Characters:

Yukimo (OC)
Izuku Midoriya
Katsuki Bakugo

Mina Ashido

Tsuyu Asui
Ochaco Uraraka
Eijiro Kirishima
TenyaIida
Shoto Todoroki
Momo Yaoyorozu

Teacher:
Shota Aizawa

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While on her way to school, Yukimo looked through her phone and saw that the news had spread rapidly about All Might joining U.A. Academy. All Might—the symbol of peace and the most powerful hero in Japan—was set to join U.A. Academy as a teacher.

As she scrolled down the webpage, Yukimo thought, 'Reporters are scary. I have to be careful; I don't want trouble.'

Just then, she heard a buzzing sound and people whispering in front of her. Looking up from her phone, confusion covered her face as she saw a large crowd blocking the school gate. They were holding cameras and microphones, clearly reporters. The reason for their presence was no surprise: they wanted to know how the Symbol of Peace, All Might, was adjusting to life as a teacher. Yukimo's bad luck had apparently just begun.

As soon as they saw her, the reporters immediately walked up to her and shoved their microphones in her face. Yukimo was surrounded by eager journalists, all ready to record her every word. The sun glinted off the shiny cameras. Meanwhile, the background buzz of more reporters calling out questions filled the air, each one eager for a scoop.

"Excuse me! Are you one of All Might's students?" one reporter shouted, shoving a microphone closer to her.

'My, my, what should I do?' Yukimo thought, not answering their question. She put on a straight face while they kept throwing more and more questions at her.

'This is so damn annoying. I'm already in trouble with the camera showing my face.'

The light coming from the cameras had started to make her go blind. Yukimo understood immediately why Aizawa hated the media. She had to push her way onto campus, and that getting rough was not an option.

'Why can't they just stop?'

Just then, she felt someone grabbing her hand and pulling her through the reporters. Yukimo sighed in relief and looked at the guy who had grabbed her; it was none other than Katsuki.

"Morning, Bakugo," she greeted him. Katsuki, with his wild blond hair and signature scowl, looked as annoyed as ever.

"What are you standing there for, idiot?" he began, continuing to pull her along. His grip was firm, guiding her through the throng of reporters.

"Excuse me!" one reporter shouted as they followed them. "Oh? You're the one who was caught by the sludge villain..."

Katsuki's expression darkened at the mention of the sludge incident, and he came to an abrupt stop. Yukimo breathed a secret sigh of relief that no picture of her had been taken. There was only a brief mention of a hero student in the article, but the reporters likely didn't want to capture her injuries, given the severity of her blood loss. The article remained focused on Katsuki's rescue, and the reporters remained unaware of Yukimo's involvement.

"Drop it!" he demanded through his clenched teeth and continued on with Yukimo. As Katsuki pulled her through the crowd, Yukimo's gaze drifted to the back of his head.

'The sludge incident is still a vulnerable topic for him.'

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine as the air seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy. Yukimo's senses went on high alert, and she couldn't ignore the feeling that someone was watching her with malicious intent. She jerked back toward the crowd of reporters, her eyes widening and lips slightly parted.

'What was that just now?' she thought, her panic rising as she scanned the crowd behind the gates.

"Hey, why did you stop?" Katsuki's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, nothing," she answered with a straight face, looking at him.

~Tch!~

'Hmm?' For a moment, she thought Katsuki made a sound. Did she mishear him over the noise of the reporters behind them?

"Let go of me already," he complained, jerking his hand away from her grasp.

'Weren't you the one holding on to me?' she thought as she watched him enter the school building. Before she followed him to their class, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Aizawa talking to the reporters.

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"Good work on yesterday's combat training," said Aizawa. "I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluations."

He glanced down at a couple of papers in his hand before looking back up at the students.

"Bakugo," he called out,"Stop acting like a 7-year-old. You're wasting your own talent."

"I know..." he answered, which surprised Yukimo, and she couldn't help but stare at him with a smile. Maybe was this a sign that he had listened to her yesterday? Aizawa also scolded Izuku for breaking his arm once more and advised him to stop using 'I haven't gotten used to my quirk' as an excuse.

With this, Aizawa announced that the class needed to select a class president. The class president title was a chance for students to gain extra recognition, so nearly every student raised their hands excitedly, wanting to be chosen.

'What a pain,' Yukimo thought, not raising her hand. She didn't want that kind of attention; in fact, she hated being at the center of attention. Surprisingly, even the person she least expected raised his hand: Katsuki.

"Quiet down, everyone!" Tenya interrupted, raising his voice to get everyone's attention. "The class president is a duty to lead others! It's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom."

Yukimo didn't care about all that yapping from Tenya and began to search for her earbuds in her bag.

"Alright, we should vote for who we want," Eijiro suggested. After hearing this, Yukimo sighed and stopped looking for her earbuds. She had no other choice; everyone, including herself, had to vote now. A slip of paper was handed out to everyone to cast their votes.

'I guess I really do need to pick,' Yukimo thought as she looked at her paper. A certain someone presented itself in her mind; without hesitation, she wrote his name on it.

As the voting papers were collected, Tenya started to count them. Everyone eagerly waiting for the results, except Yukimo. Instead, her thoughts wandered to the peculiar feeling she'd experienced earlier that morning, as if a storm was brewing just out of sight.

After hearing that he was done counting, Yukimo started to pay attention to class once more. Maybe that feeling from this morning was nothing. Not that anything could happen at this school. Who would be stupid enough to attack this school, and why?

Looking up at Tenya's crushed expression, she could easily guess that he hadn't won. Her classmates were easy to read through their emotions. If she hadn't been raised by her foster family, would she have turned out the same as everyone else in the class?

Well, everyone except the one person at the back. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Shoto sitting with his face turned to the side. He was clearly uninterested in this event and socializing with the classmates. Not that she could blame him, because she was also on the boat with him. He was pretty hard to read, and she didn't want to pry into his mind.

After Tenya finished writing the results on the board, she looked to the front and blinked a few times, wondering if she had read it right. The student with the most votes was Izuku, but second after that was herself and Momo; she was tied with Momo.

Yukimo's eyes widened in disbelief as she processed the voting results. How could it be that she, who usually kept to herself, ended up with a tie for class president?

'How did I get two votes?' she then looked around the room and wondered who had voted for her. She could use her telepathy to find out, but there were too many students, and she would rather not get a headache this early in the morning.

"I got three votes?!" Izuku exclaimed, utterly surprised.

"Why Deku?!" Katsuki yelled, jumping up from his seat. "Who voted for Deku?!"

'How did I get two votes?' Yukimo still busy trying to understand why she had received any votes. She wasn't anything special. She avoided drawing any kind of attention and hadn't really talked to her classmates, except for that one time after the battle trial took place, when a few classmates complimented her and Izuku's performances. They even introduced themselves to her, but that still couldn't possibly lead to receiving votes.

Besides, no one had ever considered making her the leader of anything before. That was how she liked it too. She knew Izuku wouldn't have voted for her because he knew she didn't like that kind of attention.

'Bakugo?' she wondered, glancing to her side. 'No, why would he?'

"Alright, the class president is Midoriya," Aizawa announced, "and since Yukimo and Yaoyorozu are tied, they will share the title of Vice Pr-"

"Uhm, excuse me, Sensei," Yukimo interrupted him as she stood up with one hand raised. "Can I give the title to Yaoyorozu?"

Some of the classmates murmured and wondered if it was really okay for her to drop out. They even complimented how great she had performed during the battle trial. Yukimo smiled shyly, but inside she was battling her thoughts. It was true that she had performed better than she had expected; however, taking on a leadership role seemed foreign to her. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to hide away from the spotlight, to blend into the background like she always did. But that sounded too passive, even to her.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing her for a moment."Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with a hint of curiosity.

"Yes," Yukimo affirmed, her voice more confident than she felt. With that, Momo became the only Vice President. Yukimo sank back down to her seat with ease; she felt that the person next to her was glaring at her.

Katsuki's intense gaze bore into Yukimo's side, his expression a mixture of agitation and disbelief. She could feel the heat of his frustration, but she pretended not to notice, keeping her focus straight ahead.

In that moment,'idiot' Katsuki thought, frowning.

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As the bell rang to signal the end of the class period, lunch was somewhat interesting for Yukimo. Izuku had invited her to eat with him, along with Ochaco and Tenya. For Izuku's sake, she didn't refuse, but deep down, she felt like she had done something wrong. At least, for her sake, she felt she had done something wrong.

Sitting at the lunch table, Yukimo found herself surrounded by the infectious enthusiasm of her classmates. Yukimo sighed as she sat with them during lunch, still not believing she was almost Vice President.

"Are you okay, Yuki-chan?" Ochaco asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," she replied. "Wait, Yuki-chan?"

"Ah, Deku calls you that, right? Is that okay? I thought it sounded cute!" Ochaco smiled, blissfully unaware of Yukimo's internal struggle.

"No, it's okay. I guess I was just surprised," Yukimo muttered, playing with her food. Her mind drifted back to the earlier class events—the voting, the shocked looks, the unexpected offer of being Vice President. She had wanted to keep a low profile, yet here she was, sitting at a table with friends, under the watchful eyes of dozens of classmates.

"That reminds me," Tenya began, o"Is it really okay for us to call you by your name? Isn't it disrespectful for us not to call you by your family name?"

Yukimo froze after hearing this question. Normally, it was true, but she was so used to it that she completely forgot that people tended to ask her this question. If she really thought about it, only All Might knew the full truth about her parents abandoning her. Even Izuku didn't know the full truth.

"U-uhm, due to some issues, I prefer not to use my family name," she answered carefully, avoiding eye contact as if it would reveal too much. She had said the same thing to Izuku, so it wasn't that bad to say it to them.

Tenya nodded solemnly, his face a mix of concern and understanding. "Of course! It's important to be respectful of your preferences," he said. "We completely respect you, Yukimo!"

"And about your question earlier, I just can't believe I was almost Vice President."She immediately changed the subject, eager to steer the conversation away from her family. Izuku knew this was a touchy subject for her, but he was happy that she had somewhat opened up to them.

"Is that something bad?" Tenya questioned, his brow furrowed in concern.

Yukimo still didn't like Tenya's goody-two-shoes attitude, but she had somewhat started to come around. As long as he didn't bother her, she didn't mind. He also stopped complaining about the way she wore the school blazer around her waist.

"Yukimo doesn't like being the center of attention," Izuku answered for her. This reminded her of the question she wanted to ask, and she gripped her chopsticks.

"Hy, Izuku, you didn't vote for me, RIGHT?"

"No, no! I-I didn't! I know you didn't want it," Izuku stuttered. He was always afraid of her straight face because he knew, in times like these, there was something deadly behind that mask. Yukimo knew he wouldn't pull that stunt, but she had to be sure. After finally confirming the fact that he really didn't made her more confused than ever. Who the hell voted for her?!

"Did you vote for me?" he asked her back.

"Of course, same with Ida and Uraraka, right?" she replied, and the others nodded without hesitation, which surprised Izuku completely. Tenya admitted that he voted Izuku because of his intuition during the entrance exam.

'He is such an airhead,' thought Yukimo. Tenya had received one vote, but that wasn't enough for him to win. In the end, it was Izuku who had voted for him.

Yukimo continued focusing on her lunch while Tenya talked about his family. He hesitantly admitted to being a member of the Ida Hero Family, because he feared it would change how others viewed him. Of course, Izuku, being all nerdy, knew almost everything about the family.

'Impressive,' Yukimo even had to admit. Even she had heard about his family. She had heard about his brother, Turbo Hero, and, of course, from none other than her friend who was sitting right next to her. He had written about a lot of heroes in his book.

"You guys are pretty close," said Ochaco. Yukimo couldn't help but feel a bit proud.

"Yeah, we went to the same junior high," Izuku answered.

Their conversation was disrupted when the school alarm abruptly went off, throughout the cafeteria, announcing that level three had been breached and promptly asking the students to evacuate. Confused by all of this, Tenya asked another student what level three meant. A third-year student pointed out that it meant someone had infiltrated U.A. Academy by trespassing the defensive barrier.

All students started to evacuate the mess hall at once, creating a major traffic jam. Everyone started panicking and pushing around. Yukimo and the others were also caught up in the crowd. Tenya and Ochaco had gotten separated from the other two and tried to get back to them but utterly failed.

Determined not to be left behind, Yukimo grabbed onto Izuku's sleeves. To make matters worse, she received multiple elbows, and one knocked her headphones away.

~Crack~

She heard people stomping on her headphones. It was completely shattered into pieces. Suddenly, she received another blow, but this time it was around her temples—a sharp pain shot through her head, and she staggered back.

In an instant, a rush of thoughts spinning inside her mind. It was too much for her. Everyone was panicking around her, and she had never heard so many thoughts all at once.

Yukimo squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the cacophony of emotions hitting her all at once. Sensations of fear, confusion, and panic bombarded her from all directions. It was overwhelming, suffocating.

"Ngh!" she winced and held her head in desperation. Now, of all times, her headphones had to break. Everything started to spin around her, and she slowly began to lose her as she thought she might lose her grip on reality, a familiar voice broke through the noise.

"Yuki-chan! Are you okay?" It was Izuku, his voice cutting through the din like a lifeline thrown into stormy seas. He grabbed her tighter, hoping he wouldn't lose her in the crowd, his wide eyes filled with concern. He gasped after seeing blood slowly dripping from her ears.

"I-t's too much! It's too much!" she stammered, struggling to focus on him amidst the chaos, while people kept pushing them from all sides. The room felt like it was closing in, and she struggled to take a deep breath. She felt like throwing up, but she had to hold it in. There was no way in hell she would throw up while being stuck in such a huge crowd.

She suddenly saw Tenya floating in the air and boosting himself onto the emergency exit board before yelling for the students to calm down. He explained that the infiltration was only the press, relieving the chaotic situation.

As the clamor in the mess hall began to die down, Yukimo's breathing steadied, though her heart still raced in her chest. Izuku's grip on her arm was firm yet gentle, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him.

"Yuki-chan, are you okay?" Izuku asked worriedly as he looked down at his friend, who had been strangely quiet.

"G-get me out of here," she managed to murmur, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

With that, he started maneuvering through the lingering chaos, pulling Yukimo behind him as they navigated the crammed cafeteria. The air was thick with anxiety, but the presence of Izuku's comforting energy helped her regain some control over her thoughts.

As they reached the stairs, the dizziness had become too much to bear, and she felt her legs threaten to give way beneath her. Just when she thought she might fall, Izuku turned sharply and caught her before she could hit the floor.

"Yuki-chan!"

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Yukimo felt herself waking up in a soft, cushioned area. The disorienting noises of the cafeteria had faded away, replaced by a sense of calm. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the bright light to find herself in the nurse's office. The familiar scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner was almost soothing. She tried to sit up but was met with a wave of dizziness.

"How did I get here?" Yukimo croaked, her throat dry and her voice faint, "Why am I here?"

"You fainted. Midoriya brought you over," Recovery Girl explained."He wanted to stay with you, but Aizawa forced him back to class."

~Sigh~

Yukimo ran a hand through her hair, feeling a bit embarrassed. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, still feeling the remnants of disorientation swirl through her mind. The chaos from earlier flash-flooded back to her. She reached up to her neck, and noticed her headphone weren't there anymore.

The door swung open, All Might, stepped in. His energetic voice immediately lifted the gloom in the room, "I see you've woken up, young Yukimo,"

All Might approached Yukimo, "Young Midoriya explained to me what happened."

'Izuku-kun... you and your blabbermouth.'

"You were hit pretty hard on your temples; it must have triggered your telepathy," All Might explained. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she replied, her voice steadier than it had been earlier, "Just a bit dizzy, that's all."

Her telepathy had indeed stopped, but this made her realize there was another setback. One blow against her temple and all hell would break loose... And here she thought she was making progress.

"What do you do when your telepathy is out of control?" Recovery Girl asked, her voice calm and motherly. Yukimo took a deep breath, recalling the times she had to manage her quirk.

"I usually dampen it with my special headphones I received from the hospital ever since I was young," she said, her gaze drifting to the floor, "But they broke when I was stuck in the crowd."

"Kids these days," Recovery Girl complained with a sigh."First that Midoriya kid and now you. I have a feeling that you and that kid will be visiting my office a lot more."

"I think it's for the best that you rest today. With your headphones broken, it would be dangerous if your telepathy goes out of control, given your current situation," said All Might.

Yukimo nodded in agreement, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. She took her phone out and glanced at the time and date. Realizing something from her phone, she quickly looked up.

"All Might-sensei!" she called out to him before he could walk out of the office. "Is it okay for me to ask a favor?"

All Might paused at the door, turning back to face Yukimo. His expression was a blend of curiosity and concern."Of course, young Yukimo! What can I do for you?"

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~Knock~ ~Knock~

Someone knocked on Yukimo's front door. She glanced up from her homework, the sound of knuckles rapping against the wooden door breaking her concentration.

"Just a second!" she called, getting up from her couch and rushing to open the door. She found Hatsumi standing there, out of breath and looking concerned.

"I came as soon as I heard," said Hatsumi between breaths. Yukimo guessed that she must have sprinted over after finishing her work, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Yukimo assured her, stepping aside to allow Hatsumi in and pointing towards the spare headphones she was currently wearing. As soon as she had reached home, she had immediately taken out her spare ones.

"I have already requested a second pair of headphones for you from the company. Only, it's going to cost you a lot." Hatsumi stepped into the living room, her cerulean hair bobbing as she looked around the familiar space.

"Great..." she replied, rolling her eyes and motioning for them both to sit down on the couch.

"The staff and I don't mind covering for you. You have helped us a lot."

"No, you guys are already helping me enough as it is," Yukimo interjected, shaking her head. "The hospital gave me a job even though I'm a minor."

Seeing Yukimo wouldn't change her mind, Hatsumi let out a dramatic sigh, dropping her head back against the couch. She had no choice but to let it slide this time on one condition: for this week, Yukimo wasn't allowed to work.

Yukimo chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of Hatsumi's concern. She happily agreed to the condition, even if it wasn't fair. Seeing Hatsumi smile, she knew it wouldn't be wise to refuse. Her smile was basically telling her, "You have no choice but to agree."

It made Yukimo wonder if this was what others saw when she used the exact same smile. It was very intimidating.

"Now, I'm going to start making dinner for us," Hatsumi declared, clapping her hands together with excitement. Yukimo watched as her friend practically sprang off the couch and headed towards the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards as her energy filled the small space.

Yukimo smiled, feeling grateful for Hatsumi's presence. The warmth of companionship washed away the anxieties of the day. She plopped back down on the couch, retrieved her homework, and began flipping through the pages.

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"My classmates are pretty amazing," Yukimo confessed to herself while lying down on her bed and staring at the ceiling. After they had eaten dinner together, Hatsumi ordered her to get some rest. Hatsumi was busy doing the dishes. She had decided to stay over for the night just to check up on Yukimo, and early in the morning, she would leave for work.

Yukimo closed her eyes, letting her mind drift as she reflected on the day's events. It had been a whirlwind, filled with surprises she could never have predicted. From the overwhelming crowd of reporters to the dangerous moments during the evacuation, she felt like she had been pulled into a chaotic dance that she wasn't quite ready for.

Her thoughts drifted back to Izuku. The way he had rushed to her aid, fear etched on his face—he had always been there, a beacon of unwavering support. She felt a warmth spread through her chest at the thought.

And finally, her thoughts drifted to her classmates. After re-entering her class to collect her things, many of her classmates rushed over to her and asked if she was okay. Yukimo was completely surprised by this. If she remembered correctly, they were mostly Izuku, Tenya, and Ochaco, who circled around her.

Other students who joined were Tsuyu, who she remembered was at the same battle location during the entrance exam. Tsuyu was also one of the participants who helped get people away from the Zero-point robot. She complimented Yukimo on her performance in both the entrance exam and the combat trial. There were also Mina and Eijiro. Yukimo learned that they both went to middle school together.

These were some of the students who had introduced themselves to her and Izuku the other day. Did this mean that they were friends now? Is this what it would be like to have friends? Not just Izuku and Katsuki, but her classmates too?

Yukimo started to doubt whether she should continue hiding her purple eye. Would they act differently when they saw her eye? Would they be disgusted like her family? Like her so-called friends from her previous school before she transferred?

The evening went by, and soon the house fell into a comfortable silence, only punctuated by the sound of running water and soft humming from the kitchen. Yukimo found solace in the quiet, her mind slowly drifting away, the day's events beginning to fade into a dreamlike haze.

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In the morning, Hatsumi left early to head to her job. Yukimo stood silently on her balcony, staring at the sky as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, painting the world in soft yellows and oranges. She could feel the cool morning breeze on her skin, a gentle reminder of the new day ahead.

It was a school day, but she had requested from All Might if she could skip today. Every year, on this exact date, she would always stay home alone the whole day. Just like usual, Yukimo played music loudly throughout her apartment while sitting on her balcony and, from time to time, watched TV.

The hours passed, and Yukimo found herself lost in the melodies that filled her space. The music served as a comforting blanket, covering her with memories and emotions—all while keeping the world outside at bay. Today was a day of reflection, a day to remember the past.

As she sipped on her tea, the sound of her doorbell ringing echoed through the serene morning. It startled her, jolting her back to reality. This was unusual; besides Hatsumi, she rarely ever had visitors, especially this early. Hatsumi was busy working and had told her that she would visit later that night.

'Could it be Izuku-kun?' thought Yukimo while looking at the time; school had already ended. Curiosity piqued, she put down her cup and padded back inside to answer the door. After a quick glance in the mirror—making sure her hair was somewhat presentable—she walked over and swung open the door.

"What are you doing here?!" she yelled, clenching the door handle tightly.

*-*To Be Continued *-*

Next chapter; February 08 2025