My Path To Become A Hero

by xXxlovely.lillyxXx

In a world where superheroes walked among everyday people, there was a girl named Yukimo with an extraordinary quirk to read minds. Some might have considered it a gift, but not for Yukimo. Everyone close to her abandoned her because they were disgusted by her quirk. After hearing from her favorite hero that she could become a hero, Yukimo decided to enroll at U.A. High.

6. Chapter 6

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I wanted to post another chapter to make it up to my readers because they had to wait so long. Enjoy!"

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Characters:

Yukimo (OC)
IzukuMidoriya
KatsukiBakugo

TenyaIida
Ochaco Uraraka
Eijiro Kirishima

Shota Aizawa

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"Hey, Yukimo-chan!" a bright red-haired boy approached Yukimo. .His hair is somewhat long, a bright red, and spiked away from his head at all angles with gel, with two more pronounced tufts spiked on either side of his forehead like little horns.

"Hi?" she replied, unsure of who he was.

"Ah, it's me! Eijiro Kirishima!" he introduced himself when he noticed she didn't recognize him at all. "We were at the same battle location for the entrance exam."

Yukimo's brow furrowed as she tried to place the name. Battle location? Entrance exam? It seemed like a lifetime ago, but she vaguely recalled the chaos of quirk battles and trying to stand out among so many talented students.

"Oh, you must be the guy with the hardening quirk, right?" Yukimo asked, her memory firing up as she recalled a boy whose body had turned jagged and rock-like, deflecting attacks like they were nothing. Eijiro grinned, his enthusiasm unbending as he nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, that's me! The one and only!" he said, striking a pose that accentuated his strong physique.

Yukimo couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Thinking back, she immediately noticed that he had changed his appearance. His hair, once black and just below shoulder length with shorter bangs between his eyes, was now bright red. If he hadn't introduced himself this time, she wouldn't recognize him at all. She wasn't the only one who wanted to change her look a bit; even if she only cut her hair short, it was still different.

"You look completely different. I like the change," Yukimo complimented him.

"Thank you," he said, blushing. "I see you've shortened your hair."

Yukimo nodded, running her fingers through her short, black locks that framed her face neatly. "Yeah, I thought it was time for something fresh. Plus, you know, easier to maintain when you're training," she admitted with a laugh, remembering the struggles of managing long hair during those intense practice sessions.

"I'm glad we're in the same class," Eijiro said with a smile as he reached out his hand toward her. She accepted it, and they shook hands. Just as she was about to say something, Yukimo suddenly felt a fist smash forcefully into the center of her head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Yukimo winced as she covered the painful spot on her head. She turned around and saw Katsuki glaring down at her, his expression fierce and unyielding.

"Shut up! Pay goddamn attention!" he yelled. "You're next with me and that loser. Let's go so I can beat you."

Yukimo blinked, her initial excitement dimming under Katsuki's fiery glare. Eijiro stepped back, his smile fading slightly as he sensed the escalating tension. "Hey, that's no way to talk to her!"

Katsuki, arms crossed and a scowl etched on his face, looked between Eijiro and Yukimo. "I don't care. Your cute little chats can wait. We've got a test to prepare for."

Yukimo sighed, realizing that the anger radiating from him was more than just irritation; it was his way of pushing her to be ready for anything. Being part of U.A. High School was about more than just hero training—it was a real test of endurance and courage.

Yukimo rolled her eyes before greeting Eijiro, then began preparing herself for the first test. She stretched her legs and warmed up. The first test was a 50-meter dash with Katsuki and Izuku.

As Yukimo stood at the starting line, she felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. The sun beat down on the field, but she could barely feel its warmth over the pressure of competition. Next to her, Katsuki was practically vibrating with energy, ready to unleash his explosive capabilities. Izuku, always the encouraging type, stood on the other side of her, giving her an eager thumbs-up.

'You really need to focus on yourself, Izuku-kun...baka' Yukimo thought, giving him a reassuring smile.

"On your mark... get set... go!" the robot announced, playing the sound of a gun going off.

Right after the sound of the gun, Katsuki used his explosions to boost his speed and finished first with a time of 4.13 seconds. Yukimo came in second with 6.85 seconds, and Izuku came last with 7.02 seconds.

As Yukimo caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her brow, her mind replayed the chaos of the race. Katsuki, as usual, boasted about how he had beaten both Izuku and Yukimo. Yukimo chose to ignore it and felt proud of how she had beaten her old record by 0.50 seconds. It wasn't much, but for her, it was progress.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, standing next to Izuku, who was busy catching his breath.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay," he answered. "Good job, Yuki-chan."

"Thanks, Izuku-kun!" Yukimo beamed, her earlier exhaustion fading as they both walked back toward the crowd. During the first test, Tenya caught Yukimo's eye. He wasn't one of her favorites at the moment, but she had to admit that his time of 3.04 seconds was impressive.

The excitement from the race barely had time to settle when testing continued. Students shuffled around, whispering about their scores, the atmosphere buzzing with nervous energy and camaraderie.

One after another, after each test she finished, Yukimo began to worry less about herself and more about Izuku. So far, she had done her best. From the beginning, she had absolutely refused to use her teleportation, even though she could have easily aced the standing long jump with it.

She didn't possess monster strength like Mezo Shoji, the octopus-like guy, who had scored 540 kg in grip strength, or like Minoru Mineta, who used his purple balls to bounce himself quickly between the lines during repeated side steps.

One by one, Yukimo slowly began to learn about her classmates' names and their quirks, focusing only on those who stood out during the tests. However, one thing was certain: half of the names she had just learned would probably be forgotten by the next day.

She knew she didn't ace the other tests, but she could almost guarantee that she wasn't in last place. Just like her, everyone had at least one trial they excelled at, and she was confident she would excel at the softball pitch thanks to her telekinesis. As for Izuku, she had no clue where he was at the moment. So far, he hadn't excelled in at least one test. After each test, she tried to cheer him up and encourage him not to give up, but she couldn't keep doing it for much longer.

And with Katsuki, she couldn't help but keep looking at his results. She knew he was very athletic, but she was still amazed at how far he had come with his quirk. The way his explosions propelled him forward was nothing short of awe-inspiring, and Yukimo couldn't help but respect the sheer intensity with which he trained and fought.

It was finally time for the final test: the softball pitch. Out of everyone, Ochaco had managed to throw the ball the farthest, and that was goddamn amazing! Not that Yukimo would openly admit it for some reason.

Now it was her turn to throw the ball as far as she could. She glanced at Izuku, who was sweating heavily. She didn't even need to read his mind to see that he was freaking out. If he didn't score a decent grade on the final test, he would likely be expelled.

Thinking about it caused her to bite her lip so hard that it started to bleed. Being at this school was his dream. He had worked so hard to get in, just to be expelled on the first day? She couldn't bear to see that happen and started to wonder: what if she let the ball slip? What if she just threw the ball without using her quirk? Izuku deserved to be here more than anyone.

Suddenly, a rough hand wrapped around her wrist and squeezed tightly. Yukimo winced from the pain and looked at the person next to her.

"You better fucking not!" Katsuki yelled."If you're thinking about fucking up to let Deku stay, I'll blow your damn hands off!"

Yukimo's heart raced as she saw the fierce determination in Katsuki's eyes. He wasn't kidding. She took a breath, grounding herself in his intensity. Did he really think she would sabotage herself for Izuku? Could he read her that easily? Sometimes she felt like she was stuck between these two boys and had no idea how to handle the situation. Feeling defeated, she sighed and agreed not to do it. Katsuki's grip didn't loosen but shifted slightly, and for a split second, she saw something flicker in his gaze — a mix of frustration and something else. But what?

'Who exactly here has telepathy?' she asked him mentally, while stepping up to the pitching area, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She picked up the ball, feeling its familiar weight in her hand.

'Hmpf, whatever. Stay out of my damn head!' he replied.

'I'm sorry, Izuku-kun...' She glanced at Izuku again, noting the deep concern etched on his face. He was mostly concerned about his placement on this test, but for now he shifted the focus on Yukimo. He believed in her—he always had. The stakes felt impossibly high for Yukimo. As she breathed in the crisp air, she tried to tune out the noise of the students gossiping and cheering.

Katsuki, standing off to the side, wore an expression that could only be described as determined frustration. It was a typical Katsuki look, but this time it had a hint of something more—he wanted her to succeed, even if he wouldn't say it outright. It was frustrating, really, that two boys who were so different in temperament could unite over the same goal: pushing Yukimo to realize her potential.

She took a deep breath, blocking out everything else, focusing on the weight of the ball in her grip. She stepped back, concentrating on the rhythm of movement. One step, pivot, and then...

With every ounce of strength she could muster, Yukimo threw the ball forward with all her might, releasing it at the last moment. It sailed into the air, and with her telekinetic force adding an extra push at the end, the ball flew—faster, farther than she'd ever anticipated. Yukimo squinted, watching it arc beautifully against the blue sky, her heart racing as it hit the ground, far beyond where she had thought it could possibly land.

Aizawa's phone blinked, and he turned it around to show the results. Everyone looked at the score and saw her score was 480.6 meters.

"That's amazing!" Eijiro exclaimed. Yukimo turned to see Katsuki's scowling face subtly twitching; was that a hint of a smirk? Knowing she couldn't beat his score, she stuck her tongue out at Katsuki.

"Not bad, Yuki," he muttered, quickly retreating back to his usual bravado.

Izuku looked down, his hands curling into fists. He had no chance of beating Yukimo's score, let alone Katsuki's. He was going to be sent home for sure if he couldn't find a way to use his quirk.

Yukimo walked away from the circle and was about to approach Izuku, but Katsuki grabbed her by the elbow and forced her to stand next to him. She was extremely worried about him and wanted to know what he was thinking, but so far, every time she listened to his thoughts, it made her feel worse. All she heard was his despair about not doing well and how he was panicking from the inside.

Because of those thoughts, she stopped going into his mind and tried to cheer him up as much as she could. Izuku nervously approached the circle, gripping the softball tightly in his hand.

"Midoriya isn't doing well, is he? If he continues like this..."Tenya commented dryly while crossing his arms.

"Of course not! He's a quirkless loser!" Katsuki replied. Not wanting to see the result, Yukimo leaned against Katsuki's back, while one of her hands clenched his shirt. Surprisingly, he didn't shrug her off.

"Huh?" Both Tenya and Ochaco turned toward Katsuki with surprised looks. "Are you not aware of what he did in the entrance exam?"

This comment made Yukimo flinch, but she still refused to look. The words lingered in her mind as she wondered what truly happened during the exam. Yukimo remembered that Ochaco had mentioned something about his punch before the test started. Izuku hadn't told her anything so far...why?

"46 meters," the robot announced.

Yukimo peeked to the side of Katsuki's back to see the most devastated look she had ever seen from Izuku since she had known him. Yukimo felt her heart sink. Forty-six meters. It felt like a cruel blow—not just to Izuku, but to the dreams he had fought so hard to attain. He had sacrificed so much just to stand here, and she couldn't bear to see him falter.

Izuku looked down at his arm, feeling completely confused. He was trying to use his quirk, but something prevented him from doing so.

"I erased your quirk," Aizawa announced as he approached Izuku. Yukimo looked at her sensei and noticed his eyes had turned slightly red, fixed on Izuku with heavy glares.

"The judges were not rational enough," he continued. "Someone like you should have never been allowed to enrol in this school."

Yukimo felt a chill creep down her spine as Aizawa's words sank in. She clenched Katsuki's gym shirt tighter. She had never seen such a disheartening look on Izuku's face before. The weight of Aizawa's statement wasn't just about the score; it felt like a heavy thud echoing the shadows of Izuku's aspirations—his very existence hanging in the balance.

After realizing who his sensei was, Izuku announced the hero name that was given to him: the erasing hero, 'Eraser Head.'

"Never heard of him," Katsuki mumbled.

"I heard that he's an underground hero," Yukimo replied, but a lingering thought troubled her. Her mind raced, struggling to piece together the layers of confusion swirling around her. What did her sensei mean by erasing Izuku's quirk? After all, Izuku was quirkless, right?

Yukimo watched the scene unfold between Izuku and Aizawa. He scolded Izuku for using his quirk and warned that he wouldn't be able to save anyone if he crippled himself again. After saying everything he needed to say, he let Izuku try throwing the softball one last time.

Nervous about what would happen, Yukimo chose to watch rather than hide behind Katsuki's back once more, though she didn't let go of his shirt. Everything felt uncomfortably off. The atmosphere on the field was thick with electric tension and anticipation. Yukimo could see Izuku's eyes glimmering with uncertainty, but there was also a spark of determination behind them.

"Bakugo,"she called out," did sensei just say something about erasing his quirk?"

Katsuki jerked his head toward her after realizing what she was asking. Aizawa's quirk should never have worked on Izuku, but seeing his reddened eyes meant that it had. Katsuki looked back at Izuku, both of them watching their friend.

Something in Yukimo's chest tightened; she felt an overwhelming urge to cheer him on, to instill the confidence he so desperately needed. She opened her mouth to shout encouragement, but nothing came out.

A familiar hum of anxiety hung in the air as Izuku took a deep breath, centering himself. It felt as if time slowed down, and for a moment, all she could hear was the rapid thumping of her heart echoing in her ears.

Izuku was thinking about Aizawa's previous warning, and after taking a deep breath, he looked up and got into a pitching stance. With one leg raised behind him, Izuku hurled his entire body forward, the ball gripped tightly in his right hand. Yukimo's mouth fell open as soon as the ball soared into the air with a powerful gust. She immediately let go of Katsuki's shirt and stood shell-shocked, staring at her supposedly quirkless friend.

Katsuki's expression mirrored Yukimo's; they both realized that they knew something their classmates didn't: Midoriya Izuku, the quirkless boy... suddenly wasn't?

How the hell did this happen? She had known him for two years—had he lied to her all along? Katsuki was equally shocked. He had known Izuku far longer than she had and was certain he was quirkless. To make matters worse, Izuku's score was a staggering 705.3 meters—higher than Katsuki's.

Furious and still shocked, he first looked at Yukimo, ready to yell at her if she knew about this. But seeing the same shocked expression on her face led him to conclude that she didn't know either.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Enraged, Katsuki burst toward Izuku, his eyes blazing with anger as he demanded an explanation, but Aizawa stopped him by using his capturing weapon and erasing his quirk at the same time.

After being released from the capturing weapon, Katsuki stormed over to Yukimo, his anger still simmering. She couldn't be angry at him for being surprised; it had caught her off guard as well. She felt hurt for not being told about his quirk appearing out of nowhere. Were they really friends?

Aizawa now showed the students the results, and she saw Katsuki had taken 3rd place. She was genuinely impressed by this. Slowly, she scanned down the numbers and noticed her friend's worst nightmare had become a reality: Izuku had taken last place. Yukimo looked silently at a depressed Izuku from the corner of her eye. Despite all the hard work, he still failed to stay in the class.

Yukimo's stomach twisted into knots as she kept her eyes averted from Izuku, who stood there, a statue of crushed hope. She felt the weight of defeat not just on him but in herself, too. Had her friend truly failed to earn his place in the very school he had dreamed of joining?

"Oh yeah, that whole expulsion thing was a lie," Aizawa suddenly announced. Everyone's jaws dropped almost instantly, and horrified screams echoed throughout the crowd.

"You thought that was the truth?" a girl behind her with long black hair tied in a spiked ponytail exclaimed. Yukimo remembered her name: Momo Yaoyorozu. She had come first in this test, "I thought everyone knew it was a lie."

'No... he really was thinking about it...' thought Yukimo as she watched her sensei hand Izuku a paper to head towards Recovery Girl to have his finger patched up. She could sense his thoughts and knew he was serious about it. Izuku had just impressed Aizawa at the last second and made him change his mind.

Yukimo's glance shifted to Izuku. She wanted to go to him, to show him that she was there for him, but she found herself frozen in place. Why hadn't she comforted him when she knew his hopes and dreams were about to be crushed? This time, she didn't move. Was it because she was angry? Hurt?

"Are you okay?" a voice called out from in front of her. She blinked a few times before looking at the person standing in front of her, Eijiro.

"Are you okay?" Eijiro asked again, concern etched across his face as he took a small step toward Yukimo.

Yukimo shook her head slightly, her thoughts still tangled in a storm of emotions. The aftermath of the tests rolled around her like waves, pulling her deeper into uncertainty. She had felt the defeat radiating off Izuku, the disbelief coursing through Katsuki, the surprise she felt along with him. Yukimo took a moment to look away from Eijiro and noticed Katsuki had completely separated himself from the class, his face scrunched in frustration. She had a pretty good idea why; she was sure she might have made the same face.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, managing to put up a straight face."Just tired, I guess."

This was not a complete lie; she was tired and wanted to go as soon as possible. With Aizawa granting them permission to head back to class, she didn't waste a second. Yukimo excused herself and went back to the changing room.

As she stepped into the changing room, the silence enveloped her like a warm blanket, an oasis away from the noise of their attempts to celebrate their first day. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath, allowing her mind to clear. Her tangled feelings began to settle, and she closed her eyes for a moment, connecting with her inner resolve.

In her mind, she replayed the events of the day: Izuku's incredible sudden strength... and the look of despair on his face. He had fought for this chance, and even though he had exceeded expectations, she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment she felt on his behalf.

"Why didn't he tell us?" she whispered to herself, biting her lip as she glanced into the mirror. Her reflection looked tired, with shadows forming under her eyes, yet the light of determination still shone in her eyes. She would not let despair win today.

After changing back into her uniform, Yukimo made her way back toward the classroom, only to be abruptly shoved against a wall. She was about to push him away with her quirk when two strong hands gripped her arms. Looking up, she saw it was Katsuki. He was enraged, almost murderous, yet beneath it all, he was hurt. Just like her, he felt betrayed.

"You really didn't know?!" he growled, his voice low and intense. His hands were shaking. "I bet you and Deku were laughing behind my back all this time! You made me think he didn't have a quirk! You kept me out of the loop so you two could make me look stupid in front of everyone!"

She frowned at all these accusations and tried to break free of his hold, but his grip tightened slightly. He had her pinned against the wall, their faces inches apart. Yelling back wouldn't solve anything; he was just frustrated and needed to vent. She understood his situation, even though she felt hurt by all this too.

"You saw my reaction; I know you did," she replied calmly. "I didn't know either."

"You're lying! Even if he didn't tell you, you could have easily listened to his thoughts!" Katsuki's lips curled into a snarl, eyebrows knitted tightly together.

Was this how he thought of her? Even though they had only known each other for two years, he should already know that she disliked prying into people's minds and invading their privacy. Although she occasionally listened to their thoughts, she usually stayed out of their minds.

Besides, she didn't have full control of her telepathy. When it wasn't being overwhelmed by her telekinesis, she still found it difficult to manage. She could only listen to someone's thoughts when the person was close to her. Random thoughts would sometimes force their way into her mind whenever she was in a crowd.

When she listened to Izuku's thoughts—which she didn't do too often—he was always focused on his studies. During preparation for the U.A. entrance exam, he muttered nonstop about his training. That was all.

"I'm not lying; I can also accuse you of pretending not to know because you and Izuku-kun are childhood friends, but I'm not doing that, AM I?!"Yukimo raised her voice slightly and gazed directly into his eyes. His grip loosened slightly, but the frustration remained beneath the surface.

"Damn it!" he cursed and slammed his fist against the wall right next to her ear. He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder, which completely surprised her. A tidal wave of emotions crashed over Yukimo as she felt Katsuki's head on her shoulder. His frustration morphed into something softer and more vulnerable—a glimpse of the boy beneath all that bravado. She hadn't anticipated that, and it sent her heart racing.

"Deku should have been nothing more than a pebble in my path!" he yelled into her shoulder, but it wasn't meant for her. It was just to reassure himself. He was still shaking and pissed, but he was starting to calm down. His hand had relaxed against the wall, but their bodies were still pressed against each other.

Yukimo could now push him away from her but chose not to. It wasn't that uncomfortable for her, even though he was very close and resting his head on her shoulder. She could feel her cheek against his hair, which was really soft despite its spiky appearance.

For a brief moment, silence enveloped them. Yukimo glanced around; Katsuki must have chosen the right time to do this. Either their classmates were already back in class, or taking their time to change. It felt like they were completely alone at school, which made sense. Katsuki hated showing weakness to anybody, even her, most of the time.

"Why were you holding back?" he asked. She understood why he was asking. "You could have easily taken a higher place."

"Not higher than you," she replied, rolling her eyes as she felt him smirk on her shoulder. "Besides, I can't use my teleportation at the moment. It's too risky."

"Like last time?" he immediately asked, lifting his head slightly and looking deeply into her eyes, his expression transforming from frustration to... concern?

"Something like that," she answered, averting her eyes from him. She didn't want to tell him about her past and what she had done to her bullies.

"Then don't use it until it won't be risky anymore," he mumbled and finally distanced himself from her. Although he had regained his usual composure, some vestiges of vulnerability still lingered in his eyes. "Tell anyone about today and I will kill you!"

"Yeah, yeah..." she calmly replied, unfazed by his threat, which he hated. She looked robotic whenever she maintained her straight face, and that was something he disliked. Yukimo sensed the thought he just had but didn't comment on it. It confused her.

"I don't know why I'm wasting my time on you!" he yelled over his shoulder as soon as he walked away. She let out a soft laugh to see him back to his usual self. Unbeknownst to her, when he heard her laugh behind him, a smirk threatened to break through his façade.

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Once back in class 1-A, Yukimo grabbed the curriculum sheets that were left for every student. Some started reading them immediately, while others simply tucked them away into their bags to read later.

Yukimo chose the latter. She didn't feel like reading them at the moment and wanted to go home as soon as possible. Wanting to avoid Izuku today, she grabbed her bag and left as quickly as she could.

Once outside the building, bad luck struck her as she saw Izuku talking to Tenya. Izuku noticed her almost immediately and waved at her.

Yukimo's heart sank. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating turning back, but she couldn't. Izuku was her friend, after all. She forced a smile onto her face, though it felt more like a mask. As she approached them, she could see the way his face lit up at her presence.

"Yuki-chan!" Izuku called, waving frantically, his voice bright with excitement. Yukimo kept her eyes locked on the floor; she was too ashamed to look at Izuku. Before he could say anything to her, they were interrupted when Ochaco ran up to them. Izuku got all flustered once more, which made Yukimo's mood even worse.

Yukimo had no idea what they were talking about. She was stuck in her own mind, trying hard to come up with an excuse to walk home alone today. The moment Izuku had shown his quirk kept flashing through her mind.

"Deku?!" Izuku exclaimed in shock, bringing Yukimo back to reality.

"Eh? Wasn't that what that Bakugo kid called you?" Ochaco asked.

"During the quirk apprehension test, he was like, 'Deku, you bastard!'" Yukimo imagined Katsuki's rampage as Ochaco spoke.

She listened halfway to Izuku explaining that the name 'Deku' was actually an insult when she felt her phone buzzing in her hand. She looked at her screen and saw that nurse Hatsumi had texted her back after she informed her that she had finished her first day.

I have a late-night shift. If you want, you can lend me a hand with some stuff, and in the meantime, we'll talk about your day.

You better not have pushed yourself too hard today!

Yukimo smiled after reading the last text that Hatsumi had sent her. It was nice to have someone worrying about her well-being after such a long time. After thinking about her choices at the moment, she replied to Nurse Hatsumi's text messages;

I'll be there.

"But 'Deku' sounds like the Japanese word for 'you can do it!'" she heard Ochaco reply. "So I kinda like it."

"I'm Deku!" Izuku said without hesitation. Yukimo froze upon hearing this and jerked her head up, clenching her phone in her hand, almost to the point of breaking the screen. She couldn't take it any longer. Just like before, she felt a sting in her heart. The air felt thick, and she felt like screaming, but no sound would come out.

"I have to go," she quickly announced and left without waiting for a response from them.

*-*To Be Continued *-*

Next chapter; January 11 2025