Besides that, little confrontation in homeroom, Amaya's day was pretty regular. Her class had average subjects they had to learn like the general studies kids, so it was easy for her. Considering all she did was study and train, still the day seemed to pass by slowly.

Since her secret was practically school knowledge by now she had let her cat features out, noticing more stares of fear in her direction. Still, none of the teachers shocked her or outright abused her which was a plus. There were a lot of uncomfortable stares and grim looks during roll call but besides that there wasn't much to complain about.

She was pretty much ignored by her class with the exception of Midoriya who waved and smiled at her as he came in. Iida and Uraraka weren't so brave but they nodded in her direction before taking Midoriya's attention away and talking to him. She didn't have to deal with much besides the now two dark glares she received from the people that sat in front of her. However, they too only glared, never approaching her so she counted that as a win.

When it was time for lunch, she debated whether or not to stay in the classroom. Aizawa gave her money to buy food but she wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with the cafeteria filled with people who hated or feared her.

Seeing as most of her classmates were heading towards the cafeteria Amaya almost stayed in the class until she saw Yaoyorozu glaring at her. She made up her mind and decided to spend the next 45 minutes just wandering the halls. She could always visit Aizawa, but she didn't want to interrupt him if he was busy or worry him about not eating in the cafeteria. As she headed out a familiar voice called out to her.

"H-hey Amaya-chan! W-wanna join us for lunch?" Midoriya asked her, Iida and Uraraka a little away from them. Amaya inwardly smiled when she heard Midoriya say her name and felt a spark of happiness at the offer. Especially since Midoriya didn't seem afraid, even coming closer to her.

That spark died however, when she saw Iida and Uraraka's faces which were badly trying to hide the fact that they hated the idea. They seemed to be uncomfortable, maybe even still scared of her despite their acknowledgements.

"Ha! You really thought you could make friends here? Don't be daft. You can only make enemies; you sure did this morning."

Gold eyes glazing over and expression staying flat, Amaya shook her head at Midoriya's offer. He seemed a little taken aback by her response but slowly nodded.

"A-ah right s-sorry. You probably don't want to sit with us. S-sorry for disturbing you, have a good lunch," Midoriya sounded dejected as he moved to join his friends. Amaya felt her chest clench at his sad expression and immediately tried to make him feel better.

"What are you doing? This is perfect, now he won't bother you!"

Ignoring the bad thoughts Amaya called out to Midoriya, "Wait, that's not why. It's just that your friends don't seem to be comfortable around me, so I don't want to cause trouble. It's very kind of you to ask me but I can tell when I'm not wanted and that's okay," she explained looking from Midoriya to Uraraka and Iida.

Both friends flinched at the fact that they were caught and Midoriya frowned at them before looking back at Amaya to try and convince her.

Before he could waste his energy, she gave him an excuse to not go, "Also I just don't like crowded areas, me and people don't mix so don't feel bad. I'm going to go now, enjoy your lunch."

With those parting words she left the group and began to aimlessly wander the halls.

Midoriya looked at his friends, disappointment surrounding him and making Uraraka and Iida feel worse about what just occurred.

Amaya was blunt and could see through their facades. She called out just how cowardly the two students were. She was right, she wasn't even trying to be mean to them; she was simply stating a fact.

"Guys, why don't you want her to sit and eat lunch with us? Can't you see how alone she is? No one wants to talk to her or even be near her," Midoriya sadly pointed out.

His chest tightened as he remembered how all of his classmates kept an obvious distance between themselves and her. All throughout class she was forced to sit away from everyone, and during the breaks she was by herself, simply looking out the window or reading a book. It reminded him of himself in middle school.

No friends, no one who liked him or tried to talk to him.

"Well Midoriya, did you ever stop to think why no one wants to associate with her? You do know who her parents are correct?" Iida huffed, his anger coming out. Anger at Amaya or himself, he couldn't tell.

Midoriya's eyes widened in surprise at Iida's response and Uraraka kept quiet, her head down biting her lip.

"O-of c-course I know! Everyone does! But what her parents did isn't who she is. All of us ostracizing her, making her feel like she's a villain isn't right. We're supposed to be heroes and save people. Right now, no one is trying to save her. She hasn't done anything since she's been here and obviously U.A. agrees if they let her into the hero track. Doesn't she deserve a chance? Just like all of us?"

Midoriya's voice became louder, growing more frustrated as he spoke. He felt horrible for Amaya. The incident happened when she was how old? Around 11 maybe? Four years without her parents and being treated like some criminal wasn't something people could just deal with. The fact that she was here and was trying showed she deserved recognition.

Iida and Uraraka had never heard Midoriya sound so angry before, he didn't even stutter that much.

Internalizing his words, they both felt shame creep up.

"Deku-kun's right. She offered me her hand and even said 'I am here.' She's trying and none of us are seeing that. I don't know how she can stay so expressionless. If I had to deal with people who treated me like that I'd probably break down and cry every time," Uraraka stated, feeling guilty as she remembered the firm pale hand that pulled her up. The same hand that had small tremors that no one noticed but she could feel.

"Yes, you are both correct. We are training to be heroes and if we can't even save our own classmate, we will never be able to move forward properly," Iida concluded, his fist tight in frustration at his own inability to help a fellow student.

Determined to befriend the cat girl, the three friends had a flow of resolution fill them. This would be the last time Amaya ate alone if they could help it.

As Amaya wandered the halls, she took the time to appreciate the fact that she could walk by herself again. No one needed to follow her and take her outside with chains. She still had her collar, but it didn't even bother her all that much anymore. She just accepted that it was a part of her.

Walking around was making her hungry so she decided to go sit in one of the empty classes not too far away from her own and just wait until the bell rang.

Opening the sliding door and sitting at the closest desk, she expected to be alone. Not to see the same purple-haired boy from yesterday slurping a bowl of ramen noodles staring at her in confusion.

Amaya was about to head out when her stomach decided to just up and die in the loudest way possible.

GRRRRRRG

Her stomach literally screamed causing Amaya's face to blush an extreme shade of red that she couldn't manage to hide.

Just as she was going to turn away to go hide, she heard small chuckles in front of her.

An apple was thrown her way which she caught and looked at purple-hair in confusion.

"I don't need some girl passing out on me or trying to kill me from hunger. Why are you even here, shouldn't you be eating with all your hero friends?" Purple dude snidely asked her.

Raising her eyebrow, her blush thankfully calming down, she remained seated and looked at him in confusion.

"I wouldn't have killed you," is all she responded with before taking a bite of her apple, almost moaning from having something to please her empty stomach.

Noticing how she didn't respond to his question, he snorted then went on to say, "So no friends then? I don't know why you're wearing a shock collar, but something tells me that's why you're here and not with the rest of the heroes."

Amaya finished swallowing her apple before narrowing her eyes towards purple dude.

"Why do you hate heroes?" She asked, genuinely curious as to why he always said the word with such contempt.

"That's none of your business," he blandly replied, staring right into her eyes.

"So why aren't you with them? I thought all 1-A kids liked to stick together," he asked her once again.

"I could tell you it's not none of your business, but you'll probably find out anyway. My name is Amaya Hitachi," Amaya responded in a bored tone, causally taking another bite of her apple. She knew her name would be enough of an explanation plus he took account of her collar already.

She was right; seeing his eyes widened as he looked at her, really looked at her, as if trying to see the similarities between her and the last name she announced.

He couldn't believe he didn't notice the cat features, she definitely didn't have those yesterday. She probably was hiding them before which made sense, this also confirmed her identity even more. He didn't think she was lying, all this evidence helped prove she was being honest. Then again why would she lie about something like this? After his brief analyzation he nodded, his eyes returning to their tired uninterested state.

"Those so-called heroes in training are judging you because of your name. I guess all 1-A people are self-absorbed jerks," he sighed, slurping more of his noodles.

Amaya was midway to taking another bite of her apple when she froze. She couldn't stop the shock from appearing on her face. He didn't care? This purple haired boy knew who she was and wasn't scared?

The boy saw her surprised face and smirked at her. "Don't give me that face. So, what if your parents are villains; you wouldn't be in this school if you were one too. You're just another annoying 1-A kid to me."

Amaya felt her face heat up and warmth spread through her chest.

"This feeling again, I keep getting it. It's nice but it's scary."

"What's your name?" She asked peering right into him, ignoring his remarks.

He was going to be an ass again but when he saw the light in her eyes and a pretty shade of pink spread across her cheeks, he felt his heart clench. He had to answer her sincerely.

"Hitoshi Shinso. General Studies, class 1-C," he answered honestly, his gaze never faltering.

Amaya couldn't even stop the small smile from appearing if she tried. Instead she embraced it in the moment and nodded her head at a shocked looking Shinso.

"It's very nice to meet you Shinso. Thank you for the apple."

The bell rang surprising both Shinso and Amaya. Finishing her apple quickly and throwing away its core, Amaya got ready to leave.

"Don't do it."

Her mind warned her, but she ignored it.

"I hope we can do this again Shinso, have a nice day," with that she left, not seeing his surprise morph into a small smirk on his face or the nod of his head.

"Me too Hitachi, me too."

Settling down back into her seat Amaya wondered what they'd be doing for basic hero training today.

Well more like she wondered about Shinso. He was definitely weird and quiet but so was she. He also had held resentment towards heroes, or at least 1-A for some reason. Still he was honest and not so much of a dick now that she had an actual conversation with him. So, what did that mean? They weren't friends. But could they be? Were they at least lunch buddies now?

"Stop with these dumbass questions. Focus on what's important. You have to become number one."

"I am… coming through the door like a normal person!" A loud voice exclaimed, scaring Amaya, ripping her focus away from her thoughts.

All Might entered the classroom and immediately the excited whispers began.

Amaya herself became a bit star struck. All Might was really here, in the flesh, about to teach her. He was someone that saved so many lives and while he remained popular, he never let it get to his head. He did the right thing because that was simply what he had to do. No ulterior motives and not expecting any compensation. One of the only people she could qualify as a real hero. She was very excited to learn from him.

"Let's get right into it! This is what we'll do today… Combat training!"

The class's energy transformed into a bundle of excitement and nerves. Everyone was curious as to what was in store.

"And to go with that are these!" All Might pointed to the wall next to him where shelves started to protrude through, numbered suitcases appearing in front of everyone.

"Just how much money does this school have?!" Amaya's eyes widened, almost popping out of her head. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, they definitely didn't kid around in U.A.

"Costumes based on your quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started," All Might explained as all the kids cheered in joy.

"Costumes huh. I doubt they'll see mine as very heroic. But Aizawa approved it so no one can say shit about it."

After agreeing to meet in Ground Beta everyone rushed forward to change. Amaya stayed in the back watching her fellow classmates claw to get their case. Once everyone scattered through the doors she went and reached for her own case, 21.

As she made her way to the door, All Might stood before her.

"Young Hitachi, I know that life has been rather unfair towards you. Your classmates and teachers probably distrust and fear you and for that I apologize. However, it is here where you'll show them just how heroic you can be. Go out there and change their minds! Plus Ultra!" All Might cheered, patting Amaya on the back and lightly pushing her through the door. His light push almost sent her sprawling if it wasn't for her cat-like agility. She looked back at him with the slightest blush on her cheeks from his encouragement and nodded determinedly.

She was going to show U.A. and the world what she was made of.

After finishing changing into her costume, she slowly walked out to see herself in the mirror. She wore a full black bodysuit that reached her neck. Unfortunately, the chunky shock collar had to remain on her person all the time, but she focused on the positives. Like the fact that the suit was made of synthetic stretch fabric equipped with micro-suction cups on her fingers and feet, enabling her to adhere to walls and ceilings. Her claws were covered in the same material, allowing her to scratch but preventing her from breaking them so easily.

She had two black pouches on both sides of her hips filled with small first aid equipment such as bandages, gauze, disinfectant and medical tape. She wore a black utility belt across her waist with places to carry knives, daggers and tear gas pellets. Her leather boots reached her knees where more knives were hidden.

On her back were two slings in the shape of an X to hold her katanas. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her cat ears exposed as well as her tail. She had a black mask around her eyes that reached her nose, exaggerating the color of her gold irises and pink lips.

She exposed her wrists; the misty black cat tattoo was on full display. She hated seeing it and wondered if maybe showing that part of her was a mistake.

"Like it or not this could be useful one day. You can't hide what you really are."

Her mind taunted and she gritted her teeth, hating that a small part of her agreed.

Finally satisfied with her look, she headed out of the room and ran through the long corridor through large doors and regrouped with her class. Once she stepped outside, she realized the whole class had been waiting for her. Keeping her blush in check she remained stony-faced and walked to the side alone.

The class had stopped with their giddy compliments towards each other and turned to look at the cat-girl's costume. Some of the boys, mainly the class pervs Mineta and Deniki, felt their faces heat up at the tight suit Amaya wore. She was small and flat, but her costume worked well to show off her subtle curves and toned body.

Some of the girls thought she looked quite adorable with her cat ears and tail. Yet everyone had seemed to unintentionally agree about maintaining their distance and ignoring her. She looked harmless even with the badass costume, but if she was a Hitachi then she was definitely dangerous.

Iida and Uraraka felt guilty about their interaction with Amaya earlier and wanted to make it up to her. They both felt a bit hesitant without Midoriya, who was actually the last student they were waiting for but felt that they had to do this on their own. Midoriya could talk to Amaya alone no problem so they had to do it too.

"H-hey Amaya-chan. You look really cute in your costume!" Uraraka complimented, her voice shaky, body trembling slightly, but she looked Amaya in the eyes and even showed her a small grin.

"Your costume appears quite dynamic. It seems as though there are many compartments as well. Very well put together!" Iida continued looking straight at Amaya, stepping a bit closer to her.

Amaya stood there dumbfounded. Were these the same kids from earlier, who looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but near her? The change in attitudes puzzled her but she couldn't help but feel warmth build in her chest at their attempts.

Her eyes lit up even though she kept face neutral, nodding to them.

"Thank you Uraraka, Iida. I think your costumes suit you both well," Amaya responded, hoping that even with her monotonous voice they could hear that she was trying to be nice.

Before anything else could be said Midoriya burst through the doors with a wide smile on his face. Amaya could instantly tell that his green costume was supposed to imitate All Might and it was doing a very bad job at hiding that fact. She allowed a gentle smile to slip for a bit. His fanboy side was showing, and it reminded her of Kou.

Next to her Uraraka gasped, "Oh Deku-kun."

Midoriya turned and made his way to the three of them.

"Uraraka-chan! Iida-kun! A-Amaya-chan!" He exclaimed as he stopped and analyzed their costumes.

Midoriya couldn't help but blush at the girls' costumes, and felt his throat dry at trying to say something.

Trying to distract himself he noticed for the first time some kind of black drawing on Amaya's wrist.

"A-Amaya-chan I think your wrist is dirty," he pointed out, worriedly looking at her.

Amaya raised a brow before she realized what he meant. Immediately her eyes glazed over and her face converted into a scowl.

"It's my tattoo," she mumbled, leaving it at that but still hiding her wrist behind her back. The small group became very curious about how and why a 15 year old had a black cat tattoo, but after seeing how Amaya reacted, left the subject alone.

Before the atmosphere got too tense, Uraraka thankfully continued speaking.

"Anyways… That looks cool! Really down to earth," she complimented, indicating Midoriya's costume.

Uraraka shyly rubbed her head as she embarrassedly pointed out how tight her own costume was.

Not knowing how to respond, Midoriya floundered and Amaya decided to take pity on him.

"You guys should go to the front to listen to what All Might has to say," she offered, choosing to stay in the back.

Iida agreed and started making his way up with Uraraka following. Midoriya was about to as well when he looked at the unmoving Amaya.

"Let's go Amaya-chan!" Midoriya encouraged, smiling and offering his hand to her.

Everyone around them had become increasingly interested in their exchange for some reason. They gasped in shock at the nerd's hand reaching out to the cat girl.

"Isn't he scared of her?"

"Why is he offering his hand?!"

Amaya could hear the whispers and her eyes started to glaze over. Midoriya could hear them too and frowned watching as the light in her eyes started to dim. Without thinking he grasped her hand and pulled her with him before he could get embarrassed by his actions.

Amaya let out a small sound of surprise but let him pull her. If she really wanted to, she could have made him let her go but… she didn't want to.

Now standing in the front with Midoriya, who let go of her hand and immediately started apologizing for his sudden actions, Amaya felt herself smiling. Iida and Uraraka couldn't contain their surprised expressions at seeing the cat girl truly smile for the first time. It was different from the one she offered when she asked them to call her by her first name. It was so genuine and pretty and they both felt like it suited her more.

Grinning themselves, they gave her a thumbs up before everyone focused on All Might, already ignoring what occurred.

All Might smiled, proud of Midoriya and silently cheering for Amaya.

"Young Midoriya I have a favor to ask you," All Might said, surprising Midoriya who just answered the phone. It was the first thing All Might said and since it was the night before his first day of school tomorrow, Midoriya instantly panicked.

"Y-yes what is it All Might!" Midoriya replied, clutching the phone tightly due to his nerves.

"Listen I know you have a lot on your plate right now. Learning how to control One for All and dealing with school isn't going to be easy. Yet I need you to try and do this for me," All Might continued, his voice pleading to Midoriya.

"Anything All Might! I'll try my best!" Midoriya responded, waiting for his idol to explain the favor.

"You will have a classmate in school that will need your help, young Midoriya. She is Amaya Hitachi, daughter of Scarlet Doll and Tamer…"

Midoriya gasped at hearing those names. He couldn't believe the daughter of two villains was going to attend U.A. and be in his class.

"Based on your reaction I can tell you already know her parents' history. Look, I'm asking that you ignore that. This poor girl has gone through enough hate and will continue to go through it at U.A., no doubt. I know it'll be hard to face her, but she will need friends. People who won't fear her or treat her like a villain. I know that this is a lot to ask of you and I'm not saying you have to be best friends with the girl but please try and look out for her," All Might pleaded, his voice filled with pain and sympathy.

Midoriya couldn't wrap his head around the idea. He knew it wasn't fair that she was being treated this way but a small part of him couldn't just ignore her lineage. She was a Hitachi. She could be extremely dangerous. But if All Might was asking him to look after her, he would try. He couldn't promise anything, but he would try his best.

"I promise to try my best and watch after her All Might!"

"Thank you, Young Midoriya."

Smiling brightly at the students in the front, All Might couldn't help but be proud of his disciple. This class was going to be special; he knew it. So, turning to the rest of the class with new-found energy, he puffed out his chest and pointed to the training grounds, raising his hearty voice.

"Now it's time for combat training!"