Alcohol: Because no good story ever starts with a salad...

A not so wise man once said 'Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty'. Some people are better off alone, especially those who are wounded at the soul. Scars won't fade no matter the amount of 'it's going to be okay' and 'I'm here for you' that's said. Perhaps the shallow scars will fade with time but the likelihood that one deep to the bone will heal is quite frankly impossible.

She once read a book that meddled possibilities and probabilities. 'When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable' they said. But she would beg to differ. What if she asked you to read with your eyes shut? Impossible, is how you would answer any other response would simply be illogical.

She's usually a great judge of probabilities, rarely does she ever guess wrong but she does have her moments like everyone other human being. The probability of her getting into U.A, she diagnosed it as impossible, not that she is incapable with her quirk... She is very much a capable and hardworking person per said by others. If she's being totally honest she doesn't even want to becomes a hero. She would be more than happy working a nine to five job following the mundane rules of life. Many would call her selfish for accepting UA's offer if she didn't even want to become a hero 'give up your spot to someone who wants to take this seriously' and she wouldn't deny it. From a young age she learnt that to survive you have to be selfish, she wouldn't that she isn't. After all how else we to survive in this world of ours where your worth is measured by your quirk.

Selfish child

A stinging sensation radiated though out her lungs, a throbbing ache coursed through her legs with each strike of her heel to the ground, her silver hair danced wildly behind her. She yanked the door open of classroom 1- A, face flushed and slouched over, panting as she replenished the lost oxygen.

"Hayami, late on your first day" She rolled her head up meeting the disapproving look of Aizawa. She muttered a quick apology before scanning the class for an available seat. Avoiding the questioning gazes of the students with her head down Hayami dashed to the seat at the corner of the classroom.

Irresponsible brat.

Aizawa thrusted a blue and while uniform forward, "Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds. Hayami, stay behind." Hayami sank further into her chair as the class's attention was redirected to her.

"Go" The lanky hero order, the class rushed out uniforms in tow.

Hayami twiddled her thumbs looking out the window as Aizawa footsteps approached her. She flinched as she felt his stare on bore into her redirected head as he stopped in front of her desk, a silence fell between them. Hayami could feel Aizawa's stare bore into her head as if he was driving a s dagger through her skull. Reluctantly she sighed meeting his glare with nerous eyes.

"You didn't wake me up this morning, it's not my fault" being homeschool for all her life she never had to follow strict routines, it was a flexibility she enjoyed. Late nights, late mornings, 10 hours of sleep. Aizawa crossed his arms leaning onto the desk behind him, eyebrows raises.

"You're 15, your more than capable of waking your self up now." Hayami's eye twitched at his accusation.

"Well maybe if I hadn't been stuck home for my whole life I wouldn't be late, now would I? Uncle Zawa" Her lips curled at Aizawa's annoyed expression at the call of his nickname. He dropped a clipboard onto her desk resulting in a loud clang as it made contact.

"You know our deal, don't let those brats get into to much trouble, good luck..." he sauntered out of the room, orange sleeping bag in tow. A sigh escaped her lips as she gathered her things clutching Aizawa's clip board to her chest.

Today is going to be a long one.

"G-guys could you p-please be quite?" A vein pulsed in her forehead, as the students continued with their bickering and idle chatter. Stupid Zawa, I'm not cut out for this.

"QUITE!" Hayami yelled. Her eyes widened as she slapped her hands over her mouth. Her classmates heads snapped towards her a surprised look playing on their faces. "O-okay now we can start, Aizawa Sensei notes has instructed me to run quirk testing session"

"Quirk testing!" A shrill chorused throughout the group.

"Wait." Hayami directed her attention to a tall dark haired boy. He adjusted his glass, his expression held one of seriousness. "This is Aizawa Sensei's class am I correct? As our teacher he has a duty of running it, I'm assuming you do not having a teaching license therefore you are not eligible to run this class."

"I-I'm sorry, w-what is your name?" Hayami winced at the slight annoyance that hovered in her voice. Human interaction wasn't her strong suit.

"I am Iida Tenya" his chin was slightly raised.

"Hayami will be directing the class, no arguments" Hayami let out a squeak realizing Aizawa's presence behind her. He was slouched on the floor in his orange sleeping, Hayami felt her eye twitch. Aizawa is a real lazy bastard, if he's got nothing better to do than sleep why not actually do his job?

"I mean no disrespect but a student should not be teaching a class, especially one who seems incompetent enough to be late on their first day." Hayami bit her lip at the word incompetent.

"She may be incompetent however she's not stupid enough that she can't give a few instructions out, after all she is the number 1 recommended student" Hayami felt her blood boil she flashed Aizawa a menacing look. He didn't bat and eye. Mutters chorused though the class. Hayami wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it, they weren't suppose to know about her ranking. Aizawa knew how she felt about attention. Hayami caught the look of a pair of heterochromatic eyes, his left eye was grey and his right was a stunning turquoise. Despite the neutralness in his expression she felt a pressure from his stare. Adverting her eyes Hayami felt a rise of heat creep up on her cheeks, adding colour to her near white complexion.

"I suppose that acceptable then, apologies Hayami-san. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your last name." He bowed to a 90 degree angle strictness embedded into his posture.

"J-just Ha- Hayami is fine" The silver hair girl muttered clearing her throat. "Soft ball throwing, standing long jump, 50 metre dash, endurance running, grip strength, side to side stepping, upper body training, seated toe touch. You performed all these test in middle school, correct? Normally they are no-quirks allowed tests but today you will be allowed to use your quirk. N- now please li-"

"Oh and the one with the lowest scores across all eight events will be expelled." Aizawa cut Hayami off. She sighed knowing what the rational man did last year, he expelled the whole class.

"Welcome, this is the trials of the first day."

Hayami had to admit. She was skeptical about the green haired boy named Midoriya's ability. He was small and timid. Always letting the hotheaded Bakugo get his way with him. He had a quirk with real potential. A crystalline power network containing pure strength but as a repercussion it damages his body. His small body could not sustain his quirk.

Aizawa's attitude to the curly haired boy put Hayami on edge. However his reaction when he concentrated his power into one finger sparked something in him that only one who really knew the man would see.

Bakugo's reaction was one to be worried about, he lunged at Midoriya with killer intent and had to be stopped by Aizawa. It was obvious the pair had bad history, it was evident something toxic was at works.

It came to a supprise to everyone, even Hayami when Aizawa said he was kidding about the expulsion, a rational deception, he claimed. Hayami knew all to well that wasn't the case, if it weren't for Midoriya's hidden potential he would be a good as gone.

Hayami exited U.A, exhaustion evident in her posture. It was hard to not be exhausted after that much human interaction. It was obvious that Aizawa was trying some sort of exposure therapy to get her to be more extroverted. It really ticked her off. Throwing Hayami into a tank of sharks isn't going to make her fight them and come victorious. No, she would sink to the bottom and let the beasts ravage her.

I'll be home late, don't wait up Aizawa's words echoed through her head. Right, she needs to go to the grocery store. Make dinner for when Aizawa gets back. She ran her hand through her knotted hair, Aizawa always picked on her for her long hair, asking her why she doesn't cut it short if she doesn't want to brush it.

No Haru, long hair is for girls. Boys should have a short hair. Brushing the ears, yes, just like that honey...

Arriving inside the grocery store she picked up a basket before making her way through the isles. Aizawa didn't have a favourite food in particular, he ate whatever Hayami made. *Curry Udon* is what she decided. Heading to the fridge section she strolled through the chilly lane. She caught the familiar sight of the heterochromatic boy with red and white hair. She turned stiffly praying he didn't notice her. She didn't think he took much of a liking to her.

"Hayami-san?" She sighed realizing there was no getting away. She turned facing the boy who held a packet of soba in his hand.

"T-Todoroki-kun" she mentally cursed at her stutter. Despite spending hours last night in front of the mirror talking to herself- practicing speaking without stuttering- it was obvious it didn't help. Todoroki didn't look like the type to communicate willingly, so it came to a bit of a surprise to Hayami. He walked towards her with a neutral expression that reminded her of Aizawa.

"Sasaki Haru" Hayami took a step back biting the inside of her cheek her eye twitched involuntarily. "The number one recommended student, that's a boy's name." Todoroki's eyes moved up and down. Hayami gripped her basket tighter, her choppy bangs hiding her expression. That's right, she remembered. Todoroki Shoto, also one of the recommended students.

"That's my given name, I don't use it because it's a hassle" she replied quickly. Hayami turned quickly determined to get away from the aloof boy. Despite his handsome looks he was quite cold. Hayami jerked back as a hand landed on her shoulder. She froze in her step. Despite wearing her blazer and a shirt she could feel his icy touch nip her skin.

"Who are your parents? Are they pro heroes?" A flash of recognition flashed through Hayami's eyes. Hayami identified Todoroki as the son of Endeavour. She wasn't to surprised at his personality given his relations to the bastard of a Pro Hero-Endevour. Despite her limited encounters with Endeavor, the hero always left a sour taste in her mouth.

"I don't have any parents" Hayami shoved his hand off her shoulder before briskly walking away. Refusing to look back at the heterochromatic boy.

Hayami belly flopped onto the couch. Music pounding from her headphones effectively drowning out the noise from outside. Their house was located right next to a busy highway. During peak hours it sounded like someone was taking a drill to her head. Hayami sported a pair of black shorts and an oversized black hoodie with cat ears attached to the hood. Hayami had brought the hoodie for Aizawa when she was younger as she saw his love for cats. He hated it. He called it irrational. She could never figure out why. She thought it was rather rational to buy a cat hoodie seemingly his love for cats. Somehow the hoodie always ended up in her closet. She made it her purpose in life to get Aizawa to wear the hoodie and it has been seven years and she's still going strong. A pressure jumped onto Hayami's back letting out a purr as it stretched its body.

"Shiro get off my back" she groaned. Her voice muffled as her face was pressed into the couch's seat. The cat's name contradicted it's appearance, the cat had a black and grey coat while the cat's name meant white. She rolled off the couch falling with a thump, Shiro was pulled in pursuit landing on Hayami's stomach. Shiro hissed in response before scampering away. "Take that you stupid cat" Hayami muttered throwing her arm over her arm over her eye's to block the light from the lamp. She hummed along with the song that flowed from her headphones. Her eye lids felt heavy as she let sleep over come her.

A familiar ringtone pieced Hayami's ears. She ripped her headphones out clutching her ears in pain. She groggily blinked her eye's letting out a yawn. Hayami clasped the phone in her hands pressing the call log application, seeing the caller ID she gripped her phone tight before deleting it from her history. She stretched her arms above her head before rubbing her eyes. 10:15. Hayami still hadn't made dinner, Aizawa would be home soon. She trugged towards the fridge pulling out pork and other ingredients. She let out a groan realizing she forgot the udon. She blamed it on Todoroki. She groaning looking through the fridge realizing there was nothing else to make. *How annoying*. Grabbing her phone and putting her headphones in her ears she made her way to the convenience store down the road.

The sky was cloudy, obscuring the light that stepped from the celestial bodies. Hayami squinted trying to make out shapes in the dark, the night wasn't hot but it was an uncomfortable warmth. However the cool concrete would provid some relief to her warm body, her bare feet danced along with the tune playing in her ears. She hummed along twirling letting her body move to the rhythm. Hayami hated wearing shoes with a passion, they made her feel claustrophobic. Despite Aizawa's constantly scolding she never wore them unless she had to. Arriving in side of the brightly lit store she eyed the employee slouched over the counter sleeping. Perfect.

She made her way through the small store glancing down the isles for more employees. It seemed the sleeping one was the only one working tonight. Hayami's lips curled tugging her hood over her head. She grabbed a packet of udon slipping it under her hood crossing her arms over her body to avoid it slipping out. She walked casually around the the store. Might as well take this opportunity while I can. Slipping into the miscellaneous isle she spied a pair of headphones, Hayami snatched it slipping it into her back pocket. Her curled lips turned into a smirk as she walked toward the sliding door exit.

Now, Hayami wasn't struggling financially- poor you could say. In fact, she was pretty well off seeing as her guardian was a pro hero and all. But it was something about the thrill- the thrill of taking risks and getting away with said risks, is something that Hayami unconsciously craved. Impulses as a result of trauma is what Aizawa called it.

"The fuck" Hayami froze at the familiar gruff voice. She quickened her pace not looking back. Hayami let out a choked gasp as her hood was pulled back sliding off her head cutting off her air supplies. She cranked her head making eye contact with the familiar blonde hair boy.

"Ba- Bakugo, I didn't know you lived around here." Hayami clutched her middle tighter. His eyes were trained at her stomach.

"The fuck you doing here" he demanded letting go of Hayami's hood. She greedily sucked in lost air.

"J- Just picking up a few things, they don't seem to have what I'm looking for" her eyes flicked towards the employee as he stirred in his sleep. She turned attempt to walk away only to have her hood tugged on again.

"You got a stomach ache or some shit like that?" Hayami raised an eye brow at him.

"Y-yeah something like that" she muttered before releasing one arm from her midriff tugging her hood back. Before continuing her strides.

"Liar" she paused in her step. Her heart accelerated. Bakugo yanked on her elbow, the packed of udon dropping to the floor. Hayami stared at the fallen packet, a tch left Bakugo's lips. He snatched the udon of the floor stomping towards the counter. Hayami quietly made her way towards the door out of his sight. Bakugo slammed their the counter with excessive force, the employee jumped up straight his eye's blood shot.

"Fucking sleep on the job again and I'll beat you to pulp." Bakugo growled. The lanky employee muttered a quick apology before accepting the coins thrown onto the counter by Bakugo and bagging the udon.

Hayami ran down the street blindly, her headphones dangling from her phone dragging on the floor. Stamina wasn't Hayami's strong suit. Even though she just started running a stitch formed in her side and her lungs burned. *Stupid, stupid, stupid. How the fuck didn't I notice him?*. Hayami let out a screech as something sharp impaled her foot. She dropped onto all fours panting, she could feel the familiar warm crimson liquid flowing down her foot. She rolled onto her behind grabbing her foot, spying large shards of glass stuck deeply into her foot. Hayami groaned wishing this was the one time she listened to Aizawa's persistent voice in her head to wear shoes. She tugged her self up half hopping and half limping down the side walk.

"Two face" Hayami cringed hearing Bakugo's voice again. Refusing to look at him she continued forward. "Oi, I'm talking to you!" Bakugo grabbed Hayami's shoulder pulling her back, she sucked in a breath of air biting her lip feeling the shards of glass dig further into her foot.

"What the fuck was that?" She bat his hand off her shoulder turning around, facing the inevitable.

"The fuck was what?" Hayami didn't need it to be day time to see Bakugo's expression. She knew it was one of anger and annoyance. Bakugo shoved a carry bag into Hayami's hands. "W-why did you..." she eyed the bag wide eyed.

"If your fucking poor, the school will fund you. You're suppose to be a fucking hero, why the fuck are you stealing you damn thief." Hayami flinched at the amount of cursed that sprang from his mouth.

"I'm not poor. Don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong." Hayami muttered, She swiftly turned attempting to walk as normal as possible.

"Where the fuck are your shoes?" A tick appeared on Hayami"s forehead.

"None of your business" Hayami let out a groan of pain feeling a piece of glass hit a sensitive spot. Bakugo sped in front of her crouching in front of her. "What are you doing?" Confusion evident in her voice.

"Just get the fuck on" Annoyance tearing in his voice

"Does your vocabulary consist of anything but the word fuck?"

"Get on before I change my fucking mind." Hayami let out a sigh before draping herself over Bakugo's back. He stood up hooking his hands under Hayami's thighs standing up with little effort. Bakugo with his silver haired backpack walked in silence down the road. Hayami let her head fall into Bakugo's shoulder. A flush found it's way to Hayami's cheeks. His scent was strangely fresh with a hint of camp fire, Hayami expected him to smell just as bad as his temper.

"Where do you live?"

Hayami furrowed her brows. "What?"

"I said where the fuck do you live, tell me or I'll drop you in the gutter."

"Geez that's no way to get a girls address" Bakugo jumped causing Hayami's chin to lift then slam painfully onto her tongue. She she hissed in pain. "Just keeping going straight then turn at the third corner."Hayami wondered why Aizawa was late again. It was becoming more frequent. He would leave earlier in the morning and arrive late in the night. She never questioned it because she knew Aizawa valued his privacy but this was becoming a little too much.

"Oi, hag" Hayami ignored the obvious insult to her hair colour and responded with a hum.

"Stop fucking sleeping and tell me where to go"

Hayami groaned lifting her head adjusting her eyesight to the dark. "You can put me down now, my house is just there." She pointed to the two story house across the road. It wasn't expensive nor cheap. The kind of average house you would expect from the logical underground pro hero. Bakugo crossed the quite road lit by the warm yellow of the lamp light. He released her thighs before setting her on the ground.

"Thank you, Bakugo." Hayami flashed him a small smile. He grunted in response before turning and quickening his pace.

Hayami hobbled into her house before locking the security gate. She opened the front door before closing it and sliding down against it. She let out a sigh letting her head lean back. She unplugged her headphones from her phone. Looking at the heads of each ear bud. They were scratched and dirty from being dragged along the ground. Her lips curled as she fished her back pocket for the tech she racked. She pulled out the new pair of headphones ripping the packaging off excitement played on her face. She plugged the new pair of blue headphones in before turning her phone on full volume effectively drowning out any thoughts. She hopped on one foot leaving a trail of blood with the other. She threw the udon on the counter fetching a pot and filling it with water before putting it in the stove.

Hayami hobbled towards the bathroom pulling out a first aid kit from the cupboard cleaning and patching up her wounded foot. She was definitely going to get an earful from Aizawa tomorrow. Hayami finished cooking the curry udon. Not in the mood to eat she threw out her potion before packing some in a container for tomorrow's lunch. Lunch rush food is expensive, not that she couldn't afford it. It was a habit of her's to save money when she could. Hayami also set aside a bowl for Aizawa on the stove. Hayami limped up the stairs to her bedroom throwing herself onto her bed immediately blacking out.

"HAYAMI!" the silver haired girl groaned grabbing a pillow and covering her head.

"5 more minutes" she muttered. Hayami's door slammed open Aizawa stood in the hallway. She could feel his unfamiliar anger filled aura strangely she felt it laced with worry. Her pillow shield was pulled off her head. Hayami groaned in response.

"Why is there blood on the floor?" Hayami froze. She turned her head to face Aizawa. His face filled with unfamiliar worry.

"I stepped on glass" Hayami pushed herself up rubbing her light amber eyes.

"I told you to wear your shoes stupid girl" Hayami rolled her eyes at the familiar scold.

"Wait, did you just get home?" Hayami's eye's widened eyeing his outfit. She fished for her phone under her covers checking the time. 8:30. 15 minutes until school started. He avoided Hayami's stare putting his hands in his pockets.

"Is something wrong? You have been coming home really late the past few weeks."

"It's nothing you need to worry about." Aizawa turned. "Get ready for school, you'll be late" he muttered. Hayami launched off her bed in a cat like manner slamming into Aizawa's back. He fell with a thud onto the floor.

"Hayami, get off me right now." He demanded.

"Nope" Hayami grinned popping the P. She tightened her hold on him.

"You're not a child get off me"

"I'm five at heart old man I'll do whatever I want." She grinned remembering the days when they would play cat and mouse. Little Hayami would always demand to be the cat, but that is kind of hard to win when the mouse is bigger than the cat. A familiar scent drifted into her nostrils.

"U- uncle Za- zawa why do you smell like m-mother?"