Okay, so before I get started, I'm not a expert and am still watching My Hero Academia, I'm on season 3 right now. Anyway, I'd been getting inspired by this series because it made me realize what it was about anime that I've always loved. So if this story gets any likes or follows, I'll continue it. Or I'll continue writing it strictly because I'm on a writing streak lol But if I get anything wrong about the series, just kindly point it out and I'll go back and fix it later. Also, some positive and constructive criticism is always great to help improve my writing.

So my character is Haruna Watanabe. I liked the last name Watanabe because it means to cross or pass over in Japanese. It was kind of inspiring for me, so of course the name stuck out. I've always like the name Haruna because it was cute and I loved the nickname Haru.

My character has a quirk similar to that guy from Class B (can't remember his name at the top of my head right now) to copy someone's quirk. However, she can store it within her long-term memory. Everything she sees from martial arts, to someone else's quirk, she can copy just from looking at it. But that's where it should get dicey. Like, I've decided that maybe there should be some downsides to her quirk so Haruna isn't a typical Mary-Sue type of character. I wanted to give her flaws like every character should have. Not everyone is perfect after all.

I'll come up with some cover-art for Haruna in the future, but for now, I'll just have a picture of the My Hero Academia title. Haruna has striking ocean blue eyes, I've decided to go with blonde hair, but not platinum or a bright blonde but rather a golden hair color (like Edward Elric from FMA basically). Her body type is slightly on the more curvaceous side. I'll develop her character story later on so it's a bit of a surprise, but it won't be anything special I don't think, or at least for now it won't be. But for right now, let's just see how this first chapter goes. Enjoy!

"Haruna Watanabe! Come with me!"

Everyone in Class-1B falls silent, as they stare at the lovely hero Midnight who unexpectedly storms into our classroom. It'd only been a few fucking hours starting into my freshman year of U.A. High, so I didn't understand what I could have possibly done to get the attention of Midnight, or if there was perhaps a misunderstanding of some kind. Either way, everyone's eyes now fall on me as I sit at my desk nearly dumbfounded. I get up and gather my belongings, before following the hero out of the classroom.

"If you don't mind me asking, where are we going?" I questioned.

She doesn't answer me and continues walking and I find myself grow anxious from the utter silence. Then, before I can comprehend what's happening, we've shown up at Class-1A. She stops right at the door and turns swiftly back towards me.

"Haruna. You are hereby switched over to Class-1A. Principal Nezu will speak to you regarding this decision after school is over, so please, don't be late." She informed me.

"W- -wait! What the hell are you talking about? It's only been two days, did I do something wrong or- -"

"Something wrong?" She chuckled. "No, not at all. Like I said, Principal Nezu will discuss this with you after school. I was just the messenger, dear."

I can't help but blush when she winks at me and slams open the door to Class-1A. She places a light but firm grip on my shoulder as she steers me into the classroom. The teacher, Mr. Aizawa, also known as Eraser Head, stops his lecture at his students and glances over at the two of us suspiciously. I adjust my shaded spectacles on my face as I can't help but fall silent out of shyness. While I barely knew anyone in Class-1B, the students within Class-1A were no more than strangers to me. I hear hushed whispers amongst the students, mostly excited whispers about Midnight.

"Can I help you?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow at Midnight.

"I've got a new student here for you. She was just transferred as of this morning." Midnight purrs.

"Oh really? And why is that?" Aizawa drones.

"Well you can find out after school ends from Nezu." Midnight winked at him. "She'll be going with you to see him anyway."

Man is this lady fucking weird...

"Ta taaaaa~!" She sang.

Then, without another word, she abruptly leaves. For the next several seconds, I'm practically dumbfounded at everything that just took place, until I notice Eraser Head make his way over to me.

"We were just about to go out to the field for today's lesson. Come on, kid."

Everyone gets up from their seats excitedly and follows Mr. Aizawa. I would have found the image amusing that they were all waddling after him like baby ducklings, but again, I was confused from this entire situation.

"I saw you briefly during the U.A. entrance exams. Why were you suddenly transferred to class 1-A?"

I see a brunette girl with a bobbed hair cut smile at me brightly. We were changing into our gym uniforms, and I put my belongings with my school uniform in a random locker.

"I honestly have no idea." I replied bluntly. "It happened out of nowhere. Midnight just popped up out of fucking thin air and whisked me away."

The girl seemed nice enough, really cute, and surprisingly was very easy to talk to.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't even introduce myself! I feel so stupid! What is wrong with me?!" She rambled nervously. "I'm Ochako Uraraka!" She introduced.

"Haruna Watanabe." I crack a smile.

I follow her outside with the other girls in our class after we finish getting ready. For some reason, I feel more at ease around Ochako, and stick close to her. That's when Mr. Aizawa tells all of us what we're really doing out here.

You know, because there's absolutely no reason at all to have orientation or anything like that.

"What? A quirk assessment test?" Everyone shouts in confusion.

"But orientation, we're gonna miss it!" Ochako points out.

Thank you!

"If you really wanna make it into the big leagues, there's no time for pointless ceremonies." Aizawa replied. "Here at U.A. we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit."

We all shuffle around nervously.

"You've been taking standardized tests, most of your lives." Aizawa points out.

He pulls out a cellular device and shows us a screen.

"But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before."

Seriously? Fuck this guy.

"This country still tries to pretend we're all created equal by not letting the most powerful excel. It's not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn." Then Aizawa turns to Katsuki Bakugo. "Bakugo, you managed to the most points on the entrance exam. What's the farthest distance throw you've had in junior high?"

Bakugo looks almost disinterested by Aizawa, but answers regardless.

"67 meters I think." Bakugo replied.

"Okay then. Try doing it with your quirk." Aizawa ordered.

Seconds later, Bakugo is standing at the home base plate of the baseball field, stretching his dominant arm as he holds a softball in his hand.

"Alright, you asked for it."

We all stare in shock as Bakugo sends the softball with an explosion. From what it appears, it looks as if he completely destroyed the softball during his throw, but that's not the case at all. In the far distance, we can all spot it falling to the ground.

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." Aizawa states.

He shows us the recording of Bakugo's throw.

It's 705.2 meters.

I can't help but fold my arms and stare at Bakugo in intrigue. A kid with spiky blonde hair looks intimidated.

"Whoa, 705 meters? Are you kidding me?" He mutters in disbelief.

"Well shit." I smirked.

A girl with pink skin, pink disheveled hair smiles as she claps her hands together excitedly.

"I wanna go! That looks like fun!" She shouts.

"This is what I'm talking about! Using our quirks as much as we want, this is gonna be so much fun!" Someone else spoke.

"So...you think this is fun, huh?" Aizawa questions.

We all fall silent as Aizawa gives us a small glare.

"You have three years to become a hero. You think it's gonna be all games and playtime?" Then, he gives us a smirk. "Idiots...today you'll be competing in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes last will be expelled immediately."

Everyone starts freaking the fuck out. However, I look to my left and see Bakugo's unchanged expression. He doesn't look scared in the least. I don't find myself worried either. No one here even knows what my quirk is.

I can always use that to my advantage. Even Aizawa doesn't know what my quirk is.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Do you understand?" He grins madly. "Because if that's a problem, you can head home now."

Suddenly, I can see a look of determination cross everyone's features. Again, Bakugo has my attention when he full out grins as madly as Aizawa.

"You can't send one of us home! We just got here!" Ochako argues. "Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!"

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? The power hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No. The world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one hardship at you after another. So go beyond. Plus Ultra style." Then he makes a come-here gesture with his index finger. "Show me that it's no mistake that you're here."

Shota Aizawa...he's...very interesting. I like him.

"Now...we're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin."

Test 1 is a 50 meter dash. I wouldn't say it was like racing another student, but ultimately, it was to determine how fast you could possibly go. Our student rep, Tenya Iida, was certainly a force to reckoned with in this department.

You know...having a fucking engine quirk on your legs...

I kept a watchful gaze on everyone who completed the dash, but I didn't want to reveal anything regarding my quirk, so I kept my glasses on. While they were shaded, it was to hide my quirk. My quirk being an emulate, a copycat. However, when I used my quirk too much, it showed fairly easily through my eyes. However, being that I can literally copy someone doing whatever just by looking had made my life very difficult. I couldn't control my quirk, or rather, turn it off. But having observed pro heroes in the past, I was able to use that towards my advantage. Test 2, was grip strength. Test 3, standing long jump. Test 4, repeated side steps. Test 5, the ball throw.

Izuku Midoriya...he's the only one that hasn't had made any significant shows of strength. That was his quirk right?

I'd heard of the extraordinary thing he'd done during the entrance exam, so for me, it was very difficult to believe that he wasn't passing with flying colors. Then I thought long and hard. Maybe he was saving his quirk, or biding his time like me. Then, it happened in a flash. Aizawa cancelled his quirk with just a look, by using his quirk. It was obvious that he was trying to teach Midoriya a lesson. And a lesson it was. If he couldn't even control his quirk, then there was no chance at him being a hero. Maybe Izuku Midoriya's quirk was just that powerful that it could destroy him. And that right there was the point that Eraser Head had just made.

If he couldn't use his quirk properly, it'd physically destroy his body, he'd have no chance at being a pro hero.

So Izuku surprised us all, only channeling his strength into the tip of his fucking finger and sending the softball at an unbelievable speed just as Bakugo had done prior. I stood there and watched in pure awe as Izuku cradled his hand to his chest, and I could see his broken and bruised finger. Aizawa looked more than pleased that Izuku had truly taken his advice to heart, and knew that there was more to the kid than what we once thought. Finally, it was my turn to go, and I felt my stomach drop as Aizawa gave me a fixed look.

"So, what's your quirk, kid? Don't think I haven't been paying attention." Aizawa spoke up.

Then, everyone's gaze was fixed on me.

"If you're afraid you'll hurt anybody, pack up and leave. I don't have time to waste with someone who's too chicken to show off their quirk." Aizawa smirked.

I could tell this was a ploy to get me triggered. But I refused to give in.

"Haruna, right?"

I nodded as Aizawa took a step forward. That's when he took my glasses right off of my face using the wraps attached to him. My eyes widened in shock as he held onto them, and snapped them right in half before letting the pieces drop to the ground. I nearly shook with pure anger that this man had the sheer audacity to do such a thing, but I tried to remain focused and calm. I put on an impassive face, almost mimicking the emotionless expression Katsuki Bakugo had prior to the start of these tests. Everyone gasped that Aizawa did such a thing, and for a moment, Aizawa almost looked, dare I say, anxious that I wasn't showing any type of reaction at all.

Just have to play it cool. Can't let him know. I can't look at him for too long. I have to think of something.

"What's your quirk, Haruna? There had to be a reason you were sent to my class." Aizawa questioned.

I don't respond before I quickly look away from everyone. I then move to pick up the softball on the ground, and make my way over to the circle as everyone else had done. I hear hushed whispers around me, all of them trying to guess my quirk. I closed my eyes as I try recollecting any memory of pro heroes with physical strength and pick someone at random. I decide to use All Might's on a whim. I take a deep breath without opening my eyes, All Might's show of strength fresh in my mind from the last time I observed him. I draw back my arm, and throw. Everyone cheers and whistles, some gasp in wonder and awe. I open my eyes to see the ball nearly vanish in the distance. My score is 750.3 meters. Aizawa looks at me in shock, before he fixes a suspicious glare at me.

"Holy crap! She's as strong as Izuku! A- -as strong as freaking All Might!" Hanta shouts.

Then, everyone falls silent as I grab an extra pair of shaded glasses from my back pocket and firmly place them on my face. If Aizawa didn't look mad at me before, he sure did now. Then, he lets out a dark chuckle, his eyes glowing red from anger.

Is he seriously mad at me? Ha.

"You've got some nerve, kid. Ignoring me like I'm trash."

"Oh no..." Ochako mutters nervously.

"Well you kind of broke my glasses, sir. And I'm not gonna lie. Those were expensive. In order not to say something I'd regret later, I thought it'd just be better that I use my anger in a constructive way." I told him truthfully.

Aizawa pauses, looking at me in both confusion and suspicion.

He doesn't know whether to believe I'm being sarcastic or not.

"I really can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." Aizawa grumbles.

Oh my fucking god. Please...resist the urge to laugh, Haruna. So maybe this was a misunderstanding, maybe Aizawa isn't as much as an asshole as I think he is. He was probably just trying to intimidate me like he did to Izuku right?

"I am not, sir." I reply with a straight face.

Then, Aizawa smirks as he holds out a hand expectantly.

"Give me your glasses. Right now. That's an order."

Okay then...I stand corrected...he is an asshole.

"Fucking fine." I curse under my breath.

I do as told, taking off my glasses and handing them slowly to Aizawa. That's when he sees it, the change in my eyes.

I'm sure they look almost similar to All Might's...

Thankfully, Aizawa is standing in front of me and blocking everyone's view as he observes me closely. Then, as quickly as it happens, it's over just as quickly. He places my glasses carefully onto my face, and I can't help but blush as he lowers his lips next to my ear.

"Interesting quirk you've got. Why are you so inclined to try and hide it from everyone?" Aizawa asked.

After school that day, Aizawa personally decided to escort me to the principal's office. Although I'm sure it was to keep an eye on me. Aizawa walks with his hands in his pockets, looking tired and nonchalant as we walk together to see principal Nezu. When we get there, we let ourselves in as Nezu pours himself a cup of tea. He looks absolutely delighted to see the two of us. After Aizawa shuts the door, we both make our way to sit in the chairs set up in front of his desk.

"So, you wanna explain why you literally decided to change her homeroom class at the last second?" Aizawa raised a lazy eyebrow.

Oh yeah, just talk about me as if I'm not here.

"Oh yes! I'm sorry about all of this Miss Watanabe!" Nezu smiles at me. "I completely overlooked your profile and entrance exam. I meant to inform you before the first day of school regarding this change, so I do apologize if this has caused you any stress."

I find myself confused, but before I can speak up, Aizawa cuts me off.

"Nezu. It's not like you to, as you say, completely overlook someone's profile. What's your reasoning behind the girl? Why send her to my class?"

"I was getting there, Shota. You really need to learn patience." Nezu lightly scolds.

Then, Nezu let's out a deep sigh.

"Miss Watanabe has a quirk similar to that of someone from Class-1B, Neito Monoma. However, I forget that her quirk is something...well, has more long term effects."

"Which means...?"

"Miss Watanabe's quirk consists of emulation, of being a copy-cat so to speak." Nezu starts explaining.

Aizawa looks at me from the corner of his eye in a not so discreet manner as the principal continues.

"While I believed that having someone with a similar quirk was beneficial to her, I believe that perhaps having you as a mentor would be even more so. It was just a thought, but I've been reflecting on how much you've grown as a hero Shota. I think Miss Watanabe is quite similar to you in regards to her lack of control on her quirk. And I remember you being at such a stage, Shota. While I know how strict you are in your teaching methods, I see much potential. I wanted to ask that you not expel Miss Watanabe, but for you to privately mentor her in order to find how we can better control her quirk." Nezu finished.

"And how exactly did you come to the conclusion that we're similar? Her quirk is completely different from mine, sir."

Man does he dislike me...

"In a manner of speaking yes. However, you once found it difficult to control how you used your quirk against others. You almost weren't able to control it at will when you were younger. I believe I find this to be similar with Miss Watanabe. These glasses of hers aren't for mere decoration. They prevent her from using her quirk. You see, she currently has no control. She can't turn off her quirk like many others can, like you once weren't able to."

Then, Shota Aizawa understood perfectly what Nezu was trying to convey.

"So you want me to teach her control?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly, my friend." Nezu smiled warmly at his comrade.

"I see..." Aizawa hums. "...alright fine."

"I must warn you, Shota. Miss Watanabe's quirk has some...unwarranted side effects. Her records show that she can develop a personality disorder of sorts. That is why I also ask of you to help her."

Nezu looks to me, waiting for me to actually speak for the first time this meeting. I blush as both of them watch me now, and awkwardly clear my throat with a cough as I turn to Aizawa to elaborate further.

"Yes...um..." I stammer. "Principal Nezu is correct on all accounts. I can copy anything I see, from an ordinary person to someone with a quirk. I can copy just about everyone I lay my eyes upon. But it's also been a downfall of mine. The longer I observe an individual, the more I become like them and less like myself. I haven't found a way to control my quirk, sir. I can't turn it off. So yes, without these glasses, I tend to pick up personality traits of other people and I'm a completely different person."

"And as such, it can also be a dangerous quirk. If she were to copy her enemies and observe them for a long period of time, she could...lose herself." Nezu mutters sadly.

That's when Aizawa understands the gravity of the situation, and gives me an almost apologetic look. Probably regarding earlier today when he took my glasses from me.

"So...you've copied All Might's quirk." Aizawa noted. "How come you didn't...act like him? You had his eyes..."

"I almost did before I put my glasses back on. These glasses are specially made to cancel my quirk."

"I see." He nods. "Alright fine. But just so you know, this extra training that we'll be doing, it won't be easy. I'll be pushing you far more than the other students in Class-1A. For obvious reasons. Do you think you can handle it?"

I give Shota Aizawa a nod of confirmation, as a renewed determination summons deep within me.

"I can, sir. I won't let you down. There might be times where I doubt myself, but don't give up on me. I won't disappoint you."

Then, Shota gives me a very pleased smile.

"Alright...let's get started."

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! I had so much fun writing this! Let me know what you all think! I'm keeping the rating M for future chapters... Oh I can't wait.