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During the time Yoshihara was taken in by Kayama-san, she got accustomed to the new suite she would live in for the foreseeable future. The suite was located at the top of a famous love hotel: Love Love Deluxe. Kayama-san had a hand in creating it due to being friends with the architect and, eventually, became its owner.

As a way to thank Midnight, Yoshihara took up a job at the love hotel as one of the receptionists, mostly for 2-hour night shifts from 9 pm to 11 pm. She even helped clean the rooms with the staff as a way to make some extra money after school as a further way to show her appreciation.

The suite the two shared was twice as big as the apartment she used to live in, and it had an actual bedroom for her to sleep in. There was a small kitchen with a fridge and a stove, as well as a few cupboards to store dishes off to the side of a living room with a T.V. and a table. There was even a miniature hot tub located just adjacent to the living room with viewing access to the TV.

When Yoshihara questioned Kayama-san why she decided to have a hot tub in her suite, she simply replied "Why not?"

Even though she had moved an hour away from Aldera Junior High, she still went there. She was too far into her final year to switch schools, which was the explanation she gave to Kayama-san when she asked why she didn't want to switch to the closer, more reliable Musutafu Private School.

In terms of school, it was the same: Go to class, eat alone as preferred, then go back home and study. And while that was how her life had gone prior to beginning meeting Nemuri Kayama, a new thing, aside from helping with the staff and the night shift she took up, was added to that list of things she did.

She trained with Kayama-san.

Midnight was a tough teacher, forcing her not to use her "Quirk" so that her body would be able to withstand the beatings that it would get on the regular in the line of work as a Pro Hero. While at first Yoshihara didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to use her "Quirk" she would quickly learn that it was for the best that Nemuri had taught her that way.

It first started with basic stance practices, making sure her footwork was good and that she at least knew what she was doing. Then it slowly evolved into dodging punches and kicks while standing still. It took several attempts to even dodge a single punch—let alone a kick! While the punches and kicks Midnight had been dishing out were weak, they still hurt, and they were lightning quick. There was a reason why she was a Pro Hero, after all.

Even after getting the option to stop this kind of training, Yoshihara persevered. This was the only good thing to happen to her in her life, so why would she drop it just because it was difficult? After two days of taking punches and kicks from the Rated-R Hero, Yoshihara finally could dodge anything Midnight sent her way, so long as she was standing still.

When it came to dodging things while moving and blocking? It took her an additional two weeks to get the hang of that. Nonetheless, she was able to do so, and thus they moved on to the next step of her training.

The next thing Yoshihara practiced was shadowboxing. This helped her practice the types of close-ranged attacks and blocks that she could use to her advantage when she was unable to use her "Quirk." While Midnight was unaware of it, it also helped out her "Quirk" at the same time.

These were mostly kickboxing techniques such as low kicks, roundhouse kicks, hammer kicks, jabs, right and left hooks, and some throws as well as the ability to properly read one's opponent. This process took five months to master, on top of lifting weights, doing basic exercises, and going on morning and nightly runs.

All of this was to increase her stamina and ability to go at things for long amounts of time. One couldn't be a Pro Hero without the stamina to stay alive for long periods against strong villains. That was what caused a lot of deaths for young up-and-comers like Yoshihara.

When Midnight believed her to be at a passing level for introductory stuff that would be built upon during her time at U.A., and when Yoshihara was caught up with other academic things such as projects, tests, studying, and homework, she started to train with her in hand-to-hand combat. No Quirks, just pure skill.

Four months went by far too fast for any of them to notice, each of them giving it their all. By the time the four months came to an end, Yoshihara was able to knockout Midnight, and while out of all the matches that they held, it was only once, and even then, it was a fluke as the pro had accidentally opened herself to an uppercut, allowing Yoshihara to score a knock-out-blow.

It felt cheap, and it felt like Yoshihara hadn't earned it. The blonde had even said to herself that she wasn't ready, and even after many discussions about how she felt inadequate to be a part of U.A. Despite all of that... Midnight deemed her worthy enough to go to U.A. and gave her a recommendation because, in Midnight's eyes, she was more than worthy of being a pro hero at that point.

Even though she viewed this as all unearned, in the end, all of her training had paid off. And while there was still one month away till The Recommendation Exam, that didn't mean there still wasn't more to do… And she learnt that the hard way.

[Present Day – 6 AM, Monday, March 12th, 2123]

The sound of a peaceful alarm echoed throughout a moderately sized bedroom. The window to the room was open, allowing white drapes to flow in the calm morning winds as rays of sunshine entered through the window, illuminating the once-dark bedroom. Off to the side of the room, a figure shifted underneath a set of heavy fibre blankets on a single-sized bed.

A light groan came from underneath the covers, as a hand reached out to a brown bedside table. The hand grabbed hold of a phone—the object responsible for creating the sound of the alarm. A finger lazily swiped up on the screen as a means to stop the incessant noise before placing the phone gently back down on the table, the hand retreating underneath the blankets.

Afterwards, the figure, a teenage girl to be exact, who was still underneath the blanket sat up, stretching out her arms as she let out a soft, barely audible yawn. Bangs of her golden blonde hair covered her eyes as she stretched, not noticing that the covers had fallen off her top, exposing that the blonde had been wearing a shoulderless fluffy pink blouse.

Pushing her hair out of her face, sky-blue eyes lazily opened to greet the early morning. Looking around the room, the teen's eyes glanced over a dresser with a mirror, then to a closet, and a bookshelf filled to the brim with pre-Quirk Era Shojo and Shonen Manga like Sailor Moon, K-ON, and Soul Eater. Next to the shelf sat a T.V. set hooked onto a wall—walls that had been painted light orange with a "skyline" of a dimmed-down yellow, mimicking that of a sunset.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, the blonde flipped the rest of the covers off of her body, revealing her to be wearing a pair of trimmed pink shorts underneath. Her legs were toned and slightly muscular from the training she had endured over eight months, though they were leaner than outright bulging.

Jumping out of bed, she stretched out her back, bending backwards as she groaned a tad bit louder than when she did upon waking up. She had been sore from doing a sparring session with Midnight, aka Kayama-san. She had even remarked to herself last night how it was going to hurt in the morning. Lo-and-behold she was right. Afterward, she corrected her posture, standing up straight as a smirk found its way onto her face. The reason why she was smirking was because of a calendar hanging just adjacent to her closet.

The calendar was hero-themed, with each of the twelve months being themed after the top twelve heroes in all of Japan. Since it was currently March, the calendar was themed after the Pro Hero – Hawks, one of the blonde's personal favourites for reasons that would be obvious for any teenage girl, or teenage boys for that matter, into hot blond twinks or twinks in general.

But that wasn't why she was smirking. No, because she didn't care for that kind of thing, not entirely anyway. She was smirking because of today's date. Today marked the second week of March, and on April 1st, the entrance exam U.A. held would be available to the public, but just before that, a special exam was held for those who other Pro Heroes recommended being a part of the hero course, and that exam was only two weeks away, landing on March 24th.

She had been both nervous and excited for that day. On that day, she would be able to test her merit. To show that she was ready to become a Pro Hero and prove to herself that the training she had endured actually meant something.

"Just two more weeks, and I'll be able to take on The Recommendation Exam!" The blonde said, her voice sounding slightly rough due to a dry throat and a lack of water. She had an hour to get ready for school, catch the bus, and show up on time.

Usually, going to school was something that Yoshihara had no real care for. She was a born natural at it, but that didn't mean she liked it. However, today was different.

Over the past eight months, Yoshihara Kira had been looking out for the green-haired boy from the video she had watched all that time ago. Despite his bright green hair, he was more elusive than a camouflaged snake. A part of Yoshihara believed that he might've gone to a different school. However, the fact that he wore the same uniform as the other males at her school seemed to disprove this.

The more she thought about how she was acting toward trying to find him, the more she realized that it was kind of stalker-ish. That little disturbing tidbit of self-reflection aside, her mindset remained untainted with the kind of association a "stalker" would have. It wasn't as if she wanted to follow him home and take pictures of him. All she wanted to do was meet him and potentially get a friend out of the encounter.

After all, Kayama-san did say that being alone wasn't exactly a good thing and that having connections with people would make her quality of life better.

If only she knew…

The bit about her strange and… unhealthy behaviour aside, it led her to believe that he DID go to Aldera. However, no matter how hard she tried to find him, he was NEVER around. It was like looking for Waldo in those old pre-Quirk eras Wheres Waldo books.

Today, however, she was determined to find him, more so than any other day. She didn't know why but she was. Her curiosity was at its peak, and she needed to have it satisfied sooner rather than later.

Opening up her closet, she grabbed her school uniform before exiting her bedroom, watching Nemuri walk out of her room in her pro-hero uniform. The R-rated heroine waved at her before heading down a set of stairs. In response, Yoshihara waved at her before walking to the bathroom, which was just two rooms to her bedroom's left.

When she entered the bathroom, she quickly turned on the bathtub faucet and let the water run on hot for a while as the blonde stripped down to nothing, looking at herself in the mirror.

Her body was rather muscular for a girl her age, shoulder muscles defined, though only slightly. Her arms were moderately sized similar to that of a professional swimmer, her back muscles were slightly prominent, though she'd have to flex to show off anything, and the startings of a six-pack were beginning to form on her stomach region.

The blonde wasn't a buff semi-truck—she was more lean than mountain-sized—though if a person looked at her the way she was right now, they would think more than twice to pick on her. Most girls in the changing rooms at the schools learned that pissing her off led to bloody noses or spun jaws. Despite this, no one reported her to the principal because of her connection to Midnight.

Then, and more prominently, there were the scars.

Scars of varying shapes and sizes covered her upper arms, parts of her shoulders and lower neck—specifically one that looked awfully like a star, and her upper and lower back. Some even appeared on her knees and near her waist. She hated looking at her body for too long in the mirror. It always brought her back to a time she'd wish to forget. A time when her life hadn't been so nice. A time even before that crappy sex-worker job and before the crappy apartment.

A past that she had run away from, and buried for a reason.

Quickly looking away from herself in the mirror, she checked the water, turned the faucet handle a tad over to the left, checked again, then turned on the showerhead.

The shower was short, sweet, and to the point. Wash hair, condition hair, rinse hair, scrub down her body, rinse off, exit shower, dry off, then get dressed. She didn't like wasting time in the mornings, as to her, wasting any time was like wasting your life. Just before she left the bathroom, she turned on the fan to clear the steam from the shower before grabbing her dirty clothes and walking downstairs.

As soon as she entered the living room, she was met with Midnight, Aka Nemuri Kayama, skinny dipping in the hot tub. "Good morning, Yoshi-chan. How was the sleep?" The ravenette teased her with the nickname she utterly hated, causing the blonde to puff up her cheeks with indignation.

"I told you to stop calling me that!" Yoshihara bit out, which earned a chuckle from the pro hero, who sunk deeper into the water with a relaxed sigh.

"You know, you need to try this hot tub on your own one of these times. It's the best way to relax those aching muscles of yours that you keep mumbling about in the mornings," Nemuri commented as Yoshihara sighed, before turning away from the older woman and walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah, right, like I'd do that. That aside, aren't you supposed to be heading out on patrol, or did someone else take up your spot again?" Yoshihara avoided the topic by asking the pro a reasonable question, which earned her a slight frown. The older woman seemed to be annoyed that it had been brought up, but at the very least it was a good way to pivot from whatever that conversation would've turned into had she not.

"Why yes. A newbie, Mt. Lady I think her name was, took my position for the morning. She's new, so I let her. Besides, she needs the exposure," the hero replied as Yoshihara nodded, going to the fridge before grabbing some milk, walking over to a cupboard for a bowl, and then grabbing a box of All-Might-O's, Chocolate edition. Nemuri noticed this and raised an eyebrow, turning to face the direction of the kitchen with her arms folded against the porcelain lining for the hot tub.

"Having a cheat day, I see?" Nemuri questioned as Yoshihara grunted in response, pouring the cereal into the bowl, followed by the milk. As soon as she did so, two slices of toast popped out of a toaster, making Nemuri curse under her breath. "Oh, shoot, I forgot about that. Uh, hey, Yoshi-chan, do you mind buttering those up for me, please, thank you?" Nemuri asked, a dopey smile on her face as Yoshihara scoffed.

There she was with that nickname. How many times now had she asked Kayama-san to stop calling her that? It had to be at least in the triple digits by now, right? Yoshihara sighed, walking over to the toaster and retrieving the toast, a spreading knife, and a small swab of butter. "Fine," the blonde muttered, earning a smile from the pro.

"Thanks~! You're the best, you know that," the ravenette commented as Yoshihara's cheeks were stained a slight pink from the compliment, a rarity in her lifetime.

The only time she ever got compliments were— "No, don't think about that. That stupid job is long behind you, enough!" The blond thought, her eyes narrowing as she did as she was asked. Once she was done, she put it into the microwave to keep it warm. After that was done, she poured herself and snagged a spoon from the utensils drawer before grabbing her bowl of cereal and walking over to the living room with her food and switching on the TV.

The first thing that switched on was the news, and the moment it came on, the cameras showed a fight happening in downtown Esuha with the pro hero Fatgum and a sidekick or intern or whoever that person had been with a weird chimera Quirk, as well as another with a psychic Quirk, fighting against a few Yakuza thugs. The reporter commented on it like it was a football game, which annoyed Yoshihara, though she assumed it could've been worse.

"You see that Yoshi-chan," Nemuri spoke up, earning Yoshiahra's attention. "One of these days, you're going to be doing that with a pro hero once you get your provincial license," Nemuri said, getting out of the hot tub as she wrapped herself in a towel. Yoshihara responded with a hum, shovelling some of the chocolaty cereal into her mouth.

She wasn't very talkative in the mornings, usually just wanting to keep to herself so that she could move on with her day—something that Nemuri found bothersome—though it was normal for the blonde. Unless something truly caught her attention and she wanted to speak about it, trying to start a conversation with her in the morning was like trying to thread a needle.

It didn't take long for Yoshihara to finish breakfast and prep her bag for school. By that time, Nemuri was upstairs in her room—the sounds of pleasure echoing from said room indicated to the blonde that she was hornier than a succubus at the moment, which irritated her. It was a side-effect of the pro's Quirk. If she wasn't bored, happy, drunk or otherwise in some other mood, she was hornier than a rabbit during mating season, which was weird since her Quirk was sleep-gas.

That wasn't a bad thing. The blonde didn't mind, in fact, she saw it as a kind of… interesting thing to behold how someone could even get that… emotional was beyond her. And if it ended there everything would've been fine. But, that wasn't the case, and it was at this point that things got a little… dicey.

You see, it was when the ravenette tried hitting on her that it became problematic. While this wasn't a side effect of her Quirk, it was more or less a problem with Nemuri's past as a sex worker, which sometimes showed up from time to time while in one of her "Quirk-activated-horny-moments," patent pending, which caused her to do this.

Yoshihara was Bi-sexual which considering her job in the past made money roll in like stones during an avalanche. Sure, it painted people like her in a bad light, but if she could use it to make some money, then so be it.

Tangent aside, what she was trying to get at was that it wasn't that it was an issue based on her sexual preferences, but rather a morality issue on the stance that Yoshihara was a minor and Nemuri was an adult. Granted, the Age of Consent Laws stated that it was legally okay due to the age gap being regarded as "legal," but morally, it wasn't. Besides, it wasn't like anything happened during her horny-fugue states. And if anything did start to happen then she had all the means at her disposal to restrain the woman until it wore off.

Thankfully, that hadn't happened yet, and probably never would, but on the off chance it did she always kept a little bit of rope under her bed just in case.

Whenever Nemuri would snap out of her little horn-dog trance, she would profusely apologize to the blonde for it, usually ending in Midnight trying her best to distance herself from the blond for a week as a result and be more on top of her medication for her Quirk side-effect control.

Yoshihara didn't hold it against the ravenette, who was still seeking Quirk counselling for the issue, but it was rather annoying when it did happen. It was gross, and it was pedophilic, but due to it being a side-effect from her life experiences, mixed with the dramatic amplification her Quirk caused, it was something that Yoshihara had to, albeit annoyingly, overlook for the time being.

The golden underline was that she was seeking counselling for it, so it wasn't all bad.

By the time Nemuri came out of her room, Yoshihara was already gone and off to school. The walk wasn't all that long, nor was it short. It was a reasonable distance considering she didn't just walk, she took a bus. She wanted to be on time for her classes after all, and the last thing she wanted was to be edging it with the bell. That way, she could have some time during lunch to find that green-haired boy.

On her way into the school, just before she got to the entrance, a boy with grey hair done in a crew cut wearing the school's uniform slammed into her shoulder. The two's eyes made contact with each other, her sky blue eyes staring daggers into his bright orange ones. "The fuck you lookin' at?" The boy spat, walking past her in a slouch.

"Asshole…" Yoshihara cursed under her breath. Clearing her head as she sighed. No use in saying or doing anything. Besides, she didn't even recognize him. He was either a student who never came in on time most of the time, or he was a transfer from another school. Considering his delinquent attitude, she assumed the latter.

Upon entering the school, she went straight to her classroom—Class 3-C—and took her seat at the back of the class, then moments later, the teacher came in, the bell rang, and classes began.

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To say that Izuku Midoriya was having a bad day was an understatement. Classes had just ended for a lunch break, and already, before he could get to his locker, one of Kacchan's friends decided it was a good time as ever to start picking on him.

The boy's name was Takime Shinguichi, his Quirk being called Stretchy Long Fingers. The ability was in the Quirk's name. The boy had long fingers that could stretch up to twenty meters in length, any longer, however, and they snap back like a stretchy band, causing knuckle pain.

Takime was your stereotypical lanky teen with brown hair covering his eyes and a pointed chin. Izuku, for his part, was just as lanky, though not as tall. However, his hair was puffier than short and thin, nor was it long for that matter.

Both teens wore the male version of the Aldera Junior High School uniform. A black blazer with yellow buttons, black pants, and while usually, most kids kept with the normal black shoes, Izuku took it upon himself to wear a pair of red sneakers. That way, he didn't look like he was about to attend a funeral.

Currently, he was being lifted in the air by his collar, while another boy who was probably friends with Takime used a water Quirk to spray him—no—douse him in water in what Izuku could only assume was a way to make him look even more like a loser than everyone said he was. While Izuku was annoyed by this, it was better than being pelted with explosions by Kacchan.

"See, Deku, that's what happens to Quirkless shits like you who want to be a wannabe hero!" Takime spat, dropping the boy in a puddle of water created by the other boy, who then kicked him in the ribs as a sharp pain shot through his body, making the greenette wince. After a few seconds of the two boys laughing at the green-haired boy, they walked away satisfied with what they had done, and leaving the once clean and non-soaked teenager by himself.

His teachers were going to scold him for being so wet, and even if he tried to defend himself, they weren't even going to bother to listen. It was awful, but he was used to it. That was his life, and there wasn't anything he could do to change it. That was the price of being Quirkless—to be mocked and shamed for it.

To be a failure….

Picking himself up off the floor, Izuku made his way to a nearby bathroom in a vain attempt to dry off. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a messy, unclean, and, more importantly, full bathroom. People were smoking, listening to loud music, and… whatever the heck those moaning sounds were. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was…. This school already had a bad reputation as it was, so if it was what he thought it was then word would catch on quickly.

"Note to self… should probably report that to the Headmaster… if he'll even take my complaint seriously…" Izuku noted to himself mentally as he ventured further into the bathroom.

Nobody paid him any mind, which was a good thing seeing as the last thing he wanted to have to happen to him was being called out for being soaking wet. Making his way past a few people who barely paid him any mind, he grabbed a few pieces of paper towel before scampering out of the bathroom.

As soon as he got out, he started wiping himself down, muttering under his breath about how "he'll never get dry enough before class" and "his teachers are going to rip him a new one" over and over again.

That was until…

"Hey!"

The boy immediately perked up at hearing another voice in the hallway. He saw a bunch of people, but there was one that was in front of him who was of a similar height to him, although he was a smidge taller. The person in question was a golden-blonde-haired girl. She had sky-blue eyes, and for whatever reason, a smile on her face. Although it almost looked… forced. He knew what a forced smile looked like, hell he had worn a forced smile a lot at home to make sure his mom didn't worry about him, and that smile was a forced one.

That aside, Izuku sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke. "U-Uh… are you talking to me?" Izuku asked, pointing at himself as the girl's smile faltered for a few seconds, her eyebrow raised for a split second before her expression returned to what it was before.

"Well, duh, who else would I be talking to, the invisible nudist kid behind you?" The girl quipped which, admittedly got a snort out of him, though the girl didn't seem to notice as she continued. "No, dummy, I'm talking to you," The blonde-haired girl said, causing Midoriya's eyes to widen.

"OH MY GOD, A GIRL'S TALKING TO ME!" Izuku thought, his mind racing a mile a minute thinking as to why when the girl clapped in front of him. "O-oh, sorry, I-I u-um…."

"No, it's okay, hey, you wanna walk and talk? I kinda don't want all these people staring at us," the blonde said as Izuku stood up straight, still dripping in water. It was at that moment that he realized all eyes were on them, causing his face to flush in embarrassment.

"Y-Yeah! Let's!" He felt as if he was screwing up massively, but instead of her rolling her eyes or acting like he was being a nuisance, she… giggled? Was this some sort of setup? No one in their right mind would just… walk up to him and talk to him? Any moment now, he half expected her to beat him up, but as they walked away out of the hallway, she just seemed to be in her own little world, that was until they got outside, and she turned to him with a smile.

"You're the kid from that video online. The kid who threw the bag at the slime villain not too long ago, right?" The blonde asked, catching him off guard. There was a video? Was she here to humiliate him? He hoped not. She seemed nice, and a part of him thought they could be friends, but then he remembered what Kacchan told him a while back.

"Quirkless losers like you don't have friends, Deku, so stop following me around and saying that we're friends, 'cause we're not!"

Of course, he didn't believe that. Kacchan was just in a bad mood that day. He was sure they were still friends.

"U-Uh… Yeah…" As soon as he said that, the blonde… fisted the air? Why? She had a goofy smile on her face too. Why was she so happy? Was it because… was it because of him? And… why was her face a little red? And, was it just him, or did her eyes actually just now show some form of light in them? Before they looked dull and lifeless, but now she looked… alive? Was that the right word?

"Dude, I can't believe I actually found you! Do you know how hard it was just to track you down? I swear, even with that weird hair of yours, you blend in with everyone else here. It's nuts! I've been meaning to ask you a bunch of questions about that. I don't know what it was, but the way you ran in there and tried to save that kid while all the other heroes did nothing, was awesome! Or, well, actually kinda upsetting since you were the one who basically saved that kid, then All Might swooped in, but that doesn't matter. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm actually talking to you!"

Was she fangirling over him? Why? He didn't do anything remarkable. All he did was make a stupid mistake and ended up getting hurt in the process. For a second there, her face lit up as if she was talking to a hero. He… wasn't a hero. He was just Quirkless. Well, he wasn't a hero yet, he was still training with All Might, and he was even going to get his Quirk, but, right now, he was just a Quirkless loser, just as Kacchan said.

Just as Kacchan said… If it wasn't for meeting All Might, he would've— "Nope! Let's not and say we did, yeah?" Izuku interrupted himself before clearing his throat. It was only now that he realized that the girl was still staring at him with expectant eyes, waiting for him to say something. And… again, her face was a little red.

"U-Uh… are you okay? Your face is a little red…." Izuku muttered, causing the girl to stop talking and freeze up, looking away with an embarrassed expression.

"O-Oh! Oh my god, I'm sorry. I… I'm just excited, you know. I usually don't do this. It's kind of out of character for me to just fangirl over a guy I just met, but… it still amazes me that you saved someone, all without using your Quirk!" The blond said, causing Izuku to freeze. So that was what it was. She thought he just didn't use his Quirk.

"Well… it was fun while it lasted, I guess…" Izuku thought solemnly as he sighed. "Oh… Um, sorry. All I did was just mess it up for the other heroes and got caught by the villain. That, and I'm Quirkless…" As soon as he said that, her expression dropped completely. She was probably going to run away and never talk to him again, just like most people did. Then he was going to be alone again—

And suddenly, she smiled again. This time, it was a bit wider than the last one, and a little less forced this time around, which confused Izuku more than anything else. Namely, because why was she smiling? He was a pathetic, Quirkless loser, how could anyone find that worth smiling about?

"That's way cooler! You did that without a Quirk! I knew it! Either that or you just didn't want to use your Quirk because of some arbitrary reason that made no sense at all whatsoever. Also, I'm pretty sure that if you didn't throw that bag at the villain's eyes and allowed that kid to breathe, he probably would've died. That kid was purple in the face. No way in hell he would've survived that."

Her expression became serious as she slapped him on the cheek, but not in the "I'm gonna hurt you kind of way" in the more of a playful kind of way. It still shocked him, but at least it wasn't meant to hurt him. "Have a bit more confidence, will ya?" The blonde said, confusing Izuku even more.

"She thought… that was cool?" Midoriya, unknowingly, said out loud.

"OF COURSE I DID! I mean, a Quirkless kid, doing a hero's job better than the hero! How can that NOT be cool!" The blonde stated, causing him to pale.

"Gah, I said that out loud! Oh god, I'm sorry!"

"Stop apologizing!"

The two stared at each other for a second, Izuku being concerned and the girl having a serious expression on her face. That was at least before the blonde burst out laughing. Wiping a tear from her eye, she calmed down before smiling. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Jeez, in all the hype of meeting you, I forgot to even introduce myself. My name is Kira Yoshihara. It's nice to meet you, uh…." She gestured for him to speak, and when she did, his voice came out a bit more squeaky than he would've liked.

"Ah, oh, um, my name is Midoriya Izuku. It's nice to meet you, Kira-san!" The green-haired boy bowed as the girl giggled again, causing him to straighten himself out.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Midoriya-Kun, maybe we can talk after school—" As soon as she spoke, the bell rang, signifying them to return to class. "Oops, that's the bell, gotta go, talk to you later, Midoriya-Kun!" And with that, Yoshihara ran off to class, leaving Midoriya with a sense of confusion and also a tad bit taken aback by the whole thing.

Did he just… make a friend?

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Sitting in class, Yoshihara felt a bit flustered.

She did what she set out to do, that being meeting Midoriya, but she hadn't expected him to be a flustered and, quite frankly, sad kid. Not sad as in the emotion, nor sad as in disappointing, but sad as in, he didn't have a lot of confidence in himself. She was sure that could be ironed out as their hopeful friendship continued, but it felt almost… upsetting. It was like he wasn't even bothering on trying to acknowledge his accomplishments.

That… was concerning, though she wasn't going to assume anything. But, it was something she'd keep in mind going forward. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off because she was coming on him too strong. Nervous people tended to be more skittish.

As she jotted down her notes, all she could think of was Midoriya. He was, for all intents and purposes, a funny guy. He was a bit of a dork, and he was very, very socially awkward, but from what she could see, he was just a nervous guy with little to no confidence, which wasn't helped by the fact that he lacked a Quirk.

She wondered if he had any friends. Maybe that was the problem? If that was the case, she would be his friend. Don't get her wrong, while Yoshihara liked to be alone after all the sounds of peace and quiet allowed her to concentrate more. However, if she was going to be a hero, then making friends was going to be important.

Making friends meant building connections. Building connections meant getting to know future partners and branching out to agencies. That was, of course, assuming Midoriya was aiming to be a hero. Quirkless or not, in her opinion, she believed that he could become one rather easily. Sure he'd rely on support gear, but at least it was manageable. All he needed to get was a boost in confidence and suddenly you got a hero on your hands. But even so, even if he decided that being a hero wasn't for him, knowing people her age was better than not knowing anyone.

As Yoshihara sat in her class, trying to get the green-haired boy out of her head, she heard giggling coming from the corner of the classroom. Her eyes quickly glanced over to them, both of them whispering to each other. Yoshihara didn't really care all too much about what they were saying, but they had her attention. So, she listened to whatever the two teens were giggling about.

"Did you hear? Kira-chan talked to that Quirkless kid!" One of them said as the girl beside her giggled.

"Oh my god, why would she ruin her reputation by talking to that defect?" the other girl said as Yoshihara narrowed her eyes. A part of her wanted to jump down their throats and rip them a new one, but she also knew that getting a smear on her perfect record at school would be a bad choice.

But at the same time, protecting her new friend's dwindling dignity…

Yoshihara Frowned. If she continued to listen, she'd get far too angry to control herself. Even with her… predicament, anger seemed to be universal no matter who or what you were.

After she stopped listening, she looked up at the board, continuing to jot down the notes. The Hiragana on the board was not exactly the easiest to read—the teacher had bad penmanship—but that didn't stop her from doing her best to try and copy it down on a piece of paper.

As soon as she got the last sentence down, the bell rang, signifying the class change. As the teacher wiped down the board and made his way out of the room, Yoshihara felt someone tap on her shoulder. Glancing behind her, she saw the two girls from before who were talking about Midoriya standing behind her.

"Hey, not trying to pry or anything, but, tugging on that boy's heartstrings, ya' know, pretending to be his buddy and all, isn't that kind of cruel?" The girl on the left asked as the girl on the right, who looked identical to the girl on the left, giggled.

The two girls had short black hair, and brown eyes and both of their mouths looked like puppet mouths. These two girls were the Tiyama twins, and their shared Quirk was called Puppeteer, which allowed them to turn anyone they wanted into puppets. The more they used their Quirk, however, would progressively make the more puppet-like they became puppets as a result. Every twenty-four hours, they would reset back to normal.

"Yeah, you know that isn't nice, right? I mean, the poor guy gets led on by some many people, why would you add to the pile" The other twin said, fake sincerity in her voice and a vindictive gleam in their eyes as Yoshihara glared at them.

Bullies. She hated bullies. She couldn't stand them. To her, they were a nuisance to society. A nuisance on the same level as low-level street thugs. If she had her way with anyone who hurt those under them, or weaker than them, she'd gladly teach them a lesson they'd never forget.

A lesson that left nothing behind…

Yoshihara bit the inside of her cheek, clenching her hand into a fist. "Keep it together Yoshihara… don't let the intrusive thoughts win…" Yoshihara thought as she frowned, maintaining her glare as she spoke.

"What makes you think I'm pretending to be his friend? Unlike you two, I'm not a manipulator, so scram back to your seats before the teacher catches you up and about. You wouldn't want to upset the next guy anyway, would you?" Yoshihara said, her voice monotone and casual as the two twins huffed, levelling glares at the girl before returning to their seats.

Yoshihara wasn't too fond of bullies. Before her "Quirk" awakened, she was deemed Quirkless, and for eight years of her life, she was mocked and harassed by everyone around her, including her mother. But when her "Quirk" awakened, all of that changed. Everyone who hated her suddenly loved her and wanted to be her friend. Of course, she ignored them and blocked them out of her life, and while they were nicer to her, that didn't change her opinion of them.

Bullies were just that, bullies. They could never be friends, nor could they be trusted. Or, sure, they could be redeemed, but Yoshihara was petty. Very, very petty and would count even the smallest things as mistakes for their potential redemption.

While what the twins said was wrong, she still felt a little wrong for just introducing herself to the kid and then leaving him alone at the end of the lunch bell. At least she said that she wanted to talk after school.

Another part of her also felt embarrassed about the whole meeting. She never fangirled over anyone's actions at all in her entire life, even All Might's. So for her to just… do that in front of a guy she didn't know the name of made her feel really uncomfortable and probably made him feel uncomfortable, too.

But at the same time, she saw what he did to be extremely cool. He saved a kid's life while the heroes did nothing about it. Sure, All Might swooped in right in time to take out the villain, but even from the angle of the camera that the guy had recorded, she could see just how pale the hostage's skin was. Just a single moment more, and that kid would've been dead.

And Midoriya saved that kid before any of the heroes even bothered to step up, all while being Quirkless.

She didn't know what happened to the kid after the fact, but she hoped he got a lot of applause or maybe a tip or two from the pros because if it weren't anything but that, she'd be pretty angry otherwise. Then again, there wasn't much the blonde would be able to do about it if he wasn't at least given a supportive comment by even one of the heroes on the site.

Her thoughts were broken by the sound of chalk being put onto a blackboard as the low-sounding voice of the next teacher began to speak, causing Yoshihara to grab her binder and open up to a new page while writing down the notes on the board.

The class went by faster than usual, seeing as she was focused more than she typically was. When the bell rang, she quickly packed all of her stuff into her bag, then, just before she could leave, the sound of an explosion rippled out through the school, causing the other students to stand up. Muttering began to spread through the rest of the class as the teacher clapped, getting everyone's attention.

"Don't mind that. It's merely Bakugo-Kun. He's most likely venting again. Everyone, remember, today's assignment is simple. Please use the textbook if you have to. This is due Friday. After that, we'll take the next week off of work and watch some movies. Then you'll graduate. Everyone, have a good day!" The teacher said as everyone bowed out for the day.

"Someone else who can use explosions, eh? Interesting…" Yoshihara thought, glancing across the hall. The classroom adjacent to hers was the class it came from. Stepping out of her classroom, bag in hand, she watched as the door opened, revealing the inside of the classroom to be a mess, and for a familiar green-haired boy looking scared at another blond boy, sparks flying from his hand. She was close enough to hear what the boy was saying, so she listened in.

"Listen here, shitty Deku. If you don't pull your fucking application from U.A., I'll make you wish you hadn't, ya understand?" The blond boy growled, which caused Yoshihara to clench her fist in a seething anger smouldered in her very soul. She might not've known Izuku for more than a few minutes, but she couldn't stand bullies.

Walking into the other classroom, she narrowed her eyes at the blond bomber before clearing her throat, catching his attention. "Hey, asshole. Look over here," the blond did as she asked, followed by everyone else in the room as muttering began to erupt from the other students in the class. Ruby-red eyes met sky-blue ones as the blond boy snarled, glaring at the girl.

"The fuck do you-"

Before he could continue his sentence, a pink, black-gloved arm zoomed out from Yoshihara's shoulder as a fist slammed into Bakugo's face, blood exploding from his nose as the boy was sent flying back into the wall near the windows, smashing through two desks as Izuku looked at her wide-eyed.

A violent pink aura flared around Yoshihara as the class gasped and muttered more. Bakugo began to stand up, only for Yoshihara to close the distance, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, angry blue eyes burrowing into his red ones, blood leaking down his lip and nose as he stared up at her, dazed but angered.

"Now you listen to me, asshole, if I hear another threat towards him one more time, next time, I'll punch you so hard that the wall won't save you from falling, do I make myself clear?" Yoshihara spat as the boy didn't speak. Instead, an explosion erupted between the two, knocking the blonde girl away from the boy as she sputtered, catching herself before she fell from the pain in her chest.

The blond-haired boy snarled at Yoshihara, rubbing his nose as he grunted. Flecks of blood covered his fist as he scoffed, glaring at the golden-blonde girl as he cracked his neck, spitting out blood from his mouth.

"Whatever, fuckin' extra. Defend Deku all you want, but you just earned a target on your back, watch yourself, bitch," the blond snarled, grabbing his bag as he wiped his nose and mouth. All the teacher could do was stare with wide eyes as Yoshihara's aura died down. The blond teen coughed into her hand as Izuku scampered over to her, a worried expression on his face as he grabbed her shoulder.

"Kira-san, are you-"

"I'm fine, Midoriya-Kun. Let's go," Yoshihara said, shrugging the boy off of her, and sending a glare in the teacher's direction. The man immediately shrunk in on himself, which only made Yoshihara's glare worse. "You watched a poor, defenceless boy get bullied, and it took another student to step in to stop it. You're a disgrace to the profession of being a teacher, and you should be ashamed." With her peace said, Yoshihara grabbed Izuku's hand, dragging him out of the classroom as the green-haired boy was just barely able to grab his bag just before they left the room.

Upon making it out of the room, Yoshihara let go of his hand as they walked. The blond girl had more of a sense of annoyance in her step, whereas Izuku was more anxious. As they left the school, Izuku finally spoke up.

"Y-You know, you r-really didn't have t-to do that Kira-san…." As soon as the green-haired boy said that, Yoshihara stopped, causing the soft-spoken boy to make an "eep" sound as the blond turned around.

"Midoriya, let me level with you. I may not know you that well, but from what I heard, you plan to go to U.A., right?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku nodded, looking away shyly.

"I know… pretty stupid, right. B-But I made a promise to someone, so I can't break it. I'm going to go to U.A. regardless of what anyone says!" As soon as the green-haired boy made his proclamation, Yoshihara poked him in the chest, hard, making him stammer.

"Oh yeah? Well then, as your new, and from what I can assume your only friend, it's my job to push you. From what I saw back there, to me, that doesn't look like someone who is ready to go to U.A., so you know what, I want you to prove to me you got what it takes. By the end of this semester, once we all graduate, I want you to stand up to that bastard I just punched in the face and say, "I'm going to U.A., and there is nothing you can do to stop me," to his face without stuttering, or flinching, or in any weak-ass muttering voice. I want to hear that from my classroom across the hall. Think you can do that?" Yoshihara challenged as Izuku swallowed.

"But… Kacchan is also my friend…." Izuku muttered, causing Yoshihara to raise an eyebrow.

"Really then, well, where was this "Kacchan" when you were getting bullied by that blond prick?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku looked away, shame written all over his face as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow.

"That was Kacchan…" it was at this point that Yoshihara pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out an annoyed sigh. The world just seemed to hate this kid, didn't it? Stockholm syndrome was a bitch, wasn't it?

"This poor kid…." Yoshihara thought, gritting her teeth beneath her lips, before facing Izuku with a steely-eyed stare. There was no way he genuinely thought that this "Kacchan" person was his friend, right? That just seemed stupidly optimistic and or outright wishful thinking. Because what she saw back there were not the actions of a friend.

"Midoriya, that… that guy wasn't your friend. I hate to break it to you. That asshole was nothing of the sort. He's just that, an asshole. If you thought that guy was your friend, then I'd hate to see what you saw as a jerk," Yoshihara stated, causing Midoriya to flinch.

"But—"

"No "buts," Midoriya. He isn't your friend. The sooner you realize that the better you're life will be. Okay?" Yoshihara stated, turning around as she began to walk away. "I have a bus to catch. I gave you my number. It's in your blazer pocket. Call me!" Yoshihara called out, running to catch her train as she heard the flabbergasted voice of Izuku off in the distance, letting out a small chuckle as she left.

Meanwhile, back in the school, a boy in class 3-B sat all by his lonesome, his purple hair styled like that of a pompadour as he looked at a picture of a blonde-haired girl. The picture was taken in the morning, the girl wearing a school uniform, seemingly on her way to a bus stop. The boy looked at it with little to no emotion, and as he stood up, his purple eyes glanced over at the door to Yoshihara's classroom his eyes narrowed.

"There's no doubt about it. She's a Stand User." And without any other words, the kid grabbed his backpack and walked out of the classroom he was in. He had a job to do.

-To Be Continued-