My life was pretty average.

I had a kind pair of parents, with equally kind (although annoying at times) younger siblings who look up to me.

Although this is surprisingly not common knowledge among people, I was actually born with my tail. It didn't just gradually grow when I hit the age of 4 like some people may think. This is why I was some-what jealous of those who developed quirks at that age, although there were those who were like me with extra limbs or eyes, I still felt a sinking feeling in my stomach whenever I watched other kids get praised for their unique quirk.

Meanwhile, I had a tail.

I wasn't bullied or anything really, I was the pinnacle of normal while growing up. A average group of friends, average family, average quirk and of course, average me.

The only thing that wasn't average was my grades, which is impressive in an adults eyes, but not so much in a kids views.

Sure I gained more praise for my knowledge and how high I ranked in tests whenever my teacher brought me up to the class to set an example to other students, but I wasn't very satisfied. If anything, I wanted to be seen as something more.

Then came heroes.

Of course I've known about heroes because lets be honest, who doesn't? But I wasn't really interested in them growing up. If anything, I was more interested in news and shows from the pre-quirk era. I first came across this comic book hero called Bat Man when I was 9. While walking back from school, I came across an old, dirtied book lying by the side of the road. I was planning on throwing it in the bin like a decent human should do, but then I saw the cover and was intrigued.

I read the book while walking home and became obsessed.

I begged my mom to let me use the computer to do more research on the hero.

Then things went from there and now I'm a DC and Marvel fan. My favorite hero was still Bat Man, but the others like Iron Man, Spider Man, etc were so interesting to me. Their backstories of how they came to be was like no other hero I've seen in real life.

Of course, this inspired me to become a hero myself. Which by the way, my parents took the news in with a smile. I suppose its understandable since its pretty normal for a child to want to become a hero.

I knew I couldn't just want to become a hero. I had to work towards that goal. Meaning training my body and mind to become prepared.

Which led me to start attending martial art lessons, gradually becoming better after 2 years which inspired me once again to take up another fighting style called taekwondo.

I even tried boxing and other fighting styles. I became a regular at the gym nearby my house and the dojo I go to for lessons.

Everyday I worked towards my goal. To become a hero.

My parents became worried for me once I turned 14. I suppose they thought that my dream to become a hero was just a phase.

However I'm serious when wanting to become a hero. I know my quirk isn't exactly flashy or strong, but I'll make do with what I have. Quirks aren't everything after all. I know what I'm getting into.

Once I got into UA, I would be lying if I told you I didn't feel hurt when my parents only stared at me in surprise. As if they didn't believe that I would manage to get into UA.

I let myself shake off the feeling as I let my younger siblings, both girls of the ages 10 and 8, look at me in awe as they showered me with praise. I smiled fondly at the 2, while excusing myself to my room. I still felt as if this isn't enough. I plan on becoming a hero, not one who looks for fame or money, but one that sticks to the shadows and saves those who were left in the dark by society.

I'm not brainwashed enough into thinking that heroes or the government is all rainbows and sunshine's. When I was given my first phone on my 12th birthday (My parents were reluctant at first but after seeing my grades and how mature I acted, they allowed it) I immediately researched everything there was about the pre-quirk era. Over the next few weeks, in between lessons, exercising and homework, I would go on my phone and go on a site which holds immense information on techniques that people used before quirks spread.

I liked to go through these things because of how creative people were back then. They developed weapons that were effective and destructive in battle, chemicals that were deadly, and strategies that I could never think of in a million years.

It was perfect.

But although I enjoyed these things, I also enjoyed music in the pre-quirk era. It was much different from todays music, which was mostly based on heroes or those who lost loved ones due to villain attacks. No offence to them, just that their songs revolved around heroes and villains. I wanted something different.

The music that I stumbled upon however was by an artist that was quite popular in the 21st century, her name being Mitsuki. Her voice was beautiful, each song sung with such a depressing and hurt tone that I couldn't help but feel as if I was undergoing whatever traumatic memories she was going through while singing her songs.

Of course there were also the few songs that were, well, explicit... my young curious mind was curious as to what WAP stood for... never again.

But alas, the first day of UA arrived. The day was unexpected. My classmates were unique, very hyperactive although there were the few who decided to keep to themselves. I mostly sat at my seat while socializing with a girl with an invisibility quirk. Her name is Hagakure Tooru. We bonded over our knowledge of fighting, with both our quirks not being very useful in battle.

Then our teacher arrived, quite intimidating but I could only stare in awe. After all, I could recognize that scarf anywhere.

You see, while rampaging through the internet I stumbled upon a small fanbase dedicated to the one and only, Eraserhead. Me being curious, I did some more research on the man. It was hard with him being an underground hero but his fans were something else when it came to finding information.

I shivered when recalling the memory of one of his fans threatening some other guy who compared Eraserhead to another underground hero. The man had his information and picture revealed online the next day, alongside that was a death threat with a smiling emoji at the end.

Scary, I know.

But at the end of the day his whole threat with expelling the student who came last (which was some green haired kid, which I felt bad for when I saw that he was on the verge of crying... oh wait, he was actually crying, never mind) was a fluke.

I took the train back home, and the days following that.

Everyday while going to UA was actually not as exciting as I thought. Other than the hero training and hero assessments, we attended the usual English, math's, etc. I had only one friend so far, being Hagakure. She told me I could call her Kure, with us being friends now.

We created a pretty good duo, with both of us being quite the gossips. I told her about the amount of beef that this one gamer called Allmight_hateaccount33 and the entirety of All Might's fan base has, with said man always arguing on streams and talking about how he'll kill All Might.

I thought it was hilarious, jokingly commenting on his videos and streams saying 'we believe in you hand kink' his nickname being that since he always has hands on his face.

Kure thought the same and asked me to tell her his account so she can flood his comments with hand jokes. This became our favorite pass time during and after school.

A few days after, we managed to get him to reply to our comments, mostly being annoyed at being spanned. Soon after we managed to convince him to join a group chat with me and Kure. We humored the man and his ideas to take over hero society and change it for the better good. He was in his early twenties, but acted quite childish at times. At one moment when we were on a group call while playing call of duty, he got spam killed and started to rage for an hour, only stopping once a man made of purple mist came into his room to calm him down.

Me and Kure were laughing our ass off, camera off so he didn't see our faces although we forgot to mute ourselves. Cue him going on another rage.

Me and Kure didn't think much about the man (now known as Shigaraki), I mean he's funny and fun to mess with but otherwise, we didn't expect their friendship to have any bad repercussions.

Well, until the USJ attack...

In our defense, we didn't think he was serious. It was a common mistake okay.