Author's Note (Important!)

Letting everyone know, I do not feel comfortable writing about a bunch of high schoolers, so I am changing everyone's age.

All of the characters will be ages 18 years old-21 years old.

U. A. is not a high school anymore, it is now a college.

When referencing Nezu he will no longer be "the principal", he will now be the president of U.A. College. So if you ever see "the president" anywhere, I am referring to Nezu.

This story will have strong languages and possibly mature scenes not suitable for young readers.

Thank you everyone! Enjoy the second chapter!

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Summary: She is a force to be reckoned with, a ticking time bomb of destruction. Everything she touches can and will be destroyed. But...how is that possible if she doesn't have a quirk? Katsuki Bakugo x OC

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It's just a door.

The chestnut frame was shiny and well sanded. The rice paper attached to the shōji was clean and delicate.

It was a very well made door; a very pretty door; a very elegant door.

But…

"It's just a door."

Nami's hand was frozen over the sliding handle of the shōji.

It wasn't the door she was afraid of...it was the shadows on the other side.

The hallways were vacant. Nami knew she was more than likely the only one late throughout the whole building.

What was she doing?

Why was she even here?

She started to retract her hand back.

She shouldn't…

Before she had time to comprehend her actions she slammed open the door.

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Aizawa's scolding was interrupted by the classroom door sliding open rather forcefully.

The students stared at the newcomer with curious eyes. She did make quite the entrance after all.

Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, not a single strand out of place. She wore the U.A. College female uniform. Out of place black gloves covered her hands. Was that violating the dress code?

Her facial features were void of any and all emotion. She had on a complete poker face.

After two heartbeats of silence the mystery woman bowed. "I deeply apologize for my disturbance. I assure you it shall never happen again." Her voice was as empty as her expression.

"As I was telling your classmates, time is a precious resource. You wasted five minutes standing outside of the room when you should've been at your desk." Aizawa blandly stated.

The new arrival didn't even blink.

"So, he knew…" Nami thought as she studied the man who had to have been her new professor.

Nami had to admit, for a professor he sure was ratty looking.

His long dark hair was messy and he looked like he hasn't slept in weeks.

"Newcomer, judging by your hesitation coming in, it's easy to assume that you must be miss quirkless."

The professor's words echoed off of the classroom walls.

All eyes were on Nami. Her poker face never once cracking.

"Hōjō Nami, sir. It is a pleasure to meet all of you." Nami politely bowed.

"Great, as if Deku wasn't bad enough already." An angry looking blond scoffed.

Nami glanced at him. Piercing red eyes glared daggers at her.

"Quickly now," Aizawa continued, ignoring the tension, "change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."

On that note Aizawa zipped back up his sleeping bag and rolled out of the room, most likely to meet everyone outside when they were ready.

"What an odd man." Was the unanimous thoughts of the class.

Aizawa had left everyone's gym clothes on his desk. Nami went to pick up her uniform, but a quick hand snatched it away.

"Extra," the angry blond growled, his red eyes burning with disgust, "you don't belong here."

Her gym uniform began to smoke.

"K-Kacchan stop that!" A trembling young man with dark green hair shouted in disbelief.

Angrily, he shoved the now burnt uniform at Nami. She grunted from the harsh contact.

He pushed past her with such force Nami had to grab the desk to balance herself.

With a snarl the monstrous man left the room.

"I'm so sorry about him, are you alright? Or-uh is your uniform?" His green eyes showed concern.

Nami looked at the singed outfit in her hands. "Yes, and it's a bit well done, but wearable at least." Her voice remained flat but her eyes flashed briefly with gratitude.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku," the young man offered a sweet smile.

"Honestly I'm amazed someone as evil as him got into this class," a tall young man with glasses chimed, "I'm Tenya Iida and I can assure you Bakugō is the only mean brute in here."

"Let's save the introductions for later, the professor is waiting." A young man with half white and half red hair spoke calmly, making his way out the door and to the changing area.

"My name is Todoroki Shōto," he looked over his shoulder at Nami, that was when she noticed his scar, "good luck, you're going to need it."

"He's right," Iida agreed, "let's all talk later, for now let's go change."

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Nami held her gym uniform out in front of her.

For the most part, it was wearable.

The sleeves and collar were completely blackened from the man known as Bakugō's fire quirk. Thankfully, there wasn't as much damage as Nami feared.

"Do you want to switch uniforms?" A bubbly brunette asked Nami.

"That's very kind, but no, it's alright." Nami's uniform was still warm from the fire. "I'm used to people treating me this way because of how I am."

"My name is Uraraka Ochako ," she smiled sweetly, "forget about that meathead! You don't need his support when you have ours."

All the girls in the changing room agreed with her words.

"How can you all say that when we've only just me-huh?" Nami's question was cut off by a piece of gum floating towards her.

When the gum reached in front of Nami, it dropped. With her quick reflexes she caught it before it hit the ground.

Nami looked down at the shinning wrapper in her palm, puzzled.

"Well," Ochako chewed, blew, and popped a bright pink bubble, "you're our classmate aren't you?" She stated more than asked.

Nami stared at everyone in the women's locker room.

She unwrapped the gum and chewed.

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Outside on the courtyard everyone was surprised when Aizawa announced they'd be performing a test of each of their quirks.

Aizawa explained how U.A. was best known for its "freestyle" educational system, and how in high school the standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests were irrational.

"Bakugō," Aizawa called, catching him a bit off guard, "how far could you throw in high school?"

"Sixty-seven meters." Bakugō proudly stated.

"Great." Aizawa threw a baseball at him, which he caught with ease. Aizawa then motioned for him to come forward. He directed Bakugō to stand in a circle made of chalk.

"Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to," Aizawa instructed, "just don't leave the circle. Give it all you've got."

Bakugō started stretching, determination took over his features.

"DIE!" Bakugō battle-cried as he threw the ball as hard and fast as he could. With a boom, the ball left a trail of smoke and debris in its wake.

When the smoke cloud cleared, the ball was seen charred and still smoking from the very far end of the courtyard.

Aizawa presented the speed radar detector to the class; 705.2 meters.

"It's important for us to know our limits," Aizawa said tiredly, "that's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."

Everyone was getting very excited. This was their chance to show what they were truly made of!

Everyone was getting very excited, expect Izuku and Nami, that is.

"This is awesome!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed.

""Awesome"...you say?" Aizawa smirked.

"You're hoping to become heroes after four years here...and you think it'll all be fun and games?" That wasn't a question. The class immediately silenced their chattering.

"Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless...and will be expelled."

"Sounds like a competition between Deku and his boring girlfriend to see who fucks up first." Bakugō smirked maliciously.

Nami narrowed her eyes at him from over her shoulder. He caught her glaring and his smirk widened.

"Nice uniform." A small flame appeared in his open palm.

A few of the students started whining about how it was unfair to send them home on the first day.

Aizawa explained how Japan is full of unfairness and how it's the hero's duty to correct it.

He really plans on putting everyone through the wringer.

"The demonstration is over," Aizawa grinned almost sinisterly, "now it's for real."

Will Nami be able to pass these intense trials and stay in the hero course despite not having a quirk?

How did she become a student at U. A. anyway?

Find out next time in chapter three of Unpredictable Weather!

See you all soon!