my second year, with my sudden arrival into western Japan, from the Eisley district near a well known school I had studied in.

My parents wanted to stay closer to my grandmother, so we moved to a cramped three room flat in the Alderaan prefecture. As I walked down the gleaming corridor, the shuffling teacher next to me sighed before turning a corner to a large classroom door.


The rowdy class of 2A had barely noticed my figure whom had blended into the background. I was chatting quietly with the two girls I had seen on television last year. A pony tailed girl named Yaomomo and her best friend Jirou. Yaomomo was an old family friend of hers, due to my parents being ex heroes in the field, having retired some time ago. We used to have frequent contact with ex heroes or organizations that helped financially unstable families with hero parents. Having met at several functions for the upperclass and heroes also led to us becoming quite good friends.

I reclined in my seat, listening to the teacher's lessons, taking down notes absentmindedly. The new environment was like a fever dream, a hallucination I couldn't escape. Sooner or later that awkward moment when I would be forced to introduce myself would come.

However, the real fuss came when in homeroom time, Aizawa sensei called me out. Immediately, the faces of the young heroes from Yuuei surrounded her with a myriad of faces and words. I tightly clutched my dark skirt, wrinkling the neat crinkles. Aizawa-sensei did nothing to help by settling in a dirty old sleeping bag and announced he was dead to the world until homeroom time ended.

"Hey, Senrei! I'm Ochako Uraraka! Call me Uraraka!", the mochi cheeked girl with a sweet smile called out next to the face of the young frog like girl named Tsuyu Asui. She insisted I call her Tsu. In turn I said, "Then just call me Shizumi."

More people introduced themselves and old memories from last year's broadcast as well as the relevant scandals surrounding Yuuei had appeared in the news. It was like a freight train hit me at full speed. Too many people were talking at the same time.

The only boy who refused to introduce himself was the heavily discussed about boy, Bakugo. His explosive and abrasive personality was abated by the sunnily grinning boy next to him, Kirishima. He was the one whom had sparked a wide debate about Yuuei's students and their conduct, after his abduction at their training camp last year.

"Man, I didn't notice that there was a new transfer student!", Sero bashfully grinned. "Yeah! She practically fades into the background!", Kaminari, the blond boy grins lazily. "Yeah man, her splendid physique is practically overshadowed by her lack of curves!", a perverted chuckle came from the odd boy, Mineta. Shizumi smiled mutely at the various comments, glaring a hole into the disgusting boy at his words. Kaminari slapped him on the back of the head with a annoyed look, "Hey! That's not manly!" The class rep also gave the oddball a dressing down which was pretty amusing to watch.

I bit my lip in apprehension as the green haired genius, Midoriya Izuku ran over brandishing a notebook with messy scribbles and drawings, "Do you mind talking to us about your quirk, Senrei-san ?" "Yeah! Tell us about your quirk! You must have been so smart, in order to get in through recommendation!", the cute voice of the invisible Hagakure chimed, too close for comfort.

I shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck in discomfort, "It really isn't much..." "Father was talking about the new student who aced the recommendation exam with record breaking results," the stoic dual quirk wielder, Todoroki added in unhelpfully.

The whole class shrieked and got even noisier as they swarmed around, eager to see my quirk. Midoriya's pencil was poised in the air, ready to take flight. I sighed, extending a slim hand to the desk in front of her, which the smallest individual in class was sitting atop. "I'm a psychic, which means that I have the ability to manipulate aspects of the world with my mind. For example, telekinesis." The desk lifts up as it emanates a slight purple glow before ascending in the air, startling the midget sized boy with a yelp.

"Wow!", Midoriya practically cried as he rapidly scribbled down notes. "Shizu-chan," Yaomomo raises a brow at her antics. "Momo!", I hissed under her breath but was too late as the ravenette continued, "Shizu-chan is a third generation quirk wielder originally from Alderaan Gakuen." I groaned and raked my hands through my hair as the class swelled into an uproar again.

"Alderaan Gakuen? Isn't that the really prestigious school far away? I heard they train their students to the bone there!", Uraraka says inquisitively. "They are a respectable academy," I conceded. "But?", Kyoka raises her brows.

"There were...", I paused. "Difficulties," Momo said helpfully. Difficulties I didn't really plan to elaborate on. There wasn't much said about Alderaan Gakuen, but she had had enough of their curriculum to last a lifetime.

"So what about your three generation quirk? Are there other facets of the quirk you have?", the green haired boy said. Smiling awkwardly at his excitement : it was Midoriya huh... "No no, don't answer!", the busty pink skinned girl, Mina grinned, "Let's have a competition! Whoever gets to guess all the things that her quirk features, winner gets a gift from Shizumi!" Oh no...oh no no no...

The class immediately crescendoed into another frenzy as they tried to guess, which, after a while the brown haired girl could only tune out. It's better to receive a more appropriate answer next time : she surmised.

It was a lesson dubbed "hero training" after the short break, which left me overwhelmed by the multitude of questions assaulting her. It felt like a sucker punch from a villain, making me slightly out of breath.

Robotically going through the motions of wearing her simple hero costume, strapping on her utility belt with a click, watching the rest of the girls change into theirs. Chatting with them, I was amazed at their sheer will and fervor that all Yuuei students seemed to possess towards hero training.

Their teacher, the famous All Might had promised them to have a highly anticipated event. I laughed as she saw the sheepish look on Tsu, "I hope none of us gets Bakugo! It's so close to the sports festival! Don't wanna get demoralized."

Sitting on the bench, listening to the chatter while adding in occasionally. Everyone's hero costume seemed slightly different from last year's broadcast on television, a little more groomed towards their tastes and quirk. Looking down at her own one, I only groaned. Alderaan Gakuen was not known for their well made costumes, but it was subpar at best. Not that I could afford the funds for a better costume, when Alderaan made you pay for it.

"Are you not confident in your costume?", Hagakure asked, "You can get it upgraded at the Development Studio." "Oh, yes. I have submitted a better version already. It's nothing much, I wasn't really able to afford a better costume in Alderaan," I smile in appreciation at her concern. The last sentence was rushed and soft, but the dark haired Kyoka sent Shizumi a sympathetic look. The other girls are visibly concerned, Uraraka and Yaomomo the most. A soft hand is placed on my shoulder, "Don't worry! You look great!", Uraraka's bangs bounced in the air as she giggled. I could only smile in return, with a touch of sadness and gratitude all the same.

"Oooooh...", Mina smirked conspiratorially, "Have you met your soulmate yet, Senrei?" I gulped, this escalated quickly, into a very troublesome topic. I was going to tread lightly. I narrowed my eyes, shifting lenses and looking at the tangled red lines on the floor, snaking all over the place, with ends of glowing lines leading through walls or the door in all directions.

"I'm not sure yet," I confessed, wringing my fingers. "Don't worry, I just hope it isn't Mineta," Momo joked. "Very funny, genius," I said, giving her a wry look. The girls all shuddered at the thought of that happening.


Dirt stained combat boots, a simple long sleeved skintight top and pants that were all black. A utility belt is strapped around her waist, with a small gps tracker and recorder on her belt too. Not really run of the mill hero equipment. I just looked like a jogging outfit gone wrong.

They had gathered in a dark room, as I started sizing up all the young heroes decked out in their hero gear. I only shifted nervously in my half price boots, feeling very uncomfortable at this murderous aura radiating from some of them. More so from the tall blonde nearby with a piercing glare. That explosion style mask did nothing to conceal the hungry glint in his eye. I had seen Bakugo's rotten attitude on television, as well as his kidnapping, but he seemed to have mellowed out the tiniest bit over the year.

I knew that he was a boy who let pride cloud his insight and intelligence, from the way he acted and spoke. Analyzing such unorthodox people was a personal pleasure of mine, to crack open someone's personality, like an intricate matryoshka doll.

To reveal their deepest insides, to know what made them tick. What made such extraordinary and unusual people do the things they did? My mind itched at the possibilities. What's more, there was a niggling feeling in my mind that urged me to find out more about him. I didn't trust that gut feeling, but acknowledged it all the same.