School was closed the day after the attack at the USJ. Giving students a break and time to relax, though that wasn't something Yuko occasionally did. Relaxing also wasn't something she could actually do after what had happen.

Yuko punched at the red sand filled bag, her mind stuck on her healed arm. Recovery girl had fully healed it after she visited in the morning, but it wasn't like Yuko was bothered by the pain, she was bothered by the fact she felt weak.

Yuko was so lost in thought, she didn't notice the punching bag leaking of sand and her fist buried inside the stress relieving punching bag. Her eyes widened as soon as she realized, quickly removing her fist and sighed. 'There goes another one...'

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You know that feeling like your being constantly watched? Whether it be by one or several pairs of eyes? Like someone's trying to figure you out by watching your every move? Well that's what Yuko was feeling as she walked through the halls of U.A.

At first she thought nothing of it, but once she entered the building the lingering eyes never left. It's not like she felt uncomfortable, no, in fact she was used to the stares. Usually it be 'cause of the scars she doesn't bother to hide, or the fact she was a girl with a almost 20 foot dragon. Either way Yuko never bothered to care about the stares.

Yuko walked into the classroom, taking a seat as her friends walked up to her. She smiled at the four, they all asking the same question she expected.

"So did recovery girl heal you?" Yuko nodded, grinning at her friend's concern. Mina leaned on Yuko's desk, elbows resting on the top. Her head rested on her palms as she looked at Yuko.

"What was that on your arm anyways? Looked like tattoo--" A gasp erupted from the questioning female, "did you get a tattoo even though you're only fifteen? Why? Does your parents know? Wh--"

"Mina chill!" Yuko laughed as Mina pursed her lips. "Yes it is a tattoo, but it has to do with my quirk." Yuko explained, Mina's eyes shining at the new information.

"So cool! Wait your quirk--" Once again the pink skinned female was cut off as they realized the time.

"Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!"

"Uh we're all sitting."

"Yeah you're the only one standing."

The door being slid open caused everyone to look up, gasps sounded as they looked at their homeroom teacher standing there in bandages.

"Morning class."

"Mr. Aizawa what're you doing here?!"

"Woah what a pro."

"Mr. Aizawa I'm glad you're okay!"

"You call that okay?"

"My well being is irrelevant." Aizawa walked up to the podium, "what's more important is that your fight isn't over yet."

"Our fight?"

"Don't tell me..."

"Not more villians!"

"The U.A. sports festival is about to start."

"Mr. Aizawa why would you scare us like that?!"

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"That villian stuff sucks sure. But I'm pumped for these games!"

"We put on a good show and we're basically on the road to being pros!"

"Yeah this is why I'm even here in the first place!"

"You get so few chances you have to make the most of this."

Yuko chuckled as she overheard the boys conversation. She looked over towards Denki who sat with Kyouka, Mezo, and Momo.

"You're so luckly Shoji people are bound to notice your unique quirk." The blonde sighed.

"Sure what matters is that I show them how useful I can be." Mezo informed, clenching one of his fists.

"No doubt you'll make a scene too." Kyouka held back a laughed. Denki growled at the female.

"Lets do our best in the sports festival."

"Uraraka. What happen to your face?" Yuko tuned to look at Izuku taking notice of the brunette.

"Seriously what's up? You're normally like the most layed back girl ever." Commented Mina as she popped up behind Tenya and Izuku.

"Everyone I'm gonna do my best!" Exclaimed Ochako, rising her fist into the air. Everyone cheered, as they sweatdropped at the female.

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"Hey Yuko." Yuko hummed as she looked up at her friends, chewing a piece of meet.

"Why do you want to be a hero?" Yuko smiled as she set down her drink, placing her elbow on the table and resting her head on her fist.

"Well... It's hard to explain... Well one reason is for money..." Yuko trailed, her friends giving shocked faces at her reason. "And another well I really want to help people."

"Money? Really?" Yuko nodded as she rubbed the back her neck, beginning to pick at her food.

"Well you see... My dad is in the hospital for a rare disease, no one tells me what it is but the treatment is really expensive, because of this my dad had to well live in the hospital, I never met my mother so he had to leave me with a friend... But overtime..." Her friends were now listening intently to the female as she spoke.

"You could say the friend was... Abusive mentally and physically... I had to grow up faster than the average five to seven year old child. I was also a late bloomer, getting my quirk at the age of six. My father didn't know about this till I was seven... He took me from the person and they were sent away, now I live on my own in a small apartment." The table was silent as she finished, her friends staring into space at her story.

"Wow Yuko I'm so--" Yuko stood, her chair falling back as she slapped her hands on the table, silencing Eijiro from apologizing.

"Don't apologize! That's what made me who I am. It's me." She smiled at them a closed eyed smile. Her friends stared at her in awe wide eyed and jaw dropped. Usually a person with a background like that would be closed off, and not so accepting. But Yuko accepted her past as who she is, what makes her, well her.