Not sure who my OC will end up with between Todoroki and Eijirou. What do you think?

Enjoy!

Chapter One

The Exception

I quietly sat with my head laying on my folded arms on top of my desk in the second column and the second last row in seat number 9. My headphones were on top of my head as music filled my ears. I was the first student to arrive in class which wasn't so surprising considering the conditions that were placed on me for being in this class.

'Never be late to class,' was one of the many conditions that were placed on me. It was one of the easier ones to follow. The other few conditions were going to be a pain in the ass. I wasn't exactly the most intuned person with social interactions. To be completely honest, I much rather go head to head with countless villains over having to try interacting with kids my own age. It wasn't exactly because I was shy. It was the fact that I never really had any friends before. I just didn't really know how to talk to people. Even All Might, the greatest hero the world had ever seen, had to tell me to lighten up. I remember the look he gave me when I had tried to smile. 'It needs some work, but it was a valiant first effort,' he had said with a rigid thumbs up but I could tell he was just being nice.

"Don't put your feet on the desk!" I heard someone yell even with my music blasting in my ears. I opened one eye to look at the scene before me. They were nearest to the windows, my face had just happened to be directed in that direction. One of the boys had dark hair and wore glasses, looking rather displeased with the boy that had blond hair and red eyes as he sat with his feet on top of the desk.

"Ah~?!" the blond said with a dark smirk as if to invite the other boy into a fight.

"Don't you think it is rude to the UA Upperclassmen and the people who made the desk?" the one with the glasses added.

"Nope. What high school did you go to, you side character?"

I blinked, Side character? This sort of amused me to some degree. I sat up with my back slouched forward, placing my chin in my hand as it the elbow sat on top of the desk. I watched as they interacted with each other. Was this how kids normally acted? I remember the adults in my life as they had told me that going to this school and in this very class would be good for me. That I would finally be able to know what it was like to be a kid, make friends and be a student. But so far, all I could tell is one was full of himself while the other took the rules really seriously. Wasn't this supposed to be a hero school? I had a hard time picturing them as such. But then again, I was the real odd one out. I wasn't here by any normal means like the rest of them were. I didn't exactly take a 'normal' entrance exam. I was asked to complete some tasks and then I was offered admission with certain conditions that I had to meet.

I had been caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized the time tick by before a boy with dark green hair walked into the classroom as well as a girl with brown hair and eyes. But what really got my attention was when Aizawa appeared at the entrance of the classroom. I placed my headphones onto my shoulders, making sure that the music was turned off before he walked into the classroom.

He turned his head to the rest of the students to introduce himself, "I am your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota. Nice to meet you." I saw his eyes glance at me for a few seconds as if to send me a silent message. The staff at the school had all been made aware of my conditions and why I had been accepted into the class. But he was one of the teachers that I had met before it had all been decided. He was the second adult in my life that I had grown to trust right after All Might.

The class seemed to be rather shocked at the revelation that this man was going to be our teacher. Even more shocking was the fact that we had all been told to put on our tracksuits and meet onto the school's field. I might have been the only one made aware of this seemingly strange occurrence. He was going to test us on our quirks. I knew this because I had known him for a few years now. He had even once told me that he would have failed me if I had been one of his students because of my lack of 'being human'. He hadn't meant it as something harsh but as something I needed to know. Back then, I lacked all sense of humanity and it had taken me years to understand some of the fundamental concepts of being a human from All Might. But that is a story for another day.

"A Quirk Assessment Test?!" I heard many of my peers question all at once.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" the brunette from earlier questioned.

"Do those really matter when you are trying to be a hero?" I questioned under my breath, sure that no one had heard me but the boy standing in front of me with dual colored hair turned his head towards me with a single glance. I turned my head away, feeling slightly self-conscious from his stare. I felt naked without my headphones and music.

"If you are going to become a hero, you don't have time for leisure events," Aizawa sensei answered her, saying pretty much exactly what I had. Perhaps, I had spent too much time with him. "UA's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are." He turned his head back to look at his students, "That's how the teachers run their classes." He turned part of his body towards us, "You kids have done these since junior high, too, right?" He quickly glanced at me. Even I had to take these Quirk Assessment Tests even though I hadn't been in school. It was still very mandatory and necessary for me. He took out his phone to show us some stats on the screen, "Physical assessment tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks. The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks." Wait. Seriously? I mean. I knew that I had to do both sorts of tests. Ones to show my process without my Quirk and one with the progress with the use of my Quirk. But they only had tests without? "It's not rational." It really wasn't. But then again, these kids probably had better control over their Quirk and it was probably less damaging to their mental state like mine was. Even if I had gotten better with the help of the Pro Heroes, it still took a toll on me and sometimes I would lose all control. "Well, the ministry of education is procrastinating." Aizawa turned his attention of the blond boy from earlier, "Bakugo, you finished at the top of the physical exam, right?" I tilted my head to the side at this new bit of information. This hothead was at the top? "In junior high, what was your top score at the softball throw?"

"67 meters," he answered the teacher.

"Then, try doing it with your Quirk." Bakugo did not waste time as he walked to stand within the circle with the ball in his hand. "You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle. Hurry. Give it all you got."

"Well then," he said, stretching out his arm and getting ready to throw the ball. "Die!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he blasted the ball into the sky.

I had to admit that I hadn't expected that. The ball seemed to be on fire as it launched so high that you could almost no longer see it with regular vision. I was interested to know what his actually Quirk was. Aizawa spoke and turned to show the results to the rest of the students. The numbers read 705.2 meters. The students all spoke their disbelief amongst themselves but it soon all changed to excitement. However, the exciting atmosphere was soon gone as the teacher told us that the person with the lowest results would be deemed unfit to be a hero and be expelled.

I raised my hand as straight over my head as possible to gain Aizawa's attention. This only caused all eyes to be on me. I attempted to ignore the attention around me as I spoke to the teacher, "Aizawa Sensei-."

I was cut off before I was able to even go on, "You do not have consent to put your full power into these tests, Kosaka." My hand dropped down to my side. I had thought as much. Just because he was telling the other students to give it their all, did not mean that I could. It was for the best after all. When I had done the Entrance Exam on my own, I had completely destroyed the whole field because of the amount of power I had used and lost control of myself. The main reasons why they had even let me join class 1-A was because Aizawa was the only one who could stop me from losing control by simply taking away my Quirk, I was too dangerous not to be in this class instead of other ones and this was literally the only class that I could really be in. They all wanted me to be able to live as normal of a life of a teenager as possible but any regular school or class wouldn't be equipped enough to have me. I was a very special exception. "Was that all?"

"Hold on a second!" Bakugo started to say as he pointed at me, "Why the hell can't she use her Quirk like the rest of us?! Like hell will I win this if she doesn't put all she can!"

"Yeah. Doesn't make sense that you told us to give it our all but Kosaka can't," I heard another voice agree but I wasn't sure who had said that but it raised a chorus of agreement.

Aizawa sighed, scratching the side of his head in irritation. I knew I had put him in a tight spot now. I shouldn't have raised my hand to ask such a stupid question. "A-Ano…" I said out loud but refused to look at any of them, training my eyes to the ground as if in shame. "It's okay. My Quirk isn't exactly all in my control when I use it at full power."

"Then why the hell are you even in this damn class if you can't control your shitty Quirk, you loser?!" Bakugo yelled at me.

"Kacchan, isn't that a little harsh?" I heard the green haired boy speak.

"Yeah, man. That's a little overboard. It's not her fault," I heard another boy added in.

Bakugo seemed even more irritated as he now stood right in front of me. I moved my head up to meet his glare. My light orange eyes meeting with anger filled red eyes. He obviously was pissed that someone like me was even in this class. His eyes only seemed to narrow some more, "What the hell is wrong with your eyes, anyway? They look dead." His face leaned in as if to try to look into my soul. He smirked, "I can't read you. It's almost like you are dead inside." He was scratching at the surface of my fears. I was in a way dead to the world. It was only a few years ago that I learned the value of life. Of my life. He let out a mocking laugh as he straightened back up, "What is an emotionless robot who can't control her damn Quirk even doing at this school? Get the hell out of here."

"Geez, do you have to be such a jerk?" the boy from earlier asked.

"Indeed. You are going too far," the one with glasses spoke. It was obvious that my other classmates did not think the same way he did.

"I'm here because…" I trailed off as the silence filled the field around us. I continued because I knew that Aizawa couldn't help me here. I had to do this on my own. With more confidence in my voice, I spoke, "I am here because I deserve to be. I passed all the tests I was given just like you. I may not have full control over my Quirk yet but I sure as hell won't let you make me feel inferior to you."

"Ah~?" he quirked a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest and sent me another cocky smirk. "And here I thought you were Miss Quiet but you talk back." He looked away as if in thought, "But she sounds like a robot." He looked back at me with a surprisingly serious expression, "Oi. Do you even have any emotions, Botgirl?" Again, this boy knew what to say to get under my skin. I hated that he called me that. It wasn't like I wanted to be this way.

There was a deep sigh that cut through all the commotion as everyone's attention went back to the teacher, "That's enough of that. Time for the tests." I was silently grateful for his sudden interruption.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked to meet the eyes of the culprit. A boy with red hair that defied gravity was grinning down at me, "Don't mind him. I know you aren't a robot." He moved his arm around my shoulder and brought me closer to whisper in my ear, "I saw the determination in your eyes when you talked back to him." He let me go and continued to grin at me, "It was really badass by the way. Oh, the names Kirishima Eijirou by the way."

I nodded, "Kosaka Akane. It's nice to meet you, Eijirou." The boy's cheeks turned pink. I blinked, "Did I say it wrong?" My head tilted to the side in confusion even if my blank facial expressions stayed the same.

"U-uhh…" he started, scratching the back of his head, "No." He seemed rather uneasy and I felt guilty.

"He is just embarrassed that a cute girl decided to call him by his first name, is all," another boy said as he appeared, wrapping an arm around Eijirou's shoulders and laughed at the boy's expense.

"I'm Kaminari Denki," the blond spiky haired boy that was leaning on Eijirou spoke with a smile on his face. They seemed rather kind and friendly. "But you can call me by my first name too if you want." The boy winked at me as he finally got off his friend.

"Oh," I said, now understanding what I had done wrong. I had completely forgotten the social cues. You always called people their last names until you became close to them. I looked at Kirishima, "Sorry."

His cheeks were pink again as he scratched at it as if it would make it go away. Without looking at me, he said, "It's fine." He muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Huh?" I asked.

"I asked if I could call you by your first name too," he repeated for me.

I nodded my head once, "I'd like that." The two boys that stood in front of me were now looking at me as if awestruck. I blinked, "Is something wrong?"

Denki grinned, "You smiled just now. It was only for like a second but you did."

"..." I turned my gaze to Eijirou and the same pink colored his cheeks as he looked at me.

I placed a hand on my mouth and looked away, "Was it… weird?"

"No way…" I heard Eijirou let out in a breath.

"It was really cute. You should do it more often, Akane," Denki said to me with a wide smile.

"Kosaka!" I heard my name being called suddenly by the teacher causing all of us to go stiff.

I sighed, "Guess it's my turn." With that, I left the two boys to go complete my own tests.

Little did I know, those two boys hadn't been the only ones that saw me smile. The dual colored haired boy had also seen me and heard our little exchange as well as a handful of the other students. The tests were over in a blink of an eye. I had fallen to 11th place as I didn't use much of my Quirk. Not enough for any of my classmates to really have an idea of what my Quirk was or what it can do. I wanted to keep it that way for however long it took me to get control over it. Aizawa had been aware of how little I had used it as he was the only one who knew what I could do. And in the end, no one was expelled and everyone had proven themselves capable in the eyes of our strict teacher. Even the boy that injured his finger from using his Quirk. It seemed I wasn't the only one who could be harmed by the Quirk. But mine was different than his. It harmed me in a different kind of way. However, I found it kind of interesting that I wasn't the only one. I wanted to know more about this Midoriya person. Truth be told, I wanted to know more about all my classmates but only a handful really caught my full attention.

It had only been my first day and I already felt as though I had made progress in socializing with my peers. Or at least I hoped I was right. Unlike my fellow classmates, I was being marked on my ability to become capable of socializing with those around me. I lacked the social skills and cues that they naturally had while growing in 'regular' households. If I really wanted to become a hero like All Might, I would have to become someone that people would be able to put their faith in. I had to learn to be more human. That was the most difficult task for me but I was willing to give it my all.

"Akane!" I heard my name being called from somewhere behind me. It had caused me to stop walking and turn around to see the two boys from earlier running up to me.

I blinked as they finally reached me, out of breath, "Is something wrong?"

Denki suddenly grabbed onto my hand before speaking, "Please let me walk you to the station."

The moment the sentence was done, he was pushed back by Eijirou grabbing him by the arm, "It's not very manly to touch a girl without her permission first. Seriously, knock it off."

Denki replied, "But you held her shoulder before!"

"That was different!"

I don't know what it was. Maybe it was Eijirou's words, the expression on his face, the way he said those words or all of it put together. Or the way the two of them bantered back and forth. But I found it rather amusing. "Haha," some air left my lungs in a strange and foreign way. I placed my hand on my lips in surprise. That had never happened before. My head tilted to the side as I looked at the two stunned boys in front of me.

"Did you just…" Eijirou started with pink cheeks but shook his head and was back to normal. He grinned at me, "Well, whatever. We can walk with you to the train station if you want."

"Oi!" I heard as noisy footsteps back towards me. "Botgirl!"

I turned my head to see that it was Bakugo walking towards me with a sour expression, "You may not have been at the bottom but you have no damn business being here."

"So not manly," Eijirou muttered under his breath.

"Are you sure it's me that doesn't belong here? Your awful attitude is far worse than my lack of emotion, you egotistical asshole." I wasn't sure what had been so funny as to make the two boys beside me start to laugh, attempting to keep a straight face but they were failing. Had I said something strange?

"She's got you there, Bakugo," Denki said. Eijirou nodded his head still trying to stop laughing.

"Shut up! What do you side characters know anyway?!" he angrily yelled back.

"I'll prove it to you," I said without thinking making the three of them look at me. They all looked at me with a serious expression as I spoke, "I will prove to everyone that I belong here. That I'll be a hero that will save many lives."

My declaration hadn't been the first time I had said it out loud. I remember All Might had once asked me what it was that I truly wanted to live for. It was a time when I had felt like my own purpose had only been to cause destruction and pain. I just wanted to disappear from existence because I did not want to hurt anyone. And I had asked to die. But he had refused to grant my wish. He told me that I could be whoever I choose to be. I had said that I wanted to save as many lives as possible. I wanted to become a light in the darkness to guide people out of their pain. I wanted to be the opposite of what evil individuals had told me I was born to do. I had spilled everything to this Pro Hero. And that day he had grinned at me with warmth and pride radiating off him with a thumbs up. He told me that he believed in me. That I would make a great hero one day and to never give up on that dream. I had made a promise to him that I would never give up. And this bully in front of me wasn't going to make me back down now.

I took a step forward, "No matter what you say to me, Bakugo. I will still be here. I will still do whatever I can so I can be a Pro Hero and start saving the lives of the people in this world. Because there is nothing more important to me than that. I don't care about competing with you. So go bother someone else."

He suddenly smirked at me, "Finally." I blinked at him, confused. "For once you really looked like a human for a second there." He turned to walk away but stopped to say, "Watch your back. We are competing whether you like it or not, loser." With that, he walked away. For some strange reason, I felt like he had been purposely getting under my skin to get a rise from me. Something was nagging at me from this thought. That maybe, there was something hiding underneath his hotheaded, egotistical outer layer.

"Wow," I heard Denki say. I turned to the two boys that were still standing near me. He smiled, "That was really cool. You even got him to leave without picking a fight."

"Pretty sure he declared war…" I let out referring to when he said I should watch my back.

Eijirou grinned, "Don't worry about him. You were pretty manly just now."

"Huh. Kirishima, you shouldn't be saying that about a girl…" Denki said to him with a look of disbelief that his friend would say something like that.

Eijirou's cheeks turned pink as he blinked, "I… I didn't mean it as an insult… I just meant… I uh…"

I didn't understand why he was suddenly rambling on with red cheeks but I took his hand. "Shouldn't we get going to the station?" I tugged on his hand, towards the entrance of the school in order to leave through it, for emphasis. Unaware that I was once again doing something that was a little too friendly. But it was exceedingly hard to keep up with social cues when this boy was extremely friendly and approachable. I couldn't help but feel at ease in his presence.

"R-right…" he let out with a gulp, letting me drag him by the hand as his face lit up like a tomato. Denki followed with a look of disappointment but I just couldn't understand why. Reading emotions and understanding them was still hard for me. But it wasn't the time to question them as we walked together towards the station.