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.

Also, I don't own any rights to the fantastic anime/manga My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia (unfortunately), I only own my original character (OC) Nami Hōjō.

Thank you everyone! Enjoy!

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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

LAST TIME ON UNPREDICTABLE WEATHER!

Before anyone could react, a hand shot out and grabbed the back of Iida's hair.

Tenya was flung backwards and crashed into the desks of Sero and Aoyama.

"Totally not beautiful!" Yūga exclaimed.

Denki and Momo rushed to Iida's aid.

Tenya was on his back, sprawled painfully on top of the fallen desks.

His glasses had fallen off from the harsh impact.

Both of his lenses were cracked.

Ignoring the commotion behind him, Bakugō grabbed Nami by her throat and slammed her against the doorframe.

"You."

Was all Bakugō said.

They say in the final moments of your existence, your life flashes before your very eyes.

That wasn't the case for Nami.

Instead, she was trapped in the moment, staring at her demise straight in the eyes.

"Kaachan stop!" Midoriya screamed, about to intervene, but abruptly stopped when Bakugō's ignited hand aimed towards him.

No one was getting in his way.

Bakugō held Nami up against the doorframe by her neck; her feet were barely touching the ground.

Nami heard him yelling at her but could barely register his words.

The grip on her throat was strong; oxygen was becoming scarce.

"...dare you humiliate...such a bitch...weakingly like Deku…..train bullshit...so useless..…!"

Bakugō's venomous words were starting to sound slurred to Nami, her vision becoming spotted.

Bakugō began shaking her.

Her head slammed back and forth against the doorframe.

Nami weakly put her hands on his, pathetically trying to pry him off of her windpipe.

"THIS IS NOT HEROIC BEHAVIOR!"

Class 1-A went still.

Bakugō clenched his jaw shut tightly, his blood still boiling.

He threw Nami violently to the side.

Once again, Todoroki caught her before she hit the ground.

She coughed and gasped in his arms, welcoming air back into her lungs.

Bakugō shoved passed All Might savagely.

"Where do you think you're going young man?" The number one hero sternly questioned.

"Is it against the rules to take a damn piss?!" Bakugō shouted over his shoulder, his fingertips still sparking with vexation.

The beacon of hope sighed, exasperated.

He'll deal with that troublemaker later.

His attention turned to Nami, who was still coughing in Todoroki's arms.

Red finger shaped bruises were already beginning to form around her neck.

"Once you compose yourself young lady, you must come with me," All Might explained.

"G-go?" Nami questioned, finally beginning to pull herself together.

All Might nodded.

"The president would like to have a word with you."

The room instantly felt a few degrees colder.

"B-but All Might she didn't do anything!" Midoriya tried to defend.

"Hōjō's a great student! She shouldn't be in trouble!" Mina pleaded.

This was serious.

The president personally requested Nami.

Granted, Nami lied on her transcript, but it must've been for a good reason.

Right?

"That's for the president to decide," All Might silenced the students.

"Professor Aizawa will be attending this meeting as well. You are all to remain in this room until he returns and class resumes." All Might explained.

The room was spinning.

This was too much for Nami.

She tried desperately to calm down;

Tried desperately to shove her emotions away;

Tried desperately to regain control over herself.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," All Might turned to leave, "please come with me."

Her facial features gave nothing away.

Her poker face was as strong as ever.

Before Nami followed All Might out, she paused in the doorway, her back to her classmates.

Nami's hands were balled tightly into fists; her color changing nails digging into her skin.

"...Nami?" Ochako whispered, unsure.

"...I let my emotions go haywire and I got sloppy."

Nami's voice was hollow.

Kyoka and Denki gasped, remembering their conversation in the lunchroom.

"Nami…!" Ochako reached out for her.

It was fruitless.

She was already gone.

Nami closed the door behind her.

She didn't look back.

All Might opened the door to the president's office.

The president's office was very quaint.

President Nezu was seated on a blue armchair.

Professor Aizawa stood next to him, covered head to toe in bandages.

Nami restrained from gulping.

All Might took his place standing on the opposite side of the president.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss Hōjō," the president began.

"As if I had a choice…" Nami bitterly thought to herself.

"Please, have a seat." With his paw, the president motioned to the matching blue sofa across from him.

Nami didn't move.

Her legs were cemented where she stood.

She didn't know what to make of this whole situation.

The president looked like a cuddly stuffed animal in his elegant suit sitting on such a big chair; but Nami knew better.

The president was anything but cuddly.

"I think you're over analyzing the situation," the president chuckled, "there's no need to be so timid."

Nami's heartbeat quickened.

She begrudgingly sat on the sofa across from him.

On the glass table between them was an elegant English tea set.

Porcelain tea cups scattered with floral designs sat delicately on matching saucers.

Their matching tea pot had steam coming out of its spout.

The tea must've just been made.

"Please help yourself," the president smiled, "tea tends to help calm the nerves."

Nami's eyes trailed over the tea set.

It looked so...fragile.

"It's Hōjicha tea, I just love the pretty porcelain pots and teacups," the president stated as he poured himself a cup.

Nami's back went rigid.

"How did you know I like Hōjicha tea?"

President Nezu paid her no mind as he took two cubes of sugar from the sugar jar and dropped them in his tea.

"Please, have some tea."

He stirred his tea with his spoon, the clicking noise of the utensil hitting against the dainty cup echoed off of the walls.

Shakily, Nami poured herself tea.

"That was some performance you put on at the rescue training grounds," the President said nonchalantly.

"Remind me; "supreme weather" is the name of your quirk, correct?"

The president took a long sip of his tea.

Nami's hands were trembling; tea threatened to splash out of her shaking teacup.

"Or at least that's what it says on your medical file," the president pulled out a file from his jacket pocket, "can you believe this is the only evidence we found of your quirks existence? Let me tell you; this was no easy find."

The teacup and saucer slipped from Nami's unsteady hands and shattered on the floor.

"I-I'm so sorry," Nami dove to her hands and knees as she picked up the sharp shards from the floor.

"The tea set isn't complete now," Nami murmured, "I didn't mean to ruin anything, I'm so sorry. It was an accident, it was all an accident, it was just an accident."

The staff watched Nami silently as her shaky hands picked up the shattered porcelain.

"Miss Hōjō," the president began carefully, "it's just a teacup and saucer, it's easily replaceable,"

Nami's emotionless facade was breaking.

Her nails changed rapidly in a mix of colors.

"It was all a perfect tea set…"

Nami caught her reflection in the glass.

Tears welled in the eyes of her reflection.

"And I killed it…"

Her scabbed lip began to quiver.

The president gave Aizawa a look but the professor had already activated his quirk.

"Miss Hōjō," President Nezu gently began, "if you communicate with us then we can all work together to help you through your troubles."

"Y-you don't understand!"

Nami began to hyperventilate.

Tears streamed down her bruised cheeks.

"I...I...I-I…"

Nami covered her face with her color changing nailed hands.

The whole rainbow and more blinked rapidly across Nami's nails.

All Might took a step toward her crumbling form, but the raised white paw of his superior halted him.

"If you want to lie to everyone and say that you're completely ordinary, fine. But don't lie to yourself."

The nurse's words echoed throughout Nami's mind.

Nami removed her hands from her face.

Her expression nothing but anguish.

"I'm Tsunami Totsuzen."

With that declaration, Nami broke.

In that moment, the staff had never been more grateful for Aizawa's quirk.

What does Nami's reveal mean?

What secrets is she hiding?

Stay tuned for the next chapter of Unpredictable Weather!

See you all soon!

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