My flights to school had been increasingly crowded. News helicopters struggled to keep up with me as I soared over the city. One had almost shredded me to ribbons with its blades.

As you can probably guess, I've taken to walking to school.

Every day, the UA gate was swarming with journalists, begging to speak to All Might. It was really getting to be a challenge to avoid them. One day, it dawned on me that if I was going to be a Pro, I'd have to deal with these guys all the time. The thought made my inner Aizawa curl into an introverted ball. Iida, however, was happy to bore the news people to death while the rest of us slipped in. A few steps into the courtyard, the security walls shot up. I whipped around to see Aizawa stalking past. "Mr. Aizawa?" I asked, "What are those for?" He sighed, "You should know this, Arashi. If someone tries to enter UA without identification, the security system keeps them out."

I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, sir!"

As I wandered into the halls, a cold wind washed over my shoulders. I turned to see Todoroki scowling at me. "Wassup, ice cube?" If possible, he scowled more, "How did you beat me?" Well, actually, it wasn't really a question. More like an I'm going to freeze your brains solid if you don't spill it kind of statement. "Well, since your body gets really cold when you use your power, I used a freezing wind carrying water droplets to use that to my advantage." He waited, obviously wanting me to continue. "And, since I can control the weather, temperature is easy to manipulate." For a little bit of emphasis, I made the room a few degrees colder, letting frost patterns slither across the floor. Todoroki looked around for a moment, "Good job."

That gave me pause. "Good job?" He shrugged- the most natural thing I'd ever seen him do, "Not many people can incapacitate me like that. Good job." I nudged him with my wing, "Want some advice?" The scowl returned. "Pay attention to your opponent. Gather information before you strike." He nodded slowly. "Also, stop pretending to be a jerk. It really doesn't suit you." Todoroki started, eyes widened in surprise. I flashed him a grin and marched off to class.

In homeroom, Aizawa was back in that yellow sleeping bag of his. "Today, class…" Oh, geez. Not another test! "...You will be choosing a class representative." PHEW! Everyone was getting excited and throwing in their names, but I squished back in my chair. "Hey, Haruto," Mina said loudly, "Don't you want to be class rep?" I cringed and pressed farther back in my chair, "Not really." She gasped. "You see, I'm not great with other people my age." She tapped her chin with a finger. I groaned, "I have six little brothers." The class kind of froze and looked at me, a murmur of "Six?!" passing through the room. I shrugged and crossed my arms, "And besides, if I was in charge, there would be some major changes to the dress code."

A beat of silence and confusion later, I clarified, "Do you know how many blouses I've ruined trying to fit one of these suckers over my wings?" There was a nod from another mutation- named Koda- who was tall and broad with tree-bark-like skin, and from a huge, muscular guy named Sato. Both of whose shirts were just slightly too small. After a speech from Iida about democracy and whatnot, the voting results were revealed. Momo had made deputy rep… Midoriya was the rep?! I practically knocked them over as I bounced around.

During lunch, an alarm blared through the cafeteria. Kaminari- a fellow electric type- and Mina had joined the table I'd forced Bakugo and Kirishima into, and we all looked up. People dropped their yakitori as a voice blared over the loudspeakers, "LEVEL THREE SECURITY BREACH." Let's just say that all went to hell after that. Tables were overturned as every student in the caf made a mad dash for the doors. Someone caught my wings and yanked me into the crowd. I hated close spaces. Sweat ran in a trickle down my back as I was muscled into the hall. A few girls were screaming or crying, and all of the boys were shouting bloody murder.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't breathe.

My Quirk activated subconsciously, a bubble of wind forming around me and shoving everyone to the walls. When it popped, I had a good two meters of extra space. I took a moment to stretch my wings and scowl at the now still mob. "How the hell are y'all going to be Heroes if you can't learn to be calm?" I snapped. A few people winced. "Stop whining like a buncha damn babies and act your age." Anger rolled off me in waves.

Turns out, it had just been the news guys from earlier. This stupid crowd had all been for nothing. I was a touch late back to class, as Nezu had stopped me and politely scolded me for my use of vulgarity in addressing my fellow students. When I walked in, Midoriya was at the front of the class, beet-red and on the verge of tears. Momo looked very concerned. The rest of the class looked dumbfounded. Iida was pale as a sheet of paper. "Why the hell is everyone white as a ghost?" I asked unceremoniously. Iida babbled, "Midoriya wants me to be the class rep instead of him." I snorted as I sat down, "At least it's entertaining."

"Today," Aizawa piped up. We snapped to attention. "Hero basic training will be turned into a class with three instructors. All Might, myself, and one other." He held up a card that read "RESCUE." I grinned, "Sweet! My dad's a rescue sidekick!" Aizawa looked up, "Yes. I know your father, Arashi. He's a good man." I smiled. Maybe there was more to Aizawa than I thought. "You'll be training with shipwrecks, disasters, and everything in between," he finished.

"So, we're heading to a new facility for training," Aizawa sighed, "You have fifteen minutes to be on the bus." There was a loud, crazy scramble for the door as the class made for the costume storage. I paused to talk to Aizawa, "Uh, Mr. Aizawa?" He rolled his eyes. "I can't… um… fit on a bus." I gestured to my wings. He huffed, "Can you fly?" I nodded. With another huff, he gestured for me to leave.

I put on my costume again, with a few new upgrades. A pair of clear goggles in the mask and a communicator in my ear.

I actually beat the bus to the huge white dome and set down right as they pulled into the lot. Bakugo stomped off the bus with enough force to bounce the other students backward. I ran forward and forcefully linked my arm with his. He scowled, but didn't shove me off, so I dragged him to the front of the crowd. Thirteen, the Space Hero, stood with his arms wide, "I can't wait to show you what's inside!" The class as a whole murmured, "This is gonna be awesome!"

"Hey," I muttered, "Where's All Might?" Bakugo shrugged, and Kirishima piped up, "I heard that he didn't come to school today." I drooped dramatically, "That sucks." Bakugo snorted.

We filed in after Thirteen. I could've sworn Uraraka was shaking with excitement. My jaw effectively hit the floor as I saw them. Huge disaster simulators: firestorm, blizzard, sinking ship, and so many other life-size training exercises. "Holy crap!" Bakugo snapped. "I created this facility to provide a comprehensive training experience to all you students! I call it the Unforeseen simulation joint. But you can call it USJ!" I whispered to Bakugo, "Like Universal Studios Japan!"

I got distracted looking around as Thirteen continued talking, until he said, "My Quirk could very easily be used to kill, as could some of yours." Bakugo went stiff. "In our superhuman society, all Quirks are registered and strictly regulated, so we often overlook how unsafe they can be. Please don't forget that if you lose focus or make the wrong move, your powers can be deadly." Thirteen took a bow and we all applauded uproariously.

Aizawa huffed, "Now that's over…" He began talking, but the lights suddenly cut out. A murmur rolled through the class as a warp gate opened at the bottom of the staircase leading to the training areas. Aizawa and Thirteen whipped around as black smoke poured from it. A skinny man with silver hair and like fifteen hands stalked out of the warp gate. "Stay together and don't move," Aizawa snapped. We took a collective step back. "Thirteen, protect the students!"

"It's a villain attack!" I hissed quietly. I pulled away from Bakugo and grabbed ahold of a passing rainstorm, just in case. Hordes of villains were clambering through the warp gate. Aizawa put his goggles on, and the other students realized what was happening. A hulking black monster with teeth as long as my forearm bumbled out to stand next to the silver-haired guy.

"Thirteen, why aren't the alarms going off?" Momo said, a tremor in her voice. "Good question. I'm not sure," Thirteen muttered. Todoroki said quietly, "Is the entire campus under attack?" Aizawa nodded, "Thirteen, get them out of here and alert the main campus." Thirteen grunted in response. "Kaminari, try to contact the main campus with your Quirk. If they're jamming our alarms, they might be jamming our regular communications as well." He immediately sent out an electric pulse. Midoriya shouted after Eraser Head, "Mr. Aizawa, you can't fight them on your own! Your Quirk is best for stealth and one-on-one fights. It's not gonna help with a group."

Aizawa smiled, "You can't be a Pro with only one trick. I'll leave it to you, Thirteen." He leapt off the stairs and used his tapes to swing himself toward the villains. He took down three villains easily. More villains went down hard as Aizawa carved his way toward the silver-haired guy- who was clearly in charge.

Thirteen turned to me, "Arashi, get into the air and hightail it to the main campus. Tell the faculty what's going on here!" I nodded and took off. "Ground the flyer!" the silver-haired man hissed. The black monster jumped like 30 meters into the air and smashed the skylight I was heading for before crashing into me. We fell hard. This guy was 300 kilos of pure muscle. As we tumbled through the air, he clamped his paws on my wings. I tried to wrench away, but this guy had some pretty intense grip strength. He pulled my wings hard. The joints immediately dislocated. I think I passed out before we hit the ground. Wait. It wasn't the ground? Ice slid under me, sliding me toward where the other students were. Horrifying, numb pain tore through my back and wings, but I stood up awkwardly. Todoroki slung my arm over his shoulders. I hissed a thanks. It took me a second to be able to stand up straight. Thirteen beckoned toward the door, and I ran through the pain.

"There is no escape for you!" the black smoke said, opening a warp gate in front of Thirteen. He immediately created a black hole with his Quirk and attempted to suck in all of the smoke. "Isn't this a fitting place for All Might to take his last breath?" The class roiled. They were here to kill All Might.

Bakugo and Kirishima lunged at the smoke dude, Quirks raring. An explosion, and smoke was everywhere. We coughed and hacked. "You should be more careful, children. Someone might get hurt," the smoke said, from all around. "You gave him cover!" I snapped.

Suddenly, the black smoke grabbed all of us, "Now I will scatter you across this facility to meet my comrades… and your deaths!" Fingers of smoke wrapped around my wings, my arms, and wrenched me away from Todoroki, dragging me toward one of the training spots.

When I blinked open my eyes, I was greeted by fire, and about twenty grunt-level villains. I was in the firestorm! Luckily for me, a firestorm was a weather phenomenon.

I was out in less than a minute, the villains in various states of burned-ness, tied up with some rope I found around the now extinguished fire zone.

A huge wave of electricity screwed with my rainstorm and basically spawned a lightning storm over the USJ. I had to walk to the Mountain Zone, following Kaminari's signature blast. I was able to flutter a little bit, but not soar like I used to. With a thump, I landed behind Momo and Jiro. They turned weapons on me, but I threw up my hands, "Haruto!" We exchanged nods and I saw Kaminari wandering around. "Is he a moron?" Momo nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Speaking of, how did you escape the blast?" Momo started to tell me, but Jiro said quietly, "Look."

A raging electrical storm pelted the USJ. I flexed my wings, "It's because I'm here. Kaminari's electricity aggravates mine." I shook my hair, tiny arcs of lightning sparking through the strands. "Put your hands up," a gravelly voice snapped. We whipped around to an armored villain holding Kaminari by the back of his neck, "And no Quirks, got it? Or I'll fry your friend here."

"Kaminari's helpless," Momo hissed. "Damn villain," Jiro echoed, "He totally caught us with our pants down." I said softly, "The blast should have gotten them all…" We slowly put our hands up. The villain lifted his hand, electricity sparking between his fingers, "I feel a brotherhood with other electric types. I don't want to kill him, but I will. You can save his life, or your own." His hand got closer to Kaminari's head. Kaminari's eyes widened in fear.

"Now, what's it gonna be, girlies?" I dropped my hands, "Wait." He stopped dead, "What?" I swaggered forward, feigning confidence, "You see this storm? It's mine." He glanced up at the storm that'd slowly been intensifying. I had to bluff. His artificial electricity hated my natural electricity. I couldn't electrocute him, but he could electrocute me. "You said you feel a brotherhood with other electric types? Well, sweetheart, I'm your big sister." He growled and brought his hand away from Kaminari, "What does that mean?" I sighed sarcastically, then spoke slowly and loudly, like I was talking down to him, "I. Can. Electrocute. You!" He rolled his eyes. "I know I can take the energy of a lightning strike, but can you? I know my friends behind me can react fast enough, but can you?"

A bolt crashed through the glass dome and struck my outstretched hand. I felt giddy with energy, but I had to keep it down. Instead, I put on a show: making my eyes glow white and rolling the leftover electricity over my fingers. "You see, Kaminari, there, is a battery. I can charge him, but you're an e.m.p.-er, right? You would be fried. I suggest you let go of him." The villain thought about this. With a huff, he shoved Kaminari forward. He stumbled into the waiting hands of Momo and Jiro. I moved to restrain the villain, but the second I touched him, he lashed out against me with the extent of his power. I was thrown away from him, into the stone wall behind Momo and Jiro. My wings thumped against the rock. One of them actually popped back into place. I snarled, "You'll pay for that!" I lunged forward, but bullets beat me to him. "It's Snipe!" I whooped, pumping my fist into the air. Pros had arrived, easily decimating the opposing force.

All Might had arrived and slammed the monster into the sky. The silver-haired dude had gotten away with the smoke guy. Recovery Girl, a healing Pro, came around to all the injured students. She tilted her head sweetly, "I'm so sorry, Miss Arashi, but I'm not sure I'm aware of your physiology enough to fix this. I'll call your father." Before I could protest, she pulled a gravely outdated cell phone from the pocket of her lab coat and pressed a button. I moaned as she waddled away.

A few minutes later, a shape appeared in the sky. Papa set down gently, nodding to Recovery Girl as he walked by. My dad was taller than me by at least half a head, and twice as broad. His wings gleamed white in the setting sunlight. His costume, a white bodysuit with light blue waves on the gloves, chest, and boots, was what I had modeled my own after. He did not look amused.

For a little context, I am essentially the spitting image of my father- spare for my wings and the fact that I am female. The same glossy black hair. The same warm brown eyes. The same hot temper. The same affinity for the word "damn."

"Hi, Papa," I muttered as he marched over. "Haruto," he practically growled, "Why you gotta be so damn weak?" I snapped back, "It's not my fault that a 300-kilo monster practically ripped my wings off!" He huffed, resting his dinner-plate-sized hands on my wing. "Don't bite your tongue," he said. Then he jerked so hard that the joint snapped back into place. A string of curses fell out of my mouth. Papa knocked his knuckle on top of my head, "Don't use that language at school, kid." I rolled my eyes, but shut my mouth. Papa nodded and patted my shoulder before making his way inside the USJ.

Police had arrived, their vans and buses clogging the front of the USJ. An officer counted the class out. "Eighteen. Nineteen. Looks like everyone's unharmed except for that boy who had his legs all messed up," he said with a smile. A hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to see… well, not really… Hagakure, "Hey, Haruto! You're really strong! I didn't know you could use fire!" I shrugged her hand off, "I didn't, really. It was already there, and I was able to use my powers to manipulate it. So, where did you end up?" She squeaked, "The landslide zone! You wouldn't believe Todoroki! He's amazing!" I jumped a bit, "Jeez, I'm glad he didn't freeze you solid!" She giggled and moved away.

"Hey, where's Mr. Aizawa?" I asked over Todoroki's shoulder. I was met by several surprised faces. Kirishima frowned, "You didn't hear?" I shook my head, "Nope." Kaminari picked up, "He got really badly hurt in his fight with Tomura Shigaraki." I must have looked perfectly clueless, because Momo popped in, "The man with the hands." I growled, "I'll kill that bastard." She looked more than a little annoyed, "Haruto, you can't kill people." I shrugged, "Whatever." I was seething at the guy. First, he had the balls to show up at a HIGH SCHOOL and attack fledgling Heroes. Then he had the gall to suggest killing All Might. And to tie it all off, he set his lapdog on me and practically ripped my wings off.

I followed an officer- who had the head of a tabby cat (super cute)- back to class. I didn't think I would be able to focus. Bakugo looked extra brood-y, so I shoved him a bit. He growled. "Don't be a jerk, Bakugo," I said softly, "It seems like everything's gonna be okay." Bakugo stomped off. "Bitch," I said after him. He shot a scowl over his shoulder before joining Kaminari and Kirishima.

After a long- and I mean long- hot shower, I bid my farewells to the girls and took off for home. Then I made my way downstairs and unlocked the door. I pressed my wings to the wall and sighed. Soooooo tired. I plunked my backpack on the floor and washed my hands. Then I went into my room and changed into a black tank-top and some khaki shorts. The door opened again, and I peeked out from the hallway to see my brothers hovering in the door jamb. "'Sup, kids?" I shouted. Sniffles. "Are you guys ok-" I exited into the den to see my brothers- whose faces were bruised- and a couple disgruntled policemen. "Any parents home?" One of them asked tiredly. I shook my head, "Mom's still at work. Dad's at UA High School." The other frowned, "I heard about the attack. But, back to the matters at hand…" He not-so-gently shoved Hades and Mienai forward, "These two were caught in a physical altercation at Nabu Middle School. The rest," he said, gesturing to my other brothers, "Soon arrived and joined in."

I straightened my wings and ran my hand through my hair, "Thanks, officers. Anything else I should know?" The first officer spoke, "The course of events. These boys," Hades and Mienai, "Were using their Quirks in public in an unsafe manner." Hades snapped, "I sneezed! Is that a crime?!" I silenced him with a glare. "Other students of the school initiated conflict. The fight could have been stopped if not for the others joining in with their Quirks," he finished. "I've got them, officers," I stated, "You can go now." They nodded and left, pulling the door shut behind them.

My brothers looked awful. Scrapes, bruises, ripped uniforms. And they were terrified. And rightly so. "What on earth were you thinking?" I finally snapped. Eito said softly, "One of the big boys hit Mienai with a stick. We made spikes at him. He cried some." Fat tears rolled down the little ones' faces. Taine shrugged, "Like we would let our brothers get bullied by some motherfu-" he jerked suddenly, "Uh, bad people." I sighed to cover a snort, "And you, what do you have to say for yourselves?" Hades shuffled his feet. Mienai hid behind his brother. "Who landed the first hit?"

They looked really stupefied. I repeated the question. Five fingers pointed directly at Tait. "You son of a bi- gun," I said proudly, "And the rest of you sent them home crying, huh?" Six heads of dead-leaf-ridden black hair bobbed in unison. "Dam- darn right you did. Showers. Now!" They ran off into the hall, climbing over each other and arguing.

When they were done and clean (thank goodness), I sat them down on the couch and explained to them why they couldn't use their Quirks to fight with other boys. Then I congratulated them for holding their own. Eiichi and Eito eventually wriggled their way into my lap. Taine and Tait were squished in my wings. Hades and Mienai were fine on the sides. They were warm and happy, so the little ones fell asleep, their tiny snores making my heart swell up like a balloon. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow through our sheer curtains. I gently deposited my brothers and whipped up some ramen for dinner. After coralling them all into the bathroom to brush their teeth, we watched one of the old American cartoons Mom had shown us. Then I tucked them all in with a smooch.

When my mom got home, her golden-brown ponytail bobbing with her steps, she found me passed out on the couch with my phone dangling limply from my hand. She smiled and woke me up, guiding me to my room and directing me into my pajamas. I, of course, have no recollection of this, as I was practically a zombie at the time, but she told me later. Then I went into bed myself.

So very tired.

This one is a touch longer- sorry! Please let me know what you think of the story, predictions, anything you can think of. I'd really appreciate it!