This story is heavily based off of the anime/manga series "Boku no Hero Academia". This work of fiction may contain spoilers towards the series, as well as references and characters. I do not own any of the references or characters from the original series that may appear in this story. This work and its original characters are fictional, any resemblance to real people living or dead is purely coincidental.

To be unique, is to be one of a kind, unlike anything else. What does that mean in a world where everyone is unique?

The world has transformed dramatically. Unique abilities that are normally impossible for an average human to achieve, are now commonplace. Nearly 80% of all of humanity is equipped with some sort of ability or mutation. These unique traits are known as "quirks". When individuals are given power, they are capable of making decisions that can affect others.

This story is not comprised of a single hero.

Wednesday, April 19th 6:42 p.m.

As the day descended into the evening, the light pouring into U.A.'s gym had become muted and weary. Before the shadows could envelop more of the area, the indoor lighting had automatically switched on, providing proper visibility to all inhabiting the facility.

"Come on, you're almost done! Go go go!" encouraged Renka as she stood over Satou.

Satou grunted fiercely as he struggled to finish his final set of bench press. Renka watched with a steady eye and hands at the ready, properly spotting his lifting, prepared to catch the barbell at a moment's notice. Rock and Ryuji were several feet away, finishing their own final exercises for the day.

"No slacking Ryuji!" shouted Renka, her eyes fixed on Satou's barbell.

Ryuji groaned in annoyance as his entire body trembled, sweat dripping from his chin as he completed his own final set of push-ups. After the set was finished, he collapsed on the gym floor in a puddle of his own sweat.

Rock had almost endured a full ten-minute session on the facility's new climbing treadmill, being only a mere fifteen seconds away from completion. The treadmill had been set to its highest setting, bringing randomized variation in rock placement as well as the incline of the wall. The boy clung to the wall, his fingers screaming in agony as the treadmill converted to a tougher angle. Before the ten minutes were up, his hands gave out, bringing the boy crashing to the padded floor on his back.

Satou grit his teeth, squeezing the barbell as hard as he could, exhaling sharply as he shoved upward with all of his remaining strength. The weight steadily rose until his arms were fully extended. Renka swiftly took hold of the barbell, and assisted Satou in bringing the weight to its designated rack, just above his head.

On days where their schedules aligned, usually Wednesday, Satou, Ryuji and Rock would find themselves training in the campus gym. Today happened to be one of the special days that their workout time aligned with Renka's. Just before they had entered the facility, the four were in the middle of light sparring. After a couple of rounds, they'd decided to complete their workout of the day with some lifting and other exercises.

"Rock, you shouldn't have set the machine to the highest setting. What if you had gotten hurt?" asked Renka, approaching the befallen boy to examine his condition.

Satou rose from the bench, and stood on shaky legs, "Well, he did hit the ground."

Rock laid on the ground, drenched with sweat and breathing raggedly. Although his eyes were glassy and his body ached, he raised his hands and grinned, "... I'm okay..."

Renka gasped, prompting Satou and Ryuji to observe the situation. To their surprise, the skin on his palms were torn in numerous areas, the exposed flesh red and wet.

"I'll go grab some bandages!" said Ryuji, turning towards the gym infirmary, but tripping over his worn-out legs.

Renka held out an open hand, gesturing them to stand by. She backtracked to the bench Satou had previously occupied to retrieve her duffel bag, containing all of the items she usually brings to the gym. After a short moment of searching through her belongings, she returned to Rock, who was still laying on the padded floor below the rock climbing treadmill, holding a roll of bandage in her right hand.

She found it strange. Her and Rock had an irrefutable chemistry, as it seemed the two had known each other for years. That being said, the boy continued to surprise her with every moment they shared, this time in particular being his reckless devotion to training. Until just recently, her life had been completely different. She couldn't possibly imagine herself casually conversing or exercising with friends, since she had previously been a lone wolf.

Satou dug through Renka's duffel bag, fishing out a temperature-sealed water bottle. After popping off the cap, he enjoyed a refreshing dose of ice-cold water.

Rock steadily rose into a relaxed sitting position, making sure to avoid touching anything with his hands.

"You ought to wash your hands before you get wrapped up, who knows how many germs are stuck on that machine," said Ryuji, sitting calmly on an unoccupied bench, catching his breath after a strenuous workout.

The boy nodded, turning his attention to Renka, "I'll be right back, Renka. I'm gonna wash my hands real quick!"

She took a seat next to Ryuji, watching as Satou escorted Rock to the restrooms. Ryuji couldn't help but notice her tracing her fingers over her arms, now completely clear of bandaging.

"Your bandages are gone. Have your wounds healed?"

She froze, "For the most part... Although, there are still scars."

Ryuji scanned her arms as well as he could without seeming too interested, but failed to spot any visible scars. Not looking to pry into a sensitive subject, he lowered his eyelids and continued to recover his strength.

Renka and Ryuji's phones buzzed, notifying the two of a new message in their group chat. The group chat comprised of Rock, Riku, Kazuto, Kotonoha, Satou, Hide, Ryuji, Renka, Endo, Junko, and Anzu. Originally, the group comprised of all of Class 1-B, but the weirdness and random topics deterred a large chunk of the students, leaving only those who caused the chaos, and those who could tolerate it.

satou has changed the group name to "workout boiz + renka"

rikuraku: dumb

endope: are umad cuz they didnt invite you to lift (｡+･`ω･´)

kazu: LOL

rikuraku: stfu

rikuraku: bitch

endope: LMAO

kotochi has changed the group name to "losers + renka"

satou: bby why

kotochi: couldn't resist

kazu: her true form

kazu: she only acts nice

Hidekun: Hello everyone!

rikuraku: whats good

endope: hey hide-kun ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

Hidekun: I'm just finishing tonight's homework!

ryuk: satou get out of the bathroom with rock already LOL

kazu: :O

endope: is satou finally coming out

satou sent photo attachment "IMG_1930"

satou: fuck u endo

kazu: why is rock crying

rikuraku: tf happened to his hands

ryuk: aushduha

kotochi: omg hug him youji, hes crying

satou: he was rock climbin and went too far i gues

satou: hes cleanin his hands before renka wraps his hands, he says the soap rlly stings

rikuraku: why are u in the bathroom with him

kazu: ^

endope: ^

kotochi: ^

ryuk: ^

satou: im here to escort him, hes literally about to collapse from exhaustion u dicks

rikuraku: yeah ur his escort alright

endope: LOL ＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／

HiroseAnzu: How do I turn off notifications?

ryuk: she speaks

endope: anzu! dont turn off notifs ╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

HiroseAnzu: I want to read my book. My phone continues to vibrate, and it's very distracting.

junk-o: who changed my name to this

junk-o has changed their name to junko

kazu: it was funny cmon

HiroseAnzu: Please, somebody help me.

rikuraku: stop reading ur book and join the fun nerd

junko: so what are you all doin

HiroseAnzu: I'm just going to shut off my phone. Good night everyone.

endope: just chillin like a villain ✧( ु•⌄• )

ryuk: ironic

junko: change of topic

junko: any1 wanna go shopping with me and anzu tomorrow

Hidekun: I'll let you know later if I can tag along!

rikuraku: ¯\(◉‿◉)/¯

kazu: unfortunately i am busy

endope: same

junko: anyone else

kotochi: ill go!

satou: ill go too

rikuraku: funny how he agrees after kotonoha does

junko: kk ill let you know when we're leaving later

satou: afk

Satou and Rock returned from the restroom, approaching their friends seated on a bench. The girl slipped her phone back into her shorts pocket, and retrieved the roll of bandage from her duffel bag once again. Rock lowered on shaky legs, crouched a short distance away from Renka, extending his worn hands.

She smirked, taking hold of the boy's hands, "Have you seen the group chat lately?"

Rock shook his head, "Nope... The usual antics?"

His hands twitched involuntarily, subtle hints of pain bubbling up as Renka began wrapping his hands.

"Yeah, just the usual," she replied dismissively, taking care in treating the boy's wounds delicately.

"Mhm," Ryuji hummed, flicking his thumb on his phone's screen, scrolling past the group chat's messages. "Check it out, Rock."

Rock turned his head to inspect the screen of Ryuji's phone, revealing a photo of him crying in the restroom as he washed his hands. He quickly grimaced, despising the fact that he was far too exhausted to pursue immediate vengeance on Satou.

Satou made sure to stand behind Ryuji in case Rock managed to reach for him in anger.

With a final tightening tug, the first-aid was complete. Renka patted his shoulders and rose, "Alright. You're all set. I can wrap them again after you shower if you'd like."

The boy flexed his fingers, clenching into a fist and opening his hands repeatedly to get a feel for his wrappings.

"Thanks Renka. Are we all done? Ready to head back?" said Rock, his exaltation palpable.

Satou clicked his tongue, furrowing his eyebrows as the irritation of the group chat reached its boiling point. He bent down and grabbed his backpack, "Yeah, let's go. I'm pretty hungry..."

"Oh man, we should see if we can get Kazuto to make us some food," chirped Ryuji, "He's a hell of a chef..."

The four packed their belongings and headed to the gym's exit. Although the facility was frequented by students and faculty, it was always kept in pristine condition. The linoleum floors sparkled, seemingly always stained with the aroma of lemon-scented cleaning product. Upon exiting the building, they were greeted by the amalgamation of colors, left behind by a setting sun.

"Hold on, let's wait a minute," said Satou, admiring the clear view of the evening sky.

"Sure," replied Rock, his eyes widening at the sight, fully taking in the scene.

The orange ball of fire was nowhere to be found, leaving behind a trail for the upper atmosphere to cradle. The trees in the distance blurred into silhouettes, being completely overshadowed by the merging of warm muted hues. Chalky, faded colors conflated into a churned spectacle of mauve and violet.

For a single moment, Rock had turned his head to see the reactions his friends had made of the spectacle. It was as if the sky had absorbed their exhaustion and worries, leaving them refreshed and at peace. However, one individual stood out from the others.

"Renka?" Rock asked softly, not wanting to disturb the peace.

She hummed in response, her eyes not leaving the horizon. There was a tinge of sorrow in her expression, only noticeable upon close examination.

He paused, unable to bring himself to speak.

Maybe... another time...

"Nothing," he replied.

They continued on their way to the dorms, relishing the remaining time they had with the beautiful sky before it grew black.

Wednesday, April 19th 7:24 p.m.

Rock sauntered to the living room, briskly massaging his damp hair with a soft towel. The boy plopped down onto a vacant spot on one of the couches, exhaling contently as he relaxed.

Nothing beats a quick shower after a workout.

"Took you long enough, Rock!" chided Ryuji, lounging on a separate couch, laying horizontally with his legs stretched out.

Satou sat uncomfortably on the end of the same couch, "Can't you sit like a normal person? I've got like no space here."

Rock replied with a toothy grin, "Sorry about that, I hurried as fast as I could! I didn't even do my hair." The soft towel rested on his shoulders, fully revealing his white and black hair, hanging casually with natural volume.

"Well, I suppose we'll get started," said Renka, scooting forward on her recliner chair to speak closer to the other three. "Earlier today when you three were sparring, I noticed a few problems. Let's start with Rock."

Rock perked up upon hearing his name, paying attention to the lecture to come.

"Rock, you fight like a barbarian," she scolded, "Your form is uncouth and you telegraph most of your movements. Although you hit much harder than any of us here, it's what made it easy for Ryuji to predict your attacks and counter accordingly. Your quirk should give you an incredible advantage due to it increasing your strength, speed and agility. I was surprised by how well-trained your body is. You have a wellspring of stamina and are willing to stick to a difficult training regimen, so you should have no problem in a battle of attrition. The biggest thing holding you back, is your simple and straightforward style."

While Ryuji and Satou snickered, Rock placed his newly wrapped hands on his knees and gripped firmly.

"What... what do you suggest?" he asked, having difficulty in accepting his blatant flaws.

I've always had a tough time fighting people... Riku's always knocked me around, even without using his quirk.

Rock didn't like to hit people very much. Inanimate objects are different stories since they don't hit back or cry out in pain.

Renka paused, placing a hand on her chin, "I would suggest you take time to seriously think about how you go about fighting. You need to use your brain more. Spar with whoever you can, and continue to change partners as frequently as possible, since practicing with the same person constantly will make you develop unnecessary habits."

Rock nodded, "I see..." He chuckled. "I uh- I couldn't even land a single hit on you during sparring. You weren't even using your quirk! You're way too fast! I mean, just look at this!" He groaned, pointing to a fresh black eye she had given him previously that day.

"Yeah, I know what you mean Rock. None of us landed any hits on her," said Ryuji, crossing his extended legs, continuing to scroll through social media on his phone.

"There's a good way to stop the movements of someone moving faster than you," she replied.

Rock tilted his head slightly to the right, unsure of what she was leading up to.

"You noticed how I kept swaying away from your punches, right? Aim for here," she patted her stomach with her right palm, "A strong body blow, will stop anyone in their tracks. With your strength, it should only take one hit for you to turn around a fight."

Satou felt a chill run down his spine, spurring him to briskly rub his arms to warm up, "Ugh... getting hit by Rock is not fun."

Ryuji nodded in agreement, a noticeable frown growing on his face.

Renka pointed a finger towards the smoky boy lazing on the couch, "Now for you, Ryuji."

Ryuji tensed up, eyes widening as he prepared for the storm of criticism.

"You're physically weak. From what you've told us, you haven't had any sort of physical training your whole life, aside from regular gym class. But Ryuji, the fact that you're here isn't a fluke," Renka points to the her forehead, "You strategize. To compensate for your lack of physical strength, thinking ahead and applying the plans you concoct on the fly is second nature to you. Ever since your loss in the flag battle exercise-"

Rock's lips quivered as he struggled to keep a straight face. Ryuji's eyebrows scrunched up at the mention of his defeat. Satou delivered a quick elbow to Rock's side, stopping his laughter in its tracks. After all, he lost alongside Ryuji.

"... You've been applying yourself in exercising with us, and doing your best to get stronger. That determination, and your mind, are your greatest strengths. I'd say you're definitely improving, and I don't really have any advice for you. So, job well done Ryuji," said Renka, delivering a satisfying nod with lowered eyelids.

Ryuji's bottom lip curled inward, his face reddening from the unexpected praise, "... Thanks."

"Satou's turn," murmured Rock, averting his eyes, clearly envious of Ryuji earning positive feedback.

Renka took a sip of a glass of water, the ice clinking against the container, "Satou is a different case. He doesn't have any flaws..."

Rock and Ryuji jolted up from their seats with a surprised expression, glaring with ill intent towards Satou. The boy in question replied with a smug and pompous expression.

"... and he doesn't have any strengths," she stated, lowering her glass upon a coaster, resting on the living room table.

Satou deflated, his elation gone in seconds. The other boys burst into laughter, taunting Satou with silly faces.

Renka rolled her eyes, attempting to move on, "You have a decent sense for fighting, and you use your head as well. You're an all-rounder, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The problem lies in the fact that you're not particularly strong in any category. You're easily overpowered and out-thought. If you are up against someone capable, they really have nothing to be afraid of."

"Ugh... Well, you really said it all," Satou grumbled, propping his elbow on the couch corner, resting his head on the back of his fist.

Renka raised her closed hand to her chin, humming flatly as she fell deeper in thought, "I actually... don't think I have any advice for you, Satou. I think it's something you have to figure out for yourself."

Rock and Ryuji glanced towards Renka, and then to Satou. They were both cool and composed.

Isn't that being too unfair? You can't just call out someone's flaws and not give any advice when you're critiquing everyone...

"I see," Satou said calmly, "I've actually... had those thoughts for awhile, and hearing you say them aloud really makes it feel real. Don't worry, I think I have an idea on where to go with those words."

The room immediately felt lighter, with Satou wiping away the intensity.

"So, what are Renka's flaws?" asked Ryuji, sinking further into the cushioning of the couch.

"Well-"

"Nope! You can't critique yourself," said Rock, chuckling profusely.

She huffed, leaning back into her recliner chair.

The three boys combined their minds to come up with suitable comments for her. With a collective nod, they were ready to begin, agreeing to move in clockwise order.

Rock raised a finger and pointed to his black eye, "You're too rough when you spar."

"Wait... does that even count?" she questioned, crossing her arms at the comment.

Ryuji affirmed her question with a wide grin, "Yes."

Satou interjected, "Wait, Rock is even more rough than Renka. You hit me super hard today!"

Rock raised a hand and cupped his cheek, "Wha- But I was going easy on you guys the entire time..."

Satou and Ryuji grimaced, disgusted by his brutish strength. Renka covered her mouth with her left hand, suppressing a giggle.

"My turn," said Ryuji, "You never wash your dishes after you use them! You just soak them in water and leave them in the sink."

Rock and Satou exchanged sounds of affirmation, looking to Renka with expressions of disgust. It was known throughout the dorm that an unknown individual was leaving unwashed dishes in the sink on a regular basis. Never did they expect that individual to be the girl before them. The audible crunch of chewing on ice was the only reply she could provide, being thoroughly embarrassed.

"This isn't even about fighting anymore," she curtly replied, her grip tightening on her glass.

Before Satou could open his mouth to present the final criticism, Renka thrust her glass forward, effectively dousing the boy with ice-cold water. Several cubes of ice bounced off of his skull, continuing their tumbling on the living room carpet. Satou screeched like a pterodactyl, raising his arms in defense after the beverage splashed onto his upper-torso and everything above. Rock and Ryuji's eyes widen at the event transpiring, unable to control their raucous laughter. Ryuji extended his hand, offering a worn-handkerchief to help his friend dry off.

"You don't even know what I was going to say," Satou whined, drying off with little progress.

"I'm sure it was just going to be a joke or something," she answered, her expression showing her lack of patience.

"I guess you'll never find out."

Curiosity evident in her subtle raise of her eyebrows, she turned towards Satou, ready to listen.

He cleared his throat, water still dripping from the ends of his fringe, "I wanted to say I'm glad you're hanging out with us, and training and whatever."

The three others stare in surprise, caught off guard by Satou speaking out of character.

Scratching his cheek with his right pointer finger, he continues his impromptu speech, "You weren't really enthusiastic about joining the losers club, but here you are now helping us get better. I never really thought of you as a loser anyways. You have this... different kind of aura. You kinda remind me of an amazon."

The final remark stimulated a reaction among his peers, beginning as snorts and bursts of air shooting out from puffed cheeks, leading to rowdy hysterics.

Feeling oddly satisfied with speaking his mind, Satou sat with his chest puffed, continuing to wipe down what he could manage with the old handkerchief.

"These really... aren't criticisms about fighting," she replied, looking downwards to hide her grin.

Her smile had grown exponentially into one of genuine emotion. It was contagious. The others soon found themselves following her example. After this day, the losers would regularly meet at U.A.'s gym at 5:00 p.m. every Wednesday. They had also gained a new permanent member, an amazon to lead them to new heights.

Hey dudes! Thanks for reading. This is just a little chapter thrown inbetween longer ones, some character interaction and whatnot. There will be another one after this, which will lead to the sports festival / end of term exam hopefully. Please leave a comment, let me know what you think of the story so far. I believe I have a solid idea on where to take this.