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.

1. Chapter 1

This fanfiction somewhat follows all the episodes in order. There might be some exceptions.

I do not own the My Hero Academia's world or characters. I only own the OC and the plot I have created with the help of the original story.

On that note, I have done some research...actually not really some but ALOT of research. I want to point out a few facts before the story begins. I advice you to read it before beginning with my story.

I intent to keep the number of students in the class the same. There are 20 students in each hero class; 1-A and also 1-B.

What's the big change?

Do you remember, Toru Hagakure? She is the invisible girl in class. I'm going to replace her with my Original Character.

Why?

Because I was not too fond of the idea that one of the students was a girl who had to run around naked to utilise her power fully.

That is why I'm replacing her with my Original character, to keep everything even.

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Characters:

Yukimo (OC)

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugo Katsuki

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"Since you're all third years, it's time for you to think seriously about your future," the teacher began, "I'll pass out handouts for your plans now, but..."

He stopped and held the stack of aptitude tests in his hands. He knew that all of his students wanted to pursue the Hero track, and none of them would fill in the career aptitude tests.

"Why bother? I know you all want to go on the hero track!" He exclaimed, throwing the papers up in the air.

The students cheered in agreement as they showcased their quirks, except for three students: Izuku, who had no quirk; Katsuki, who was staring at the ceiling; and another student, who was staring out the window. They didn't feel the need to join in with their classmates.

"Hey sensei," Katsuki said, taking his eyes off the ceiling, "Don't lump us all in the same group. I'm not going to be stuck at the bottom with the rest of these rejects!"

As soon as he spoke, his words sparked an uproar among the others who were offended by what he said. Suddenly, they noticed a career aptitude test floating in the air. In that moment of chaos, the floating test caught everyone's attention, silencing the noisy classroom. The test seemed to dance in the air, twirling gracefully as if it had a mind of its own. All eyes followed its path until it landed on a female student's desk.

She had long black hair with bangs that hung slightly above her left eye and covered her right eye. She was wearing her usual uniform, along with a red and white headphone hanging around her neck.

"You're not going to one of the Hero's high schools?" his sensei questioned her, "With your psychic quirk, which includes telekinesis and telepathy, you could become an excellent Hero, Yukimo."

"I'm not interested," she responded, her gaze fixed on the paper on her desk. Yukimo had never intended to become a hero, and the weight of that expectation felt heavier than ever.

It was true what her sensei had told her: she possessed telekinesis and telepathy and had the potential to become an excellent hero. However, she couldn't see it that way. This psychic quirk of hers had only brought misery into her life.

Yukimo's fingers traced the edges of the paper, her mind wandering. Memories flooded back to her childhood—memories that twisted like fragile strands of a spider's web, each one a reminder of the burdens that clung to her quirk.

She also lacked control over her abilities due to infrequent use, which came with significant drawbacks. To make matters worse, she had another variation of her psychic ability that she had successfully hidden from her classmates since transferring two years earlier.

Izuku's mother possessed a telekinetic quirk that allowed her to attract small objects through multiple hand movements. It wasn't as powerful as Yukimo's instant telekinesis, but Yukimo appreciated the help nonetheless. With no one else to teach her, she was grateful for the assistance. Although it wasn't a significant improvement, Yukimo could now move some objects without experiencing an extreme headache.

If she used too much of her telekinesis or moved large objects that she wasn't accustomed to, she would experience significant setbacks. She could either get an extreme headache that might lead to nosebleeds, or she would lose control of her telepathy, causing it to activate on its own.

Unable to bear the weight of the memories any longer, Yukimo slumped back in her chair, the shadows of her past swallowing her thoughts. When Yukimo first acquired her telepathy, she had trouble controlling it. Unlike most people who struggle with activating their quirks, she couldn't turn it off.

Her telepathy acted like an uninvited intruder, flooding her mind with the thoughts and emotions of those around her. In crowded places, voices stormed inside her head, merging into a cacophony of laughter, sorrow, and, all too often, pain. Her classmates would approach her, confused and distressed, because she often blurted out their secret fears or concerns without meaning to.

"Why does she know that about me?" they would whisper, casting wary glances in her direction. This led to whispers and distance, and Yukimo had always been the odd one out, teetering on the edge of loneliness, desiring connection but fearing the power of her own mind.

Eventually, she was given special headphones that dampened her telepathy. With their help, she was able to gain some control over her ability over the years. Instead of constantly hearing people's thoughts, she only heard the thoughts of 2 out of 10 people around her. And instead of hearing it as loud as ever, it now resembled a distant murmur—a faint echo of whispers carried on the wind. However, to say it made her life easier would be a half-truth; it merely put up a fragile barrier between her and the world. She was advised to keep her headphones with her at all times. Whenever her telepathy activated unexpectedly, or whenever it became too much for her to handle, she could put them on.

The third variation was a complete disaster that she wished she didn't have. It had a major flaw that she discovered after minimal use. She chose to ignore its existence and pretended that it had never been a part of her.

"Why should I waste my time hoping for acceptance?" Yukimo whispered to herself, the loneliness clinging to her like a shadow. She glanced around the room, observing the animated conversations, the laughter, and the dreams of her classmates. Each one was grounded in their own certainty, a certainty she believed she would never possess.

Her fingers brushed against her headphones, the familiar weight a reminder of her peculiar existence. The small red and white apparatus was her shield, a barrier that allowed for limited interaction with her peers while preventing her from inadvertently exposing their secrets to the world. She could feel the warmth radiating from her classmates as they shared their aspirations, and yet she felt colder than ever.

"Too bad..." her teacher mumbled, "With your excellent grades, you would have a high chance of getting into U.A., like Bakugo."

"U.A? That national school?!" murmured everyone in disbelief. It was the top hero academy in the country, with an exceptionally low acceptance rate. The room buzzed with excitement as whispers spread like wildfire.

Yukimo ignored her classmates as she put her pencil down and sighed. She stared out the window, longing to go home. Upon hearing the announcement about him, Katsuki hopped off his chair and onto his desk, boasting about himself.

"I aced the mock test!" he proclaimed, a malicious grin spreading across his face, "I'm the only one at this school who could get into U.A. I'll surpass All Might and become the top hero!"

"Oh yeah," the teacher had cut Katsuki off, "Midoriya, wanted to go to U.A., too, right?"

At the mention of Izuku's name, the classroom shifted again, the excitement morphing into silence. Izuku flinched as everyone looked towards him, trying to remain small. Even Yukimo's gaze flickered towards him, wondering how someone so different could hold such hope. She couldn't help but smile.

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Izuku was the only friend she had made since transferring to this school. She had tried to avoid everyone and be alone as much as possible, ignoring and rejecting all of Izuku's attempts to befriend her. Yet, something about Izuku's unyielding spirit and kindness had melted her defenses.

He was different too, in a way; he didn't have a quirk. She had to admit that she felt a twinge of jealousy towards him. She wished she were quirkless too. But Izuku helped her appreciate her own quirk to some extent. He was the first person who didn't think of her telepathy as a curse. Instead, he listened with curiosity, complimented her, and even sensed the heavy burden it carried. The way he looked at her was never one of fear or judgment, but rather one of understanding, as if he could see beyond the chaos of her mind and into her heart.

"I might not have a quirk, but I still want to become a hero," Izuku had once told her, his usually meek voice filled with quiet determination. Despite being bullied and told repeatedly that he could never become a hero, he refused to give up on his dream.

From that moment on, she looked up to him, and as they grew close and became good friends, her admiration blossomed into a secret crush. She had complete faith in him and believed he would someday become a great hero. Yet, she refused to confess her feelings, afraid of risking the precious friendship they had built.

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Everyone, except Yukimo, burst into laughter and began to tease him. Yukimo had noticed on more than one occasion that he was considering his application form and his approach to getting into U.A. Academy, but she never thought he would actually do it. Now, seeing how far he was willing to go despite the ridicule, she couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with admiration as she gazed at Izuku.

As Izuku attempted to defend himself, Katsuki suddenly leaped in front of Izuku's desk and slammed his hand down, producing a small explosion. The impact sent Izuku tumbling to the ground, where he looked up at Katsuki in fear, his heart racing as he met the fierce glare of his friend.

"Listen up, Deku!" he shouted, "You're below the rejects! You're Quirkless! How can you even stand in the same ring as me?"

Yukimo shook her head while listening to Katsuki bully Izuku. She knew defending him this time would only prolong the argument with Katsuki, and today she felt too drained to intervene. Instead, she planned to cheer Izuku up afterward. She couldn't understand why Izuku still considered Katsuki a friend after all the bullying he had endured. Despite everything that had happened, it puzzled her how resilient Izuku's heart was, always finding a way to keep a connection with Katsuki.

Over the last two years, she had come to understand why Katsuki acted so cocky. She had to admit that he was strong, but she disliked his attitude. In fact, she felt a mix of both liking and disliking it. She despised his arrogance and short-tempered nature, yet she couldn't help but appreciate his brutal honesty in a world full of pretense. Unlike many others, he was consistently true to his thoughts and words.

They had developed a peculiar kind of friendship, although it was not a close one. She didn't know how to define it, as they had never really engaged in a meaningful conversation. Most of the time, they would argue. He would raise his voice, and she would simply ignore him, which only led to him shouting even louder.

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"No, wait, Kacchan!" Izuku started to panic, "It's not like I'm trying to compete with you or anything! It's just that it's been my goal ever since I was little. And...I won't know unless I try..."

"What do you mean, 'unless you try'?!" Katsuki spat back, crossing his arms, "Are you taking the test for fun?! What can you do?! You're Quirkless!"

While the chaos of the classroom continued, Yukimo glanced discreetly around the room, noting the faces of her classmates. Everyone was giving Izuku, just like Katsuki, a death glare as well. The teacher, who had stayed quiet, finally interrupted and ordered Katsuki to get back to his seat. With a heavy heart, Izuki cast a sorrowful gaze downward.

'Don't listen to them. I have faith in you,' he mentally heard, glancing over at Yukimo. She waved her hand, using her telekinesis to help him up. Izuku blinked in surprise as he felt her gentle push guiding him back to his feet.

"Thanks, Yuki-chan," he whispered, the warmth of her support bolstering his confidence. It was comforting to know he wasn't alone, even amidst Katsuki's thunderous disapproval.

'He needs to learn to accept the truth eventually!' Yukimo was startled by a sudden voice and flinched. She looked at Katsuki, who was giving her a deadly look. Although she hadn't lost control of her telepathic powers, Katsuki somehow always knew how to force his thoughts onto her.

She let out a sigh and quickly put on her headphones to block out his loud thoughts. Then, she turned to stare out of the window. Without needing to hear him, she could tell that her actions had made Katsuki furious. Ignoring him was the best—and only—option for both of them, as responding would only make him angrier.

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When the final bell rang, Yukimo released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. The classroom erupted into chaos as students darted out, eager to embrace their freedom. She was relieved to be leaving school, but her homeroom teacher had other plans. He insisted on taking her to the teacher's office to hear the same question and speech once more.

"You sure you don't want to enroll in any Hero Academy?" the teacher asked with concern. Yukimo let out a sigh at hearing the question yet again.

"Sensei," she said, keeping her voice calm, "I'm not interested."

She managed to say it through clenched teeth. Before her teacher could continue, she stormed out of the office and headed back to the classroom to grab her belongings. She flinched when she heard voices coming from the classroom. Who else stayed behind?

"G-g-give it back!" Izuku's voice quivered as Yukimo cautiously stepped through the doorway. The sight before her stopped her in her tracks—Katsuki was holding a piece of Izuku's notebook, mercilessly flipping through the pages while the others watched, some giggling at Izuku's expense. Katsuki's eyes narrowed as he waved the notebook around, clearly reveling in the power he had over his quirkless classmate.

"What's this, Deku?" he mocked, "Your top secret hero plans? You think scribbling down your dreams will make you a real hero?"

Katsuki clasped his hands together, causing an explosion that burned and covered a book with smoke. He shrugged and threw the book out the window. Yukimo felt her heart drop as she witnessed the cruel spectacle unfold before her. She couldn't stand idly by, not anymore; she stretched out in front of him. The book unexpectedly flew back inside and hit Katsuki's head.

Katsuki stumbled back in shock, eyes wide as he grasped at his head, momentarily stunned. Yukimo stormed in, her patience frayed, and the protective instincts she had diligently kept at bay surged to the surface. She grabbed her bag and Izuku's notebook from the ground, then turned to face Izuku.

"What the hell?!" Katsuki shouted, regaining his composure, his hands twitching with anger barely held in check.

"Yuki-chan, you shouldn't have—" Izuku began, but she interrupted him, her emotions surging.

"We're leaving now," she told Izuku telepathically. He quickly nodded in agreement, still visibly shaken from the confrontation. He grabbed his bag and retrieved his notebook from Yukimo.

"Don't ignore me!" Katsuki roared, his voice echoing in the empty classroom.

"I'm not in the mood for this," she said, returning his furious gaze with a glare at him and the two boys behind him. The boys flinched and took a step back.

The entire class knew not to mess with Yukimo when she was in a bad mood. She always wore a poker face, even when she was hurt or sick, and even when Katsuki yelled or threatened her. This led people to believe that she was an emotionless robot until Izuku was able to break through her walls. Her smiles were rare; she only showed them when she was with Izuku.

Izuku was both thanked and blamed by those around him. On one hand, he helped a person express more emotions; on the other hand, some people held him responsible for her bad moods, which sometimes resulted in her exhibiting scary behaviour.

Out of nowhere, several desks and chairs began levitating and moving towards the boys. Taking advantage of the distraction, Yukimo seized hold of Izuku's wrist and quickly fled the classroom. Explosions erupted behind her. As Yukimo and Izuku dashed through the hallways, the sound of Katsuki's roar echoed behind them, adding urgency to their escape.

"YOU ARE DEAD!" Katsuki yelled. Yukimo quickly looked over her shoulder and motioned her hand to shut the glass door, hoping that it would buy her some time to run away. As they rounded the corner, their hearts racing, both were excited and relieved to be outside the chaos of the classroom.

Once they reached outside of the school, they paused to catch their breath, leaning against the cold brick wall. Yukimo looked at Izuku, who seemed both flustered and grateful.

"That was amazing!" Izuku gasped, his eyes wide with admiration, "This is the first time you've used your telekinesis on multiple objects at once!"

"Thanks," she mumbled, feeling warm embarrassment flood her cheeks, "You really are going to apply for U.A Academy?"

He nodded with a saddened expression, concerned about the potential threats Katsuki might face.

"Don't listen to Bakugo," she says, "You are not useless, and I know you can be a hero. I have faith in you."

Izuku's heart swelled. There was something profound in Yukimo's words that wrapped around him like a warm blanket. In that brief moment, the weight of their circumstances felt lighter, and he could almost see the potential future stretching out before him, full of possibilities.

"Thanks, Yuki-chan. Your support means a lot," he said, a soft smile breaking through the anxiety that had clenched his heart, "Let's grab something to eat."

"U-uhm, you go ahead; I forgot I had to do something," Yukimo stammered, a sudden urge to retreat swelling within her.

Izuku's smile faltered ever so slightly as he nodded, "Okay... see you there then?" he asked, uncertainty flickering in his gaze.

"Yeah, for sure," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. As Izuku turned to leave, she felt a pang of fleeting regret brush against her heart.

Once Izuku disappeared around the corner, her smile faded as she heard something dripping onto the ground. Looking down, she saw blood dripping from her nose. Yukimo instinctively reached up, touching the warm liquid that was now painting her fingers crimson. In that moment, a wave of frustration and sadness washed over her. She cursed herself for overexerting her powers.

Trying to pick up her bag from the ground, Yukimo felt dizzy, and her vision blurred. The world around her shifted as the exertion surged through her body like a storm. Losing her balance, she stumbled and was about to fall backward when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, steadying her before she could hit the ground. A voice pierced through the haze in her mind.

"Do that again, and I'll kill you!" She turned around and saw Katsuki holding her steady as he glared down at her.

Yukimo's heart raced, partly from the dizziness and partly from surprise. Here she was, moments ago standing victorious, having defended Izuku against Katsuki's bullying, and now she found herself in his grasp. The world spun around her, a whirlwind of emotions melding into confusion and dread.

Katsuki's eyes bore into her, and for a split second, she could see a flicker of concern beneath the rage. "You think you can just throw my stuff around and get away with it?" he growled, his grip tightening around her waist.

'Stupid Yuki, going over your limit,' she heard his thoughts and chuckled as she slowly pushed herself back into a standing position, using the last remnants of her strength to regain her balance.

"I guess I did go a bit beyond my limits," she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, and she looked up at him, her vision slowly returning to clarity.

This was yet another major setback with her quirk. Whenever she used her telekinesis, it drained her physical strength. No matter how fit she was, she always felt tired. That was also why she relied more on her physical strength than her telekinesis; the fatigue made her feel weak. She hated that feeling.

"Stay out of my damn head! Why are you supporting that loser going to U.A.? He is quirkless, and he always will be!" Katsuki shouted.

"There is nothing wrong with Izuku-kun having a dream to chase," she replied defiantly, "and seriously? Bullying Izuku-kun to stop applying to U.A.? Talk about being desperate."

"Now, have a nice evening," Yukimo continued as she grabbed her bag. "I do wish you the best of luck, Bakugo."

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes as he took a step back, but his brow furrowed as if her words had struck a nerve. Yuki nodded her farewell and continued on her way at a slow pace. She wanted to go home to rest, but she had promised she'd meet up with Izuku first. As Katsuki watched her go, he felt his temper start to rise.

"Tch, whatever, Yuki!" he shouted after her, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, "I don't need luck!"

Yukimo didn't look back and only raised her hand in the air to wave. Once Yukimo left his sight, Katsuki clenched his fists, still seething with anger.

"Stupid Yuki," he growled.

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Yukimo was standing outside a store with plastic bags in her hands, feeling exhausted and yawning. She had to buy some groceries before going home, and Izuku was supposed to meet her there, but he hadn't shown up yet.

She leaned against the cool glass of the store's entrance, trying to keep herself steady as the weariness clung to her like a heavy cloak. Mentally, she reviewed her list of groceries—nothing too extravagant, just the essentials: milk, bread, a few vegetables, and snacks to share with Izuku.

Feeling too tired to wait any longer, she decided to go home and texted Izuku to let him know. After sending the text, she put her phone in her pocket and took a sip of her slush. Suddenly, she heard loud explosions nearby; it must be a villain attack. Yukimo sighed, knowing that Izuku was probably there being a fanboy. This must be the reason why he didn't meet up with her or even respond to her calls and texts.

Seeing a huge crowd of people and scorch marks on the sides of buildings, she realized that this was where the villain would be. Not seeing her friend behind the crowd, she guessed that he had managed to push forward and was standing either among the people or all the way in the front.

"Why aren't the heroes doing anything?"

"They can't. Apparently, the villain caught a junior high school"

"That poor kid."

Yukimo's heart raced as she stepped further toward the fray. Her curiosity piqued, she peered through the sea of anxious faces and saw a chaotic scene unfolding. Her eyes widened as she recognized the distinct figure among the chaos: Katsuki being engulfed by a sludge-like monster. Anxiety coursing through her veins as she watched Katsuki struggle against the villain's grip. The monstrous form of the Sludge Monster constricted around him, slick and tenacious, its consistency threatening to suffocate him. The crowd gasped collectively, panic rippling through like a wave.

Katsuki gazed at the crowd, his fierce expression betraying fear as he fought against the suffocating grip of the villain. The moment Yukimo saw his helpless expression, she froze. It was the first time she had seen him beg for help in such a desperate manner.

She knew she had to do something— but what? As she contemplated her options, she realized she didn't have time to waste. Just when she was about to act, she saw Izuku dashing straight in to offer help.

"Izuku-kun!" she shouted, panic lacing her voice, but her warning was lost in the crowd's cries. Izuku's figure quickly morphed into a blur as he rushed toward Katsuki, not hesitating, even knowing the risk he was taking. He threw his backpack at the villain and tried to grasp the sludge.

"My legs moved on their own!" she heard him exclaim, breathlessly, his eyes locked on Katsuki. "You looked like you were asking for help..."

'Izuku, you idiot...' she thought. 'You truly are...'

She dropped everything she was carrying and closed her eyes, brushing the bangs that covered her right eye behind her ear. Yukimo felt her heart pounding in rhythm with the chaos surrounding her. She could sense the thoughts and fears of the people nearby, but they blurred together in a swirling mass of anxiety. Yet, one thought stood out clearer than the others; Save them.

When she opened her eyes, she looked back at the scene. People noticed a purple light emanating from her and turned to look. However, she had already disappeared; suddenly, a purple light emerged from the crowd and approached two boys. With their eyes widened, they looked at the girl who had appeared between them—Yukimo.

She raised her left hand towards Izuku, causing him to move backward. As he stumbled, a hero caught him and watched in distress as everything happened so fast. She turned to her right and looked at Katsuki. He couldn't help but flinch when he saw her right eye for the first time; it was different: her right eye was purple, while the left one was light blue. Katsuki noticed that she had placed her right hand on his forehead, the only part of his body that the sludge monster hadn't touched.

The next thing he knew, they were suddenly stumbling to the ground in front of the crowd. Katsuki sat up in disbelief, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He looked at the sludge monster, who was furious at the outcome and poised to attack the other heroes.

However, All Might finally appeared and vanquished the sludge monster with a Detroit Smash. Applause erupted like a storm as All Might's heroic figure delivered a tremendous punch.

Katsuki, still stunned, blinked rapidly as he processed what had just transpired.

"What was that?" he muttered, his voice a mix of disbelief and irritation. His gaze shifted to Yukimo, who suspiciously hadn't moved since they fell. He was about to scold her but froze when he saw that she was unconscious on the ground, bleeding from her ears and nose.

"Wake up, Yuki!" he urged, shaking her lightly as anger and worry collided within him, "YUKI!"

*-* To Be Continued *-*