"Stop it! Leave me alone!" shouted a small child, he tried to cover his head from the stones thrown by the other children. He whined and whimpered as he tried to get away from them. Though, the other children had used their powers on the poor boy to keep him from running away from them to tell a teacher. "You'll be sorry for hurting me!" shouted the boy.

"What are you going to do about it you quirkless loser?" said one of the boys that surrounded the smaller boy who just looked up with teary eyes. "No one is going to help you! No one cares about you!" shouted one of the boys with a laugh.

The quirkless child sniffled a little as he started to cry. One of the other children threw another rock at the child, causing him to cry out when the rock had broken the skin on his head, just hitting the side of his forehead. Blood dripped down his forehead as he held onto his head and whimpered from the pain on his forehead.

Why wasn't anyone helping him? Did these kids speak the truth? No one would ever really care about a quirkless loser like him?

Sniffling a little, the little boy wiped at his forehead and hissed from the pain before he shook his head and looked up at the kids as they had dark smiles on their faces. His eyes widened in shock and fear as they rushed at him. Crying out from pain as they kicked and punched him, even going as far as using their quirks on him making him cry all the harder from the pain.

The little boy laid on the ground as he tried to push himself back up and all but cried out from the pain as he fell back onto the ground.

He whimpered as he looked up, staring at the other children as they just sneered down at him. "Look at him! Look at how he's whining and whimpering!" shouted one boy with glee at the sight of the smaller boy being in pain. The little boy tightly shut his eyes as he tried to call for help but it seemed as if his voice wouldn't work for him. It was as if the words died in his throat before he could voice them.

More tears streamed down his face as he cried in the dirt. "No one will come to save you, you quirkless loser." Said one of the boys as he went to throw another rock, causing the boy to close his eyes as he anticipated the hit.

Only for it to never come.

Opening his eyes, the little boy opened his eyes as he looked up and saw the stone just floating in front of him, causing him to frown. Was he doing that?

"What the?" said one of the boys.

"Leave him alone!"

Everyone turned over and saw a little girl with angry emerald green eyes and long green hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. Her dress, a bright pink was stained in dirt and grass though what the little boy noticed was that her hand was held out as she repeated her last statement. "Leave him alone."

"What are you going to do? You're just a girl!" shouted one of the other kids.

It seemed that was a big mistake as she tightly shut her eyes, the rock seeming to glow brighter before it shot outward. Though away from the downed boy and toward the one that had originally tossed it. The boy yelped in shock and cried out in pain. The girl rushed forward after opening her eyes, making her way toward the boy as she helped him up. "You okay?" The boy just stared at her with wide eyes, as if not being able to process all that had happened to him. Or that someone had finally came to save him.

"Get the girl!" shouted one of the boys.

The girl though just narrowed her eyes as her eyes almost seemed to glow a bright pink as more rocks started to rise from the ground. The little boy could only stare in shock and awe as he watched as the girl glared at all the other children with threatening eyes. "Do you want to try me?"

The children went pale at the thought of their own assault being used against them. One boy, mumbled about it not being worth it before running off.

The girl sighed softly before turning back to the boy and smiled at him before kneeling in front of him and helped him up. "You okay?" she asked as she checked the boy over for any other serious injury.

"Um…" was all he could say, causing the girl to look at him with concern.

"You have a cut on your forehead." She said with a frown before looking him over and blinked when she saw the scrape on his palm from when he fell. "Oh." She frowned a little before reaching into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief before wiping at his forehead with the corner of the cloth. The boy noticed that it was decorated with bunnies and sunflowers. He couldn't help but think that it was rather cute.

"You should have these looked at. You don't want to get sick do you?" The girl said with a bright smile. He couldn't help but blush slightly at her. The little boy couldn't help but think her smile was rather cute and bright like the sun.

Soon, he felt her tugging at his hand, causing him to look down and saw that she was using her handkerchief to wrap his bleeding hand. "You'll ruin your handkerchief!" He said, trying to pull his hand away only to see her serious stare. "But…"

"No buts. You're hurt, I can always get a new one, but if you can get the blood out, next time you see me you can give it back to me. How about what?" She said with a smile.

"Okay…" He whispered shyly.

"Why were they picking on you?" Asked the girl.

"Because I'm quirkless. I don't have any power and they decided to bully me because of it." He answered with a frown on his face.

"That's stupid. Just because you don't have a quirk doesn't mean you should be a target for bulling. You need to stand up for yourself! You need to be strong, not with a quirk but with your own strength." She said with a bright smile on her face before giggling. Even her laugh was cute. "I bet you could be someone's hero someday because of it."

"Someone's hero?"

"Sure! If you tried hard enough, I bet… you could make someone smile. Be someone's hero and they can always smile because of it." She said with a bright smile.

Looking down at his hand, the girl smiled at her handiwork as she finished wrapping his hand. "There!" She said with a giggle before looking up at the boy as she said "Oh! What's your name?" She tilted her head at him, a little confused but at the same time rather curious.

"Oh, I'm-"

Before he could even give his name, a voice rang out, yelling out a name causing him to frown a little. "Oh, that's my mom I have to go. Bye!" She said with a wave before adding "I hope we can meet each other again." With that, she ran off, leaving the small boy behind. He couldn't help but stare after her before looking at his bandaged hand in confusion. He looked down at the cloth, wondering why she had helped him. Why she wasn't bothered by the fact that he was quirkless. He couldn't help but smile a little.

"I'll see her again, I'm sure of it." He whispered softly.

It had been twelve years since then. He didn't think that he would see her again, not after that accident and he had to move away. Honestly, the one thing, the very thing that brought some kind of joy to his life he couldn't ever truly forget. Of all the things that he wanted to do, it was to thank her but he never got the chance and never saw her again.

It brought a pain to his chest thinking that he never got a chance to tell her his name, to tell her 'thank you' for what she had done. For inspiring him that day, it made him want to change his life around and want to help people.

Closing his eyes, the young man let out a deep sigh as he thought about how he had tried to go back to the park he was hoping to see her but never got a chance to go back to that park. As he was forced to move away, forced to leave his only home because of the accident that took away the lives of his parents, leaving him and his sister alone in this world. Or, at the very least over here.

Looking over at his desk, the young man made his way over and pulled open a drawer. He looked deep within the drawer and had a nostalgic feeling wash over him. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before opening his eyes and pulled out the object on his mind. He looked at the handkerchief, doing all he could to make sure that the cloth never wore or tore due to age or over use. He couldn't help but frown a little though.

He had managed to wash the blood out from his injuries. Yet, he hadn't been able to return it to her. Even though she had given it to him in a way, he still felt like he had stolen it from her. He couldn't help but wonder where she was, what she was doing. So many thoughts and feelings washed over him but he hoped that maybe, while he was out and about one day he would bump into her.

There was no way that he could forget what she looked like. Eyes like that, a smile so radiant in his mind it was something that he could never forget. No matter how long time passes, he could never forget the person who saved him.

A small smile grew on his face as he let out a soft sigh. Shoving the cloth in his pocket, he always had it with him should the time come for him. Should it ever come where he ever saw her again.

Heck, maybe he'll even see her on his way to school. That would be something that he would be rather happy about seeing. Chuckling to himself, the young man blinked as he looked at the time. "Shit! I'm going to be late!" He shouted before grabbing his blazer, threw it on then grabbed his bag before running out of his bedroom and down the stairs before rushing out of the room. He'll have to buy something to eat on his way to school, he wouldn't have time to sit and wait for his sister to cook breakfast since he had spent so much time in his bedroom reminiscing about the past.

Out of all the memories that he could recall, that was the only happy one besides of his master, of his training. His friends, and his remaining family. Those were the only memories that brought him joy but, the memory of her that was something that brought a warmth to his heart, something that he couldn't really explain but he wasn't sure if it was because she was the first person to ever show him kindness, whom wasn't a family member. It had him curious, but knew that someday he would find the answers to his questions and finally thank her for everything that she had done for him.

It was because of her that she had taken the path that he had chosen. A path to help those in need and to help those who would cry out for help.

If one of those voices turned out to be hers, then he would gladly throw himself in the way to keep her safe from everything that would try to harm her.

He had a small smile on his face as he thought about saving people, of saving her and thanking her for everything that he had done. A chuckle escaped him as he hoped that he made his way through the school gates, buying something in the cafeteria quickly as he started to munch on it as he made his way to his class. Rather curious as to what would be in store for them all today. There had to be something new and interesting going on though he couldn't be sure as to what it was.

Frowning a little, he saw his fellow classmates sitting in their seats, chatting among themselves. Well, all but one tired girl who sat in the back who just seemed bored and well… exhausted. Frowning a little, the young man made his way over to his seat near the front as he sat down and sighed softly. He made it though, it seemed that their homeroom teacher hadn't made it yet so he wouldn't get his ass handed to him. For that, he was grateful.

That man terrified him to the point that his training and the like haunted his dreams. He shook just thinking about the harsh training before wrapping his arms around himself as if that would help make the fear leave his body. Okay, he just had to calm down that was all that he had to do. Simple as that right?

"Alright class listen up!" shouted a voice, causing the young man to look up at the teacher with a frown. "We have a transfer student today, she was excelling at her school, thinking that she wasn't being challenged enough so they decided to transfer her here. Please make her feel welcomed. You can come in now."

Soon, the door slid open, causing the young man to turn and stare at the new student but, what he saw made his eyes widen in shock.


The young woman stretched her arms above her head as she let out a soft sigh. Today was the day that she would start at her new school. Honestly, she didn't think the transfer was going to go through but, it worked out for her in the end. Giggling to herself, the young woman made her way over to her pink desk and picked up her bag, her handkerchief. She couldn't help but smile a little at it, as it was covered with bunnies.

She always had a soft spot for bunnies that was for sure.

Giggling a little, the young woman sighed softly as she shoved it in her skirt pocket. Checking herself over in the mirror, she had on a dark blue skirt with a grey blazer that had two blue stripes on the sleeve cuffs and one stripe along the shoulders with a gold button resting on them. As for the collar of the blazer, there were two blue stripes on them as well, one being a bit thicker than the other.

Next, she wore long black socks that seemed to disappear under her skirt. Next she had on her brown shoes, making sure that they fit her properly, she kicked her toe against the ground a couple of times and smiled at the result. Giggling, the young woman held her hand out, pink aura surrounding her hand as it picked up her pink elastic and pulled it toward her. Smiling to herself, she tied up her green hair into a half bun, her green eyes sparkling in joy and happiness to be going to a new location.

To a new school for that matter. Not to mention, one of her dearest friends are there as well. The only time that she had been able to see her friend was on weekends and even then, it was sparse as she had her own troubles with everything that was going on.

Frowning a little, she couldn't help but worry though. What if everyone treated her differently? After all, she was being transferred while they had to work hard to get into that school by the entrance exam. It was as if she had been given a referral to get in and hadn't even tried to get in on her own.

Sighing softly, the young woman looked over and blinked as she saw her glasses resting on the table. IT was one thing that she hated about herself. Because of her hard studying, the young woman's eye sight had grown poorly and knew that she had to wear them. Which was why her costume had a helmet that was made to help her see like contacts but otherwise she had to wear the stupid glasses.

Shaking her head, the young woman grabbed her glasses, using her quirk once again before slipping them on over her eyes. The glasses were simple really, small but a little curved around the edges. Teal fading into brown as she checked herself in the mirror once more. The only thing that she had left was her red tie.

Looking herself over once more, the young woman nodded to herself before walking out of her room, bag in hand as she made her way to the kitchen. Looked like her parents had already left for the day, so she'd have to walk to school it seemed. Oh well, it wasn't that bad of a walk anyway. Smiling to herself, the young woman hummed as she ate her meal, looking over the pamphlet as she saw the school in question.

"U.A high." It was a school that she had wanted to go too since she was little. The memory was a little foggy, having no idea what the boy looked like but she remembered saving a little quirkless boy all those years ago. Having used her own quirk which, at first she had thought was only to attract small objects to herself but… that day she found that having put more energy into it she was able to not just pull things to her body but able to throw it back. It was as if she had a form of telekinesis instead of just small object attraction.

Though there was still draw backs for her and it made it harder for her but it only made her work harder. She had been able to train and evolve her quirk for the most part but even she can only handle so much weight. At least not without straining herself too much.

Munching on toast, she looked at her class and saw that she was in 1-A in the hero department. Interesting. Her homeroom teacher was someone named Gran Torino. Never heard of him, what was his quirk? It had her rather curious, though maybe for now it was best that she wait and see until she met the man herself.

"I wonder if I'll make any other friends there though…" She asked herself before letting out a soft sigh. "May as not dwell on it too long, I have to make my way to school." The young woman told herself before making her way over to the front door before locking up behind her. Yup, this was going to be an interesting day though she just hoped that everything went alright.

Walking down the street, she looked around and saw that a few students were running down the streets. A couple of them had a uniform much like her own but what she noticed was a blue of grey and blonde. Frowning a little, she couldn't help but wonder who that was. Did they have some kind of speed quirk or was it just that he was naturally fast?

The journey to the school though otherwise was rather uneventful. It made her wonder why though, then again the heroes here must have been able to keep the peace for the most part. She knew that crime was still high up there, and knew that someday she would be fighting that, to put an end to the crime for the most part. Or at the very least try to help people to make their lives a little easier. But, would she be up for the task? She had no idea, but she wouldn't allow it to tear her down, the young woman knew that she would be able to be a hero, and nothing would stop her.

Once she made it past the school gate, the young woman looked around and frowned a little. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled up some notes that she had written down. She'd have to go to the student registration desk and meet her teacher there. Then he would take her to the classroom and introduce her to the students? Right. Not like that wouldn't be embarrassing.

Walking down the hall, the young woman couldn't help but wonder who the man would be. Who was Gran Torino? It was puzzling, though maybe it was something that she would again, have to figure out what it was. Or, who he was really.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone, causing her to help and fall over. "Ow, I'm sorry." She said.

"That's alright." Said a man's voice, causing her to look up and blink. There, stood a tall man, a very tall man. Mostly taller than her. He was muscular though not overly so. He wore a black eye mask that kept his eyes for the most part covered. Short white hair that was a little spikey but not overly so. Even had a lock of his hair that hung over his forehead.

His costume was white with yellow thick boots and matching thick yellow gloves. He had a long yellow cape that seemed to flutter out behind him even with little to not air around them. She even noticed a yellow belt with a buckle that almost looked like a G. "Are you lost little lady?" asked the tall man with a frown.

"Yes, I'm sorry I'm lost. I'm supposed to meet my homeroom teacher at the student register office."

"Oh, you must be the transfer student. Um… what was your name?"

"Um… Midoriya Inko."

"Who?"

Really? "Midoriya Inko sir."

"I'm sorry can you-"

"Never mind."

The man chuckled as he shook his head and helped Inko up to her feet and grinned. "I was merely playing with you little lady. I'm Gran Torino, I'm your homeroom teacher." He said with a smile on his face. Inko just blinked as she stared at the man. Honestly, this wasn't how she pictured the man but she wouldn't complain. "Follow me or you'll get lost again because I will not be coming back to get you." He then started to walk on ahead.

Okay, maybe he was a little like what she should have expected from the man.

"Remember little lady, while you are here, you are training to be a hero. You may have out classed everyone in your old school but here, you are training to be the best of the best." Inko nodded her head, feeling a little nervous. What was he expecting from her in the first place? It wasn't like she was trying to sign up to be a number one hero or anything like that. She just wanted to help people, nothing more. "But, I also want you to enjoy being young. We have school activities that you can partake in if you want but you have to keep up with your studies or else you lose that privilege."

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now, wait out here while I talk to the class and I'll tell you when to come in." Once he saw Inko nod her head, the man walked into the class, sliding the door shut behind him. Inko wasn't sure what her classmates would be like. But she knew that she had to be careful still. She couldn't really be sure if her friend was even in this classroom, for all she knew she could be in the other hero department.

Shaking her head, the young woman knew that she had to be prepared for anything that would come out at her. She had to, if she couldn't get through today then what was she to do with her life?

"You can come in now." She heard him say, Inko looked up and blinked before she slid the door open and walked to the podium next to Gran Torino and looked ahead. "Class, this is Midoriya Inko." So he was listening after all. "She is our new student, so treat her with respect like you would with everyone else. She is a student, but also a… trainee." Why did the class shudder at the way he said that? "Now go and take your seat."

"Yes sir." Inko said as she started to make her way around the desks. Trying to find a seat though wasn't sure where she could sit. Though, as she walked, she noticed a tall blonde man looking up at her with wide eyes. Eyes, blue as the ocean but held an electric charge to them that almost reminded her of a storm. His hair, blonde, rather fluffy in the back with two long locks that framed the sides of his face and hung down to his chest. She felt like… she saw him somewhere before.

Blinking her green eyes at him, she turned her head and looked ahead only to blink. "Shouko!" Inko said with a big smile on her face, causing everyone to look at her. "You are in my class!" She said with a giggle. Rushing over to the empty seat next to her friend, Aizawa Shouko, a girl that she had known for years. Since they were little.

Shouko has pale skin, as well as long raven black hair that mostly hung in her black eyes. Though she was still a beautiful woman that was for sure though, Shouko tends to scare any boy off with her personality. Inko wasn't sure why though, Shouko deserved happiness as much as anyone else. Though, maybe if Shouko didn't hide herself in such baggy clothes they may notice her better. Unless she was trying to Shouko looked up rather lazily at Inko and blinked as she said "I told you what class I was going to be in. Didn't you see the message?" She said a little bluntly.

"I must have missed it. I'm sorry!"

"Whatever." Shouko said before looking ahead. "It's good to see you though Inko. At least I have someone who understands me here." Inko giggled a little, ignoring all the looks that everyone was staring at the two of them. Yet, one pair of eyes just couldn't help but stare at Inko with shock within their blue depths.