A/N: I have a lot of worries for this chapter and future ones because I had only planned the action scenes from now on. I somewhat did plan for the interactions that Aera has but….didn't give that much thought to it so I was kind of panicking while writing it.
I have no drafts. At all. *Nervous Laughter* But it's fine.
I have a lot of questions for you guys at the end of the chapter! It would be very helpful if you guys could answer via reviews because it would help me formulate this fanfiction better and with more fun!
When I first started this fanfiction, I thought that I would just give up in the first chapters and would never write for this long! This is my first time writing this much, ever. Last record was only 20,000 words but.. This fanfiction has almost 60,000 words!
And finally, finally, we are at the chapter where Aera finally goes to UA, and it freaking took so long!
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3 weeks later
People were bustling in the entrance to the subway station, hurriedly looking down at their phones while walking swiftly. I swiped my subway card on the monitor before entering the station with a shove through the plastic barriers.
Shouldering my new backpack, which was white, navy blue, and emerald green, I broke for the nearby restroom. As I sprinted through the crowded station, I emitted apologies while bumping into people, who were all wearing office clothing.
As I burst through the wall of people with a stumble, I spotted the restroom's sign and dashed over there, relieved. Slowing down, I walked through the restroom' huge lounge and slipped into a small hallway filled with lockers.
Sidling over to the end of the lockers, I saw my locker, the one that I had secretly rented out with Ainiru's pocket money. I had chose the most costliest one, mainly because I needed space to store clothes and other things inside.
Punching in the password into the keypad, which was my original birthdate, I swung open the locker and retrieved one of the boxes from the inside, and promptly closed it with a clang.
Box in hand, I walked to the nearby restroom and locked myself inside a stall. Putting it on the diaper-changing station, I stared at it for a couple of seconds.
This is it, Aera. FINALLY!
Fireworks of excitement erupted inside my chest as I took off the lid gently and placed it aside. Inside was a very familiar gray jacket, a scarlet red tie, a stiffly starched white button-down shirt, and with a dark navy pleated skirt at the bottom.
With exploding excitement buzzing in my insides, I took off the uniform that I had worn earlier at my house in the morning; the uniform of the prestigious girls' academy that Otousan had recommended me to attend.
After dragging my knee-length socks up my legs and slipping my feet into my new clunky brown loafers, I smoothened down my uniform and backed up a few steps, looking at the mirror that was above the sink.
My reflection looked unreal.
I turned to the right. My likeness in the mirror did the same. I turned to the left. The figure in the mirror did the same.
Her claret, wine-colored hair plaited back, the teenaged girl in the mirror stared back at me with wide-eyed, crystal-water eyes. She was wearing the uniform of UA.
And she was me.
Strong exhilaration popped in my eardrums as I straightened out a few creases while gawking in utter wonderment at my reflection, fascinated.
Is….this real?!
I… cannot believe that…. I'm actually wearing this..!
I'm freaking wearing UA's uniform! I'm not doing cosplay right now!
Just then, my phone rang. I jumped in surprise. Reaching for my phone, I stopped the alarm. Ah, it's the alarm that I had made the other day! I knew that I was going to lose track of time!
...I should go now!
A mountainous stalagmite of adrenaline springing in my veins at the thought, I unlocked the door to my stall and walked up to the sinks. A blue-haired woman with a primly-made bun was applying her red lipstick immaculately while glancing at her reflection. I stood next to her, beginning to wash my hands.
The lady looked at me as I accidentally made eye contact with her through the mirror. She smiled at me. "UA, huh? You must be feeling really excited."
"Yep!" I gave her a beaming grin, not caring if she was a stranger. "I really worked hard to get into UA!"
"Well, don't think that UA is all sunshine and rainbows." The lady tilted her head sideways while putting in her lipstick inside her purse. "You can't just slack off just because you made it in the entrance exam. Wouldn't want to get expelled because of how ditzy you look."
Taken aback by her words, I shut off the faucet and grabbed some paper towels. I replied indignantly, "Of course..! I'm obviously going to do my best."
The rude lady gathered her things and swept toward the restroom's entrance. While holding the door open, she turned her head to smirk at me. A sheen of iridescent violet clearly gleamed in her eyes. "Expectations are made, Aera Kim."
With an unnaturally powerful gust of air, the door shut behind her.
I stood there shell-shocked, frozen to my spot.
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IS SHE WHO I THINK SHE I-
Unfreezing immediately, I reached for the door as fury fired up in my veins. "Lady Imagination, what the hell?! You-"
As I swung the door open, the lady was gone. Stunned speechless, I peered down the hallway that she would have taken. The lady should have been still walking in front of me, but she had disappeared. Poof. Into thin air.
My outstretched arm lost its strength, and the door swung back before me as I stepped back inside the bathroom, suddenly feeling as if my knees turned into jelly. I placed a quivering hand on the door, trying to gather my scrambled thoughts.
That lady…! With no doubt, that was Lady Imagination!
...Why was she here?!
My thoughts suddenly flashed to what she had sent me in the latest message.
See you at school in a few weeks~
...What the heck?! I thought she was just telling me that because I had gotten into UA!
My school bag slid from my shoulders, landing with a thump on the restroom floor. Shaken out of my shock, I picked it back up weakly. As if Lady Imagination's telling me… to beware. Beware of what she could do…!
Especially when the plot is really going to start for me today.
I tried to shake the hair-raising encounter off by opening the door again and striding through the lounge and out into the subway. As the subway car that I was in rumbled on, I numbly gripped the metal rod attached to the floor while trying to keep my balance.
...She just killed my excitement.
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Tangy apricot rays of light filled the sky as the bright sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees. Today was a day that promised a clear blue sky and a perfect day, as if it was congratulating me wholeheartedly on my entrance into UA.
A gentle breeze swirled around me as I gazed up at the school, rustling my pleated skirt and hair. The light reflected off the school's tall glass-paneled skyscrapers, along with the mirrored images of the trees in front of it.
The day has finally come.
This is… my first day! In UA, of all places!
Despite all the prolonged fits of severe excitement and anticipation that I had the day before, my feet refused to move. The bones rejected my orders to move. So I stood there, motionless, stuck in a vicious cycle of happiness, a high-like excitement, utmost joy, nervousness, worry, dread…
And lastly, a sense of doom.
The real plot was about to start. For me, at least I knew. Everyone else didn't know it.
...I'm about to be late. A bolt of fear arced through me at the thought, triggered by my internal need to arrive right on time.
No, A voice in my head argued. We haven't seen Deku yet! Which means we still have time!
Despite the voice, I began to give myself a pep talk, trying to cajole myself into going inside.
..Let's just think that this whole mess is a play, okay? I'm one of the actors in this play!
While knowing what's going to happen, I have to appear as if I never knew anything in the first place..! Like as if I never knew them before!
I have to play my parts well! I have to make the play hella fun for the audience!
….And at the end, I swallowed nervously. I need to receive a standing ovation!
That's when I could leave the stage. Maybe.
My shoes shifted on the asphalt tensely, pebbles skittering. I hope so.
I will. I will make it till the end!
Receiving courage from my inner thoughts, my feet began to step toward the letters U and A, which gleamed with a metallic luster in the morning light as I passed under the arch and strolled into the threshold of the academy.
Marble busts of the school's founders watched me suspiciously as I plodded past them slowly. I imagined that they knew that I wasn't supposed to be there, but I shook the thought off with an inward nervous chuckle.
Stepping through the doors with a golden number 1 and wondering fervidly about where to go, I began to climb the stairs with hesitant vigor, my death grip on the straps of my backpack unyielding. The nauseous swirling of my stomach grew, and the humming of my blood vibrated thunderously in my ears as I grew closer to my floor with every step.
Swelling enormously with a weird mixture of intense hope, fanatic-like excitement, and dashed with a strong dose of doom, my heart beat pulsated in my ears as I walked through the hallway.
Colossal windows covered the right side of the hallway, providing a breath-taking view of the city, but I paid no attention to it. The door to my classroom loomed closer and closer as my footsteps reverberated through the corridor.
I stopped in front of the tall door to my classroom, and lo and behold, there was the legendary door that opened to Class 1-A's classroom in all its glory. My mouth opened in an 'o', I marveled at the sight of the door.
WOW!
I'm… actually here!
I'm… actually about to be part of Class 1-A!
Omg. I can't take it anymore.
Trying to deflect an insane-like excitement that charged through my body, I reared my head back in an effort to see the door fully. It's really, really tall! And wide!
The giant door was painted in a maroon-pinkish color. The same color that was in the anime. A rectangular window was in the hole of the 'A' on the door, and I resisted the urge to try to nervously peek inside.
Looking down, I stared intensely at the handle of the door. The silver handle shone innocently in the lights, as if it was promising me a happy, fun-filled future, where I would be heralded as one of the most celebrated and finest heroes in the golden age of All Might. But I knew better.
Because once I stepped through the door, everything was the real deal. And the whole package promised a lot of catastrophes and hardships.
A whole rollercoaster of events that I wasn't sure that I could handle.
..What do you mean?! I can, and I will!
As if I was trying to outwardly convey my thoughts, my hand took a hold of the handle and with a burst of air, I slid the door open.
The first thing that I noticed about the classroom was that the walls were lime-washed clean, with the lockers in the back.
Everyone in the ginormous classroom lifted their heads to look at me as I walked in. My eyes swept over everyone curiously in a wave, their faces so recognizable that I weirdly felt at ease. At a second's glance, I recognized everyone here almost entirely, except... they didn't know me. I was a complete stranger to them.
Tsuyu's frog-like eyes and long hair, held back with a twisted hair bow. Tokoyami's bird head. Sero's tape dispenser elbows as he went forward to tap Jirou's shoulder in a greeting.
They… They look so lifelike! ...They look real!
They are real. Here. The actual them...!
Aghhhhh!
That was the sound of calmness splintering under the weight of my enormous eagerness.
...Come on, Aera! You prepared yourself for this moment!
BUT STILL! ..I can't believe that I am actually seeing them in front of my ey-
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I stopped in my tracks, a jolt of surprise wreaking havoc in my mind. Sitting in a seat in front of Iida, Heiakira was doodling something happily in her notebook. Twiddling with one of her barrettes, Seinare whispered to Kirishima, who chortled at her words while Minho was laying his head on his desk in the farthest row, turning toward the window.
...WHAT THE HECK?! WHY ARE THEY HERE?!
Why is Minho here?! Did he try out for the exam?!
….Ah, they must be the three other people that were added to Class 1-A! I'm the fourth one, I think!
….The seating arrangements are still the same, but with the extra people, it's a bit different!
"Ainiru..!" With panic shooting up in my chest, I saw Momo slowly standing up from her desk. Shock and confusion dawned on her face as she placed her hands on the surface of her desk, losing her usual calm composure. "How… H-How are you here...?!"
Everyone's eyes were on me as I barely managed to conceal my face of intense worry and panic. Shrinking inwardly, I slowly held up a hand in greeting. "Hi… Momo…!"
SHOOT! I should have told her! I should have told her earlier! I knew that this was going to happen!
I'm the worst best friend ever! No, I shouldn't be even calling myself her best friend!
Stupid me! ...Why did I just push the issue away?! ...I was panicking over what excuse I should use, because my only excuse sounds foolish and stubborn while not talking about Lady Imagination and her mission for me! And I was worrying too much about the idea of failing!
Shoot. Okay. Damage Control...!
"How are you here...!?" Momo made as if she was going to walk toward me, but instead, I immediately made a beeline toward her seat.
"...I passed the entrance exam and I got in..!" I answered as confidently as I could, a shaky smile splayed across my face as I walked toward her.
"But.. how come you didn't tell me..?! You could have...told me anytime..?!"
As I went through the third row toward Momo's seat, withering red eyes glowered menacingly at me as I passed by them. It was Bakugou, threateningly leering at me as an irritated sneer twisted his face. I stopped while passing his desk. Ah, he recognizes me!
Eyes narrowed, I stuck my tongue out at him childishly. Snarling loudly, he rose from his seat as if to crush my insolence completely right there and then. Snickering inwardly, I ignored him and swept past Minho, who was looking up at me with shocked surprise while sitting behind Bakugou. As I faced Momo abashedly, my smile died away.
"Momo, I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you. Can.. we talk outside?" I feebly asked, my strained voice going higher and higher. "Please? I really, really need to tell you something before… you get upset at me."
As I spoke, I accidentally made eye contact with Shoto, who was sitting in the seat next to her. His face in his usual emotionless frown, he observed me quietly. I turned back to Momo, hoping for her to respond.
Receding back to her usual, dignity-filled composure, Momo's obsidian eyes flickered with suppressed emotions. "...Alright."
She didn't pull away when I gratefully took a hold of her arm gently and turned to walk toward the door. Startled, I screeched to a stop as Bakugo loomed ominously in front of me, radiating a hostile, baleful aura.
"Oi, insect bitch. You want to die?" He hissed out venomously, his eyes narrowing into demonic slits. Fudgemallow Sticks, he's really pissed at me..!
I felt everyone in the room turn their attention to me with alarm, withdrawing back as if predicting how infuriated I would react to that insult.
Instead, I cracked up, laughing while speaking saccharinely, "Now that's a delightful way to greet someone. Asking someone if they want to die."
I was under a death threat for so long that I'm just totally used to another one added on my list.
Not.
The thing is, Bakugou....You don't know how much I don't want to die.
That was my main motivation for the last three years, after all.
Irritation took root next as my face hardened. "What, you want a kowtow as a sorry, perhaps? Just because I stuck out my tongue at you? You were glaring at me first! Now get out of my way because I need to explain myself to my best friend!"
Not caring how I looked, I shoved my way past him and pulled Momo along as I stormed toward the door. I heard Iida stand up and start to berate Bakugou as he cursed foully at me very loudly.
As the door slid to a shut, I immediately tried to launch into a sputtering explanation, trying to make my reason as plausible as possible. But Momo surprisingly started first.
"Ainiru. …..You know that I've begged you for years to come and train with me. You always said no, even though I knew that you wanted to..! And now… you just walk in on the first day and calmly tell me that you passed the entrance exams and got accepted, without even telling me at all...?!" Momo expressed as she crossed her arms across her chest.
I miserably stared down at the floor, disconsolate. "I'm.. really sorry..! I…" Breaking off, I bit my lower lip so hard that I felt the skin break and sting. My voice broke into pieces as I murmured my response.
"After that incident with Kamui Woods, the urge… to follow my dream suddenly awoke... As if it was dormant for some time. Like a miracle, I… wanted to become a hero again." I whispered out, my chest bunching up.
Cause.. I really did…! The part of me that was Ainiru, suddenly blazed to life. Like how she was and what she wanted in her childhood…. Returned. In full force.
I raised my head and met Momo's glistening onyx eyes, which were filled with immense seas of hurt. "You know what my otousan is like. How my brothers are like. How my family looks at my dream and discourages it. How they see UA as their own shining destination and theirs only. I... stubbornly wanted to make it on my own."
A dejected sigh rose out of me, crestfallen. "Everything I did all these years…. was yielding to others' rules and expectations. What they wanted from me. What they wanted me to do. I… never got to do what I really wanted. I literally have no freedom. You know that."
A lump rose in my throat as my voice wavered in the air like a wandering note from a flute. "For something... that means so much to me, I wanted to achieve it my way. Alone. But of course… that doesn't excuse how I didn't tell you! ...I was afraid that you might convince me to train with your help. Because... you would offer me the easy way out and… I knew that I would have an extremely hard time considering it. ….And I wasn't sure...if I would get in, and I knew that... you will get disappointed." A hush resounded as Momo offered no response.
As Momo thought silently, I thanked the heavens that Momo could be really understanding, but I felt despondently that she wouldn't be so this time. I did wrong after all. I could have easily just told her right after I've gotten the acceptance hologram.
...Aren't I such a coward? Hating confrontations so much that I ignored it and pushed it to the very end..! I bitterly thought to myself as I picked at my nails agitatedly with a hand. Suddenly, Momo's eyes flickered to something behind me and her facial expression changed to calm as she came to a decision.
At last, Momo replied with empathy. "I… get your thinking, Ainiru. I really understand you. But... It still hurts. A lot. Especially since it is from you. My best friend." With a swish of her magnificent ponytail, she slid open the door which was at her right.
She stepped inside and the door slithered to a close behind her, leaving behind a shame/guilt-filled and joyless me.
Feeling tremendously dispirited and heartsore, I wearily puffed out a huff of air and interlaced a hand into my hair, feeling my neat, plaited hairstyle fall apart.
"Uh… H-Hello..?"
"Oh!" Hastily patting my bangs back down, I turned around to see jittery Deku, who had been quietly standing a few feet behind me. Ah, Momo must have seen Deku behind me!
"Sorry! I was.. just having a conversation with my best friend..!" Blinking back tears, I grimaced privately, hoping that later Momo would forgive me and still be best friends with me.
I hope she does…!
But if she doesn't… I truly understand her.
Recognition flashed in Deku's green eyes as he looked at my face and I knew for sure that he remembered me. Please act like you don't know me at all! Please don't mention the Incident!
Fudgemallow Sticks, just please forget about my 'spoiled, rich kid' alter-ego!
Fully aware that this was my chance to introduce myself properly this time to Midoriya, I pushed away the desolate feelings and kickstarted my ready-made plan before Deku could say that he remembered me.
With a forced sparkle in my eyes, I addressed Deku, "Aren't you the guy that destroyed the arena trap? I heard from a friend that you destroyed it with a flying punch! That's so cool! What's your name?"
Please act like you don't know me at all! Please don't mention the Incident!
Deku blinked confusedly, unnerved by my innocent introduction. I assumed that he must have thought that I would remember him too. "U-um.. I-It's Midoriya Izuku…!"
"Oh, green! Green like your hair, huh? My name's Yukimisaka Ainiru! Call me 'Misaka..! Or 'Misaka-chan, if you want to..!"
"A-Are you sure….?"
"Yep!" Casually looking down at my watch, I exclaimed, "Look at that..! We should go in, I'm sure that the homeroom teacher will be coming soon!" Nervously grinning at him, I slid open the door and found myself the infamous scene of Iida and Bakugou arguing heatedly.
With his feet propped up on his desk, Bakugou sneered condescendly. It seemed like his rage had cooled down somewhat. "Somei?! A stuck-up elitist then? I should blow you to bits."
Offended, Iida drew back, appalled at Bakugou's words. "You're extremely awful! How do you wish to be a hero?!" Looking up, Iida spotted both of us at the door and strode toward us purposefully.
Knowing fully what was coming next, I hurriedly excused myself with a wave at Midoriya and searched for my seat.
As I dithered around, trying to guess which empty seat was mine, Kirishima waved me over and pointed down to the seat beside his. Relieved to find my seat at last, I went the other way around to my seat to avoid Bakugou as much as possible.
When I went past Shoto, I stopped and blurted out, "Hello, Shoto-kun." He looked up at me and gave me a slight nod. After saying hello and a few words to Seinare, who sat behind Kirishima, I landed on my seat with a heavy sigh. Emotionally and mentally spent, I slumped forward on my desk after placing my backpack at my side.
"'Misaka, cheer up! This is our first day in UA! Aren't you excited?" Kirishima declared warmly, seeing my gloomy state. Hearing his words, I rolled down in my seat to loll my head on my seat's back.
"Well, I was. But now because of my stupidity," I stressed out the last word as I forlornly watched Momo stare down at her desk, "I made my best friend feel upset and hurt. I also made an enemy on the first day, " I nodded at Bakugou. "And I met someone really, really unpleasant on the subway today. Ugh. A spectacular first day, isn't it?"
"Man, that was your morning!? ..Then I'm sure that your afternoon will be better!"
Grinning, Kaminari suddenly swiveled in his seat to face us, who were seated behind him. "Your name is 'Misaka, right? Can I call you that? I'm Kaminari Denki! Pleased to make you guys' acquaintances."
After fist-bumping Kirishima and I, he winked at me as my lips upturned in a gradual smile, lighthearted excitement sparking again at his words. "How long have you been friends with that black-haired girl? She's hella pretty."
I fidgeted with my backpack strap, feeling sharp-headed guilt make its attack in my heart again. "We've been best friends since we were five. I'm not sure if she will forgive me after what happened today."
Kaminari waved his hand in the air reassuringly, as if swiping away my spoken worries. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure that she would come around. If you guys stuck together like gum for the past, what, almost 10 years, then you two would be fine." Kirishima chimed in optimistically with his assurance also.
"I hope so. I miss talking to her already! I mean, we are both at UA right now!" I placed my hands on the cool surface of my desk. My eyes flickered to the door and I noticed that Ochako had arrived peartly, and was bubbling with excitement while spouting words to Deku, whose freckled face was flushed red by her close proximity.
Suddenly an all too familiar voice echoed from the door. "If you are here to socialize, then get out." Quieting down, everyone around me craned their necks to see who it was. Without even looking, I knew immediately who it was.
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...It's Aizawa-Sensei!
As my curious classmates stood up to see the person more closely, I stood with them and saw a familiar yellow sleeping bag on the floor, with a dark-haired man's face peeking out. Aizawa Shota held an energy-jelly pouch to his mouth and sucked it dry lethargically.
He then propped himself upright and emerged out of the sleeping bag as if he was a caterpillar shuffling out of a cocoon. "It took 8 seconds for all of you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot are not really rational, are you?"
With his wrapping scarf rustling with every step, Aizawa-Sensei trudged to the side of the small podium that was in front of the classroom. "I am your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota. Pleased to meet you."
Holding his sleeping bag with a hand, he reached inside and drew out a PE uniform like I had expected. My heartbeat raced with excitement as he muttered, "Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."
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The strong glare of the sun seared into my eyes as I glanced up at the bright blue sky. Gravel and grains of sand skidded across the ground as my new sneakers made contact with the grounds. Floating on surreality, I walked with my classmates, murmuring awestruckingly at the amount of open space that UA had for its training fields.
I remember how it was drawn.. But seeing it in real life is so AWESOME!
The gigantic UA gym stood a few meters away as our classmates clustered into a loose group. Slowing to a stop, I uncomfortably tugged on my sleeves, inwardly wishing that PE jacket was long-sleeved. The polyester and elastic material felt synthetic to my finger pads as I zipped open my jacket to let the cool air in.
Aizawa-Sensei stood in front of our uneasy group, holding a stopwatch and papers in his hands. "You will now be taking a quirk test."
Ah, yes! I remember the quirk test! ...Oh, I really want to see how good I am!
In a confused tizzy, Uraraka interceded urgently,"But what about the entrance ceremony?! Or the orientations?!"
Aizawa-Sensei turned his back on her. "No time to waste on those nonsensical things if you want to become heroes." Yep, that's true. We don't have time.
Blood-shot eyes swept over us as Aizawa-Sensei turned his head to keep on addressing us. "UA is well-known for its "Freestyle" educational system. That applies to us teachers as well."
As Aizawa-Sensei spoke monotonously to my classmates about the exercise tests that we were about to do, my thoughts drifted off as I remembered almost everything that he was telling us right now.
Hmm, I really want to know how fast I am! And how strong I am! I've been wondering that for the last three years! ...Can't wait to glitch across the race track!
The quirk-nullifying hero then called to Bakugou and beckoned him forward. Interest and excitement piqued in my bloodstream as I watched the blonde step forward.
"You can do whatever you need to do. Just don't leave the circle." With a steady hand, Bakugou easily caught the pitching ball that Aizawa-Sensei threw to him. "Hurry up. Give it all you've got."
Aizawa-Sensei stood back as Bakugou stretched his arm and hoisted back his arm. As he lunged forward with his arm slicing through the air, I mentally prepared myself for the explosion that was to come. "Die!"
I heard Kirishima utter under his breath, amused. "Die..?" Flashes of bright, searing light hit my eyes and evaporated the moisture from my eyeballs as an explosive ka-boom ruptured the quiet air.
The pitch ball shot up in the air as funnels of smoke and mini mushroom clouds trailed behind it. I immediately shielded my face with my arms as dust particles rose toward me.
WOW!
….That was like a tiny atomic bomb, I swear!
...When I saw it animated, it was impressive but not like this! ...What am I thinking?! Of course this is more spectacular since this is in real life!
Gritty dust particles settled in a swirl around my stunned classmates and I as Bakugo set his foot back on the ground. Aizawa-Sensei looked down at his device as it beeped twice.
"It's important for us to know our limits. That is the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be." He showed us the device's screen. Curious though I had seen it before, I peered at it and drew back.
Aha! I guessed the hundreds correctly! ...If only I had rewatched and reread the manga and anime right before I arrived here… I would be accurate in guessing things!
"Whoa! This is awesome!" Unconsciously walking closer to the front, Sero called out excitedly. Behind me, I heard Ojiro mutter, "705 meters..? Seriously?"
At my side, Kirishima nudged me gently. I turned to him as he exclaimed with an excited grin from ear to ear, "So we can use our quirks for real?! Man, the hero course is great!"
I grinned back at him like a Cheshire cat. "I can't wait to see how far I can throw that ball..!" Needing the breeze to cool my enthusiasm, I moved my hair to the side with a hand while simultaneously feeling my energy reciprocate the infectious excitement that almost all my classmates were humming with.
All with one exception, which was Midoriya, of course. Anxiety literally radiated off him like a shadow of death.
Sadness returned in a wave when I saw Momo glance at me at my outburst and look away, hurt still flashing in her stygian eyes. My heart again heavy, I wilted under her gaze.
"...Awesome… You say?" Aizawa-Sensei quietly spoke. I shifted my eyes back to him again. The hubbub around me quieted down, and I could feel that everyone clearly felt the shivers down their spines. "You all are hoping to become heroes after three years here… And you think it'll be all fun and games?"
...Hello!? I came here expecting that the next three years here would be a whole carousel of misfortunes and disasters…! Quite different from what you think, I say!
Plainly, even you don't know how bad it will become!
Eraser Head's face had darkened significantly, his straggly black hair swishing forward as he scowled at us. "Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless… and will be expelled."
I crossed my arms and leaned back on the heels of my feet as some of my classmates pronounced their dismay loudly at first.
...It's fine! I will just do my very best! Let's hope that no one gets expelled like what happened in the original plot!
"The lowest scorer will be expelled!?" I heard Kaminari groan. Uraraka protested emphatically from the front, her hands coming out in front of her in bewilderment. "It's only the first day! I mean, even if it weren't… that's totally unfair!"
Aizawa-Sensei proceeded on, unfettered by their complaints. "Natural disasters... highway pile-ups... rampaging villains… Calamity is always right around the corner. I'd say Japan is full of unfair things. Heroes are the ones… who correct all that unfairness."
Glancing at Minho, Seinare, and Heiakira, I wondered about how they were feeling. Minho was quietly staring with minimal disdain at Aizawa-Sensei while Heiakira smiled nervously. Calm, Seinare was gazing thoughtfully at the ground, but I noticed that she was rolling one of her thin barrettes between her fingers restlessly.
"If you were hoping to spend your evenings hanging out at some diner… I'm sorry to tell you that for the next three years, UA will run you through the wringer."
Eraser Head flicked a finger toward us, smirking with satisfaction for the first time. "That's Plus Ultra. Use your strength to overcome it all. So bring it. Now, it's for real."
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Standing with the crowd, I had to wait for everyone before me to complete their 50-meter dashes, since I was number 14. Usually I would have been impatient to prove myself, but I was curious how the three other new additions to Class 1-A were going to use their quirks for the dash.
Sidling over to Seinare, I asked her curiously, "How are you going to use your quirk for the dash..? Isn't your quirk something that's got to do with healing pills...?
Seinare put a hand to her chin, musing out loud. "I can create pills from my tears. They are like real types of drugs... or I can simply make one that manipulates the human body how I want it to be."
I blinked while stretching my legs, having expected her quirk to be really proficient in the human body. She was Recovery Girl's grand-niece after all. "That's so cool..! Can you make a pill that makes a person sleep instantly..?"
"Sure. But that would be against the law if I did it without their consent. And for the 50-meter dash…" She began to mutter to herself, but her voice was loud enough for me to hear. "Maybe… Adrenaline pills? ….Energy Pills? ..Muscle-strengthening pills? ...Hyperarousal-pills?"
"Eh...? Hyper-what?" Impressed, I watched in wide-eyed fascination as Iida zoomed by the machine, who later robotically piped out, "3.04 seconds!" He's so fast, dang! Wasn't he using his engines in its third state?!
"You know, the flight response that your body has when you're in a dangerous situation." Seinare brushed a pale hair strand out of her face as Mina, Aoyama, and Heiakira lined up at the starting line breathlessly.
The information stored away in my mind, I nodded in understanding. "Ohhhh. That's great...! You'll be fast for sure...! ...How many points did you get in the practical exam?"
As Heiakira ran the dash naturally, I noticed the thick metal slits on her forearms and calves. I hadn't noticed them during the practical exam. "7.21 seconds!" The machine beeped as she passed it. Mina skidded happily to a stop on her acid, having beaten both Aoyama and Heiakira.
Flamboyant as always, Aoyama brushed himself off from the ground with no bashfulness even after falling on his bum midway during the dash. I marveled at his unfazement.
"I got… 38 points. Almost all from rescue points. I have the lowest rank out of all the kids here, so I barely got into the hero course. If there weren't extra spots, I would have been rejected."
...Oh, that's why! Makes sense why she didn't come out in the actual plot!
She was just a few points short of getting accepted!
I saw a flash of dismay on Seinare's face and tried to convince her that all was fine. "Don't worry..! Probs you won't get last place in the tests!"
Seinare gave me a miffed look; the look that the extremely studious, A receiving kids gave to others when they received a "bad score". Snorting lightly at her expression, I gave her a cheery thumbs up as she walked toward the track with Kirishima and Kaminari. After calmly crying and creating her pills, she popped them into her mouth like candy and crunched on them before taking off speedily.
Heiakira and Ashido Mina whispered to each other behind me. "I wasn't expecting anything." Heiakira breathed out to Mina, shaking her head self-deprecatingly. "How can bubble wrap help with running? Am I supposed to bundle myself up like a snowman and run?" They both giggled quietly at her joke.
Spying my chance, I stepped backward to address Heiakira and Mina, my voice barely audible in order not to catch Aizawa-Sensei's wrath. "Umihaku, you have bubble wrap as a quirk? I couldn't see it during the practical exam. You know, with the Arena Trap and all."
"Yeah. They come out of these thingies…!" She pointed to the thick metal slits on her arms, confirming my theory that they were from her quirk. "The shape, thickness, and length depends on how I want it to be."
"Nice..!" I examined the plushy piece of teal-tinted bubble wrap that she handed to me, the bubbles of air popping as I pressed them energetically. High hopes prickling in my stomach, I turned to Mina.
With an inward sigh of relief, I had little trouble adjusting to her bubblegum pink skin and golden horns, considering that I had seen her drawings for years. "Your name is Ashido Mina, right? I saw you sliding on the ground with a white substance…! Is that your quirk..?"
Look at me asking the questions that I already know the answers to! I sighed in my head.
"Yeah! I produce acid!" Checking behind her back to see if Aizawa-Sensei heard her outburst, she lowered her voice while looking curiously at the next three who were running. "Wanna see?"
Gooey, pearly-white acid dripped from her fingers as I curiously held out a finger to catch a droplet to feel its texture. "How acidic is it? It doesn't sting at all..!?" Again, I know! But for the hope of friendship..!
"I made the acidicness to be neutral, that's why! Your name is 'Misaka, huh? What's your quirk..?" I opened my mouth, about to answer.
"Jirou Kyoka. Yukimisaka Ainiru. Sero Hanta." I looked up as Aizawa-Sensei read aloud from his list. Oh! It's my turn! Finally!
"Oh, dang it. Ashido, I'm going to show you later...!" Stepping forward, I turned around and saluted Heiakira and Mina with two fingers cheekily. "Hoping for the best, you guys...!"
I walked toward the racetrack with a bounce in my steps, stretching my arms as I approached Jirou and Sero. "Hi, you guys.!" I beamed comfortably at them, who I noticed were slightly taken aback by my sudden enthusiasm.
Shoot..! I can't act too friendly! I mean, it makes sense since I've seen and knew them for years and their likes and dislikes.. but it just makes me weird in their eyes!
My worries were erased as they greeted me back amiably. Pacified, I approached the thick, white starting line.
Planting my sweaty hands on the sandy ground, I stretched back my leg onto the device, closing my eyes while trying to muster my entire focus. My eyes opened as I activated my quirk. An ambrosial, tart wave rushed down my limbs, stimulating my muscles and bones. I smiled excitably.
The whistle sounded, and I took off. Sharpening my concentration as far as it could go, I felt my body ripple with a computer-blue static 'zzzt' as I flicked on and off my 'glitching' switch mentally every time I took a step. After some time, the finish line appeared right under me in a flash and I pinioned my heels into the ground, skidding to a dust-filled stop. "3.21 seconds!"
Gasping for breath, I held my forehead with a hand, feeling as I had finished solving an extremely hard math problem. Trying to glitch as fast as possible had strained my brain-power, but thankfully, I still had held it in check. Sero arrived next in a few seconds, zipping to a stop with his tape, while Jirou had just ran.
Satisfied with my time, I moved back to the group while internally hoping for the best for the other tests. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see who it was as Sero exclaimed, "Hey there! You were so fast..! It looked like you were glitching..?!"
Pleasantly startled, I scratched the back of my head with a hand while laughing softly at the praise. "Yeah, I was..! It's part of my quirk. But it drives my brain crazy..! It's like trying to solve multiple math questions at once..!"
"Really? What's your quirk?" Sero asked whisperingly as we arrived in the midst of the other students. I answered quietly, "Oh, my quirk is about computer viruses..! I can do stuff that they can do."
As an example, I raised a hand as B1 fluttered out, preening her crystalline sapphire wings proudly with an antennae. I snickered inwardly at her behavior. "..What about yours?"
Sero showed the tape dispensers on his arms proudly to me. "It's not as flashy as yours, but I have tape dispensers at my elbows..!"
I faced him, my face tilted in light incredulousness while remarking, "What do you mean..? Tape is so handy..! Using it, you'll be like Spider-Man..!"
Sero slightly frowned in confusion and interest. "Who's Spider-Man? Is he a newly debuted pro-hero?"
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Fudgemallow Sticks, I should really watch what I say!
"Oh… He's…. " Shoot! What should I say!?
A drop of nervous sweat dripped down my temples and onto my jacket. "Um... ...He's.. an ancient pro-hero from America. You know, from the early ages when quirks were still really rare…You wouldn't find anything about him on the Internet…" I sheepishly said as we followed the others, now proceeding on to the grip test.
Wincing mentally, I continued on, trying to explain more further so Sero wouldn't go searching him up. "He had a quirk of.. being like a spider, so he.. shot long strands of sticky webs from his wrists and swung from building to building with them."
Gosh, that's not the whole explanation..! But oh well.. I just needed to explain in 'quirk terms and reasons'..!
"I use my quirk like that, too...! What did his costume look like...?"
As Sero listened to my description with great interest, my eyes flickered to Momo. She was still solemnly staring at something in the distance. I hoped fruitfully that her distancing from me would cease to an end.
...This is driving me crazy! But what am I supposed to do?! Pester Momo annoyingly until she relented?!
…Momo doesn't like that. She would prefer that she would approach me first on her own.
I huffed out a breath noiselessly, the sunlight striking specks of warmth alight on my exposed arms. Just try to make it through today, Aera! Through the quirk tests, try to make friends with everyone, make a good impression on my teachers!
A smile appeared on my face as I caught sight of everyone around me while walking.
Oh, the excitement is real!
I mean, I've been dreaming of this ever since I found out about My Hero Academia!
This is my first day of school! At UA, of all places!
I squealed excitedly in my brain without a sound, then laughed out loud at my antics.
"You okay?" I heard Sero address me with a note of amusement, and I turned to him with an unembarrassed smile.
"Yeah, just really, really excited…!"
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I had landed in sixth place. Which had a relief even though no one was expelled. My first day at school had finished. I took my subway home, changed out of my UA uniform and into my fake one, and walked through the doorway of my home, acting as if nothing happened.
It was now almost 7, and I could see dusk settling in through the windows. The dying sun's rays weakly peeked through, the scarlet light painting the walls of my room violet.
The beautiful color gave me uncanny vibes, for it reminded me of Lady Imagination's eye color. It felt as if she was watching me from everywhere. Creepily.
Shaking off the feeling, I lay on my bed, my creaking bones finally finding their safe haven. I tried to distract myself from looking at the walls.
Oh, I just can't wait to go to school tomorrow!
….What the heck?! …This is the first time that I actually want to go to school! I squealed loudly while squeezing a pillow with my arms. Wakened up from their sleep by my excited shriek, my pet chinchillas 'Salt and Pepper' began to move around in their spacious cage. Walking toward it, I unlatched the opening and took both of them out gently. I cuddled them as I returned to my bed.
But… Momo. And the plot. I sighed aloud as they nuzzled me. Placing them on the bed, I watched them gambol around playfully on my comforter.
Oh, they give me so much stress.
Still, it's fine! …I completed my first mission with success!
After what happened today, I learned my lesson. I'm going to tell Tsuiniko and Keitomo and swear them to secrecy as soon as possible. The less feelings hurt, the better!
A notification again dinged in my vision, its bright crimson glow spearing alarm through my mind. Dread blew my candlelight out, doom darkening the wisps of light in my mind.
I wearily groaned.
….Now what?! What do you have to say to me again, Lady Imagination?!
Hello Aera Kim,
Here is the first chapters…! Take a look at it and reflect on the comments, will you?
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My eyes widened to huge saucers. I quickly pressed the link, and a huge box of text showed up.
It was a fanfiction. Author was Lady Imagination. Narrated…. by yours truly.
Eyes blazing, I scrutinized the hologram madly, scrolling down to read the text. Skimming through with intensity, I spied every part of me that was spilled to everyone, as if coffee was dripping innocently from the table where its cup had been knocked off.
A bomb of emotions set off in my chest as I read my life, which was shown to everyone. I snatched little bits and pieces out of the well-crafted sentences that Lady Imagination had typed out about me and posted.
A total invasion of my privacy.
'Aera Kim.'
'A girl. A high-school junior.'
'Korean-American. Born premature and sick, because of her father's fatal car accident. Had a loving older brother, mother, and grandmother.'
It was kind of weird to see myself being described in third-person, but I kept on reading.
'Had a happy childhood. Bullied in school for being fatherless. Struggled in studies, but managed to scrape by.'
'Trained and practiced Taekwondo every spare moment for almost ten years. Adored the sport with all her heart. It was her thing. Her life.'
'She had the dream of becoming a gold-medalist in the Olympics ever since childhood.'
'At 16, won gold in the Regionals. Was about to go to the Nationals, but months before competing, an accident. A car accident.'
My eyes welled as I read the sentence. I blinked the moisture back. What had happened, had happened. There was nothing that I could have done about it.
'Strained Ligaments. Her right knee, extremely sprained and fractured, weakened her leg so much that she couldn't do the sport anymore. If she did, she would have to wear a heavy leg brace for the rest of her life.'
'Her dream was gone. She cried for months.'
'But she gathered her life from the dust, and continued on.'
'Opted for becoming a surgeon, influenced by her brother, who was one.'
'Suffered burn-out, trying to catch up to her studies. And suffered under more stress, fatigue, and 'burn-out' because of the advanced classes that she had asked for.'
'Achieved good grades through extreme determination and will. And finally, when she felt like her life was on track to becoming something that she was somewhat happy with…
A school shooting happened. While saving her friend, she got shot.'
While reading, I noted that Lady Imagination was writing to make me to sound more heroic. Made sense though. I was in a world of heroes after all.
'Lady Imagination took her soul away...
and transplanted her into a different world.
A world of fiction.
One that was famous and well-known.
A world of quirks. A world where 80% of the population on earth each had a small 'superpower', but Izuku Midoriya, the main character, didn't.
A world that she had seen drawn on paper, with characters that she had seen and known for years. Characters that everyone, including her, loved and wished were real.
It was all real. Everyone in flesh and blood. In all three dimensions.
She thought she was given a second chance. That she would finally be allowed to live out her life quietly. Blending into the shadows, even though she knew the future. Avoiding the plot. Becoming a surgeon. Doing whatever she wanted to do.
But of course, she had a debt to pay. A debt to Lady Imagination for saving her soul before she could die.'
I paused while reading, stunned as my eyes smartened.
…..A debt?
What?
….She never said anything about a debt. ...She never told me that I was about to die!
She only threatened me! Threatened to orchestrate my death unless I listened to her..!
...What the fuck...?!
I rubbed my eyes, feeling extremely pissed off and perplexed. I mean, she could have just told me that she saved my life!
But she didn't! She only threatened me.!
Something is not right here! I stared at the holograph furiously. Whose side of this is the truth?!
Lady Imagination.. or mine?!
I gritted my teeth, infuriated. Lady Imagination! If you are going to write something, write what actually happened! Don't fabricate the truth with lies!
..Or is she? Is she telling the truth..?
..Maybe... she has a reason why she isn't telling me?! But... she let me see this chapter...!
Scrunching up my eyes, I tried to stop thinking about it. Okay. Let's just give the benefit of the doubt and think... that she's telling the truth.
Yeah. Maybe.
Maybe she is.
From what I saw... the gunshot wound was... kind of close to my heart.
I read on, reading what happened to me for the last three years. All of my actions were splashed across the text, what I did, how I tried to plan ahead.
Failures. Victories. Miserable days. Happy days. Sunshine. Rain. Even some memories that I had forgotten. All of my thoughts scrawled down.
All for the world to see. In all of its bareness. Stripped of any defense or shield.
Feeling extremely violated and literally reeling back from the unfairness of it all, I tried to distract myself by pressing on the icon for the comments.
Aera Kim is the latest of your creations…! I'm glad that I'm not disappointed by her! You always make such well-crafted OCs, with different backstories… I wonder how you manage to nail them so many times!
I snorted aloud at the comment. Excuse me, who is saying that Lady Imagination made me?! She just snatched me away and put me here! A real, freaking person!
She's very resilient, I like that about her! Especially in the shooting. I would have been crying like crazy!
She and another OC of yours, Farrah Ahmedi from your 'Attack on Titan' fanfiction, have some qualities in common.. But I'm not complaining! Both are very likable!
I relate to her on a level. Actually, a lot. I struggled a lot during med school and she reminds me of the hard tim-
And on it went. There was already a large number of people following and favoriting. Comments, Reviews flowing up by the minute.
So many people had seen.. Everything. My life. My thoughts. What I believed in.
Plainly, everything. About me.
Tears threatened to fall. But I pushed them back. So far, toward the imaginary fortress of miscellaneous things that I had constructed in my mind. Later, I would sift through them at night, sorting them to categories and levels. Coming to terms with them. One by one. Realizing. Understanding. Accepting. Taking them in stride.
And they were turned to dust, and I would close the gates in my fortress and leave in peace, staying upbeat enough to face the world I was in strongly.
This was my mechanism. My coping instinct. It never failed me, even before I had arrived here. It had helped me adjust to this world with some.. minimal problems.
But for the first time, I felt something crack under the pressure.
I don't know but she's… naive to me. Like an air-head. Someone that looks through the world with rose-colored glasses. An character that's kind of like Uraraka, but doesn't know what the real world is like. I wish that she could be smarter and cunning.
Dunno about Aera.. She kind of seems like a Mary-Sue to me. Characters like her are not my cup of tea. I'm hoping to see some polishing on her as the story goes.
She's really happy-go-lucky and a bit shallow, and I really dislike those kind of characters. I was wishing that she would be more strategic and more bad-ass like Evelyn Carter, the OC in your Harry Potter fan-fiction.
Impulsive characters just put a bad taste in my mouth. I'm dropping this. Not because of the writing and plot, but because of the character.
I can tell that she's really thoughtless in saying some stuff and hates to make commitments. I don't like that about her. Looking for some character development.
I froze while scrolling, my eyes lingering on the words.
Naive.
Air-head.
Doesn't know what the real world is like.
Wishing for her to be more smarter. More cunning.
Like a Mary-Sue.
I... worked. So hard. For almost ten years to build up my skills, brick by brick. With sweat, tears, and blood. Tons.
My leg. My studies. Did they just assume that that was nothing?
..And they think that... it was just given to me?
I worked for them.
Shallow. Dislike characters like that. Wishing that she would be more strategic.
Impulsive.
Thoughtless in saying some things. Hates to make commitments. Don't like that about her.
Character development.
A tiny fracture began to form in the once steel, brass-bound walls. Spreading from that small crack, the walls began to transform to glass with every centimeter.
Tears gathering in the creases of my eyes, I weakly laughed in disbelief at the situation that was before me.
They saw me as someone fake. Someone, made up. Someone... that was easily manipulated to someone they wanted me to be. Someone that they thought they knew and judged immediately.
I was reduced to a fucking character. Immortalized in writing. Criticized and praised to the bare bones.
Shutting down the hologram, I put my hands to my face and tried to breathe. Just breathe. Not doing anything, but just closing my eyes and breathing.
I'm still alive. That matters. To me. A lot.
The quiet noise of my tears dripping onto my bedspread was dull. But it was all I could hear.
Is this what.. celebrities feel like? What famous people feel like?
But.. they never had their own thoughts on display!
..I thought I would never go through this.. type of situation before...!
"It's fine. Don't cry...!" B3 soothed, perching on my interlaced fingers. Almost all of my butterflies had appeared in a flurry, trying to console me in their own different ways.
I wiped my eyes, sniffling back more tears. Yeah. I hate crying. So much that I wish I could just surgically remove the tear ducts in my eyes...!
But crying... it feels good.
I bottled it up for too long.
My nose stinged heavily as my chinchillas nudged me comfortingly. "Yeah, B3. It's okay."
B1 quipped out while settling on top of 'Salt'. "Yeah. It's okay not to be okay!"
'Salt' payed no attention to her, already used to the glowing butterfly.
I started to laugh through my tears. "Did you just make a pun..?!"
"Yes-siree, birdie. I just did."
I stared around my room, trying to think rationally since I was finally calm.
I'm just going to ignore what the comments say about me. Not entirely, though. Just looking at them enough to see if I'm doing okay. Spectacularly.
After all, I can't lose my game just because of what people think of me!
Breathing all my emotions out, I imagined plastering on molten metal. Lava. On top of the crack. Completely. Hardening the walls again. Reinforcing my walls with stainless steel. I will be damned if I get another crack.
It was the first band-aid on the walls of my mind. A first case.
Taking 'Salt and Pepper' into my arms as my butterflies cooed over their cuteness, I remembered what was going to happen next. I forgot that my costume is going to come in a few days! And we would be doing the Missile Battle!
Oh, I just can't wait until I see and wear my costume! Omg, I can't believe how freaking excited I am! I literally obsessed over it so much! I hope that the support company outdoes themselves like how they did originally!
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A/N: Phew..! Almost 11,000 words! I was trying to post this yesterday, but failed. Miserably, haha. (My target posting day is always Monday, but life happens, so I always am panicking if I'm going to make it on time.)
- I am hoping that I would able to tackle issues and things that need awareness in this work. As best as I can. Even though this is a fanfiction, I feel like if this story addresses these issues, it will be more meaningful and impacting to you guys.
Just above I tried to tackle 'social media'. I know that social media is fun and all, but just remember that there are real people behind the screens. Just saying. I know that you guys know that, but still. What do you guys think about how I wrote it? (Gosh, why do I sound so cheesy? Idk. )
Heads up: If you guys don't know, now there are four new people added each to Class 1-A and 1-B.
- I had an extreme hard time choosing of who to kick out of Class 1-A. It was between Mineta and Hagakure. (Even though I really don't like Mineta and his pervertedness, he was still used for the actual plot. Hagakure is because I like her even though.. she's kind of.. um, useless, and I know that some other people like her too.)
So I had the brilliant idea of adding more people, and made the reason of Lady Imagination influencing more villainous activity so UA would be forced to accept more people.
- In the 'so called comments that the readers were making', I felt like I was criticizing Aera myself. (Have you heard of an author criticizing their own OC? I'm pretty sure you have, but not in the writing itself, like I did.) It felt so weird, but it gave me a chance to display some of her faults. Some of the things that the comments were judging Aera for aren't true, but some are. You will see later which are true. Some of the comments were addressing things that had happened during the time that I had chosen to not write, and I'm saying this because I'm afraid that you guys might be confused. (I know those parts would have been boring to read and plus, I wanted to write her entrance into UA as fast as possible)
(haha her thoughts are filled with criticism of her oc.. lol like everyday. - dead peaches: her sister and beta-reader )
- Also, Aera Kim and I are different. Aera is not a Self-Insert OC, and I totally made her background up. From scratch. (It was hard.) It's sometimes hard to understand her (duh, because I never went through the things that she had went through) but I had left some qualities in Aera to familiarize myself so I would have some confidence in writing her.
- Aera is an ESTP, and I think I had been an ESTP a few years earlier. But now, I'm not, so I'm kind of unsure if I'm writing her as she should act. I really don't know about this because I am really bad at personality. Those of you guys who are ESTPs, can you guys help criticize if I'm writing Aera correctly? Please and Thank You!
Thanks to Anutanuta, TNTVGC, amuhime22, dridri95, just passing by, and magnificent eyes of wonder for following and favoriting! Thank you so much! You guys gave me motivation to keep on writing!
To magnificent eyes of wonder : Thank you so much for reviewing! You really said the things that I needed to power my motivation this week! I hope that every reader would review for each chapter and I always keep my hopes high! Now, I have a lot to say to you so be prepared to read a long paragraph. XD
: Now, I don't know how you managed to write down in a review what I was just about to do in the nextt chapter!
I'm pretty sure that you and a lot of other people who know about isekai, know that most of the characters that are isekai'd are very mentally strong.
Aera Kim is extremely mentally strong but of course, she's human. She will have a breakdown at her most stressful moment and she will realize it but I can't tell you when..!
I've been planning a lot of psychological and mental things for her to go through, and you will see it in her as the story goes on. It's her internal conflict. I'm worried that I wouldn't be able to portray it well in my writing, but I'm going to try of course!
And... I think that's all..? I think. If you read all of this author's note, thank you!
Please Review! Please, please do so! It really motivates me and it helps me formulate this fan fiction as best as it could be!
Thoughts on:
- the interactions that Aera has. How realistic they are?
- on Aera and her character. What do you think her 'magnetic' character trait is to you?
- on how well I nailed the canon characters. Tell me anything that seems off about them!
- on how well I wrote the action scenes and how I wrote her quirk
- on the new characters as well? What do you perceive them as?
- expectations on the plot? What you will think would happen?
- or just anything! Just please spew your thoughts of what you felt while reading this fan fiction!
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