You were pissed. You knew this stupid frat party would be a mistake, a chance for Neito to fuck about thinking it had no consequences— you knew better than that though. You hadn’t even left your dorm before he was irritating you, telling you that you “Couldn’t wear that top because it was too revealing.” Out of spite you’d gone and put on your shortest skirt and skimpiest shirt.
It was petty, you knew that, and maybe a part of you felt a little guilty about being a partial cause of the big argument you were having right now– unapologetically yelling at each other in the stairway of the frat house. But seriously, he just wasn’t listening.
“Oh fuck off, Neito. You know this isn’t my fault.” You seethed, jabbing your nail directly into the centre of his chest, he drunkenly shoved your hand away, scoffing loudly.
“Of course,” he announced. “I’m the dramatic one and you’re the victim. What? Can’t a guy have fun anymore? Clearly You’d rather I don’t drink and hover by you while you slut yourself out all night.” His eyes rolled so hard you thought they’d get stuck in his head.
Damnit, you were shaking.
“You know what, screw you, Neito– and screw the mighty pedestal you’ve placed yourself on. I’m leaving, and we’re breaking up. Come collect your shit in the morning, asshole.” You shoved him as you glided past, causing him to stumble back. It was embarrassing the amount of people who had just witnessed that, each moving to the side as you waded through the crowd.
It didn’t take long before you were sitting on the curb outside the house, cigarette in hand as you searched your pockets for your lighter. The night was silent, only broken by the sound of cars passing by and the rustling of your jacket.
You'd just about given up on finding a lighter until a flame sparked in front of your face, lighting your cigarette wordlessly. You looked back, meeting half-lidded deep purple eyes. She raised an eyebrow, and it suddenly clicked with you that it was Kyouka Jirou you were staring at.
Tugging the cigarette from your mouth and huffing the smoke to the side you finally spoke. “Thanks.” It was a mumbled word, kind of awkward if you really thought about it. But the girl didn’t seem to think too hard about it, nodding and pulling away as she sat down beside you.
“Don’t sweat it.” You could feel her staring at you as you gazed into the street, almost like she wanted to say something but didn’t deem it appropriate. The tension broke the second she opened her mouth. “Are you into women?”
You squinted at her, trying to decipher whether she was asking a genuine question or not, you took another drag from your cigarette. “Why..?”
“Because I think you could do a lot better than that asshole you’re with right now.” Jirou stated as if it was obvious, shaking her head with sass.
Your face said it all as you spoke; “Well, I’ll have you know I just broke up with him. I’m just waiting for my cab.” You were hardly entertaining whatever approach she was taking, too busy trying to wrap your head around the strange series of events that had occurred in the last 10 minutes. “But yes… maybe. I’m bi, I think.”
Jirou giggled a little. “You think?”
You glared at her through the corner of your eye. “Yes. Are you serious about this or not?”
“I’m serious, I’m serious.” She replied, leaning back on her palms. “Anyway. You don’t seem very upset for someone who’s just broken up with one of the most popular boys in the school. You sure you liked him that much?” Jirou’s tone seemed more genuine now, her voice softer as she spoke.
You shrugged a little, resting your chin on your knees. “Eh. He was good sometimes, but I dunno– he was kind of bratty when with his friends.” With a sigh you continued. “Neito… he’s not a bad guy. He’s just not right for me.”
Jirou didn’t speak at first, letting your words hang for a moment. “I get it. I don’t think he deserved you, though. You’re too good for him.” she whispered.
You turned your head to look at her, stubbing your cigarette out on the concrete. “You think so?”
“I know so.” she deadpanned. “So… You are into women then?” With a hum you nodded, lifting your head from your legs.
“What’re you getting at?” You asked suspiciously, squinting your eyes at the purple headed girl. She was smiling softly at you, her bangs falling just in front of her eyes.
“Just thinking… you know. Maybe you’d want to go home with someone tonight.” She suggested tilting her head to the side. You giggled a little, unable to suppress the grin on your face.
“Does this usually work?” You asked, standing up and dusting yourself off. Jirou whistled lowly as you bent to pick up your purse. She shook her head, watching as you tugged open the door to the cab that had just pulled up beside you.
“Nah.” She sighed. Staring as you climbed in, hardly registering that you’d left the door wide open. You waited for a moment, eyeing her up expectantly.
“Are you getting in or what?” You shouted, loud enough for her to hear. That pulled her out of her thoughts, Jirou practically lit up, scrambling in and slamming the door shut.
“I didn’t fumble?” She questioned, genuinely shocked.
You laughed even harder, shaking your head as you interlocked your fingers with her. “No, no you didn’t.”
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Eiko has made it in. Now she's tasked with proving she can be here. Will she be able to?
Chapter 3 - The First Day
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April. The start of the school year. The start of my journey at UA. I stand at the gates, staring at the massive building. I feel like I’m dreaming, like one wrong move I’ll wake up and my acceptance into UA never happened. However as I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder I’m snapped from it, and I know this is real.
“Ready?” Fumi asked, now wearing the UA uniform.
“As much as I can be.” I mutter as we walk into the building. “We’re in different classes.” I point out as we find our lockers to switch out our shoes.
“Yeah, but there’s always lunch.” Fumi suggested as she looked around. “Besides, in a school full of future heroes there shouldn’t be any bullies, right?”
“Guess not. Still don’t like it.” I complain as we headed down the long hallways.
“I’ll miss you too.” Fumi teased as she started the climb up the stairs.
“Haha, very funny.” I sarcastically reply as I follow her. We remain in silence as we make our way to the classrooms. I’m in 1-A, she’s in 1-B. These next few years are going to be tough without her to complain to in class.
“See you at lunch.” Fumi waves me off as she hurries into her class. She had this habit of being early, there’s still five minutes to class. If I had it my way I’d be walking in as the bell was ringing, but I’m already here so I might as well try head in.
As I approach the door I notice just how big it is, as well as how high the ceilings are. I guess it’s to accommodate anyone with a quirk that makes them big? Whatever. As I enter the classroom I’m met with a decent amount of people, most notably is that guy with the stick up his ass. He looks like a robot with how stiff he is.
“Oh, hey!” A familiar voice calls out from further into the room and as I turn to look in that direction I’m met with none other than Jirou.
“Uh, hey.” I wave awkwardly at her as I make my way into the class, she meets me halfway and scratches the back of her neck.
“Guess we both got in.”
“Yeah.” I look around at some of the other people here, No one else I know, of course.
“Sorry I didn’t wait with you after the exam, Midnight ushered me away.” Jirou explains as she twirls an ear jack.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s fine, don’t worry.” I don’t know why she was apologising, it's not like I was expecting her to stay. We’re strangers.
“I’m glad I know one person in here, it would have been hell getting through the school year without company.” Jirou states, folding her arms.
“Uh, yeah. Likewise.” Is now a bad time to mention I don’t know how to talk to people? Before I could fumble my way through more conversation a voice from behind me calls out.
“Take your feet of that desk now!” The walking rule book cried out at some blonde kid.
“Huh?” The blonde boy taunted as he, without a doubt, had his feet on the desk.
“It’s the first day and you’re already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!”
“You’re kidding me, right? Your old school shove a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?” The blonde questioned, causing me to let out a chuckle. Unfortunately Mr. Roboto has super hearing so he whipped his head to look at me in shock.
“Uh- Let’s start over.” He turns to face the blonde again. “I’m Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy.” He introduced himself, trying to be friendly.
“Somei, huh? So you must think you’re better than me. I’m gonna have fun tearin’ you a new one.” The blonde had the kind of voice were he sounded like he was borderline yelling all the time. Also I guess heroes can be bullies, cause that sounds exactly like some McBitchface would have said.
“You would threaten me?” The robot gasped. “Your own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?”
“If he wants to be a hero let him, teachers won’t let him act like an ass for long.” I spit, really disliking both of the boys. I turn around to go find a seat at the back.
“Ha!” The blonde scoffs. As I sit I see Iida and him look at the doorway, staring someone down. Oh, the unkempt hair kid.
“It’s him.” Iida mumbles as everyone turns to look at one of the last to arrive.
“Uh, hi!” The green haired boy calls out.
“Good morning.” Iida formally greets, just like a robot. “My name is Tenya Iida fro-” He’s marching towards the nervous kid.
“Y-yeah I know!” The kid stutters as he waves his hands about. “I’m Izuku Midoriya. It’s super nice to meet you.” He introduces himself.
“Midoriya. You realised that there was something more to the practical exam, didn’t you?” Iida questions, staring the boy down. “You must be very perceptive. And I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student, you are far superior to me.” He starts to shake as he speaks, like it physically hurts him to say. A voice calls out from behind Midoriya.
“Hey! I recoginse that messed up hair! Falling boy!” Midoriya turns around to see a girl with pink cheeks smiling at him brightly. She starts to rant about what happened in their exam but I can’t hear what exactly was said, something about a good punch. Man I hope class starts soon, I’m done with talking already.
“It took eight seconds for you all to shut up. That’s not going to work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that.” I hear an older voice call out from the hallway. He walks a little further in to be in the doorway. Man he looks homeless! Don’t tell- “Hello I’m Shota Aizawa. Your teacher.” Oh no. Everyone gasps as we stare at him in shock. He reaches into his… sleeping bag? And pulls out a gym uniform. “Right, let’s get to it. Put these on and head outside.” Everyone looked around confused. We’re meant to have an assembly or something, right? This guy’s weird. Everyone slowly stands and heads to grab a uniform and change in the locker rooms.
As we all stand outside on a field Aizawa speaks up again.
“You’ll be doing a quirk assessment test.”
“What? A quirk assessment test?” Everyone asked in unison. Seems like none of us understand a damn thing right now.
“But orientation! We’re gonna miss it!” Pink Checks calls out.
“If you really want to make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” He explains, back to us. Everyone lets out various sounds of shock, none of us were ready for this. “Here at UA we’re not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class how I see fit.” He turns to face us, his eyes were bloodshot. Man, maybe I should sleep more if that’s how bad my eyebags can get. “You’ve been taking standardised tests most of your lives. But you’ve never been able to use your quirks in physical exams before.” He holds up a device, a list of physical tests we have all done before was on it. “The country is still trying to pretend we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will understand.” He turns to face the blonde bully, wait am I going to have to learn everyone’s names? Shit.
“Bakugo.” He turns to face me. “Eiko. You both scored the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?” I glanced over at the newly named Bakugo. I'm hoping he’ll start talking, I’m not big on speaking in front of groups.
“Sixty-seven metres, I think.” He glanced over at me, glaring. I don’t think he likes knowing I did just as well as him.
“Uh, sixty metres? Around that ballpark anyway.” I half mumbled out, clearing my throat at the end.
“Right, one of you try doing it with your quirk.” Aizawa directed, looking between us. Bakugo glares at me as he hurries over to be the one to do it. Guess he likes to show off. He stood in the center as Aizawa tossed a ball towards him, “Anything goes, just stay in the circle.” Bakugo is still blankly staring at Aizawa. “Go on, you’re wasting our time.” Bakugo started to stretch as he watched Aizawa.
“All right, man. You asked for it.” Bakugo continued his stretches as he stared at the field ahead of him. He pulls his arms up above his head and swings it forward as fast as he can. He had a big grin on his face as he launched it through the air with an explosion as he does he yells out, “Die!” The ball soars through the air as it eventually disappears from sight. Impressive, no wonder he got the top points.
“All you of need to know your maximum capabilities.” The ball lands with a soft thud and a beep from the device signals it’s finished reading the distance. “It’s the most rational way of determining your potential as a pro hero.” He holds up the device. 705.2 almost twelve times stronger than without his quirk. Everyone around me gasped as they saw the results.
“Woah! 705 metres, are you kidding me?” A boy with blonde hair and a lighting streak through it speaks up.
“I wanna go! Looks fun!” A pink girl exclaims. I wonder why she’s pink, is it a side effect of her quirk?
“This is what I’m talking about, usin’ our quirks as much as we want!” A guy with weird elbows said. Okay seriously? His quirk is somehow so good to get into the most prestigious school in the country? What does his elbows do? Deliver sweet elbow drops? That’s not me saying he can’t be a hero, he can. I’m just confused as to how he made it into the top school.
“So this looks fun, huh?” Aizawa spoke up. “You have three years here to become a hero. You think it’s all gonna be games and play time? Idiots.” For the first time he cracks a smile, a very unsettling one at that. “Today you will compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, therefore will be expelled.” Everyone looks around in shock and horror. Expelled? On the first day. I don’t care who it is, as long as it’s not me. “Like I said, I get to decide how to run this class. Understand?” Everyone nods slowly as we prepare for the worst eight tests in our lives. This has nothing on the entrance exams, that was just to get in. This? Being expelled after already making it? That’s the worst case scenario. “If that’s a problem then you can head home now.”
“You can’t send one of us home! It’s the first day! Even if it wasn’t the first day it’s not fair!” Pink Cheeks exclaimed, apparently not cool with this.
“Did you not hear him? Said he can run this class how he wants, pretty sure he can.” I mutter as I decide to start stretching and warming up.
“Oh? And you think natural disasters are? Or power hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that whip out cities? No. The world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero’s job to try and combat the unfairness. If you want to be a pro you have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years UA will throw one hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus ultra style. Show me it’s not a mistake that you’re here.” Aizawa explained, and it seems like any students that had their doubts were now swayed. I don’t need first. Just anything but last. Hell, I'll steer clear of the bottom five in case he changes his mind. “We’re wasting time talking. Let the games begin.”
Everyone took time to warm up and stretch as Aizawa set up the bot for the 50m dash. There’s twenty two students in a class, so there will be two people at a time. I’m going last with some other girl. I watch as Iida flies through, he seems to have some kind of engine on his legs. Pink girl and some dude speaking with a french accent are against each other, and even though he talked a big game he fell short and landed on his ass near the finish line. Bakugo and Midoriya go and blondie uses his quirk to fly. Pretty useful. From the look of it Midoriya didn’t use his quirk? Maybe it’s a mental quirk? Or doesn’t help with speed? Whatever, I’m up now. The bot starts the countdown and as soon as It says go, I touch my hands onto the ground and suck the life out of it. It may have just been dirt but it still works. The nutrients and pure essence of life is drained as I dart towards the finish, leaving behind a dull dead grey mass at the starting line.
“4.29 seconds!” The bot calls out as I cross the line, I skid to a halt to turn and see the girl I’m against using plant life to launch herself over.
AYAME SUZUKI! QUIRK:PLANT CONTROL! SHE CAN SPEAK WITH AND CONTROL PLANT LIFE! TOTALLY GROOVY DUDE!
As she lands she doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the score as she marches over to me.
“You killed it!”
“Uh, thanks?” I didn’t understand why she was talking to me, maybe she’s the friendly type?
“No, not like that! I mean you killed the ground!” Oh, she was angry.
“Uh, yep.” I glance behind her to see the mess I left behind.
“How could you! Our planet is already dying, and you’re making it go faster.” She questioned me and for the first time I actually looked at her. She had darker skin, like mocha, as well as dark green eyes, a mole under the right side of her lip and her left ear had several piercings. Were they even allowed? Whatever.
“It’s my quirk.” I mutter out, I’d rather not get into this to be completely honest.
“So you’re perfectly okay with killing off the planet to be a hero?” She stared at me, wondering how I could do this. At this point we’ve gathered the attention of everyone, they’re all watching. Staring. They’re staring at me. They’re gonna find out what my quirk is and they’re going to try and kick me out. They’re gonna yell at me, say I can’t be a hero with this quirk. I don’t want to get hurt, not again. I raise my hand to the scar over my eye as I turn my head downwards, my breath quickening. No, not right now. I need to prove I can be a hero, Prove that I’m a good person!
“That’s enough gawking. Next test.” Aizawa’s voice cuts through the air as everyone turns to look at him. Everyone except me. When I got accepted I had to tell UA about my quirk, by law I had to tell them what I did. My scar feels like it’s burning, it’s hot and itchy and it won’t stop. I scratch the scar to try and get rid of the searing burning pain, to try and get rid of the scar. It doesn’t work. It never does. I hear everyone start to leave, they’re whispering. They’re whispering about me. I know it. I glance up to see the plant girl looking at me, I expect there to be hatred. It’s worry? She’s looking at me with, worry? Why? Is she pitying me? I don’t need her pity. I just need to prove I’m worthy.
We both slowly make our way inside for the next few tests, next up the grip strength. Aizawa passes out the machines as we all get ready in various ways. There’s no life to get from inside, so I dip out towards the door, looking for a good source. There’s a tree, that’ll do better than the dirt ground. I look around to make sure plant girl isn’t watching and I slowly drain the life from it, as I do the tree starts to dry out, crack and crumble. The leaves falling off and the branches sagging. By the time I’m done the tree stands there, lifeless. I slowly walk back inside, that should hold me for the next few tests. The elbow kid is yelling about how multi-arms hit a high number as I take a deep breath and squeeze as hard as I can.
BEEP!
The machine goes off as I look down at it, 301 kilograms, definitely could have done better but I don’t want to drain the life from all the vegetation nearby. We head back outside for the long jump, some kids use their quirks to practically fly over it, meanwhile Midoriya is still doing bad. How did he make it in? Nepotism? I take a deep breath in as I run and jump in the pit, I land near the end of it. Not the worst, not the best either. Next up are the side steps, some kid that looks like a toddler uses some kind of balls to bounce back and forth. I use the last of the life steal energy to get a decent number of steps. I think I've solidified not the bottom five. The softball throw is up next, Pink Cheeks uses her quirk and the ball literally goes to space. Cool. I’m up next and before I get into the circle I walk over to some bushes and flowers but before I could drain it a voice calls out.
“Hey.” It’s the plant girl. I look over at her.
“What?”
“Sorry, bout before. Look, I think it was meant to be that we’re in the same class!” She walks over to me. “Do your thing.” I glare at her as I slowly drain it, plant girl lets out a wince as I do so. The flowers wilt and die, the bush shrinks up and dries out. I stand as there’s nothing left but a dead bush. As I finish up, the plant girl puts her hands out and the bush immediately comes back to life, a glow as the life comes back, it regains moisture, plumps up and the flowers regrow bigger and better than before.
“Cool quirk.” I mutter out.
“Thanks. See we’re opposites! You take plant life and use it as power right? I grow plant life and use it as power! So, from now on whenever you need to use your quirk I’ll use mine and make them grow back.” She explained as she stands to face me. Is she, not angry anymore?
“Okay, sounds good.” I mumble as I turn back around to head for the circle.
“Hey wait, I’m Ayame Suzuki. My friends call me Aya.” She smiles at me as she walks ahead of me.
“Eiko.” I say, brushing past her to throw the ball. I take a deep breath as I swing my arm back before throwing it as hard as I could. The ball flies from my hand, soaring through the air, for a second it disappears from view before landing with a thud.
“700 metres exactly.” Aizawa notes as he motions for me to move. I take a few steps back as I leave the circle so the next person can go.
“Nice throw! I dunno if we’re gonna make it for lunch but if we do, wanna sit together?” Suzuki asks, a relaxed look on her face.
“Weren’t you yelling at me like twenty minutes ago?” I looked her in the eyes, trying to see if she was up to something.
“Sorry. Shouldn’t judge your quirk, not like you choose it.” She shrugs, seemingly over the whole thing.
“I’m sitting with my friend at lunch.” I mumble as I turn to watch the next person.
“Hey I love making friends! More the merrier I say.” Suzuki seemingly decided on her own to join me anyway. Midoriya stands there, nervously staring at the ball.
“If Midoriya doesn’t shape up soon then he’ll be going home.” Iida informs as we stand and watch.
“No shit, he’s in trouble.” I mumble out.
“Huh? Of course he will. He’s a quirkless loser!” Bakugo shouts. They let quirkless people be heroes? That’s cool I guess.
“He has a quirk.” Iida confusedly says. Wait, so does he or not? “Did you not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?” No, obviously not.
“Huh?” Bakugo seems to be just as, if not more confused than me. Midoriya lets out a yell as he throws the ball. It goes about forty metres. Midoriya mutters something as he stares in shock.
“I erased your quirk.” Aizawa moves ahead a little as his scarf seems to magically start floating. “The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enrol into this school.” Aizawa explains. Someone like him? What does that mean? Whatever it is, I don't like it. I’ve had too many people say I can’t and shouldn’t be a hero.
“Wait, you did what to my-” Midoriya starts before cutting himself off, realising something. “Ah! Those goggles, I know you! You can look at someone and cancel their quirk. The erasure hero: Eraser Head.”
“You’re not ready. You don’t have control over your power.” Aizawa glares at him.
“Isn’t it kind of your job to help him? I mean, y’know, teach him better ways and stuff.” I instinctually ask, everyone looks at me in shock, not expecting someone to back talk Aizawa.
“No. My job is to help you become heroes. Not baby you.” Aizawa doesn’t turn to look at me once.
“Wouldn’t teaching him how to use his quirk properly be making him a better hero?” I raise a brow at the teacher.
“He has no control whatsoever. It would be different if he simply wasn’t using it efficiently.” Aizawa explains. I guess I can’t change his mind. “Now, were you planning to break your bones again?” Break his what now? “Counting on someone else to save your body?”
“No! That’s not what I was trying to do!” MIdoriya cried out. Aizawa’s scarf wraps around the boy and pulls him in close to the teacher.
“No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle.” Aizawa explains. I mean, if he breaks his bones when he uses his quirk then Aizawa might have a point, but this whole situation is far to familiar. Rubs me the wrong way. “You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know. One who saved a thousand people by himself and became a legend. But even with that drive you’re useless if all you can do is throw a single punch before breaking down. Sorry, Midoriya. With your power there’s no way you can become a hero.”
“Yes he can. He just needs to learn. Obviously he doesn’t know how to use his quirk. I don’t know why. But he doesn’t. If you just hel-” I’m cut off before I can finish my sentence.
“I’m not talking to you Eiko.” Aizawa forcefully says, shutting me down. Aizawa drops Midoriya from his scarf and stares down at him. “I’ve returned your impractical quirk. Take your final throw, hurry up and get it over with.” Aizawa backs up as Midoriya slowly walks back to the circle. He determinedly swings his arm back and throws the ball forward. The ball blasts up as everyone stares in shock. He used his quirk, but he controlled the breakage to just his finger. Smart. Not great or anything. But better than nothing.
“Mr. Aizawa. You see? I’m still standing.” Midoriya shakily grins, his finger properly hurts like all hell. Yet he’s able to smile. Just like All Might.
“Nice! He’s finally showing us his true power!” Pink Cheeks exclaims, hyped about seeing it.
“But his finger seems to be broken now.” Iida pointed out. “Just like in the exam. This quirk is very odd.” It is an odd quirk.
“It wasn’t a very pretty throw.” The guy with the french accent says. Bakugo stares in absolute shock and seems on the verge of a heart attack. His face morphed into one of anger and rage as his hands let off explosions, he sprints at Midoriya.
“Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that or you're dead!” He ran at him, hand out ready to attack. His quirk may be good but he’s a total jerk. He reminds me of pro hero Endeavour. Midoriya lets out a scream as AIzawa’s scarf shoots out and wraps around Bakugou. Holding him in place as he still tries to reach out to ’Deku’. “What? Why the hell is your scarf so strong?” Bakugo asks, straining against the fabric.
“It’s a capture weapon.” Aizawa explained the way his scarf works. Makes sense he’d have some support item to help him, his quirk is good but he’d still need help with defeating naturally strong villains. “Stand down. It’d be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. Gives me dry eye.” Aizawa drops the scarf when Bakugo finally gives up. “Your wasting my time now. Who’s up next?” He asked, turning to the rest of the students as Midoriya shuffles past Bakugo’s seething form.
After that we finished up the throw to move on to the rest of the tests. Sit ups was next up, not much I can do for this other than increase my stamina.
“Hey. Need help?” Jirou’s voice calls out as she comes over to help hold my feet down.
“Uh, thanks.” I mumble out as I get ready to start.
“Your quirk’s pretty useful, huh?” She let out a chuckle as she asked me.
“I guess. Can also be dangerous though.” I mutter the second half out. I have to be careful with my quirk.
“Really? How so?” Jirou looked at me confused as I start my sit ups.
“What do you think my quirk is?” I question. They’ve all seen me drain plants, so I’m wondering if they think it’s just that.
“Oh, well. I don’t really know but you get power from the Earth?” Jirou asked, not sure of herself. I shake my head.
“No. Well, yes. My quirks been named Life Steal.” I whisper, making sure no one else could hear me. Jirou’s eyes widen a bit at the name before nodding.
“So, you take the life from things to make yourself stronger?” Jirou asks, watching me.
“Yep. Don’t tell anyone.” I continue my sit ups, deciding I’ve said more than enough.
“I won’t.” Jirou smiled at me and stayed quiet for the rest of the test. I’m not sure why I told her, I just felt like I could.
The rest of the tests went by all without incident and all going well for me. We all stood around, waiting for our results and cooling down. At this point we’ve all missed orientation for sure.
“Here are the results. I’ve ranked you from best to worst.” Aizawa calls out to the class. “I’ll pull up the whole list.” Aizawa clicks a device and a projection shows up, ranking all of the class. I search for my name, fourth place. Not too bad, could have been better but I’m not one to show off. Looking at the bottom I notice Midoriya is in last, despite his efforts. “And I was lying. No one’s going home.” We all stared at him in shock. All that for nothing. “That was just to make sure you gave it your all in the tests.” Aizawa creepily grins.
“Wow, great. So glad we got the creepy guy as our teacher.” I mumble, letting out a sigh.
“I’m surprised the rest of you didn’t figure that out. I’m sorry. I guess I should have said something sooner.” A tall girl mentions, I think she got in by recommendation. Meaning she’s rich and privileged, and also apparently smart.
“Alright. That’s it for the day.” Aizawa speaks back up. “Pick up a syllabus in the classroom, read it over before tomorrow.” Aizawa walks away, leaving us here to digest the information. We all slowly but surely head back to the locker rooms to get back into our uniforms.
“Heyo Eiko!” Suzuki calls out, half dressed. “You’re pretty great with your quirk! How’d you get so good with it?”
“I don’t know. Practice?” I questioned. Shouldn’t that be obvious?
“I mean seriously, you know how much to take without going overboard!” She exclaimed, smiling at me as she changed.
“Practice.” I state once again. I avoid looking at everyone else as I quickly change, not wanting to stick around long.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m finding you at lunch. Can’t escape me that easily.” Suzuki reminds me as I head towards the door, rolling my eyes.
“Whatever.”
We all make it back to class in time to move on with the rest of the school day. Classes go by such as English and Maths before it finally gets to lunch. I bolt out the door in hopes of losing Suzuki in the crowd and make my way to the line for lunch.
“You weren’t at orientation.” Fumi sneaks up on me.
“No, long story. Teacher is kinda crazy.” I laugh looking at Fumi, my face drops as I see the guy from my entrance exam.
“He wants to sit with us. Is that alright?” Fumi asks, tilting her head.
“Uh, I guess.” I clear my throat, going back to face the line.
“Oh, you’re the girl from the exam! I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Ryo Yoshida, but you can call me Ryo. Yoshida is a pretty common last name so I prefer when people call me by my first name.” Yoshida explained, smiling at me.
“Guess you didn’t need your quirk to help you get in?” I ask, remembering his words from the exam. He looks at me shocked before also remembering.
“Oh! Haha, no I barely scraped by. I only got in cause I helped a bunch of people.” Yoshida awkwardly laughs.
“Eiko! Told you I’d find you!” Suzuki comes running up to us, stopping to look at Fumi and Yoshida. “These your friends?” She asked. “Names Ayame Suzuki! My friends call me Aya.” She shoves her hand out in front of her for a handshake which Yoshida accepts.
“Ryo Yoshida. Call me Ryo.” He introduces. “Kimura-”
“Ryo, I said you can call me Fumi.” She interjects.
“Right. Fumi and I are in the same class and I asked if we could have lunch together.” He explained before looking at me. “Eiko and I were in the same group for the practical exam but I wouldn’t say we’re friends yet.”
“Cool. I’m in Eiko’s class. We’re soulmates.” Suzuki teases as she nudges my shoulder.
“Don’t say that.” I roll my eyes, and let out a groan.
“She takes life I give it. Enemies to lovers. That’s what we are. I can feel it!” She dramatically tosses herself onto me causing me to grunt and push her off.
“No way.” I glare at her.
“See! Enemies. Eventual lovers-”
“No!” I cry out, groaning again. Fumi and Ryo start laughing and I can already tell this is going to be a long school year.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51718639/chapters/130800679
February 26. The day I’ve been looking forward to for months. The U.A Entrance Exam. Correction, the practical exam. I had already aced the written portion weeks prior. I craned my head up as I stared at the intimidating entrance to the school. This place is massive, a perfect place to train the future heroes. I’ve barely had time to relax during the break, I’ve been training, pushing my body and quirk past its limits over and over again. I wouldn’t say I’m jacked or anything, but I’ve got decent muscle for a 15 year old. I feel a cold hand on my shoulder, I glance over and I’m greeted with Fumi’s pale face.
“Y’know if you scowl too much your face will get stuck that way.” Fumi teased as she looked past me into the school.
“Y’know if you keep sneaking up on people you’re going to give someone a heart attack.” I mumble back as I stare back at the entrance. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. The day I can finally start proving I’m a hero.
“Let’s go in then.” Fumi moved her hand down to tug at my arm, trying and failing to drag me. For some reason my feet were planted, I couldn’t move. “Eiko?” I could feel my heart picking up pace, why was I so nervous? I’ve been preparing for this day for months! I shouldn’t be nervous. “Eiko, take a breath.” I could feel Fumi take my hand in hers, trying to calm me down.
“Hey… Even if I don’t get in I’m still a good person, right?” I whisper out. The shock on Fumi’s face was evident, I’m not normally one to show my insecurities in such a public setting.
“Yeah. At least I think so.” Fumi smiled at me as she started tugging on my hand again. This time I’m able to let her drag me in towards the ever growing building, towering over our small forms.
We followed the various signs and made our way to a giant hall with what seemed like thousands of seats. We opted to grabbing some in the middle cause for once back row seats would be way too far away.
“So, you think we’ve got the coolest quirks in here or what?” Fumi nudged me, obviously trying to lighten my mood.
“Dunno if cool is the right word.” I mumble out, examining the room. There were so many people, like a sea of blank faces. If I’m lucky some of them will be classmates, if I’m not…
“Hey at least we know this place isn’t haunted.” Fumi looked around, while I was observing the people she seemed to be looking for more.
“Yeah? No ghosts for you to talk to?” I lean back, trying to relax even just a little.
“Well I never said that. Y’know some of them follow me around. Just saying there’s no new ones.” Fumi explained.
FUMI KIMURA! QUIRK:GHOST! SHE’S ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE LIVING AND DEAD! HOW CREEPY! NOT ONLY CAN SHE TALK TO THEM BUT SHE CAN TEMPORARILY MAKE THE GHOSTS CORPOREAL BEINGS! HOW WEIRD!
“Well guess it’s good no kid has died here.” I chuckle out before being cut off by the stage lights coming on as well as a loud booming voice.
“What’s up U.A candidates? Thanks for tunin’ in to me. Your school DJ! C’mon and lemme hear ya!” Pro hero Present Mic calls out, the room dead silent. Well until an enthusiastic voice shouts back.
“YEAH!” Everyone looks around for the source of the voice in the dimly lit room. Jesus, talk about embarrassing, don’t think I’d be able to come back to school here after that.
Due to his quirk he’s effortlessly able to project enough for the entire room to hear. “Keeping it mellow, except for that one party kid back there, huh? That’s fine, thanks random kid! I’ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is gonna go down, okay? Are you ready? Yeah!”
“He’s louder in person.” Fumi whispers to me. We both listen to his podcast, only occasionally though. Usually only during our shit talking sessions actually. He makes good background noise.
“Like your application said, today you rockin 'boys and girls will be out there conducting ten minute mock battles in super hip urban settings. Gird your loins, my friends. After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to your specified battle center, sound good? Okay?” I look down at the piece of paper that was handed to me as we entered the room, I glance over at Fumi’s.
“Looks like they’re splitting us up. Probably cause we’re from the same school and they don’t want us working together.” I mumble out. I see Fumi nod out of the corner of my eyes, as she goes back to staring at Present Mic.
“Okay, okay, let’s check out your targets. There are three types of faux villains in every battle center.” Mic flourished his hands up towards the screen behind him, showing silhouettes of the villains. “You’ll earn points based on their difficulty level, so choose wisely.” The screen started showing an 8-bit Mic walking through a ‘super hip urban city’ beating up the villain bots. “Your goal in this trial is too use your quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid-song guitar solo. But. check it!” He points back out towards the crowd, man he’s dramatic. “Make sure you’re keeping things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a UA no go, ya dig?” Before he has the chance to keep talking a student a few rows below us raises his hand and calls out,
“Excuse me, sir, but I have a question.” Mic dramatically points at the kid.
“Hit me!” Suddenly a giant spotlight beams down on him. Why the hell is there a spotlight in the stands?
“On the printout, you’ve listed four kinds of villains. Not three.” He stands from his seat and points at the printout we all got as well. With the lights on him he appears to be a tall boy with glasses and blueish black hair. “With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials, it is shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.” He flings his upper torso around and points a finger at some other kid, the light on his glasses making it hard to see his eyes. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair. You’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that. If you can’t bother to take this seriously, leave. You’re distracting the rest of us.” The boy scolds the ‘unkempt hair’ kid. Jesus, who put a stick up this guy's ass? Also how did he even hear some kid behind him muttering?
“Alright, alright.” Mic calls out, gathering the attention back to him. “Examinee number seven one one one.” How does he know the kids number off by heart?! “Thanks for calling in with your request. The fourth villain type is worth zero points. That guy’s just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way. There’s one in every battle center. Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It’s not that he can’t be beaten, but there’s kinda no point.” The screen behind is showing an 8-bit Mic running from the zero pointer. “I recommended my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the one’s toppin’ the charts.” The student does a deep bow and says,
“Thank you very much. Please continue.” He sits back down, the spotlight fading.
“That’s all I got for you today. I’ll sign off with a little present. A sample of our school motto! As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down. ‘A true hero is one who overcomes life’s misfortunes.’ Mm-hm. Now that’s a tasty sound bite. You ready to go beyond? Let's hear a plus ultra!” Once again the crowd remains silent but I swear I hear a kid behind me mutter out a plus ultra. “Good luck! Hope you practiced hitting more than just books.” The house lights came back up as everyone started to rise from their seats.
“Time to break some bots, huh?” I look over to Fumi who nods as she leads the way out.
“Feel bad for that kid that got scolded.” Fumi said, it was a bit hard to hear her soft voice over the crowd but I make do.
“Yeah, that kid with the glasses is a real jackass. Needs to dislodge the stick stuck in his ass.” I scoff, pushing through the kids loitering. “Guess we’ll see each other after the mock battle?”
“Mhm, good luck.” Fumi smiles softly as we make our way towards our respective groups to make our way to the battle centers.
After changing into more appropriate gym attire I go and stand with the rest of the group. Looking around there doesn’t seem to be too many people of note. I take a deep breath and shake my limbs, getting the nerves out.
“So, excited?” I hear a familiar sounding voice ask, I whip my head around to look at them. It’s a boy with a nervous smile, he had black hair with a white streak at the front, his eyes a light grey colour.
“Do I know you?” I question, not wanting to deal with new people. I’m here to pass and that’s it.
“Oh, uh no. Just trying to make friends.” He awkwardly chuckles. “Names Ryo Yoshida, I’m pretty nervous. How bout you?” I cock my head at the boy, raising a brow and glaring at him.
“You’re the kid that responded to Present Mic at the beginning.” I connect, figuring out how I knew his voice.
“Oh! Uh, yeah, haha.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. “So, you nervous?”
“No.” A lie but I don’t want my competition to know that.
“Oh, guess you have a cool quirk? Mine probably won’t even help me in this exam.” Yoshida mumble out the end.
“Why’re you here then?” I glance him up and down.
“To be a hero! My quirks kind of, evil? That’s not the right word… Uh, it’s not a nice one, so I wanna be a hero to put it to good use rather than bad!” Yoshida hurriedly tried to explain. Evil, huh? Doesn’t seem evil to me.
“Look, I'm not here for friends. I’m here to prove something, and from what you said, you are too Yoshida.” I mutter out as I walk away from Yoshida.
“Call me Ryo!!” He calls out, gathering some looks from people nearby.
I stand at the entrance, looking up at the giant gate. Deep breaths, you’re going to do great. Just remember why you’re doing this.
“Go!” Everyone looked up to see pro hero Midnight cracking her whip. We all looked around confused. “Countdowns don’t happen in the battlefields darlings!” Before she could even finish her sentence I’m off in a sprint, rushing to hopefully get an early lead, however judging from the noise behind me my lead isn’t that strong. I can hear the grinding of gears coming from all sides, I make a bolt for the right. It sounds like there’s more over here. I’m greeted with three 1 pointers, and a single 5 pointer, I dash low towards the 1 pointer. I reach my hand out and touch the ground the area around me turns a dull grey as I suck the life from it. I can feel the power flow through me as I punch the bot, destroying it.
EIKO! QUIRK:LIFE STEAL! WITH A SINGLE TOUCH SHE CAN ABSORB THE LIFE FROM THINGS AND TRANSFORM IT INTO ENERGY SHE CAN USE FOR HERSELF! SCARY!
I quickly dip back down to gather more energy, more power. The trees lining the street and the life in the ground crumble and die as I drain it. I rush forward faster than I was before and destroy the next two bots before bolting towards the one worth the most. It’s bigger but I’m able to jump high above it with my new found strength and land on top of it, crushing it.
“What the-” I turn to look at the person speaking, they looked at me with shock before backing up and running away. I sigh and shake my head as I reach down to get more energy. I wasn’t expecting this urban of an environment, my quirk isn’t working as well with this minimal amount of life. Lucky for me I’m able to grab what I can from the concrete due to my quirk expanding down towards the Earth. Still tricky though. Just means it’s a challenge.
I make my way through the city, killing bots as I go, racking up points. I’ve lost track, but I think I’ve done good, hopefully. As I run through the city I notice less and less bots, they really don’t last long with this many participants. I need to find more to secure my-
BOOM!
I snapped my head towards the loud sound, it’s quickly followed up by several more loud crashes and booms.
“Agh!” I hear a girl cry out in pain. I glance over, she’s on the rooftops. She has purple hair and weird earphone like appendages attached to the bottom of her ears. I’m guessing she might be able to use them for recon and the loud crashes were ten times worse. She’s covering her ears as the building around shake, including the one she’s on. She stumbles a bit but luckily catches her footing as a giant, and I mean giant robot comes into view. Is that the supposed hurdle? And we’re meant to ignore that, how?? I look around and everyone’s staring in shock, this is my time to get some more points while everyone’s distracted. I ran forward towards a 5 pointer that was left alone after the noise of the useless one. I jump up and grab the bot, getting a good grip on its head as I rip it off. The ground shakes again as everyone starts to scream and or run. They want to be heroes? Can’t even handle a robot.
Right as I’m about to head towards a cluster of bots I hear a more distressed scream, I instinctively look over and as I do I see the purple haired girl falling. She’ll die from that height… Time seems to slow as I feel my body move on its own, I pivot and take off towards her. I’m not fast enough. I touch the ground hoping to get the life from it but I can’t, the concrete is too dense. I’m not going to make it. People are running past me… Without thinking twice as I brush pass them I steal the smallest bit of life from them. If I take a minuscule amount from everyone it should be enough without it being considered sabotage, right? With every bit of energy I absorb I can feel myself running faster, and faster and faster until I’m able to jump and tackle the girl out of her free fall. I hold her tight and close as we tumble across the ground, I try and control the fall the best I can so I sustain most of the injuries.
We skid to a halt, her laying on top of me as I hold her. We stay still for a few seconds before she finally snaps out of it and pulls away.
“You just saved my life…” She stares at me in shock, I can feel my back starting to sting already.
“I’m not going to let anyone die, it’s not what heroes do.” I mutter out as I stare at her. Her eyes were a deep black, like staring into the abyss. “Are you hurt?” I sit up trying to look her over, however as I do I let out a wince. Yeah that’s gonna hurt like a bitch trying to heal.
“Am I hurt? You’re the one that took the impact of that fall.” She states, staring at me like I’m a mad man. She scoot around behind me and winces at the sight.
“Not pretty?” I jokingly ask as I slowly stand.
“No. Not at all.” She mumbles as she helps me up. “Let’s get you to the front, you need medical attention.” She starts to guide me out before I step away.
“No, I need more points. Sorry.” I mutter as I start to limp back out towards the cluster of bots.
“What? No, you need a nurse.” She firmly states as she tries to grab my arm, but I brush her off as I get back to the street. However just my luck, by the time I get back it seems the people who are as determined as me have already disabled or destroyed them.
“Dammit.” I mutter as I look around. Need more points. I need to make sure I get in.
“If you care about points so much why did you bother to save me?” The purple haired girl asked as she watches the giant robot get closer.
“Dunno bout you but a human life is more important than a couple of stupid ass points in my opinion.” I groan as I fall onto my hands and knees. The girl rushes to my side, she seems worried, I don’t know if she’s more worried for me or the ever approaching robot. As my hands rest on the ground a take a moment to breath and focus, the concretes denser here so I have to put some thought into what I want, picture my quirk reaching the soil underneath. As I do the skid mark on my back starts to feel better, it’s not healing it by any means, more so giving me the strength to ignore it. I let out a sigh as I stand back up, the girl following close behind. “C’mon, probably aren’t many points left.” I say as I look around and start to walk away from the giant bot.
“Wait, your back. You shouldn’t strain yourself.” She tries to stop me once again but it’s no use, I’m already focused on trying to find more bots.
“I’ll be fine.” I start, “My quirk’s made it bearable to deal with.”
“Your quirk? What is your quirk? Whatever it is makes your eyes glow. Kinda badass.” She questions me and before I can even think of an excuse to leave or to not tell her. an alarm blares over the city.
“Shit.” I groan out, followed closely by a sigh.
“Times up boys and girls!” Midnight calls out over some intercom system.
“Okay. Now you have to go see a nurse.” The purple haired girl smirked at me. I roll my eyes and head for the front. “Thank you by the way. For saving me. It was cool of you to do.” She jogs up to fall in line with me.
“No need to thank me. Really.” I rub my face, feeling the anxiety of having to wait for my results kicking in already.
“Yeah right. I’d be toast if it wasn’t for you. You for sure got in.”
“Don’t jinx it.”
“Haha, my bad. I’m Kyouka Jirou, hopefully we both get in. I gotta thank you properly somehow.” She twirls one of her ear appendages around her finger. Huh, kinda like a strand of hair.
“Uh, I’m Eiko.” I mumble out, suddenly feeling way more awkward. I reach up to try and readjust my hair so it’s covering half my scar.
“Eiko? No last name?” She questions, smiling at me.
“Nah. Too cool for one.”
“Like Madonna?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle a bit and shake my head, she follows suit as we both make our way to the front. As we get there almost all the students are gathered and Midnight is waiting.
“You two alright?” She asks as we walk out the gate.
“She’s got a pretty nasty scrap from saving me.” Jirou points at me as she guides me over towards the pro hero. I reluctantly let myself be dragged over as I stand before the R rated hero. Jirou gently turns me around to show her my back.
“Oh dear. I think recovery girl is at a different battle center dealing with some broken bones, will you be able to wait dear?” Midnight gently asks, her tone sounding more motherly then I would have expected.
“Uh, yeah. No problem.” I mutter out as I bow my head, trying to hide from the older woman.
“Alright, just stay over there.” Midnight pointed to a makeshift nurses station that had a few people getting minor cuts cleaned. I nod my head as I make my way over and sit, letting out a big sigh as I do. I don’t feel the pain in my back that intensely, my last absorption still working its course. I just hope I got enough points, I feel like I did, I destroyed a decent amount of those damn bots.
After an almost 20 minute wait the school nurse had come over to heal me up, all it took was a kiss which is weird. Didn't matter at that point, I was just exhausted and glad I could go. I was sleeping over at Fumi’s tonight. Thank god. I met her at the front of UA, her test was after mine, so I waited a good half an hour and I think it was safe to say the adrenaline had worn off by then. We both sluggishly made our way to hers where I recapped her on what happened at my test.
“The great Eiko has managed to save her first person.” Fumi teased as she nudged me.
“Shut up. What about you? How’d yours go?” I turn my head to look at her, she was laying down in bed while I was in the midst of getting ready to sleep.
“Mmm, nothing too cool. Met this cute girl though, she could make her hands big. Stole a 3 pointer from me and ran off.” Fumi summarised as she watched me brush my hair.
“You crushing?” I tease as I place my hair brush down and flop onto the bed next to her.
“No. She was cute is all.” Fumi shoved me as she snuggled into her pillows. “I’m so tired.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. Feel like I could sleep forever.” I mumble as I feel the comfort of the bed yank me into the deepest of sleeps.
Weeks went by as we waited, and waited, and waited for the results. The waiting is the worse part. That is until that fateful day I got a letter. I promised Fumi we’d open them together so with that I found myself sprinting towards her house.
I was out of breath and panting by the time I got there, frantically knocking.
“Fumi! Open up! I can’t wait any longer!” I shout out as I try and look through a window to see if she’s home. The door flies open as Fumi stands there, rubbing her eyes.
“Waiting for what?” Fumi croaks out, her hair a mess and her eyes bags worse than normal.
“Did you just wake up? Our letters!” I flail my letter in her face. “ They’re here!” She looks at me with wide eyes, frantically looking around for her letter before her eyes landed at my feet.
“You’re standing on mine! Get off!” Fumi uncharacteristically yelled, reaching for her letter and yanking it out from under me.
“Sorry. Sorry.” I laugh as she drags me inside towards her room. She slams the door as we sit, both letters in hand.
“Me first.” Fumi says, tearing her letter open.
“Hey!”
“Think of it as payback for standing on mine.” Fumi chuckles as she pulls out a device in it. She placed the thing on the ground and a projection appeared, it was All Might! The number one!
“Booya! I am here as a projection! You’re looking at UA’s newest faculty member. You passed the written test with flying colours! Although the practical exam was looking a bit dicey with only 29 combat points! Luckily for you that wasn’t the only component as there were rescue points! How could a hero course reject someone who is committed to saving others? We have a panel of judges watching to award heroic actions! Fumi Kimura, you got 31 rescue points! Just enough to pass the exam! You’re now part of the hero academia, welcome!” The projection faded as we watched in shock.
“Rescue points? I guess that makes sense. All I really did was pull people away from getting hurt by the zero point guy.” Fumi mumbles as she scans her letter.
“You got in!” I exclaim, pulling her in for a hug. She chuckles and pushes me off.
“Your turn!” She exclaims, watching expectantly. I take a deep breath and open the letter, I pull the device out and place it down, All Might coming to life.
“Booya! I am here as a projection! You’re looking at UA’s newest faculty member. You passed the written test with flying colours! You ended up with a whopping 32 combat points! Nice punching kid! However, how could a hero course reject someone who is committed to saving others? That's why we have rescue points! We have a panel of judges watching to award heroic actions! Eiko- there’s no last name? Oh, okay. Eiko, you got 45 rescue points! You passed with flying colours! You really went beyond, plus ultra! You’re now part of the hero academia, welcome!”
I passed. I passed! Fumi tackles me into a hug as we both laugh, letting out all our stress and worries. This is it. The beginning of my journey, the path to prove I can be a hero. It all starts now.
Think of this when it's like season 4 or season 5 and all of em are dating. Also, this is taken from their perspective so, enjoy!
OCHAKO URARAKA:
My mom made me mochi and brownies today, and of course, I brought some back to the dorms. I shared a few with my friends-because, well, I'm not a monster-but I made sure to save the best pieces for just me and Y/N. He's my boyfriend after all, and I am trying to be a good girlfriend!
Pulling out my phone, I quickly texted him.
Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I grinned to myself. 'He thinks I'm coming by later.. but nope. I'm already on my way.'
Evil? Maybe. Adorable? Absolutely.
Skipping up the stairs toward Y/N's room, I balanced the little lunchbox in my hands. With a big smile, I pushed open his door and exclaimed, "Surpri-!"
I froze.
He was changing.
Shirt halfway off, toned back in full display, and.. OH GOD.
My brain completely shorted out. "E-Eep!" I squeaked, immediately slamming the door shut like it was a cursed item.
My face burned as the image of his body looped in my head like a broken record. 'Holy crap, I was just trying to bring him dessert and now I need holy water. He looked-he looked like a GOD. CALM. DOWN. OCHAKO.'
Thirty painfully long seconds passed before the door creaked open again. Y/N stood there, now fully dressed in his casual clothes, looking entirely unbothered.
"I thought you said you'd come by later," he said with a soft laugh, scratching his cheek. Then he noticed the lunchbox in my hands. "Wait-is that for us?"
Snapping out of my spiraling embarrassment, I nodded rapidly, still red as a tomato. "Y-Yep! I brought mochi and brownies-thought we could share, hehe.."
He smiled warmly, stepping aside and pulling the door open wider. "Don't just stand there like you've seen a ghost. Come in."
And so I did-still flustered, but now with dessert and a very distracting memory burned into my brain.
KYOKA JIROU:
I got a new vinyl today, and there's only one person I want to listen to it with-Y/N. The problem? He's vanished. Like, completely. I've been looking everywhere for the past ten hours.
Okay, more like ten minutes. But still.
I spotted Mina and the girls lounging on the couch, eyes glued to a horror movie. Perfect distraction. Creeping up behind them, I smirked and yelled. "Boo!"
Everyone jumped.
"Jirou!" Ochako yelped, clutching her chest. "W-What was that for!?"
I let out a soft laugh, hands raised in mock surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Couldn't help it. Anyway, have any of you seen Y/N?"
Mina answered, "He just got back from training. He's probably in his room."
"Thanks," I nodded, giving her a quick wave before heading upstairs, clutching the vinyl sleeve to my chest like it was made of gold.
My boots echoed up the stairs as I approached his dorm. Without thinking, I pushed open the door.
"Yo, I got a new vin.. yl.." My voice trailed off.
There he was. Still damp from the shower, towel slung low around his hips, hair wet, steam clinging to his skin like he'd just walked out of a music video.
"Oh, uh-sorry. I should've knocked.." I mumbled, eyes darting away as I quickly closed the door.
The moment it clicked shut, I practically melted to the floor, crouching down and hiding my face behind the vinyl.
'Oh my god oh my god oh my god-he was basically naked! I wasn't ready for that!'
I sat there for what felt like hours, brain still buffering and cheeks on fire.
Eventually, the door opened again. Y/N stepped out, now fully dressed with a towel draped over his head, drying his hair. He looked just as flustered as me.
"I.. kinda forgot to lock the door," he admitted, chuckling awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.
I peeked up from behind the vinyl. "It's fine! I forgot to knock anyway, so.. yeah." I let out a laugh that was more nervous than I'd like to admit.
The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a guitar pick. I decided to break it.
"S-So.. I got this new vinyl, and I was wondering if.. you wanna listen to it? In my room?" My voice cracked at the end, and I cleared my throat.
He smiled, finally meeting my eyes. "Sure. I've got nothing else going on."
He stepped out, closing his door behind him as we started walking down the hallway.
"What album is it?" he asked, hands tucked into his pockets.
"Wolf. Old album, but gold," I replied, the corners of my mouth lifting into a small smile.
And just like that, awkwardness faded into something warm-and familiar.
MINA ASHIDO:
Currently, I'm chilling in Y/N's room, sprawled out like a starfish on his bed, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram Reels. Meanwhile, my boyfriend-Mr. Workout Warrior over there-was doing push-ups like his life depended on it.
It's been, like.. what? Ten minutes? Or maybe ten hours. Who knows.
"Y/N~" I groaned, rolling onto my stomach dramatically, 'I thought we were gonna cuddle~" I kicked my feet and gave him the best pout I could muster.
He let out a light chuckle, pausing mid-push-up before flopping onto the floor, totally spent. "I'm done, I'm done," he said breathlessly, sitting up and looking around. "Wait-where's my water?"
He scanned the room, then sighed in defeat. "I left my bottle in the lounge.."
He started getting up to go retrieve it, but I shot up and hopped off the bed, blocking his path with a big grin. "Uh-uh! No way. You stay here and clean up. I'll go get your bottle!"
"But-"
"No buts!" I cut in, placing a hand on my hip with a smirk. "The only butts you'll see later are mine, thank you very much." I gave him a wink. "Besides, I'm not about to let my exhausted, sweaty boyfriend go all the way downstairs when I can grab it for him."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, defeated. "Alright, alright. I'll go clean up.."
He grabbed his towel and disappeared into the bathroom while I trotted off to retrieve the bottle like a true MVP girlfriend.
Downstairs in the lounge, I spotted the familiar bottle near the couch.. surrounded by chaos.
"I'm telling you, that bottle is Aizawa's!" Iida exclaimed, arms flailing dramatically.
"No way! Look at it-it's black, it screams Tokoyami!" Denki shot back, clearly just as clueless.
The entire group was in a full-blown debate over a water bottle.
With a dramatic sigh, I stepped in and snatched it off the table. "It's Y/N's. He forgot it after training," I said, deadpan.
Silence. Just wide eyes and slack jaws. I walked away like a queen.
Back upstairs, I pushed open Y/N's door. "I got your bot-ttle.."
..And froze.
He was mid-change. In nothing but boxers. About to pull on his shirt.
Wet hair. Toned torso. Steam still lingering on his skin.
And I-bless my chaotic little heart-closed the door behind me instead of walking out.
With a grin, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo.
Click.
"Damn~ my boo's looking extra fine today," I teased, putting the phone away. "Is that all for me later? Hm? Such a bad boy~"
I started circling him like a shark, grinning the whole time.
He looked flustered. Adorably so. "Y-You're such a tease.. Can you, like, look away for a second?" he mumbled, clearly struggling to focus.
I giggled, spinning around dramatically. "Okay, okay~ whatever you say, pretty boy."
I heard the rustling behind me as he quickly dressed-and then, suddenly- I was lifted off the floor.
"Wha-?!"
He floated me across the room with his psychokinesis and dropped me gently onto the bed before climbing on top of me, straddling my waist.
"E-Eh!? I was just joking!" I squeaked, wide-eyed.
He blinked down at me, completely innocent. "Hm? I'm just cuddling you. You don't want that?"
My face flushed. "N-No! I do, I do-I just thought.. y'know.. something else.." I trailed off, suddenly the one getting teased.
He smirked, flicking my forehead gently. "Perv."
Then he flopped beside me, pulling me into a warm side-hug cuddle. And just like that, my heart melted.
TORU HAGAKURE:
I had the perfect plan-sneak into Y/N's room and scare him while invisible. Classic! Sure, I'd have to strip down completely, but hey, commitment is key to a good prank, right? Muehehe..
Unfortunately, the girls weren't exactly on board.
"That's such a bad idea," they all said in unison, staring at me like I'd grown a second head.
"Aw, c'mon! Everyone needs a little scare every now and then!" I pouted dramatically.
"Toru, he has spatial awareness. He'll sense you before you even breathe near him," Ochako pointed out, arms crossed.
"He's also Y/N. He'll know it's you the second you giggle or trip over his dumb floor lamp," Jirou added flatly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"But I'm the only one who is invisible! It's the perfect plan!" I insisted, throwing my arms up-not that they could see them, anyway.
They all exchanged tired glances.
"You know what? Go for it," Jirou finally sighed. "But if you get caught or sent flying, don't come running to us. We warned you."
By the time she finished that sentence, I was already gone.
Zooming up the stairs, I quietly cracked open Y/N's door and slipped inside, barely able to contain my giggles.
'This is it. The scare of the century-'
But the moment I looked up, I froze.
There he was.. changing. His shirt was halfway on, revealing toned muscles and just-whoa. My invisibility didn't hide the muffled scream that escaped me.
He instantly tensed. "..I can feel you," he said sharply, scanning the room. But after a pause, his voice softened. "Toru?"
Busted.
"A-Ah.. I'm sorry.." I squeaked, mortified.
Y/N sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You must be freezing. Stay there."
He moved to his closet and pulled out a set of spare clothes-an oversized hoodie and some sweatpants. He held them out in front of him, careful to look away.
"It's baggy, but better than you walking around like this. I.. don't want you getting sick."
Despite everything-the prank, the embarrassment-his kindness made my heart flutter.
"..Thanks," I whispered, gently taking the clothes from his hands.
Even if the prank failed, somehow... this turned out sweeter than I expected.
MOMO YAOYOROZU:
Ugh.. I've been staring at this formula for hours, and I still can't figure it out. It's frustrating, to say the least. I've solved harder equations than this before, but for some reason, this one just refuses to make sense.
If I don't get this right, I might lose a mark on the upcoming exam-and that's unacceptable. I won't let that happen.
Wait.. Y/N is quite skilled at this subject, isn't he? Of course! I'll ask for his help. He's always been generous with his time.
Grabbing my notebook and holding it tightly to my chest, I stood up from my desk and walked briskly out of my dorm room.
"If Hawks has two 'ah's, how does the Skibidi outrun the pizza?" I muttered, still mentally repeating the riddle-like phrasing of the question. Honestly, the phrasing might be part of why I'm struggling.
Without thinking, I turned the knob to Y/N's room and stepped in.
"Y/N, may I ask how to-?"
I froze.
He was.. changing.
His shirt was halfway off, torso bare, and the way the light framed his physique-'no, no, Momo, stop staring!'
I blinked twice before quickly averting my eyes, flustered. "My deepest apologies! I should have knocked!" I bowed swiftly, then stepped out and gently closed the door behind me, face flushed.
Now standing in the hallway, I did my best to focus on the formula again.. but I couldn't help it. 'The way he looked-his posture, that physique-it was practically model-like.'
'Compose yourself, Momo! You're here for academic purposes! Focus on the problem, not.. his body.'
A few seconds later, the door creaked open. Y/N stood there, now fully dressed, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.
"Sorry about that," he chuckled. "I forgot to lock the door-totally on me." Then, his expression softened. "Did you need something?"
I cleared my throat and tried to maintain my composure. "Yes, I.. I was hoping you could help me with this equation. May I come in?"
He nodded and opened the door wider. "Of course. I was actually struggling with the same thing. Maybe we can figure it out together?"
Relieved-and slightly more composed-I smiled. "I'd like that very much."
TSUYU ASUI:
Ribbit.
Saturdays are supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. A good time to clean your room, feed the goldfish, maybe finish that one book you keep saying you'll get back to.
But instead of doing any of that, I found myself sitting cross-legged in the common room with a canvas tote bag on my lap, filled halfway with coupons, a grocery list, and a shared budget spreadsheet Y/N made last night.
It's our turn to restock the dorm essentials. Basic stuff-rice, snacks, ramen, laundry detergent. A few drinks. I even added some snacks for myself when no one was looking.
Y/N said he'd meet me here at 10.
It's 10:05.
I glanced at the time again.
Okay. I know it's not that late, but I'm not really the waiting type. Especially when it comes to places like convenience stores. The later we go, the more crowded it gets, and the less I want to stand in a line sandwiched between an old lady yelling on her phone and someone who's definitely skipping deodorant.
After a few more moments of patience-and chewing on the string of my hoodie-I stood up with a quiet sigh. "I'm just gonna go get him myself," I mumbled, slinging the bag over my shoulder.
The walk to his room didn't take long. He's only a few doors down, and I've been here enough times that I could find it blindfolded. I reached for the doorknob and turned it without knocking.
"Y/N, the store's going to get crowded if we don't-"
I stopped mid-sentence.
There he was. Shirtless. Mid-change. Pants halfway up his legs, standing like a deer caught in headlights.
I blinked once.
Then closed the door without a word.
I wasn't flustered. Not really. I've seen his body before. He's helped me with my heat cycles before, when it gets really bad. I know his body like I know my own: well enough not to make it weird.
Still, maybe I should've knocked.
A few seconds later, the door opened again. Y/N stepped out, fully clothed now, towel still hanging around his neck and hair a little tousled like he just got up. He looked at me sheepishly, scratching his back.
"Sorry, I overslept," he said with a chuckle. "Did you get the money I sent?"
I nodded. "Yep. Everything's in the budget sheet. We should get going before the register line becomes a nightmare."
He nodded back. "Lead the way."
And just like that, we walked off together. No drama. No fluster. Just quiet steps and shared silence.
| Tags: Jirou x reader, fem!reader, fluff, angst???, gay.
|A/n: a little one shot for yall!!! also I haven't written JACK!!! but I have some stuff cooking in my pocket!
You and Jirou have been dating for 2 months. Nobody knows this, of course, it's been a secret! Because if anybody knew, it would be an uproar of "omg I didn't know you guys were a thing!" or "you're gay?" so you two have been on the DL.
That is until yesterday when class 1A had a sleepover in the common room to celebrate the test scores that were posted.
"Hey guys! c'mon! we're playing truth or dare!" Mina calls out to you and Jirou, nobody knows that you two were in her dorm together. You both sit next to each other in between Sero and Izuku.
"Ok, since you two were last, Jirou, truth or dare." Denki asks jirou, one eyebrow raised. "truth." Jirou states, fidgeting with her shirt.
"ok, who do you have a crush on?" Denki asks, mina gasps, your cheeks tint a light pink. "Dont you think that's a little bit invasive, Denki?" You spit out at him. You look over at jirou, she looks back at you. "uhh...nobody...I don't have a crush right now." She says under her breath, glancing at you in a "sorry" kind of way.
About an hour later, mina declares a cooking challenge, Denki automatically grabs jirou to be her partner, you brush it off and become partners with mina.
It's chaos around the dorm kitchen, flower, milk, and sugar everywhere. At the other side of the kitchen, Denki tells jirou to start a timer for 15 minutes, she opens her phone and Denki yells "WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR LOCKSCREEN?" everyone stops, you know what the lock screen picture is as well, as you use jirous phone from time to time, it was a picture of you with lipstick marks all over your face, jirous lipstick marks. Shit. Now everyone knows.
"ITS NOTHING. MIND YOUR BUSINESS KAMINARI!" jirou yells at hime before storming out. you run after her "jirou, wait!" "what was on the lock screen, Denki?" kirishima asks. "it was y/n with kisses all over her face...I think they're dating."
"Jirou, wait, please!" you run after her, catching up with her, her grab her arm. "one, its raining out here, you'll catch a could and-" you get interrupted "Im sorry! I'm sorry that I was so stupid to leave the picture up on my phone and now everything is ruined and-" you hug her tightly, shushing her. "Listen, I don't care about that anymore, ok? I care about you, I care about us. We shouldn't have to keep it a secret, and I don't care who knows anymore, ok? lets go back inside, okay?" she nods, smiling against you, happy and calm, not worrying about who knows.
could you possibly do jiro headcannons? SFW and NSFW
she's such an awkward girlfriend, she's embarrassed easily and flustered by little things
but she always tries to appear cool and casual, as if you even holding her hand isn't making her heart beat out of her chest
she always tries to find ways you make you equally flustered, so if you're not embarrassed easily expect her to be angrily pouting at you after her failed attempts
even after years of dating, while she has calmed down a lot, a random kiss or compliment still makes her blush
she isn't the most openly affectionate person, but she tries to find ways to show you she cares
no matter what she always has your back, even if she can't find the words she's supporting you
she loves posting you on social media honestly, she loves having the Rockstar gf vibe and she can't be a gf without you
she definitely writes music about you and for you all the time. she isn't always willing to show you, but she has a notebook full of random lyrics and whole songs all inspired by you
she would probably only show you them on a special day, like your birthday or anniversary. she summons all her courage to sing one of them to you
she would totally put you on one of her album covers once she's like fully confident she's gonna marry you one day
she's kind of bad at initiating physical affection, so you'll usually need to take the lead for that.
she kind of likes if you have a more dominant personality, she likes being able to turn her brain off and trust you with her wellbeing
at first she was a little self conscious about her ear jacks, like even if you find her pretty what If you secretly wish she looked 'normal'. she never tells you this though
she's pretty crafty in other ways too, she probably really enjoys making jewelery or customizing her own clothes - so she does for you too
it's fun seeing her come out of her shell more as you are together longer. like no, she isn't shy necessarily, but she's never been the most open person either. so when you get to the day where she's singing in the car with you, she's kissing you unprompted, she's expressing her feelings comfortably, you think it's insane how far she's come
she likes dates where the two of you can be alone. like stargazing, picnics, drive in movies, just more personal things
she's not big on pet names, she only really calls you by your name and is fine with you using her name. she isn't overly opposed to you saying them as long as it's nothing to cringey
if the two of you ever shared a cute moment where a nickname could sprout from, that would be different though. then she's okay with it
nsfw
she is definitely on the submissive leaning side, she much prefers to let you take control
she isn't overly kinky either, but she probably likes occasional slight bondage like handcuffs
she isn't a masochist, but it does turn her on when you're especially dominant with her
she would want to experiment with some other kinks, nothing too out there, but like slight impact play or choking, she'd wanna try
she's kind of loud during sex but she sounds so pretty. she's nervous to actually say anything, never wants to dirty talk, but she's moaning non stop
she's turned on kinda easily too, just a rougher than usual kiss or a slight grope to her tit's and she's already getting a little wet
she doesnt know how to initiate sex at all. she could be dripping wet feeling like she'd die if she didn't get fucked, and her 'hints' will still be attempting to send you telepathic messages
she is a horny drunk, and this is the only time she is every dominant and outwardly horny
aftercare is super important for her, she loves to cuddle and watch TV or something on one of your phones and just feel close
