(A/N: These first 2-5 chapters will take place from Episode 4 to Episode 13, Sayomi and Hitoshi will meet in the next chapter but won't officially meet until after the USJ. In case you're wondering about her 2 Quirks, they're loosely based off of Midnight's magic from Fairy Tail and Acclerator's esper from A Certain Magical Index.)

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(Sayomi's Point of View)

I don't know why? I just don't understand why? Why everyone thinks that my 2 Quirks were evil. My Quirks are called Energy Manipulation and Plasma Manipulation. And yes, I am fully aware that both of my Quirks can very easily kill.

My name is Sayomi Aizawa, I'm the younger cousin of Shota Aizawa, you may know him as the hero Erasure Head. My parents were killed by some assholes, pardon my mouth, who thought I was the physical embodiment of the Devil. They were slaughtered right in front of me! It still gives me nightmares.

My cousin Shota is a teacher at U.A. High School. He was my only living relative, who was living near my home at the time. He took me in when I was 7, he was 21 and just starting out as Erasure Head.

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I came out of my room, dressed in uniform, even though I don't have to, and walked into the kitchen. I looked at the time, it was about 20 minutes until school.

I looked in the living room and saw Shota sleeping on the couch with his head resting on the back. I smacked my forehead in frustration and growled, "I swear." Shota can be so stressful at times. I walked over to the couch and shook him on the shoulder, "Shota, wake up. It's time for school."

It took a minute, "I'm up, I'm up," he yawned. After a second of laziness, he got up off the couch.

We quickly grabbed our emergency breakfast rations, which are just pouches of dehydrated food that looked like slop when you added water but tasted really good, and grabbed our things. Shota grabbed his sleeping bag and I got my capture weapon. I wore the weapon around my neck and shoulders, loosely.

We got to U.A. and walked upstairs to the teacher's lounge, to wait for school to start, since we had 10 minutes to spare. Shota climbed inside of his sleeping bag, I mentally rolled my eyes.

I went over to the watercooler and put some water in breakfast ration. It only required about 1/8 of the pouch to be full of water, you could always add a little more if you prefer a thinner consistency. I mixed the water with dehydrated food, in only a few seconds, it was breakfast.

"Shota," I patted his cheek lightly, "make your breakfast, you have 5 minutes."

He got up with a grunt, while still being inside of his sleeping bag. He filled his pouch with the same amount of water I did, he started sucking on his pouch, after mixing it of course. I started to suck on mine, aswell.

"Let's go, I have a class to torture and I still need to get their gym clothes," he told me, drowsily.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I mumbled under my breath.

We walked to the office, well, I walked, Shota was hopping in his sleeping bag. I laughed the whole time, I swear he does this all the time, it never gets old! We grabbed the gym clothes and stuffed them into Shota's sleeping bag, not that he really cared.

Shota was almost finished with his pouch, mine was still half full. Oh well, I'll finish it when Shota "tortures" his students, sometimes he'll have me show them how it's done.

We walked up behind a few students, we were quiet and went unnoticed. If you need to know why we were unnoticed, we were both on the floor, Shota told me to climb inside of his sleeping bag, don't get the wrong idea!

Since I was inside the sleeping bag, I couldn't see anything but could hear a girl saying something about making new friends.

Shota, finally, spoke up, "If you're only here to "make friends" then you're at the wrong place," told them in his normal monotone. I could see him lift up his pouch and suck out what was left. I heard a shriek and a thump, probably the girl he scared.

"I'm Shota Aizawa, I'll be you're homeroom teacher," he introduced. I heard nothing, it was silent, probably from shock. He unzipped his sleeping bag, so that we could step out.

Everyone was staring at us, a few where even blushing when I stepped out. I introduced myself, "I'm Sayomi Aizawa, I'm Shota's cousin. Don't get any funny ideas," I glared slightly at them.

Shota and I took out the gym clothes from the sleeping bag. "Put these on, we'll be going outside," Shota told them. The two of us left the class to change and we went to wait outside.

One by one, each of Shota's students came out, dressed in their new gym clothes. Shota started explaining what they were going to be doing. A familiar voice complained, "But we'll miss the orientation!"

Shota wasn't all too concerned, "If you want to waste you're time with something like that, then you don't belong here." His statement shocked a few students but they didn't say anything.

"Sayomi," he looked at me.

"Yeah?" I asked, knowing what he wanted me to do.

"Show them how it's done," he smirked ever so slightly. I gave him a confident smile.

He tossed me a ball, I walked over to the center of the circle drawn in chalk on the ground, and took a pitching stance. I used my Energy Manipulation to focus on the very small portion of the heat and static electricity in the palm of my hand. I threw the ball, it was surrounded by the static electricity, which was colored a faint light blue-violet. According to Shota's phone, it landed an impressive 845 meters away.

"845 meters?!?!" a guy with spikey red hair exclaimed.

"Hot and powerful," a short kid with balls on his head shook with fear and shock. I decided to ignore that he called me "hot", Instead of yelling at him, I sent him a quick glare, he ran backwards a good 20-30 feet away.

Shota turned to look at his students, "You," he addressed a guy with spikey ash-blonde hair, "what was the farthest you could throw a ball?" he asked, still in his monotone.

"67 meters, I think," the ash-blonde answered.

"Try to throw it with your Quirk," Shota told him.

The ash-blonde took my place at center of the chalk circle. "Anything goes just stay in the cirle," Shota told him.

He stood in the same pose I did then threw the ball, while shouting, "DIE!!!!!" Jeez, this kid is nuts.

Shota showed his phone to everyone, "705.2 meters?!?!" nearly everyone exclaimed. I noticed that one kid in particalur, with dark green hair, was staring at the ash-blonde with fear.

"Wow! That looks so much fun!" the bubbly brunette exclaimed.

I sent them a glare and Shota narrowed his eyes. "So this looks "fun"?!" he growled, "If you don't take this seriously, it's pretty obvious that you don't belong here."

"Shota, should we tell them?" I asked, knowing that he had would forget to tell them until last minute.

He looked at me then at his students, "Whomever gets the lowest rank in the class will be expelled," he informed them.

"I recommend you take this seriously, one year he expelled an entire class of Freshmen," I warned. I watched as they looked at us with fear clear in their eyes, a few were even shaking.

"Ok," the spikey red-head spoke with nervousness and determination clear in his tone, "we'll just have to give it our all."

For the next 2-3 hours, Shota absolutely tortured his new class! I'm surprised nobody has given up yet.

Now it's time for the ball toss. "Uraraka, you're up," Shota called. He tossed her a ball when she walked up. She threw the ball up into the air but it didn't come down.

Shota showed his phone to everyone, "Infinity?!?!?!" they exclaimed.

"I'm not all that impressed, it was because of her Quirk," I yawned, bored out of my mind. I think Shota's laziness is starting to get to me. All of the students just looked at me like I was a crazy person, I don't care what they think.

"Midoriya, you're up," Shota called, again it was the kid with the dark green hair. Midoriya looked terrified, I would be too if I was in his position for the first time. Shota tossed him a ball.

Just as Midoriya was about to throw the ball, I noticed Shota activating his Quirk and he had his hand on his capture weapon. I narrowed my eyes and did the same with mine.

Midoriya threw the ball, it landed only 36 meters away. He looked shocked and confused.

"I erased your Quirk," Shota told him. His hair was a floating mess, his eyes were glowing, indicating his Quirk, and his capture weapon was surrounding him, exposing his goggles.

Midoriya's eyes widened, "I-I recongize those goggles, you're the pro-hero Erasure Head!"

Shota started to lecture him in serious tone, "You're not ready, you don't have control over you're power. We're you planning to break your bones, again? Counting on someone else to save your unless body?"

Midoriya tried to protest, "No, that not what I was trying to do!-" He was cut off by Shota dragged him over to him with his capture weapon.

Shota continued with his lecture, "No matter what you're intention are, you'll be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know. One who saved thousands of people by himself and became a legend. Even with that drive, you're worthless if you can only deliver a single punch, before breaking down. Sorry Midoriya, with your power, there's no way you can become a hero."

Midoriya's facial expression changed from frightened to determined.

Shota let go of him, deactivated his capture weapon and Quirk, returning Midoriya his Quirk. "I returned your destructive Quirk. Hurry and take your final throw," he returned to my side. He took out his eye drops and squeezed a couple drops on each eye.

"Don't you think that you were a little harsh?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

He shrugged, "No, he can't continue if he continues to break his body." I just nodded in response.

Midoriya went back to the center of the circle and threw the ball. According to Shota's phone, it landed 705.3 meters away!!! Impressive.

"Mr. Aizawa, I did it. I didn't break my arm this time," Midoriya stated with pain and determination clear in his voice.

I grinned at him and Shota gave a similar smile, "This kid!"

It looks like my stone cold cousin has developed a new found faith in Midoriya. I took out my iPod, put in my earbuds, and picked a song. My pick was "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey.