It was the first day of school, and Fuyu was running behind. Her father had left late last evening for a business trip, but not before inflicting several bruises that would no doubt last a long time.

The blue-haired girl had put her alarm on snooze at least three times before getting up and realizing what day it was. Fuyu texted Izuku as soon as she woke up, telling him to not wait for her. It would be bad enough to be late on the first day, but it would be worse to drag her best friend down with her.

Thankfully, Fuyu still had a little less than 20 minutes before the bell rang by the time she left the train station. All that was left was a five minute walk to the U.A. campus.

Of course, shit had to go down.

Fuyu was violently yanked into a side alley and felt a strong fist connect with the side of her face, slightly dazing her. One assailant trapped her arms behind her back, while the other searched through her school satchel. Both wore dark clothing and masks and hadn't said a single word or used their quirks. Fuyu assumed they didn't want to present anything to identify them with.

After practically dumping the entire bag into the ground and not finding anything of value, the mugger went to pat down the teen for a wallet.

While the thug was busy checking her pockets, Fuyu swiftly swung her leg into his groin, using the man behind her as an anchor. The attacker fell to the ground, and Fuyu immediately attacked the man holding onto her.

She knocked her head back into what she assumed was the guy's nose, and in his pain he slackened his grip on her. This allowed for the teen to throw her elbow back into his chest and break out of his grasp completely.

Fuyu turned around and made sure to keep her eyes on both attackers, while the one was already getting up from his previous position on the ground.

The pink-eyed girl inched her way to the opening of the alley, closer and closer to the safety of the street. She also grasped the pocket knife in her skirt pocket, silently unclasping the sheath.

One of the thugs darted towards her, and Fuyu quickly withdrew her knife. Both men seemed to freeze for a second before continuing towards the teen.

Just as Fuyu was about to run into the street, a dark figure dropped from the rooftop, knocking out one of the muggers. The hero quickly threw out what looked like a ratty gray scarf and restrained the other assailant.

Fuyu immediately recognized the man by his yellow goggles and distinctive capture weapon.

Ohmyfuckinggods, it's Eraserhead. What do I say? Should I ask for an autograph?

But then Fuyu looked down at her watch, and her eyes bugged out. She only had ten minutes before home room began! The teen quickly grabbed her satchel and stuffed all of her loose books and journals back into it.

"Shit, I gotta get to school. Thanks, Eraserhead!" The straight-haired girl called out as she sprinted out of the alleyway and towards her school.


Fuyu practically skidded into the classroom just as the bell rang, drawing the attention of all her classmates. Thankfully, the teacher had not yet arrived.

"Fuyu! Are you alright? What happened?!"

The blue-haired teen in question grimaced. She knew she looked like a mess. Her hair was out of sorts from the tussle and the dead sprint she took to make it to school on time. Her clothes were probably rumpled as well, and she could feel the bruise beginning to form on her cheek.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Two guys tried to mug me on my way here"

"What?!" Practically the entire class called out, the loudest being her best friend.

"Are you okay? Did they injure you? Shit, you did tell the police right?!"

"It was nothing. Your overacting, Izu."

Before anyone else could comment, the door to the classroom slowly opened and the student quickly hopped into the only open seat in the class. In walked who they assumed to be their home room teacher, which was….oh shit.

Fuyu immediately recognized Eraserhead, the hero who had 'saved' her (she coulda easily handed the thugs' asses to them if the pro hadn't interfered).

"I'm sorry that I'm slightly late, students. There was a slight emergency I had to deal with before school."

The teacher's eyes swept across the classroom, and Fuyu noticed that they twitched slightly when they landed on her. He glanced at the seating chart taped to the blackboard, and narrowed his gaze upon the blue-haired girl once more.

"Takahashi, please see me at the end of the day."

The rest of the class stared at the poor teen who now seemed very nervous at what had just gone down.

"All of you should have gym uniforms underneath your seats. Go down to the lockerrooms and change. Meet me down by P.E grounds. You have ten minutes."


Shoto Aizawa, Hero Name: Eraserhead, was having a shitty morning. He had spent the night at his boyfriend's apartment halfway across town (a bad idea in hindsight), and he overslept.

Yeah. He overslept. According to Hizashi, he used his capture weapon to fling the alarm clock into the wall while he was sleeping, and his boyfriend refused to wake him ('You don't get enough sleep as it is, like hell I'm gonna wake you up').

So after no coffee, he suited up, made sure he had plenty of jelly pouches, and leapt out the window. The pro hero used his signature capture weapon to catch himself on the drain pipe of a neighboring building, then swinging himself across the city.

As he traveled across the city, he noticed something amiss in an alleyway. A teenage girl was slowly inching herself towards the street, while two much larger thugs were bearing down upon her.

Without thinking, the pro leapt from the rooftop and landed directly on top of one of the assailants, effectively knocking him out. Eraserhead then swiftly threw his binding cloth at the remaining criminal, effectively capturing him.

The girl whom he saved stood their for a moment in shock before looking down at her watch and cussing loudly. She hurriedly picked up her things off the ground, but the dark-haired man made no move to assist her.

"Thanks, Eraserhead!" With that parting, the teen sprinted out of the alley.

Eraserhead was…slightly shocked. Very few people paid attention to underground heroes, even those who did probably wouldn't recognize him on the street.

After dialing the local police, Aizawa continued swinging his way towards the U.A. campus, still thinking about the girl he encountered.

He noticed she was wearing a uniform that looked suspiciously U.A.'s uniform. Not to mention she ran off of the general direction of the campus, and there was a train station nearby.

If her stuff was on the ground, then the criminals must have been the ones to dump it out, meaning they had managed to restrain her at some point. Aizawa concluded then that she just have some practice with hand-to-hand or self defence in order to escape them.

So yes. He just ran into a new U.A. student. The bedraggled man was fairly confident she wasn't an older student (he was sure he'd recognize the unique blue hair).

Aizawa pushed these thoughts aside as he finally made it to the school and into the hallway outside his classroom. The took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for this year's batch of hellions, only to see…

Fuck.


After addressing Fuyu, their new teacher tiredly introduced himself and instructed them all to quickly change into their gym uniforms and meet him out on one of the training fields.

Fuyu followed the rest of the girls into the locker room, but chose to step inside one of the curtained off shower stalls before changing.

The blue-haired teen was self-conscious of her scars. These weren't battle scars that could proudly be displayed. These scars…they were a symbol of her weakness. Of her being powerless. Of her being cowardly. Of her being not good enough.

If the other girls saw the scars, they would ask questions. They didn't look like 'normal' scars, scars one might get from falling off a bike or touching the burner on the stove while it was hot.

These were made by sharp claws, like a lion's. The faint lines of pink and red crisscrossed their way across her arms and shoulders and down her back. Some were years old, other looked like they were made last week. All of them were inflicted by her father, but what made them different was those were the ones that he didn't care to heal, ones he thought she deserved.

He thought she wasn't good enough. That she would turn out like her mother. She was nothing but a disappointment. She was irresponsible with her great power. Power she didn't make the most of.

Fuyu shook her head to rid herself of those depressing thoughts. After tying her hair in a quick ponytail, she left the stall and joined the other girls in heading to the training ground.

Once all the students arrived, their teacher set to explaining the quirk apprehension tests.

"Takahashi, you had the highest score on the entrance exam. What was the furthest distance you had on the softball throw in middle school?"

"Around 25 meters, sensei."

Aizawa handed her a ball, which was connected to a scanner he held in his hand.

"You're going to throw the ball, this time using your quirk. You can do anything you want as long as you stay within the circle."

The pink-eyed girl stepped into the marked area, clutching the ball tightly. She concentrated on the wind currents pulling them in and increasing the air pressure behind her. Fuyu wound up her arm and released the ball, and it shot off like a bottle rocket.

As the ball began to lose its momentum, Fuyu controlled a moderate breeze to lift it back up and continue to push it out further and further.

The teenager continued to carry the ball on air currents until it left her sight. She let go of her power and turned to her teacher, awaiting her results.

The pro-hero looked down at the scanner and smirked before announcing her distance.

"1,409.3 meters."

Fuyu wasn't exactly surprised by the distance, but it was nice to see Izuku smiling at her and the rest of the class staring at her in awe.


The rest of the trials passed similarly for Fuyu. She realized that the main competition in the class was Todoroki, a boy with an ice quirk, Yaoyorozu, a girl with a creation quirk (and wasn't that handy), and (unfortunately) Bakugo.

Izuku had been doing fairly average thus far. It wasn't obvious to the rest of the class that he was using his quirk, but the pink-eyed teen could tell that her friend was using his new power sparingly.

When it came time for the greenette to do the softball throw, Fuyu was slightly disappointed at the boy's weak throw until realsiing that their teacher had erased his quirk.

Eraserhead's little lecture about Izuku being a liability and how is quirk was impractical angered Fuyu slightly, but she tried not to show it.

As he walked back to the circle, Fuyu noted the determination and fire set into her best friend green eyes. Internally she smirked to herself, knowing that he was about to prove himself.

The force of Izuku's throw caused a minor shockwave, and everyone's hair looked like it had been attacked by Fuyu's quirk.

Aizawa-sensei held up the monitor which proudly displayed Izuku's score of 794 meters, just slightly farther than Bakugo's.

Fuck yeah, way to show up the bastard, Izu.

Never let it be said that Fuyu Takahashi was not the slightest bit petty.

Of course, she was also protective, which meant she just had to do something when the aggressive blonde went to attack her best friend.

Fuyu was quick to form a small vortex to pull Bakugo away from Izuku, but it seemed to only further enrage the explosive boy.

"Jeez, Katsuki, can't you leave Izuku alone for one minute? Hate to break it to ya, but you're not the most powerful student. You must've realized your quirk isn't so special now."

"WHAT THE HELL'D YOU SAY, YOU DAMN AIRHEAD."

"Tch, you haven't gotten that much more creative with the insults, either."

Fuyu deactivated her quirk and Bakugo turned, prepared to blast her. Before he could do so, however, Aizawa-sensei's scarf wrapped itself around his head.

"Bakugo, we do not tolerate bullying here at U.A. This is your first warning. Do not attack your classmates.

And Takahashi, do not antagonize your classmates." The scrappy-looking teacher glared at them, his look promising absolute hell if they were to disobey.

The pink-eyed girl at least pretended to look properly chastised before full-heartedly glaring at Bakugo one last time.

The rest of the class passed by without any more drama, thank goodness. Although, the rest of the class now seemed very interested in the three students who seemed to have a history.


It was the end of the day, and Fuyu stayed behind in the classroom while the rest of the students filed out the door. A couple of them even shot her pitying looks.

"Takahashi, I think you know why I asked you to stay behind.

Fuyu simply nodded. She didn't think she could get in trouble for defending herself, especially since she didn't use her quirk. Then again, she had pulled her knife…

"Are you okay? They didn't try to hurt you or do anything else, did they?" Aizawa asked with concern in his eyes, which surprised Fuyu. So far she had only shown his strict teaching side.

"Uh, no sir. They just tried to get my wallet or something off of me. Honestly, I don't even carry money anymore because of things like this."

"It can be dangerous for a teenage girl to walk the streets alone, even if she is training to be a hero."

"I'm sorry, sir. Usually I walk to school with Iz-Midoriya, but I was running late this morning. Besides, I'm not completely defenseless."

"Yes, I did notice you pulled out a knife. I won't say anything to the staff, but make sure you keep that in your book bag or somewhere else to be safe. But it is smart for you to carry it around.

Also, I noticed you have some bruising on your face and arms. Was that from this morning?"

"Yes," Fuyu fibbed slightly. "One of them punched me in the face, and the ones on my arms are from when the other guy restrained me."

Aizawa stared at her for a moment, trying to discern if she was telling the truth.

"If you have any other injuries, please see Recovery Girl. It would be detrimental to be training with improperly healed injuries. Now, if that is all, you are free to head home."

"Uh, thanks, Aizawa-sensei."

And so, the teen headed back home, evaluating what had to be one of the weirdest first days of school.