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It was late, yet sleep wouldn't claim her. She was confident in her abilities, but she still held doubt in them. She was willing to take on everything in front of her with a strong step and create a safe world with her talents, but she was worried she would destroy everything in the process if she wasn't careful.

She couldn't help it.

It was the nature of her Quirks, after all.

A blossoming young woman of 15 lay awake close to midnight on her oversized bed within her parent's mansion. She stared at the roof of the canopy over her bed as her thoughts continued to plague her mind. For every hint of optimism, there was a pessimistic thought to counteract it.

U.A.'s Entrance Exam was tomorrow and she was beyond anxious. She had sent in an entrant's application as a fallback in case she didn't get a recommendation from her principle. Her doubts often surfaced more than they should, but this was one of the rare occurrences where it actually helped her. She was a perfect academic student with the highest grades in her school, one such attribute the prestigious school was looking for. It was more than enough reason for her principal to send in a recommendation to U.A.

It was one black spot on her record that had dashed her chances of receiving a recommendation and she knew it was a mistake she knew couldn't simply be overlooked.

She lifted her cloth covered right arm in shame as she replayed the memory for what felt like, and probably was, the thousandth time.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to…"

"Look at them! You think they care if you're sorry?!"

"I just…"

"NO! Just stop! You just stay there. And don't touch anything!"

"I… I'm sorry… I messed up… I didn't want any of this…"

Tears fell from the corner of her eyes and some stayed within the nooks between her eyes and nose as she recalled the looks of disgust she received after that day. It's been a steep uphill battle since then and it hasn't gotten any easier.

She created a simple rag from her left hand to wipe away her tears, finally pulling away her gaze from her right hand. She called her first Quirk 'Souzou' (Creation), a simple name for a wonderful Quirk. She is able to create anything from any part of her body, sans for everything below her right elbow, using the lipids she ingests as food. Her first successful creation was sitting proudly on her desk just across the room. It was a simple little Russian nesting doll that vaguely resembled a young her in nightgown. She can create them without batting an eye with her current skill set now, but she just couldn't get rid of it. It is an important memento, afterall.

Her second Quirk was the complete opposite of the first. It manifested shortly after Souzou and when it did, she was beyond confused and terrified over its nature. It didn't bring the warm feeling her creation Quirk did. It felt cold, for a lack of a better word. It was a feeling she couldn't comprehend at the young age of 4. It manifested out of the blue when she was at a park with her mother, but it barely registered as concern with her since it took a long time for anything to even get affected. But the strange sensation never went away. Aside from being unable to create anything below her right elbow, Momo didn't think it was going to be a concern in fulfilling her dreams.

That assurance was shattered many years later, and with it, her peace of mind.

Without any feasible reasoning, her secondary Quirk made a huge jump in power output when she reached pre-adolescence. After the incident on her first day of Junior High and being ridiculed, she had finally chosen an appropriate name for her second Quirk after ignoring it for so long.

'Hakai' (Destruction).

She had completely despised it since that day. After the jump in power, there was no way to fully turn it off and there wasn't any kind of material that wouldn't work on it, save for whatever she creates with 'Souzou'. Her primary Quirk was the counter to her secondary Quirk, at least unconsciously. She could still destroy whatever she created if she wanted to, but at least it wouldn't happen without the intention to do so.

Momo sighed deeply from the pressure of the Entrance Exams tomorrow. The past few months weighed heavily on her mind, with school, studies, physical training with her servants/instructors, and her own Quirk training being major obstacles leading up to tomorrow.

Momo got up from her oversized bed and made her way downstairs to get her stomach settled, as it had been growling in hunger for the past half hour. After making her way down the lavish stairs, she reached the kitchen to search for one of her mega-protein bars that she had started earlier that evening. As soon as she found it she bit the dense bar in half, practically filling up her stomach in the process.

The dark haired girl made her way to the bar section of the kitchen and sat on one of the rotating barstools. She began to create a tiny nesting doll slightly over a centimeter high and placed it on the dining table. Momo then created another nesting doll that was a little larger than the first one and placed the first nesting doll inside the second nesting doll she made. It was a coping mechanism that she developed as she improved control over 'Souzou'. She typically only did it whenever she had a lot in her mind and now was a good a time as any.

With her focus solely on the task in front of her, it provided a much wanted distraction from the chaos that typically swirled her mind.

She repeated the process until the final nesting doll was around 35 centimeters high, having 20 smaller dolls inside of it. In the process of relieving her stress for the past half hour, Momo had also burned up the rest of her protein bar.

Momo felt her eyelids begin to droop and decided to finally call it a night, taking her little project with her. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow. It's best if she got what little sleep she was left with.

The Next Morning

U.A. Entrance Walkway

The next morning was completely uneventful for the dual Quirk user, save for a minor detour that her driver had to take due to traffic. Her parents had wished her luck before leaving for their jobs, to her appreciation.

She couldn't describe how supportive her parents have been of her dream despite the hardships Momo had to go through. Her second Quirk's jump in power came as a surprise for them, but they made the best of the new situation. There was testing to see what the extent of 'Hakai' can do when it first emerged and with the increase in power in her early adolescence came vigorous field testing on what it can affect. When 'Souzou' was discovered to be the only thing that didn't automatically get destroyed upon contact with her right hand, her father practically demanded that she kept it covered with her creations. Later on, Momo managed to successfully create a thick, breathable mesh material that allowed her right arm to breathe while providing complete coverage of her right hand and forearm.

The dark haired teen lifted her covered arm from her bag strap to stare at it, contemplating.

'This is it,' thought Momo in a melancholy tone. 'This is the first step I need to take to become a Hero. But why am I nervous? Should I be? Academic-wise, I shouldn't have a problem, but what about the practical? Are they going to require that I use both my Quirks? If I used Hakai, would that jeopardize my chances of getting in? And what if they do let me in, but forbid me—'

"Excuse me?"

Momo's internal anxiety trip was interrupted by a kind voice beside her. She turned to see a slightly shorter boy with a bushy, green head of hair, emerald eyes, two sets of freckles under said eyes, and wearing a black, middle school uniform with large, crimson shoes. It was difficult to tell, but she could see a bit of a lean build under his uniform.

"Are you okay?" asked the boy.

"Um… Yes, I'm fine," replied Momo after recollecting her thoughts. "I'm just a bit nervous for today."

"Yeah, me too. But I'm sure we'll do fine."

Momo arched an eyebrow in curiosity to the positive boy. "How are you certain of that?"

The greenette had a confused look when the dark haired girl asked that, as if she asked him an odd question. "Well, you're taking the Entrance Exam for U.A. This is the same place where many great Heroes started out. Their foundations as a Hero came from here, and I'm looking to become one of them. I'm sure you've worked really hard for this, too. It'd be a waste if you weren't sure of yourself."

If she was perfectly honest with herself, she was touched by this boy's concern for her. They don't even know each other and yet, he gave her some words of encouragement despite never asking for it. Unfortunately, the act of kindness was interrupted by a shout of untamed anger.

"DEKU!" shouted a voice from behind the two teenagers.

The shout seemed to have snapped the regal girl out of the serene bubble she created. When the duo turned around, they both saw an angry looking boy with spiky, pale blond hair, small, crimson eyes, and the same uniform as the greenette with an additional cream colored scarf around his neck. As the blond angrily stomped towards 'Deku', he reached into his backpack and threw a different colored scarf at the greenette, this one being red and blue with hints of white throughout the article and yellow at the ends. It heavily resembled the color pattern of a certain blond hero's outfit. Upon closer inspection, it looked like he was panting, like he had just sprinted not too long ago

"You forgot this, idiot," loudly spoke the blond with gnashing teeth.

"Oh, thanks!" spoke 'Deku' as he wrapped his newly acquired scarf around his neck, completely ignoring the aggressive tone. "Sorry about leaving you behind, Katsuki."

"The fuck you are. I swear if the old hag didn't call me back to get your damn scarf, I would've gotten here before you did." The angry blond then shifted his glare to Momo. "Who the hell is this?"

Seeing as the angry blond boy, named Katsuki, had changed his attention to her, Momo replied with the most regality she can muster. "My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. May I get your names, as well?"

"My name is Izuku Midoriya," replied the greenette. "Nice to meet you, Yaoyorozu." A short pause occurred for the blond to say his name before Izuku spoke to the glaring blond. "Katsuki, she's waiting for you to introduce yourself."

"Yeah, well she can shove it up her ass," barked the blond, causing the dark haired girl to return the glare in offense. "Why the hell would I give my name to some extra, especially when she wants to act all high and mighty in front of us?"

"Fine then. His name is Katsuki Bakugo."

"Goddamnit, Deku!"

Momo's anger turned to confusion as she watched the angry blond boy began to viciously noogie the green haired boy into submission, the latter crying out in agony of his messy hair getting more messed up.

'This is… odd,' thought the dual Quirk user as she watched the one sided roughhousing. She noticed their little act had drawn the attention of several students that were passing by, but didn't really dwell in it as she put her attention back to the duo.

After a while of having a fist twist into his skull, Izuku decided to tap out and begged the angry blond to release him. Katsuki got in one last twist of his fist before letting his victim go.

"Don't go spouting my name to any other extra or I'll do worst next time! Got it, Deku?!" roared Katsuki.

"Don't call everyone else 'extras', Katsuki," replied Izuku, his face completely unfazed from the angry blond's yelling. "That's impolite."

"Like hell, it's impolite!"

"Well, you never know. Maybe there's someone here that can overmatch you."

"Stop spouting bullshit! Everyone here is beneath my goddamn foot!"

"So, um…" awkwardly interrupted Momo, causing both friends to look at her. "Are you two friends? Or acquaintances? You seem very familiar with one another."

"None of your business, Ponytail!"

"We've been friends since we were kids," replied Izuku, to Katsuki's chagrin.

"What did I say about opening your mouth?!"

"Nothing. You just said not to spout your name."

The angry blond was about to refute, but stopped when he realized what the greenette said was true. He growled in anger before pulling ahead of him to the auditorium.

"Let's just get our seats, damn it," growled the angry blond before he muttered 'fucking smartass' under his breath.

"Oh, right." Izuku paused before addressing the taller girl. "Good luck, Yaoyorozu. You can do this!"

The dark haired teen could only look on as the greenette caught up to his angry, blond friend. As she watched them interact, she couldn't help but feel some levity in what she was going up against. It wasn't that long ago that she was doubtful about her chances of getting in. But right now, it was the farthest thing from her mind. Right now, she is going to take on whatever lies ahead.

'I can do this.'

AN: Soooo? What do you thiiink? Are you intriiiigued? Does this fill you with...

Okay, that's enough of the low key, attention whore attitude. So this was one of those ideas I've had bouncing around my head for the better half of the year now and only now did I finally puts some words to it. It's definitely much shorter than what I usually do for my fic(s) [I only have one in progress, but I could have more somewhere down the line], but that could change as the story progresses. I'm honestly surprised no one thought of something like this before now. I mean, a Creation Quirk paired with a Destruction Quirk? That sounds like a bad combo... Oddly enough, that's going to be the dynamic in this fanfic between Momo's two Quirks. No spoilers though... Seriously, I have nothing else past this first chapter... well, I have an outline, but it's not much past the Entrance Exam... Also this won't be a top priority, but I will update when I feel like it. (Insert shameless plug in on other fanfic.) Phew... That was a long author's note. At least I'm done-zo.

-OmegaBox

(Edit: 5/21/19

Sooooo, I got bored one night and decided to fix this chapter to… I dunno, the initial chapter felt… I dunno, off? Whatever, this is updated because I felt like it. Bye.)

(Edit 11/1/19

So, I've got a better idea of what I want to do for this fic, so expect further edits in the other chapters. Side note: I'm sooooo thankful I didn't go that far in this story. Otherwise, I woulda had alooot more to change.)