Author's Note: Hey ya'll! Sorry I took this down from my other account! Just wanted to separate my anime fanfictions from my Marvel/Comic/Movie fanfictions. Sorry once again for deleting it, but it's back up! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One:

Hayashi Sakura: Origin

"I've gotta make a stand

But I am just a man

(I'm not superhuman)

My voice will be heard today," – Hero; Skillet

What is a hero?

According to Merriam-Webster, a hero is: a. a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability, b. an illustrious warrior, c. a person admired for achievements and noble qualities, or d. one who shows great courage.

In the world I lived in, a hero was an individual who used their Quirk – an abnormality about themselves – to protect civilians from villains, natural disasters, or other types of harm. Those who took heroism as a profession were referred to as Pro Heroes.

My dad – Blade Hero: Samurai – was the No. 3 Pro Hero in Japan. His quirk: the ability to generate blizzards made out of blades. Though a very lethal ability, my dad was known for his mercy and precision while on duty – never causing too much harm or damage to his opponent. He was a very gentle man with a big heart and a selfless spirit; no one could match his bravery. While most kids my age thought of All Might as the greatest, to me it was my dad. When it came to the very definition of a hero, I always thought of him.

He was a true hero.

And the greatest testament of that was when he gave his life in the line of duty. Broadcasted all over, the whole country witnessed my dad give his last breath saving people. He was a hero to the very end – risking it all for the wellbeing of others. Though it hurt knowing he couldn't ever kiss me goodnight anymore, I felt nothing but pride for what he did.

I was the daughter of hero; a man who served the people.

What greater honor could there be?

I just wished I could have been a great honor to him.

For the daughter of the No. 3, I wasn't much. Whilst my dad was fearless, confident, and wise; I was cowardice, timid, and, honestly, not that bright. I had his looks, yes, but personality wise, I don't know where I came from. I wasn't anything like my carefree, spirited mom either. I was literally the opposite of both of them with no backbone or a good quirk.

My dad could generate blizzards made out of blades and my mom could control plants – with the two of them combined I got the useless quirk of manipulating flower petals.

I repeat.

Manipulating flower petals.

With that combined with my personality, I figured out a long time ago that I wasn't meant to be a hero. This was further reinforced when I entered grade school. Word got around fast whose daughter I was, and once people discovered who I was, they pitied the great hero.

How could someone as great as the Samurai have a daughter like that?

That was one of many whispers and insults I got while growing up. Once people realized how weak and cowardly I was, they took full advantage of my timid being; I was the target of everyone's bullying, teasing, and torture. If I didn't feel bad as it was being who I was as the late Samurai's daughter, they made me fill even worse. Eventually peace did come in Junior High – by then everyone just made me invisible, and occasional picked on me when they got the opportunity. They mainly took satisfaction in making me feel like the outcast.

The loser.

And I was okay with that.

Because I was a loser.

Plus Junior High was only three years, and I was at the start of my last one. Soon I'll be able to go to a quirkless high school where it wouldn't matter whose daughter I was or what quirk I had. There I could live peacefully being invisible, and eventually disappear from people's minds.

Yes – just ten more months.

"Hayashi-san, are you listening?"

Blinking, I turned my dark, olive eyes to the front of the class where my sensei was staring at me irritably and the whole class had their eyes on me. Caught off guard, I blushed from the attention and hid my face even further behind my long, raven bangs, lowering my gaze to the blank career assessment sheet on my desk.

"Yes, sensei?" I finally answered.

She huffed at my response. "I said to come to up to the front and present your assessment to the class," She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

I gulped then.

I hated getting up in front of everyone and speaking – this one of the many opportunities that the class had to humiliate and make fun of me. Plus the fact that I didn't even bother to do the assessment paper didn't help my case either. Taking a deep breath, I slowly rose from my desk and started to make my way to the front. As I walked, I could already hear everyone's snickers and whispers.

"I wonder what this loser what's to be?"

"Gosh, I hope not a hero."

"It's almost hard to believe she's the kid of the late Samurai."

"I find that so hard to believe; she has to be adopt it or something."

"Clearly I mean she looks nothing like him."

I actually do favor him, asshole.

When I was finally situated at the front of the class, I glanced at everyone one before looking down at my blank paper. I really do wish now I would have taken this somewhat seriously and written something down so I could have something to say. The longer I stood up here saying nothing the more people would keep making remarks about me. Glancing over at sensei, it looked as if she was getting more irritated by the second.

"Well…?" Sensei inquired.

"Um…I…," I began, my eyes darting back and forth between the paper and the class. "Um…"

"We're waiting."

"This is such a waste of time – I don't know why sensei called on her anyway."

"Typical. This is why we don't let losers speak."

"Hayashi-san, do you not know what you wanna be in the future?" Sensei barked.

I winced slightly from it. To be honest, I really didn't know what I wanted to be. I really couldn't do much and I wasn't all that smart either. My future was a blank for me. There was once a time – a long time ago – when I did actually want to be a hero. But that was before reality and I got my ridiculous quirk. Now I had nothing for the future.

"To be honest, sensei," I spoke earnestly with head hung low. "I really don't know."

Laughter erupted in the classroom as I returned to my seat.

"How pathetic are you?!"

"You really don't know what you want for the future!?"

"How sad!"

"Poor late Samurai – why did his legacy had to end with a waste of space like you!"

The words I heard weren't anything new, but all the same it hurt to hear them; not because they were being said, but because they were all true. I was nothing but a disgrace to my dad and his memory. How could his child turn out to be as sad and pathetic as I was? He deserved so much better than me. Why was I even born?

Things would be better off without me.

School came to an end not long after everyone had presented in class. Fully embarrassed and exhausted, I took my usual route home, stopping briefly at my favorite bakery to purchase some pastries. I always enjoyed stuffing my face with sweets after a long day at school – I'm honestly surprised I wasn't fat from it; however, I think my consistent dental visits made up for it. With a cheese Danish stuffed in my mouth, I allowed my mind to wonder as I continued my walk, paying little to no attention of the things happening around.

Surprisingly, doing such a careless thing would change my life forever.

On my usual route home, it was normal for me to go through downtown. Ever since I started walking to school on my own, my mom has always warned me to be careful when going through busy section. In truth that's where most of the crime and action happened – but nearly nothing ever happened when I did walk through.

Today was the day I had to be wrong unfortunately.

It all happened really fast.

I was standing at the street corner, waiting to cross when I suddenly felt the crowd around me push and shove in a panic. At first I had thought they were all being rude – clearly in too much of a rush to consider other people's space. That was until I heard the honks of a frantic semi-truck driver heading our way.

Hurling down the street at an unstoppable speed was a semi-truck carrying logs on its trailer. It was descending from a hill top uncontrollably, turning to its side and flipping over as the logs pushed through their restraints and came tumbling down the road. My eyes widen at the scene that was unfolding, and, without a second thought, got my feet into gear to run away. Running with the rest of the panicking crowd, I was nearly have down the street when I heard a loud sob at the far end of the crowd. I took a small glance at where the sob was coming from and was frozen in place at what I saw. A small boy was sobbing in the middle of the road in the direction of the tumbling logs, lost and scared. No one in the screaming crowd was stopping to help him or pick him up as they ran passed him, completely ignoring his existence in their presence. I felt my heart pound in my chest as I witnessed this.

Were these people really that selfish enough to leave that little boy there?!

Maybe they couldn't hear see him.

"H-hey!" I hollered, still frozen in place in the crowd. "T-there's a little boy! Someone needs to save him – he's gonna get crushed!"

As I spoke these words, not one soul ceased in their run away from the danger. They kept going, ignoring all things that didn't involve them. It was absolutely frustrating and sickening to witness, and I couldn't do much but ball my fist at all the selfishness around.

How could they just ignore a helpless little boy like that?!

Someone had to do something or he was going to get crushed. And there wasn't much time to wait for a hero either. I desperately searched amongst the crowd for anyone willing to turn back and retrieve, but I found no such luck. Everybody was on their own, and I felt myself itching to turn back around and run for my own life.

I mean – it wasn't like I could do much for him either. Unfortunately, people lost their lives helplessly every day to sad accidents and events. This little boy wouldn't be no different.

So why?

Why couldn't I get the nerve to turn around and leave him.

It wasn't like I could help me – I was too scared myself to turn back with the logs so close. The kid is dead; it was too late. But my body wouldn't move – it stayed in place with my heart pounding relentlessly against my entire being.

I…

I…

My feet pushed off the ground at a speed I never knew I could perform as I darted through the crowd to the boy. Moving and shoving people out of the way, adrenaline took over as I raced against the logs to get to the little boy. I doubt I would get there in time, but my body didn't care – I just kept running. When I finally reached him, I pulled him into my arms, fully ready to run for our lives out of the way of the logs. But before I could move any further I tripped, falling over with the boy still in my arms. Turning back to the logs, I knew it was too late to move further – we were goners. With tear filled eyes, I braced us for pain as I held the boy close to my body.

This was it.

That is what I thought until I heard the loud shredding noise of wood – and the sweet aroma of a thousand cherry blossoms.

My name is Hayashi Sakura.

Daughter and firstborn of the late No. 3 Pro Hero, Blade Hero: Samurai.

And your certified loser.

And this is the story of how I became one of the world's greatest hero.

And how I also fell in love with one.

This is my hero academia.