They knew. The moment she opened her piercing, molten orbs, they knew that she wouldn't be ordinary.

And so, it was their job to give her a worthy name that would be written down in history. Because with a quirk like hers, she would become great, and they would be damned if they let her become anything less.

•僕のヒーローアカデミア•

She was a quiet child, always preferring to watch rather than do; stay silent instead of loud. She was social in her own right, but she couldn't help the way her feet forced her take a step back and listen.

It was an ingrained instinct. One she never knew where it had come from, but it constantly howled at her to always be aware and ready. For what, she didn't know, but she had always trusted the silent instruction, and many a time it had saved her.

Car speeding down the road? She stopped and listened to the screeching that was miles away and waited, ignoring her mother's hand that was incessantly tugging at her own and groaning at her to move. She never moved, and instead chose to yank her mother away from the road that she was about to cross, and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, when the car finally sped past them, missing them by mere inches.

The man that hissed at her to follow him into that dirty alleyway? She stopped and smelt him. The promise of hurt and rotten... something, hitting her nose full force that had her stumbling to just get away.

She had never questioned it. And probably never will (unless she was bored in class, like right now). After all, it was sort of cool...

"Hitomi!"

Maybe it was her quirk? No, that couldn't be right. She had that thing. That stupid, god-awful, thing.

She snorted under her breath and loosely shook her head as she gently chewed on the pen in her mouth. What else could it be, then?

"GUSHIKEN HITOMI!"

She blinked at the shout and looked up from under her fringe, tutting when she realised it was just her teacher.

Annoying fart, she thought, narrowing her eyes at him, though he couldn't see them behind the overgrown hair covering them, and she spat the pen out of her mouth. "Yes, Sensei?"

He huffed at her bland reply, and crossed his arms. "Mind sharing with the class what you were noisily mumbling about back there?"

She grunted and leaned back in her chair, pen clattering down onto the desk as she lazily sunk further down into her chair. "Not particularly," she drawled, blocking out the way her classmates snickered at her being called out by their sensei.

"R-Right." He sweat-dropped at her reply, but then shook his head when he remembered this was typical Hitomi behaviour. "I take it you're going to become a hero like the rest of the class?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

She sighed at the many forms that turned in their seats to stare at her, all awaiting her answer. All except for one.

"I guess..." She droned, scratching at her cheek as she snapped out of her reverie, groaning when the class suddenly broke out in deafening cheers and hooting, quirks being unleashed and wrecking havoc about the classroom.

Midoriya Izuku was a meek boy. He had never bothered Hitomi, wasn't loud and obnoxious like the rest of their classmates, and, most importantly, he wasn't stupid.

She respected that. She also knew there was something about him to be wary of. She couldn't place it, but it was there, alright. Like the damp wind that passed before a thunder storm. Or the quiet gathering of grey clouds before lightening hit. She knew something was there. Now all she had to do was wait for it to appear.

"Remember, Class! No use of quirks during school time!"

They're too loud, she thought, wincing as her ears rung and sucked in a sharp breath. Could they maybe, I don't know, shut up?! She mentally shouted, slamming her head down on her desk and hissing as she covered her already hair-covered ears.

"HEY!"

Whatever plebeian chose to shout even louder than the class' cheers, really didn't deserve her attention. So, off to sleep she went. Which lasted about one minute, and 7 seconds. She counted.

"-U.A! YOU HEAR THAT, HITOMI?!"

Her eyes snapped open at the angry yell of her name and she quickly raised her head as she sought out its owner.

Of course it's him, she thought with disdain, lips pursing as she stared at Izuku's main tormentor.

Katsuki Bakugou. Bomb extraordinaire, She thought with a frown, at least his quirk suits his rather... explosive attitude. She snickered at the pun, wolfish grin on her face as she turned to face him. "Yeah. Annoyingly loud and clear, Bakagou."

She glanced beside her when she heard a quiet giggle and her grin sharpened when she realised it was Izuku.

"What did you just call me?"

Hitomi lowly whistled, nodding to herself when she smelt the smoke emitting from his hands. "Watch out!" She gasped, throwing her hands up in front of her face, lips still shaped into that wolfish grin of hers. "He's gonna blow!"

It was silent. Save for the muffled giggling beside her.

That's right, she cackled, lowering her arms to shoot her desk-mate a thumbs up. Laugh it up, Izuku! I am totally funny. Hilarious, even.

Ok. Was there a fire? Because she was pretty sure she could smell a hell of a lotta smoke, and- oh. That desk wasn't burnt before.

Her mind raced as she thought of a way to quickly calm Katsuki down and stop him from storming towards them. And oh shit, was that just her desk?!

"SENSEI!" She screeched, loudest she had ever been her entire life, and she frantically pointed towards the boy looming over her while she still sat in her chair.

"Isn't there, like, a rule against this?!" She spluttered, internally laughing up a storm as she tried to stay composed and not make Katsuki anymore angrier than he was. "Pretty sure there is!" She yelled.

"KATSUKI!" She heard their sensei bellow, and she stiffened when the open palm stopped inches away from her face. "ENOUGH!"

She mentally pat herself on the back when she saw bomb boi lower his hand and take a withering step back, and she sweat dropped at the heated look he gave her.

"That was fun," she wistfully commented, snorting at Izuku's spluttered cry of 'no, it wasn't!' and slouched in her chair now that there was no immediate threat anymore. "Let's not do that again." She was pretty sure she could hear Izuku's knees knocking together, which didn't sound too healthy, if you asked her.

"Yes," their sensei sighed when the commotion died down, "After all," he continued, "You wouldn't want to hurt your potential classmates, ne?"

Kill me now.

"Potential classmates?" Katsuki mumbled to himself, "These two Quirkless idiots?" He scoffed, clenching his fists at the very thought.

Hitomi hummed and scratched the back of her head as she yawned. "Yep. Thought it'd be cool," she grunted, lightly rolling her eyes as the class once again burst out in laughter.

"HA HA! HITOMI AND DEKU?!"

"What a joke!"

"What are they gonna do, study their way in?!"

"The two Quirkless' going to U.A?! Ha! As if!"

"That was funny, Sensei!"

She ignored all of them, even Izuku's stuttering of an excuse, as she stood up from her chair.

Is he gonna be alright if I leave him? She wondered, pursing her lips as she listened to Izuku splutter and shout at Katsuki, all the while praising the lord that her classmates were distracted with their antics and not her quick shuffling along the wall and towards the door.

"I-I want to become a hero! And don't tell me I can't when I haven't even tried to yet!"

Her hand froze at the door, shoulders tensing and heart painfully clenching at his heartfelt cry.

He really wants to become a hero, huh? Her hand slowly loosened its grip on the door and she took in a sharp breath, sending a quick prayer for her survival. You owe me, Izuku.

"You don't even have a quirk, Deku," Katsuki hissed out, shoving the boy out of his chair and cornering him against the chalkboard behind him.

'Deku's' answer fell on Hitomi's deaf ears as she stalked behind Katsuki, blood pumping through her veins as she drowned out their heated argument.

"Leave him alone, Katsuki," she growled, feeling her eyes burn as she intimidatingly towered over the boy and emitted an air of authority that had his puny instincts telling him to run.

This was why he didn't like her. He was top-dog. So who was she to question that? With her superior height and stupidly stupid cute face and, and... It hurt. Seeing her laugh and joke with Deku of all people. Why couldn't she be like that with him?! Couldn't she see that he was better than that quirkless nobody...?

But it was as he looked into her glowing, luminescent eyes, that he realised his mistake.

He had made her angry.

And she had never liked him.