I never wanted to go to a Hero Academy, but that's not an easy decision to make then your guardian is the principle of U.A. High.
"We should all study for the entrance exams together!" a classmate of mine announced to my group. "We're all aiming for Fukuoka High, right?"
"Speak for yourself you Quirkless Bitch," a guy muttered in our group to which the girl punched him in the face.
"Not everyone can be as special as you," the girl muttered darkly, putting an emphasis on the word 'special' which caused everyone to laugh.
People with quirks and those without quirks get along well for the most part at my school. There are a few quirkless people who get bullied from time to time, but it's unavoidable. At least our school wasn't as extreme with bullying as others.
"Haru, why aren't you applying for a Hero Program?" one of the guys in my group asked me as he took the practice test book for Fukuoka High away from me.
"…I am…," I quietly said as all eyes landed on me.
Before I could continue a girl cut me off, "Haru-chan is obviously going to come with us to Fukuoka! She is too sweet and delicate for those entitled quirkful assholes!"
It wasn't a secret that my uncle was the principle of U.A. Academy. It also wasn't a secret among my classmates that I preferred to get a general education rather than a heroic one. Who could blame me? I didn't act like a hero, but my quirk says otherwise.
At times I get bullied myself by both people with quirks and without. It wouldn't be hard for me to get into a Hero Academy, and that's what some people hated about me. I would rather be quirkless, but that ticked off some who were quirkless.
As the months went by I went to cram school classes for both U.A. and Fukuoka; the latter behind my uncle's back.
He didn't support my aspiration to not be a hero. He gave me every possible lecture and talk he could muster to how me becoming a hero was what was best for me. I've heard it all.
I haven't brought up Fukuoka High ever since we had a fight about it a few months ago. That was one of the few times I've ever raised my voice at my uncle, but that courage would never last long against him.
It felt useless at this point in time to continue to rebel against his wishes when it would be to no avail, but I needed to hold into the fantasy that I could live a normal life.
The entrance exam for Fukuoka was to be held two weeks before U.A.'s meaning my admission results to Fukuoka would come before my next exam.
"Good luck, Haru-chan," my friends said to me as we all entered the testing area for Fukuoka.
"Good luck…," I responded.
I was happy when I got my acceptance letter to Fukuoka. No, that's an understatement. I was living my dream and desperately trying to hold onto it for as long as I could.