A/N : I was going over this chapter yesterday and was about to post it but my sister stopped me. She literally edited/ pointed out everything that she thought was kind of awkward, and although I am very grateful that she edited this chapter... I had a lot of work to do, haha. That's why I couldn't post it yesterday.
I was literally obsessing on how Ainiru looked, what relationships she had, and what quirk she had. This fanfiction literally took over my life and I thought about it day and night, but I guess it was a great distraction while studying… Because now AP season is over for me, and I could now breathe a sigh of relief. I think I got a somewhat good score on my AP exam…!
Also, thank you for reviewing! Reviews always motivate me, that's why I love people who review! Your reviews always put a smile on my face, hehe. XD
Disclaimer: My Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.
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The last few days passed agonizingly slow as I struggled to adjust to my new life. Not even noticing my victorious mental battles at the end of each day, everyone carried on with their own lives, not even knowing that their world was drawn on paper.
Every day I would wake up with my half-asleep brain, expecting the messy, paper filled walls of my old room, but I always would get a major kick in the teeth as I remembered.
Yukimisaka Ainiru. That's my name now?
It seemed like the memories that came back in dreams when I lost consciousness were only the base memories that I needed to know, because more trickled into my mind whenever I caught sight of something that triggered them.
Lying on Ainiru's huge bed, I stared up at the huge light that was hung on her room's cerulean ceiling. The light, along with the sunlight that was beaming from the huge balcony windows, illuminated the room which was awash with vivid shades of blue.
Ainiru's room was spacious, compared to my old small bedroom. Gleaming white quartz covered the floors, as towering black bookshelves covered one wall. A big study desk was pushed toward one side, filled with colorful stationery, workbooks, and notebooks.
Ainiru is rolling in money, but I bet that she doesn't even know that! Just like her best friend, Momo..!
Just think that I'm having a vacation in a luxury hotel that I can't even afford in my first life! That would be easier for my brain to adjust.
"Miss, you should get ready for dinner." Natsumi, a maid that Ainiru had considered as an older sister, beckoned me toward Ainiru's huge ebony dressing table. Standing up from the plushy bed, I hesitantly sat down on the cushioned stool that Natsumi held out for me.
Various arrays of makeup containers and skin care bottles stood in uniform lines, all perfectly arranged on the dressing table. A huge mirror sparkled in front of me, which I was sure that Natsumi or somebody had polished it to a shine multiple times. Having maids to clean up everything would have been great back in my world..! Apparently, Ainiru is a neat freak. She would probably grimace at my messy, small room, even though she doesn't make facial expressions that much.
It's a wonder how Ainiru didn't become a spoiled brat like Veruca Salt. Slightly clearing my throat, I said the very things that Ainiru said routinely to Natsumi every day. "Can you do my hair again, Natsumi?"
"Of course, Miss."
My eyes bulged comically when I met eyes with my reflection. Oh my gosh, who the HECK are y-! Ah, right. ...It's me.
Natsumi gave me a weird side eye, as she gently dragged a brush through my soft locks of hair.
No matter how many times I keep on reminding myself that it's not going to be me, I keep on thinking that it is me! Even though I was inwardly grimacing from embarrassment, I still kept looking at the clear image of Ainiru that was shown in the mirror.
As Natsumi went on braiding my plaits, I felt somewhat consoled as I kept on scanning my face. As I kept staring at my reflection in curiosity, I realized that I assumed a few things wrong about my appearance.
I thought Ainiru was a redhead at first, but apparently she's not. Her hair… is like a mix of….purple and red. Where did I see that color before? Ah, right…! I snapped my fingers mentally in my head.
Wine. Wine-colored hair. Specifically, claret-colored hair. Assemble that along with her crystal-water colored eyes, Ainiru is seriously pretty..!
I suddenly remembered when I had looked into a mirror for the first time a few days ago. I screamed like a banshee, so high that I myself was cackling at the end. I thought I had a brain aneurysm when I saw that my eyebrows were a different color. If I was a K-pop idol, I would be really used to it though.
….To think about it, how in heck did I get here?
I'm in someone else's body right now. So, somehow, my soul went into another person's physical body, combining both of our memories, feelings, and experiences. But then where is Ainiru's soul right now? Does this even make sense?!
Ugh, I feel like I'm treading on thin ice right now! If I count on what the crazy lady said, when is the envelope going to come? Hopefully, it would explain everything.
…...If I recall correctly, I didn't see or hear Ainiru getting mentioned anywhere in the manga or anime. Since the story is in Izuku Midoriya's point of view and along with the fact that she didn't go to UA, obviously no reader nor anime watcher would know about he—-
OW! I attempted to hide my wince as Natsumi tugged unforgivingly at the remaining wisps of my hair while trying to loop strands into the hair ornament. "Are you okay, Miss?"
"Yes. I'm okay."
"...Alright, Miss." With a curious glance at me, she smoothed down some stray hairs. "Miss, you should go down to the main hall now."
"Alright. Thank you, Natsumi."
She bowed as I left my room with soft, graceful steps. As soon as I went out of her sight, I felt my original brisk, hard pace return. I never knew that meals can be this stressful….!
I could see why Ainiru just wanted to take her little brother and leave this family. This family… just being next to them makes my stress levels go so high…!
Joy is always at the source of food! Yet this situation proves me totally wrong. Let's hope that I don't get indigestion again…..! I thought I was going to die last time from how bloated I felt!
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I went down the wide, marble staircase that led to the main hallway of Ainiru's house, my stomach churning at the thought of having to interact with Ainiru's family members.
Ainiru's siblings always had to greet Otousan at the main entrance of her home. It was to show respect, similarly like how I always walked to the door and called out a greeting to my mom when she came back from work late at night. I'm slightly glad that Japanese culture is somewhat easy for me to adapt to, considering that I'm Korean….
I quietly took my spot between Third Brother and Tsuiniko, as my hawk-eyed family members immediately noticed my appearance. Please don't talk to me, Please don't talk to me!
"Ainiru, how come you were in your room all day long? I stopped by your room but you didn't answer." Keitomo quietly greeted me, his mouth twitching up to a soft smile.
Dang it!
Keitomo Yukimisaka. Ainiru's third older brother. One of Ainiru's brothers who is the closest with Ainiru. But why does he need to talk to me right now!?
….I'm worried that I might slip up and act unlike Ainiru!
Calm down, Aera. Just rely on your memories and try to mimic how Ainiru behaves!
Trying my best to replicate Ainiru's facial expressions, I slightly smiled and added a touch of an apology to appear on my face. "I'm sorry, Oniisan. I wasn't feeling that well today."
"Really? Is it because you slipped down the stairs a few days ago?"
"...Maybe, Oniisan. I'm not quite sure."
Keitomo opened his mouth to say something but Second Brother cut him off. You. I dislike you so much that I want to chop up the nearest bonsai tree and shove it down your throat!
Tokisora Yukimisaka was Ainiru's second brother and was Keitomo's twin. The two are just polar opposites in how they treat me, how they act, and even their personalities...!
"Well, well, Ainiru." Tokisora drawled condescendly, leaning on Keitomo's shoulder with an arm. Keitomo stiffened.
"It seems like the little mouse left her sewer hole. And she doesn't look presentable at all today. What will Otousan say?"
Tch, why does this non-existent, fictional person bother me so much...! Makes me uncomfortable, considering that he should be drawn on paper! ...He's just paper, for goodness's sake!
"... Otousan would say that I would look exceptionally pretty today." Pushing the limits as far as I could dare, I sent an unrattled smile to Tokisora. He looked astounded for a millisecond, but quickly recovered.
He opened his mouth to release another barrage of venomous snark but thankfully, the nearby maids hurried forward and opened the main doors to our home as Otousan strolled in. Saved by Otousan! ...I never knew that I would be happy to see Ainiru's father...
On a reflex, I then folded myself into a respective bow, with my hands folded over my stomach. My siblings followed.
Otousan was a tall, intimidating person, with the same hair and eye colors that Ainiru had. Ainiru had mixed feelings about her dad. Some resentment, some longing, some love, some disappointment, with other strong emotions varying on a spectrum. I guess she just accepted his treatment of her in the end.
While sometimes how he talks and acts just irks me to no end!
I raised back my head. "Good Evening, Otousan. Did you have a good day at work?" I said impulsively in Ainiru's flowery voice, the words tumbling out of my lips. I almost faltered while speaking, surprised at my own courage. Fudgemallow sticks, Ainiru never started off the greetings before! Whoops!
You know what, heck with it! I'm going to get my greeting done and over with!
Otousan swiveled around after giving a nearby maid his jacket. I heard a note of pleasant surprise in his voice. "Hm. Work went fine, Ainiru. Thank you for asking. Was your day eventful? Did your head hurt?"
I answered the best I could without taking a breath of hesitation. "My day was wonderful, Otousan. And no, my head does not hurt at all."
"I see. Good to hear that. What about you, Misen?"
"Very well, Otousan." My older sister, Misen Yukimisaka, had arrived right next to us silently after I did. I rarely saw her except at meal times. Apparently even Ainiru was used to her older sister's seclusive behavior.
Private. Keeps to herself. Never talks to Ainiru, even though Ainiru wishes that she did. After all, they are both born from different mothers. Misen, from Otousan's divorced first wife. Ainiru, from Otousan's third wife, her Aumma.
Otousan nodded in response and moved on. "Onsatoi, Tokisora, Keitomo. Come to my study after dinner. I would like to discuss how you are doing in your hero training."
"Yes, Otousan." My older brothers inclined their heads down in obedience. Seeing his chance, Tsuiniko went forward and tugged on Otousan's arm. "Otousan, I managed to do that move that Fujiniro-Sensei taught me! And I managed to finish my lessons a few hours before you came!"
"That's my boy! What else have you learned today?" Everyone, seeing that the greetings were finished, agreed silently in unison to walk to the dining room. I followed along, with Keitomo at my side.
Dang, I'm an outsider in this family, and I could see clearly how Otousan likes his sons over his daughters more! You can literally tell by the amount of words that Otousan exchanged with Misen and I and how quickly he moved on..!
...I could see why Ainiru wanted some attention and love from her father, considering that she could see the imbalance of the attention and love that Otousan gave her and with how much he is dishing out to her brothers.
Hmm.. actually I'm… okay with Otousan not having interactions with me. If that were to happen, I would probably have a huge migraine after! As long as he doesn't make me pissed, then it's fine. It's one less person to fool.
Did I just sound like some kind of evil clone of Ainiru? I swallowed a snicker that threatened to break out on my face as I walked.
Anyway, a toast to another fun time of finding out what kind of dishes that I'm going to eat today!
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The dining room was colossal. To me at least. Back in reality, I had a small, collapsible table to eat simple meals with my family everyday.
The crystal chandelier gave off magnificent light, beaming upon the array of dishes that were placed on the luxurious table that Ainiru and her family ate meals at. While looking around while trying to eat, I saw that the ivory-painted walls were adorned with ornamental pieces, even traditional katanas and armor that I was sure were handed down in Otousan's family for centuries.
An octopus tentacle, dipped in soy sauce. A roasted fish here. Shrimp! I softly clicked my wooden, rounded chopsticks together, again noticing the difference between them and the ones that I had used in my own world.
They are not made of metal, like the ones I have always used. It feels unusual, but familiar. This feeling…? Dejavu, again.
Swallowing, my eyes hunted the dishes on the table for something I could try out. This became a routine for me over the past few days because I had never seen these kinds of foods before. Trying out new Japanese food... Let's think that I'm staying at a five-star hotel in Japan! That is more reassuring than me remembering that all this delicious food should be drawn on paper!
Using my chopsticks, I picked up some fish roe while spooning through seafood stew that had red pepper oil added to it. As I started to dig through my rice to eat them together, Keitomo spoke to me.
"Ainiru, isn't the stew too spicy for you? I thought that you didn't like spicy food."
I almost gave him a look of disbelieving horror before I managed to stop myself. What kind of person doesn't like to eat the fiery taste of life?! Apparently, Ainiru. She's been missin' out on the fun stuff!
"...I'm just trying spicy food again, Oniisan."
"Oh, okay."
At least Keitomo talks to Ainiru.. Without him, Ainiru would have to stay silent like what Misen is doing. I sneaked a peek at Ainiru's older sister, who was quietly eating what was on her plate.
Otousan was discussing hero events that happened today with my brothers while eating, with Tokisora, my second oldest brother, chiming in details and facts every second he could. All of them are hero fanatics!
As their conversation went on and on, I immensely disliked how Otousan ignored Misen and I, and didn't look at us while eating. It's as if he's telling us that our opinions don't matter at all! This is totally different from how I was accepted in my family, where I could talk whatever I had wanted, with my family including me in their conversations...!
Then again, this is better because then I could talk less and raise fewer alarms that I wasn't Ainiru. Let's just focus on eating..!
Tentatively chewing on some fish, I got distracted by the huge, sliced octopus leg that was lying a few inches away from me. Dang, that looks tasty! Oh, I wish that there was spicy red chili paste here so I could dip a piece in! There is only soy sauce and wasabi!
"Yukimisaka-sama, an envelope was found on the doorstep."
I froze, my chopsticks freezing along with me. Wait a second…! Hold up, did he just say envelope?! I immediately turned to see our butler showing Otousan a shiny envelope.
An envelope... which was exactly the same shade and color of the crazy lady's hair, except more shimmery! So much that it looked like a certain crazy lady had swallowed and spat it back up with gem facets.
Oh shoot, what in the fudging hell do I do?! I can't let Otousan open it! What do I do?!
Otousan frowned as he took the envelope. "Hmm. Doesn't have anything written on it." His hand moved to the edge of the envelope, which seemed to me that he was about to rip its side and take out the letter inside.
"Otousan, I-," My lips opened on their own accord, my sudden panic causing me to burst out speaking. Horrified, my panicked brain tried to figure out what to say while all of my family looked at me at my sudden outburst.
Standing up, I then reached out a steadied hand as my heart resounded in my ears, so loud that I was positive that everyone in the dining room could hear it.
"Otousan, that envelope. It's mine. Please give it to me."
Keitomo side-eyed me with light-hearted suspicion, while Second Brother smothered his snicker into his napkin. Eldest Brother merely raised his eyebrows a millimeter. Misen raised her head to glance over me briefly, then looked down at the table again, disinterested.
"Who is it from?" Otousan asked calmly, but I could see the gleam of sly curiosity in his clear-water eyes.
"It is from a friend." Well, Lady Imagination is.. um, a friend….I think. A very menacing friend.
"...Really?"
"It is not from a boy, Otousan. You know that I will ask your permission first." Ainiru would probably ask her father first if he approved of her having a boyfriend.
Otousan didn't say anything for a few seconds, contemplating the weight of what I had said. "Tell me about this.. friend."
Caught off by what Otousan responded with, I vouched out the only person that I knew so well.
Myself.
"She is.. a pen pal from America. She…. lives in California." Squeezing out the last sentence, I winced inwardly at my unreasonable excuse. Ugh.. that doesn't make sense obviously because there is no address on the freaking envelope!
I pressed on, trying to explain the situation the best I could. "I….was trying to get it earlier and peeled off her address sticker before you came in. It must have fallen at the doorstep.….I thought that you wouldn't approve. Otousan." I bowed my head slightly to hide the grimace that spread across my face.
What is this BUNDLE OF LIES?!
I don't spew out this amount of lies usually! It always makes me queasy when I lie!
…..It feels like... I would have to lie multiple times in the future.
I hate this. I hate this, I hate this situation with all my heart!
"...All right. You may have it."
My sudden anger erased by Otousan's response, I mentally pumped a fist in triumph. Yes! Thank goodness!
I got up slowly from my seat while trying to contain my eagerness. Passing by my seated family members, I gently took the letter out of his hand. I wish I could just open it right now!
As I returned to my seat, I sat down and placed the envelope behind my back securely.
The envelope radiated heat onto my spine like a microwave as I stared down at my bowl to avoid the curious looks that Keitomo and Tsuiniko were giving me. My family continued eating but my huge appetite disappeared as my ignited curiosity burned higher and higher.
Oh, I just want to see what's inside..! I half-heartedly crunched on some pickled lotus roots, while deliberating furiously if to just leave the table or to wait until everyone had finished like how Ainiru had always done.
If I get up now…..everyone knows that I'm going to see the letter!
But is that a sin?! Of course I would want to read it, considering that… It's from my beloved pen pal.
I should see the letter, because it's definitely more important than anything else!
Finally settling on a decision, I put down my chopsticks without a sound. On instinct, I wiped my mouth with a nearby napkin unconsciously. "Otousan, I feel like the food isn't settling in my stomach very well. May I excuse myself for the rest of dinner?"
Otousan's forehead scrunched up as he looked at me with a knowing glance. He probably thinks that I'm going to go read the letter.
"... All right, Ainiru. You may go." After inclining my head, I immediately stood up from my seat and walked quietly away from the table, feeling my family's gazes boring into my head acutely.
Out of sight, I began to traipse to my room as fast as I could. I fisted my hand that held the letter. Even under my strong grip, the envelope did not fold under the pressure, showing its unreal-like quality.
Please explain everything! Please! This letter is only my lifeline!
As soon as I reached my room, I immediately closed the doors and hunkered down at my big study desk. Nervousness overflowing, my shaking fingers quickly tried to peel the envelope's flap until I lost my patience and ripped its side.
I took a gleaming, folded paper out, my heartbeat's pace reaching its climax as my eyes quickly read the flowing, sprawling script on it.
Hello, Aera Kim. It's Lady Imagination.
You surely haven't forgotten the real reason that you are here right? I hope you aren't stupid. It would be a pain guiding an idiot through the world that you are in.
To keep it short, your role is to be the protagonist. Of my new fanfiction, of course. Every move, every action you take, every thought you have will be recorded down and written for my readers to enjoy. Provide some entertainment for them. Surely you can do that, can you?
What Lady Imagination is planning to do… is just plainly invasive! Of my privacy!
And fan fiction? Seriously?! …. Now that I think of it… I think I have seen a "Lady Imagination" on the internet before. I think she… was a fanfiction writer? And I think I've read her Harry Potter, Naruto, Attack on Titan, Solo Leveling fan fictions in my free time.
…..Oh my gosh. Oh gosh.
Wait a second—WHAT?! Is Lady Imagination… the Lady Imagination that sent me this letter…
...SHE'S THE ONE WHO WROTE THEM!? Some of the most well-known fanfictions on the internet?!
W-were those OCs actual people?
Shoot….I was getting entertained by the hardships of actual people!? I was there laughing when they got their asses handed to them?! I was just sleeping peacefully when they were in life and death situations?!
In utter disbelief, I smacked a palm on my desk, feeling like karma was sniggering at my demise right now. Placing the other elbow that had the letter in hand on the desk, I released a puff of air in denial.
I started to laugh quietly, feeling my vexation clustered up from the last few days beginning to simmer.
...This feels like I'm the main character of the Truman Show! Except that… I'm in a fictional world right now!
I contemplated ripping up the letter, fuming from learning what Lady Imagination was about to do to me.
….What if I throw up my hands in defeat and abandon everything this crazy lady is saying? I could just live out my life as Ainiru Yukimisaka! She's rich and she's pretty. Forget about the sexist, suffocating people in her family….! She literally has everything that I ever wanted!
I could easily just become a surgeon instead of a nurse, and move out of this family…! I could literally just live out the remainder of my life here….!
But…. I miss my family a lot.
And… I don't belong here. ...I am from another world. As sad as I'm to say it, I'm an outsider in this world.
After all, I can't just tell anyone that I was isekai'd here and that I knew the future. That would be just…. plain stupid!
Trying to distract myself from the cold, bitter truth, I continued on reading.
You may think that you can just live in peace and ignore me. Think again. I am the ruler of imagination. I influence things, things that you can never expect in the worlds of fiction.
So if you even take action to do exactly what I just wrote, something very unfortunate will happen to you that I would influence. Whether a car would run you down on the street, or a villain may target you and your family for your riches. Let your imagination run wild. You will end up dead regardless, painfully dying with strong regrets.
Having this in mind, I'm now letting you know that your goal for now is…
To get into UA. No matter what it takes, get accepted into UA. Then I will make you be placed in Class 1-A, and your plot takes off from there.
If you fail, it's simple. Read what I've written a few paragraphs ago. I won't worry about your motivation. Humans always do anything to avoid death anyway.
If it's so hard for you to accept it, think of it as a game. Humans always love playing games even though they die multiple times.
Lastly, here's a little gift from me. Eat this letter. Expect some changes to happen~^^
"What!? Is she telling me to eat this paper!" Upon reading this line, I felt like I had gotten struck with a blazing bolt out of the blue.
Flabbergasted, I stared at the letter, wondering if I really had to eat this. All my melancholiness disappeared. The parallelism is familiar…! Deku ate All Might's hair to inherit his quirk! And I….
I fiddled with a corner of the letter, seriously considering whether to eat it. Well, paper is better than hair….
Wait... Before I eat it, I should read this letter again. No, I should write it down. Who knows if there was information that I just skimmed over…!
Putting the letter down on the glassy, smooth surface of my desk, I translated the letter in English with a random pen. Ainiru's handwriting is very simple but neat. Whereas my handwriting just flies off the paper. It was like chicken scratch!
Lady Imagination didn't answer my burning questions though… which is so frustrating! If I ever meet her again face to face, I'm going to rage at her before she could disappear..!
Now. To do the impossible. I'm pretty sure I ate paper when I was a squalling toddler back then but…!
Folding the letter into a small, itty-bitty rectangular piece, I hesitated.
It's paper!
...Do it!
I shoved it into my mouth and started chewing. Surprisingly as I chewed, the paper melted in my mouth like honeyed wafers and I was able to swallow it down with no trouble.
As soon as I swallowed it, something popped up right in my face. I almost fell out of my chair, startled. Fudgemallow Sticks, that scared me! What the hell is that?!
A glowing hologram showed up right in front of me as luminous letters typed out themselves in the air.
This is the way I would contact you from now on. I don't want to write out any more letters.
Lady Imagination! You freaking scared me! I thought that you would be giving me a quirk, instead making things easier for yourself!
It would be best if you saw your profile.
Disappointment made itself felt, but I pushed forward. Hesitantly raising a hand, I pressed on an avatar icon on the side and a picture of Ainiru Yukimisaka showed, along with an information profile.
Name: Aera Kim: 김애라
Role: Ainiru Yukimisaka: 雪三坂 藹俏 (Mira Yoon: 윤미라)
Job: Protagonist
Birthdate: November 23
Gender: Female
Nationality: Korean-Japanese
Age: 11
My eyes bugged out like humongous marbles when I saw the next piece of information.
Quirk: Computer Virus
Computer...Virus? That's… my quirk?!
Can do anything that computer viruses can do to inorganic and organic matter.
That just makes me more confused…. How? How does my quirk work!? What kind of connection does it have with…. Computer Virus?
I puzzled over it, feeling both wonder and excitement flooding within me, but I pushed it away with a mental thrust. Come on, Aera! Concentrate!
….Anyway, let's move on. I should be able to figure out….my quirk out later.
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Goal: Getting Accepted at UA With No Help
Penalty: Death
I stared at the sentence for a long time as I anxiously chewed on a fingernail.
Death. Penalty. Death. Why the fuck are the stakes so high?!
Breathe! Don't have a brain aneurysm right now, Aera! ….Just think of getting accepted at UA!
I freaking forgot that getting into UA is no simple thing! Just from reading the manga and seeing the anime, almost all the fans of My Hero Academia think that getting into UA is easy...
…I'm guilty of that as well.
...But getting into UA is hella not easy! Ainiru's memories of the famous legacy of UA proves that!
If I compare it to college applications, it would be like… applying and getting accepted to the top Ivy League Universities! And in my original world, I can't even think about getting accepted to Ivy League universities! They are on par with each other, except that UA is a high school!
Plus, I would have to study for the written exams! I hate studying!
Tugging at the ends of my hair in worry, I groaned deeply. But I want to live! I really don't want to die!
Remembering that Momo was in the same grade as me, I began to count the amount of time I had left until the real plot started.
…..2 and 1/2 years to train and study for UA. 2 1/2 years. Breathe. Deku took 10 months to train and he got in….!
Nooo, that's not a good comparison! Deku has his heroic mindset, his smartness and determination, plus his main character privileges! I have none! Unlike Lady Imagination, his creator actually wants him to survive and win!
...From what I can observe, Lady Imagination doesn't exactly care about my fate! Does she? No, I don't think so.
Calm down. Calm down. Let's brainstorm ways to train! Studying… I would just need to suffer while pulling through! I'm used to that!
Flicking my hand here and there and stopping once the glowing screen disappeared from my view, I then snatched a paper and scribbled down "Goal: Get into UA". I clicked on the end of the pen multiple times, thinking long and hard while doing so.
Ainiru certainly has the connections and the money to be recommended! If I can just train for the race—
….No, Lady Imagination says that I can't have any help!
Recommendations are out of the question. Plus, Otousan wouldn't allow me to because of his stubbornness…!
Guess I can't be recommended even though it would definitely be easier.
Sighing despondently, I wrote out "Practical Exams" on the top of the paper. This is the only way then. Now, how to train.
Thank goodness that in my original world, Mom dragged me wailing to the Tae Kwon Do academy next door ever since I started grade school! If I didn't, I wouldn't have any experience with fighting or anything!
Remembering my black belt hanging in my old room, my lips twitched into a hopeful smile. Mom… it seems like you saved my life so many times… thank you..!
I suddenly remembered what kind of situation Ainiru had with her quirk and groaned again loudly, lightly beating my fist against my desk. Ainiru! Why the fudging heck didn't you use your quirk a lot during these last 7 years of your life! You didn't use it at all! Just because it reminded you of your freaking dream!
If Ainiru had more experience and practice with her quirk, it would have been so much easier for me!
Compared to everyone, she's so behind in her ability in using her quirk! I need to catch up to everyone in my age group! I knocked my head down on the desk in utter frustration.
Ow! Why did I do that! Massaging my sore forehead, my fist tightened around the pen as I tried to remember how Ainiru had used her quirk for the first time.
I think… I was about four years old? ….I was extremely annoyed by Tokisora's taunting of me so I had wished with all my heart childishly that his precious phone would break…
Then a flash of something blue flew toward his phone and absorbed into it… and the phone started vibrating heavily, with the screen cracking with every millisecond, until the phone's glowing screen blinked out with a crackle of electricity...
The next thing I knew… Tokisora was yelling that I had broken his phone and that it wasn't working anymore…!
...But how does that work!? How is that connected with computer viruses?!
A sudden thought occurred to me.
Should I… try it out?
Electrified, I stood up breathlessly and took a small book from the black bookshelves that were next to my desk. I stared down at it uneasily.
….How do I activate my quirk? I can't even imagine this even happening!
This can't happen… It's impossible…!
Plus… what if my quirk works by destroying only electronic devices? Who knows if my quirk would work on this book..?
And if my quirk actually activates….
…...Well, it's another piece of evidence that proves that I'm actually here.
My arm drew back backwards and flinged the book into the air. Hypnotized, my eyes watched it as it flew toward the ceiling and fell toward me in slow motion.
….Destroy it…!
Something fiery and zesty exploded in my chest and rushed down my limbs in an overpowering tsunami. In a flash, something blue with unfurling wings emerged from my arm and soared through the air toward the falling book. It disappeared as soon as it had touched the book.
Starting from the place where it had made contact with it, glowing neon blue circuit board patterns streaked through the book in milliseconds and disappeared...
.. Then with a sudden violent wrench, all the strings in the book's bindings got torn out, with a sudden explosion of yellowed paper pages filling the air.
A luminous blue butterfly sprang out of the black covers once the pages were detached from the book. It fluttered over to me, its antennae curling to the side as it regarded me curiously. My mouth closed and opened in shock multiple times.
The paper pages floated down in a shower over me as I stood there in thunderstruck disbelief.
…..!
Wow. This is…. This is….!
This is..!
…!
... A butterfly just flew out of my arm and ripped pages out from a book! While in the air, nonetheless!
I have... a quirk….!
I have a quirk!
This is unbelievable!
Disbelieving laughter started bubbling out of me as I beckoned the butterfly back to me with an instinctual hand flick toward me in utter delight. The butterfly fluttered over to my outstretched hand, landed on my fingers.
I brushed a shaking finger against its wings, feeling its hard solid wings as it tittered like the tinkling of small bells.
This is real…! I have a quirk!
My blood fired up as I clenched my fists, feeling an intoxicating thrill sprint through my veins. Everyday I always question if I'm actually in a fictional world… and the evidence is right here! I... never had a special power or some sort in my real world!
I'm actually here..!
As if reflecting my intense elation, the spritely butterfly lifted from my fist and fluttered enthusiastically around me. I watched it flitter here and there, with hope rising in my chest, so much that I felt dizzy.
And now… Now that I know how to activate my quirk… I should experiment with it! Then train with it with everything I've got...
And if I try my best…. I will get accepted into UA!
Small doubts started to float into my thoughts but I shook them away with a physical shake of my head.
….I will get accepted! Believe it!
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A/N: It would be nice if you write your expectations for this story in a review! Also include what you liked and disliked about this chapter if you like..! XD
Aera has a weird personality mash-up right now in this chapter and her thought processes are different from how she acts. Aera's real personality comes out later as Aera starts to not care about what other people thought of her as time goes by. Right now, she is restricting what she says and does because she feels like she should.
I know that this is getting long also. I know that most My Hero Academia OC fanfictions have their OCs go to UA in the first chapter and here am I, writing out full chapters in which Aera still doesn't attend UA. I want to get to that part as soon as possible, but I think this part of Aera's story is needed.
Oh, gosh. The names..! I was researching kanji and their meaning for a few weeks, trying to make Ainiru's name and her family members' names. All the names mentioned in this chapter are all made by yours truly, except for Natsumi and Asagao, Ainiru's mom. That was because I got tired.
And another thing. I know that the usual "sexist family" background is very clique, but it's still out there. Especially in Asian countries, including Japan. Since I live in America, it often slips my mind that there are girls out there, unable to do the things that they want to do because of their family members. If you guys don't believe me that sexism still exists in Asia, search up what the Fillipino president said about his daughter. You would be fired up.
To Argo Devilian: Yep, Car-kun got replaced! I'm not so sure if I heard of the gun that the Car-kun has so please enlighten me more about it!
Finally, please review again…! I will try my best in writing/editing out the next chapter, which might come out in a few days. Or it would cost some more days because I have to make a small documentary and its due during finals. Thumbs up!