Once upon a time, a baby was born in China, who shined a beautiful hue of gold. He was brilliant, he was different, he was pure. And like all unique, beautiful things in this world... He was thrown out to the streets and curb-stomped to death by angry white people.

But as time passed, more and more people with unique gifts began to populate the planet subsequently snuffing out the old guard and inheriting the role of the hypocritical hateful majority just as the natural order works itself out to be.

However, this is a story of a bitch. A bitch who dreamed to fuck everything over and get rid of the stereotypes society has created. And like all great coming-of-age epics of our time, it begins with school of all things.

— manga spoilers from here on out

you have been warned

It's very weird seeing all these characters and myself, in an animated way. When I thought about going to my favorite anime I always thought it would look realistic-ish, y'know?

So here I am, sitting on my desk watching as students one by one walked into the classroom awkwardly trying – they fucking suck at human interaction – to socialize. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out what to do now.

I have a few thoughts. For example, I mysteriously have Mina's memories, which shouldn't come as a surprise given that I am actually in her body; we likely just swapped souls – how does it work in the fanfictions? – into each other's bodies or something.

Another thing is this note I found in the kitchen this morning...

Dear Nana,

Your mommy and I won a vacation from the lottery last night to Dubai! We won't be back until the sports festival but I'm sure you'll be busy with your hero studies. We want you to know that we love you so much, and we're sorry we couldn't take you with us. Please be sure to eat healthily, don't act too reckless, and don't stay out too late. Your mama wants to remind you that you cannot have any boys over, either! There is extra money in our rooms if you need it, text us lots about what's going on over there when you have the chance!

Love,

Mommy and Mama

I wish I could go to Dubai but, it's good because it would be awkward being around them all the time... And we have lesbian parents so that's another plus.

Anyways...

Finally, we have the most important – least important – thing to think about. The plot of the story.

We have two options, I think.

I can either stick to the plot and become a background character making sure everything goes according to the plot to ensure the best possible outcome for the hero world.

Or...

I could mess everything up, become a deuteragonist, and make sure everything Horikoshi created and has ever worked – he hasn't worked shit with his female characters – for turns into oblivion and nothingness.

Maybe, there is another option and I'm not thinking about it, oh well.

I think the answer is very, clearly, obvious in my eyes.

We go with the latter option and fuck with everyone's heads and become to best hero. While also making sure Shigaraki – fucking lapdog – dies and Dabi – ugly brother killer – gets his shit rocked and preferably dies.

I'm not fond of either of them if you couldn't tell.

"Ashido, hey!" As I was thinking, I was interrupted by a voice. I looked up to find crimson, golden, and onyx hair colors bouncing over to me.

"Yo, Kirishima! It's been a while man!" I smiled a bit as he laughed loudly causing some to turn – mind your business guys – towards us.

Is this how Mina talks? Honestly, who cares.

"It has, how have you been?" He questioned with a smile as I sighed, I need to search the history of this world. Let's just hope what people are saying is true and this universe takes place in 2030...

I smiled playing with the hem of the school skirt. "I've been fine, just nervous about starting at this school, y'know? And at Yuuei of all places, it's really setting in now."

Seriously, everything is setting in now and I'm trying my hardest not to panic.

"Same, I keep forgetting how big this place is... Oh right, the name's Hanta Sero!" Sero pointed out, sticking his hand out as I shook it smiling at him.

The blonde scoffed, crossing his arms with pride in his eyes. "As if I am nervous to be here, I mean have you seen all the women?"

Really? Are women all he can think about right now?

"The name is Denki Kaminari. A pleasure to meet you, madam." He beamed bowing to me playfully as I raised an eyebrow.

What a flirt, doesn't work on me though.

I sighed internally before plastering a fake smile on my face. "Mina Ashido, the pleasure is all mine, sir Kaminari." I teased with a knowing smirk and we both laughed together.

Before we could continue our conversation, a sleeping bag rolled into the room before a homeless-looking manchild proclaimed himself to be our homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa.

We went to our seats quietly before he spoke up. "It took you 8 seconds to get in your seats and listen. Next time, do better." Wooah, teens can't shut the fuck in 8 seconds, the world is ending! "Put these on and meet me on the training field." He remarked, throwing a bunch of gym outfits before leaving the classroom.

I approached the females who were entering the locker room before conversing with them; it was easy to become friends with them, thankfully. Let's see how long it takes for me to become a total stranger to them after getting convicted of a felony.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" A brunette, Uraraka, questioned when they had figured out we were having a quirk assessment.

The man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events. Yuuei's selling point is how unrestricted its school tradition is. That's also how teachers run their classes."

Everyone was puzzled by what he remarked, but it's true. The school teaches the future generation to be heroes, not horny average teens. If you want to be a hero, you can forget about being a regular teenager; it's all about growing stronger so you can save yourself and others, even if it means sacrificing your life in the process.

I'd even go as far as saying you can't make your own family.

Have you seen what has happened to all pro heroes who get a family? Nana Shimura's son became an abuser, Endeavor became abusive, Iida's brother is crippled, Kota's parents died, Rock Lock almost died, and All Might just up and never got a girlfriend even though he is 50...

You get what I mean.

Anyways, he needs to quit sounding so fucking depressed. When he acts like this, it's uncomfortable to be around him. How can people keep falling for this guy again? He isn't that hot, in my opinion at least. It's probably the damn fanart, I tell you. They always make the character 10x more attractive than they are.

Like Dabi, I hate the fucker with a burning passion but, sometimes his fanart hits differently.

"You kids have been doing these since junior high, correct? Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your quirks. The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their quirks. It's not rational."

After that, I kind of zoned out, not caring much about being wowed by Bakugou tossing a softball since, honestly, it isn't that impressive in person. My ears are genuinely hurting because of his quirk... Do you think his ears hurt when he uses 'em?

Anyways, we need to talk about the biggest concern.

Do I or do I not go up to Midoriya and ask him if he likes to eat hair, to make sure he knows that I know his secret without actually telling him outright?

Or should I go up to All Might, call him Toshinori and a skeleton for fun? I'd love to his face when I say that, oh the joy I will feel.

I snapped out of my thoughts watching as the teens around me gasped in surprise, defeat, and admiration. I turned my head slightly as Aizawa showed Bakugou's throwing score. I guess I missed Bakugou throwing a softball.

I'm oh so sad.

"This looks so fun!" Hagakura shouted, pumping her fist into the air. More shouts arose as people started to get excited while I rolled my eyes.

Just wait until USJ, y'all bitches going to get your shit rocked, and then you can talk about how fun being a hero is.

"Fun, huh?" Everyone paused, looking at Aizawa who smiled creepily. "You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?"

I mean, sure, I guess. Fights will be a lot of fun most of the time unless it's League of Villains, in which case I'll go serious because I despise all of them except for a few. Toga, Shigaraki, and Dabi are not on the exception list.

His smile grew further as I shivered uncomfortably. "All right, whoever comes last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

I laughed a little as everyone began to panic. I turned to face Aizawa, who furrowed his eyebrows as I shrugged with a knowing grin before returning my attention to the ruckus.

"We're free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students," He replied as everyone started getting pumped up with determination, "Welcome to Yuuei's Hero Course."

I started doing some stretching exercises watching people started their 50-meter dash. I drifted back into thought about what I could do to change the world.

All I know is that I want to kill Shigaraki, Dabi, and most of the League of Villains. Shigaraki is a lapdog, and Dabi is too cocky for his own good. Both of them piss me off in more than one way. The rest I will need to figure out because some are genuinely good guys, such as Spinner. He only became a villain because of discrimination and joined the league thinking it was a group that believed in the same ideology as Stain.

"Mina Ashido and Yuga Aoyama, you're up!" Aizawa called out as I stretched my back hearing the popping sounds before walking towards the starting line alongside Aoyama.

"Everyone, you're not being creative enough. I'll show you what it's like..." Huh? Me? Not creative? I'll show you creativity, just not yet.

I exhaled as I remembered how to use Mina's quirk with her memories. The user determines how much acid to use, where it will go, and what they will do with it. They can then glide on the ground and use it for assaults, defense, and other things like that.

I watched as Aizawa brought his hand up before striking it down, "START!" I quickly sent signals to my feet before gliding towards the finish.

"Mina, you got 4.44 seconds. Aoyama, you got 5.51 seconds," Aizawa stated as I walked away with a smirk leaving the boy to sulk around. He handed me a grip force device asking me to stand with the rest.

Unfortunately, Mina's quirk wouldn't function with this, but there's nothing we can do about it for the time being. I relaxed my shoulders and took a long deep breath before tensing my body and sending it all to my right hand as the monitor began to buzz, 35 kilos, not bad, I think.

I peered over to the side and watched as Mineta hopped side to side with ease. Okay, what the fuck is going on? You're not going to catch me pretending to be Koro-sensei while he's taking attendance. There's no way in fucking hell.

"Mina, you are up." I sighed, walking up to Aizawa as I felt stares in the back of my head. Shouldn't they be doing their own thing? It's weird to stare, jeez.

Yeah, no. I'm not doing this.

"Look, let me cut to the chase homeless," He glared at me but let me continue to see if I would say anything meaningful, "There is no way I am doing this. I can't use my quirk in a situation like this. If this is a quirk assessment, shouldn't you be testing us on things that actually relate to quirks such as dodging exercises or hitting targets that are moving?"

He locked his gaze on me for a few seconds, and I felt myself shrink somewhat. Is it possible that I went too far? Will he expel me and put an end to my story? Will I have to become a vigilante, which, now that I think about it, doesn't seem all that bad? But before I could continue my concerns about the future, he nodded. "I'll let you pass this one."

I smirked, walking away, my ego growing in the process. I took some glances here and there at their priceless faces which I will remember now until forever.

The reason he let me pass is simple; if you're not trying to avoid something, this portion of the quirk evaluation is meaningless. Instead of moving side to side like a freak, we should be testing our quirks in real combat scenarios.

Everyone attempted to use the same reason as me to avoid completing the side-to-side exercise, but Aizawa remarked that it was only a one-time occurrence and that it wouldn't work anymore. I couldn't help but chuckle as everyone looked at me, wishing they were as brave as me to say such a thing to a teacher, much alone a hero.

Sucks to suck I guess.

All the other tests went by pretty quickly as they were regular exercises like sit-ups and stuff of the sort. Nothing I couldn't handle really...

I watched as Ururaka threw her softball in the air as it went right past the clouds. I wonder if it'll hit someone when she releases it...

As Aizawa shouted my name, I groaned and stood up. I went quietly towards the circle, feeling all the tension that had been put on me since I had gotten off the hook of the exercise. People are so arrogant to those who are wiser than them. It's not my fault you don't have enough brain cells to recognize that.

Taking the baseball from his grasp, he nodded at me, almost as if to say, 'prove yourself.' I simply smiled and cracked my neck as I saw others cringe at the sound. Do they not crack their bones every once in a while?

Tossing the ball in the air a couple of times, I thanked the Heavens that I had just finished my baseball unit in gym. I got into position before taking a deep breath, applying Mina's quirk before tossing the ball into the air, faltering a little but managing to stay upright.

Before glancing at Aizawa for the score, I squinted my eyes and put my palms over my eyes to shield them from the light, trying to see where the ball would go. "413.6 meters, well done." He applauded as others were saddened that I outperformed them, even though Mina's quirk didn't provide her the biggest advantage in this.

I passed by Midoriya, who was trembling a little. I nudged him on the shoulder before whispering. "Calm down, take a deep breath, and out. Think about why you wanted to become a hero and use that to apply your strength."

He nodded slightly, I squeezed his shoulder before strolling over to an open spot on the field before leaning on a stone wall. When I looked over and saw All Might gazing at me in surprise, I just waved and gave him a thumbs-up, and he grinned and gave me a thumbs-up as well, considerably confused.

As I grumbled, I felt a severe headache come over me out of nowhere. What the hell, perhaps I'm so unused to using quirks that it's damaging my health. I'm glad I finished all of the tests because I don't feel I could do another round.

I felt a tapping on my shoulder and looked up to see the one and only All Might. Wow, I got to meet All Might – not counting the green fuck – before the rest of the class. I do, however, wish I were meeting Lady Nagata or Mirko.

Is Lady Nagata in prison at this point or is she still a hero?

"Young Ashido, are you alright?" He questioned with concern, oops must have zoned out again.

"I'm fine All Might! I just got a passing headache is all, nothing too major." I explained as he chuckled a bit, still concerned about me. We looked over to see Midoriya getting lectured by Aizawa about god knows what. Honestly, I forgot a bit about every arc.

I sighed, knocking my head on my knuckles as my head continued to pound. "Are you sure you are alright? You should go to the nurse if it is hurting..." He advised with a small smile.

I waved it off like it was nothing. "Concerned much, hmm? But honestly, I am fine. I'm sure it'll pass soon. It's probably because of all the exercising, I haven't done much since the exams."

He sighed, probably knowing I won't be going to the nurse anytime soon. "Alright, if you say so. I'd like to ask what you told young Midoriya, though."

Did he seriously ask me that? Is he not worried that I would ask why he is worried about the dude? Or maybe he trusts me...

"Just told him to calm down and think about why he is becoming a hero. He seemed a bit nervous, so I thought some words of encouragement would have helped." I explained, feeling my headache wash away thankfully.

All Might smiled, ruffling my hair a bit. "I'm glad you are encouraging your peers, young Ashido. Keep up the good work!"

What a big oaf, if only he knew how much he was indirectly corrupting hero society.

I smiled a bit, looking back watching as Midoriya sent the softball into the air using his index finger. I flinched looking at his finger. That must hurt like a bitch. "I guess you won't be needing to worry about him, but you should probably be leaving before anyone sees you."

All Might nodded, snapping out of his trance. "Right, I will see you soon, young Ashido! Keep being yourself, and I am sure you will become an excellent hero."

I waved, watching him walk back into the building before sighing. And just like that, the day was over, I had gotten 8th overall, and Midoriya still wasn't expelled.

I'd say this was a day well done.