Hey guys! t has been quite a whil since my last update, so I keep this short. I do love me some BNHA and therefor I decided to write this fic. It centers around Nana Shimura, as I personally loved her character and I thought we didn't get enough of her.

Disclaimer: BNHA doesn't belong to me, but to Kōhei Horikoshi.


Shinto Yagasaki had seen plenty of fights between Heroes and Villains on TV, but never would he have thought to witness one up close. There was a big difference between TV and the real thing though. Those villains were not some weird-clothed goofs like they had been portrayed in the News… No they were actually terrifying. They had stormed inside the bank and one of them literally had ripped open the vault-door before anyone could even think of calling the police or a hero. Another one of the villains, a huge man with several muscled arms and scars all over his face – had picked Shinto up. He had tried to wiggle out his huge hands but the criminals grip had been far too strong.

"Do you have a hostage?" one of the other villains asked and the huge criminal just nodded. Shinto began to panic: He had a loving wife and two sweet children!

"Boss! The police is here!" one of the other men, a smaller one with two katanas strapped to his back, called the supposed leader. The third man nodded. He was not as physically impressive as the one carrying him, but still was tall and had a very strong build and a purely black mask covered his face.

"We can deal with them… Any Pros?" he asked and Shinto felt hope ignite in his heart. If someone like All-Might or Endeavour would be out there, he would be saved. The smaller man again ran to the window to peak outside.

"Damn! I see the Blood-Hero Vlad King!" the small one cried out and the leaders smile turned to a maniacal grin.

"He will not be a problem. We can easily defeat him." The man said confident and Shinto's hope began to disappear. The three men nodded to each other, the largest still carrying Shinto on his shoulder, as he kicked open the door. They were greeted by guns pointed towards them and a scowling Blood Hero.

"Villains!" his voice echoed across the street. "You have one chance to surrender." His eyes widened just a little bit, as he saw their hostage.

"Oh! I do not think so, dear Blood Hero." The leader answered cackling. He nodded towards the tall one, who grabbed Shinto by his neck and held him up, showing him off like a caught fish. "Take another step, Blood Hero, and Crusher here will show you, why he had been named like that." He threatened and the mentioned hero grinded his teeth angrily. Feeling the powerful hands on his throat Shinto began to quake in panic. This couldn't be his end! It wasn't supposed to end like this! This was the moment Shinto decided to do something. He couldn't just expect the heroes to save him. If he wanted to see his family again, he would have to act! With surprising power, he himself did not know he had, he threw his head back, hitting the man behind him square in the face. This allowed Shinto to escape his grip. As fast as he could he ran towards the hero and the police… If he just could reach them he would be save.

"Desolate." The leader said with a sigh and nodded towards the smaller man. He drew one his katanas with shocking speed and threw it towards the fleeing hostage. The Blood Hero too saw this and used his enhanced speed to dash forward, but with panic he realised he would not be able to reach the man in time… A sudden gush of wind threw him and everyone else back as something or someone entered the fray with unbelievable speed. As the Blood Hero finally opened his eyes he gasped in shock. The blade had not hit the man.

Shinto slowly opened his eyes and to his surprise he saw a person standing in front of him, shielding him from the attack. The only thing he was able to see had been a long white coat.

"Are you all right?" a kind feminine voice called to him and Shinto could only nod. The person turned around to face him and Shinto gasped in shock. She was absolutely gorgeous. The heroine before him stood quite a lot taller than him. She wore a skin tight black body suit, that showed both her impressive physique and curves. Her long black hair had been pulled up in a messy ponytail and her grey eyes shone with amusement and kindness. The most beautiful part of her though had certainly been her smile. It seemed capable to light up even the darkest place and Shinto felt absolutely save, as if nothing could hurt him anymore.

"That's good." The woman told him and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Now, if you would excuse me, sir… I have to deal with those three over there." her gaze wandered towards the villains who still stood there in shock of her impressive display of speed. The smirk never left her face, as she addressed the criminals: "My dear colleague had already given you a chance to surrender so I will skip the formalities."

"Crusher! Her quirk is probably something with speed! If you can grab her, we can finish her off!" the leader yelled at the huge man, but even Shinto was able to hear the fear in his voice. The huge brute moved surprisingly fast, considering his size, but Shinto did not think he could even come close to the speed the woman had displayed. The heroine though made no attempts to move as she stood there, still grinning and her arms crossed. Shinto, Vlad King and the police officers stared in anticipation as Crusher finally had reached her and with a mighty swing his fist collided with her face. A small shockwave rippled through the ground and the witnesses of this spectacle again found themselves dumbstruck. The heroine had not moved even a centimetre, still standing on the same spot, arms crossed and the constant smirk on her face.

"My turn." She said and punched the man straight in his face. The effect was immediate as the huge villain flow back a few dozen meters and crashed into the side of the bank. The other two villains looked at her in shock and the leader's mind went into overdrive. Who was this heroine with the unbelievable speed and strength? It was almost like staring down a female version of All-Might! He signalled Desolate to attack, but the other villain just stared at the heroines confident smirk and at his bosses panicked body language. He came to the conclusion that no money on the planet was worth this! He had not signed up to fight this calibre of heroes! He tried to flee, but did not get far, as the Blood Hero had used the distraction to sneak up to him. With a superpowered punch to the jaw, he sent the swordsmen flying and knocked him out. Two down, one to go. The leader roared angrily as he sent a powerful lighting towards the woman, but she still stood there, unfazed. Vlad looked around and saw, how the police officers stared at the woman in awe and he too found himself wondering who this hero was and why he had never heard of her.

"Let's finish this." she said and before the leader could even react, she had already reached him. And with a scream of SMASH her fist collided with his face. The resulting gust of wind had been a lot larger than before. It sent a few of the officers flying backwards and even Vlad had to take a few steps back and shield himself with his arms. As he raised his eyes again, he saw the man planted into the ground and the heroine standing above him with one of her arms raised in the air. The assembled officers exploded in roaring applause. Sending everyone another huge smile she launched herself into the air and disappeared in another gust of wind.


Looking over the city the heroine grinned at her victory. Now they certainly know of us. The voice in the hero's head said and the woman nodded. Yes. Today we have shown ourselves to the world. Are you sure you are ready? Not only villains, but also heroes are going to try to find us. For a second the hero looked confused. What do you mean? Why should heroes come after us? The voice in her head sighed annoyed. We are not exactly licensed, are we? She had asked that rhetorically of course. Weren't you licensed before?

Of course! But I don't exactly have it with me right now, being a voice without body and all. The voice drawled out sarcastically.

The hero sighed. There was no other way! I couldn't just stand there and do nothing! I have all this power now and you expect me to be a bystander, when innocent people suffer? The heroine angrily demanded of the voice and she was sure, that she hard a small chuckle. Of course not. You have the heart of a true hero. That's the reason we get along so well.

So… What's our next step? While thinking that she scanned the surrounding area, but it seemed that after her actions of earlier everything seemed calm. We prepare ourselves. Those criminals are nothing compared to the villain we will face in the future. She allowed her smile to drop for a second. What do you mean? She asked the voice in her head. I… can't tell you right now. I'm not sure if I am right… But better safe than sorry. Of course. You're right, Nana. The hero almost felt the smugness radiating from the voice. Of course I am! Chuckling the hero launched in the air and softly landed on the roof of an apartment complex.

She slowly opened the door to her apartment and entered it quietly, trying not to make too much noise as she unclipped her cape. After folding it together she removed her white gloves and boots. As she began to remove her she heard a light cough. Whipping her head around she began to pale in fear. There on the doorway to one of the bedrooms stood a middle-aged woman with dark green hair. She was a lot shorter than the heroine and not nearly as strong build, but the powerful woman still shrunk back at her presence. Well… You fucked up, kid. The unhelping voice of Nana Shimura echoed in her head.

"Izuku Midoryia! What have I told you about sneaking out in the night to fight villains?!"


Meanwhile three different men at three different places looked at their TVs in with the same shock and disbelieve. It was not possible! All three of them swore to themselves to find out the truth about this new hero. Who was she? Just a woman with a striking resemblance and a similar Quirk? Or had the past returned to haunt them?