Fingertips tap lightly at the computer- not heavy enough to enter a letter, but simply in thought.'Hey guys. I just wanted to let you know not to worry about me. I've gone after him. Before he can come here. I know, I should have waited or whatever for the police to deal with it. But this is my responsibility. My fault, my burden to bear. But that's okay. I'm okay. I'm going to end this now. I don't know how, but I will. I'm not going to let him hurt anyone anymore. He wants to find me, so I'm coming to him when he least expects it. Don't worry, okay?
I do hope I see you all soon.
-L/N Y/N.'
I think that says everything I needed to say, simply.
I hit print on the office computer, listening to the whirrs as it chugs away at my pages. I check my watch; 4:03pm, even with the sun down already. Plenty of time still. My train leaves at 8. I shove the papers into my bag before leaving.
Plenty of time to say the rest of my potential goodbyes. Katsuki and Hizashi were already checked off the list, so that was done at least.
Shouta... was not a goodbye I wanted to make. I was sure I'd make it out alive. Sure.
Climbing up the fire escape, loud metal clangs sound beneath my feet. On approach, the sound of a Nintendo DS gets louder and louder- Mariokart?
"Hey, Shinsou!" He looks up and beams, clad in a black hoodie and ripped jeans.
"Hey. Not training today?" He closes the DS shut, beckoning me to sit.
"Nah. Taking a day off today." I pull out a cigarette, making a gesture as if I were asking permission to light it. He nods in affirmation.
"You know, Shinsou, you've been making amazing progress." His smile disappears, listening with intent.
"Seriously good. I can't wait to see you get into the hero course. Those kids aren't gonna see what's coming." He lets a little air out his nose in a half-laugh.
"Any words of advice?" I ponder for a moment, taking a drag.
"Make friends. You'll all need to support each other through everything you face. And pay attention in English." I smile towards the end.
"Hah. Fine. What if I don't want to make friends?"
"You'll need to. Trust me. Even if you think everyone's against you, they're not. Make friends." I lightly shove him with my elbow, and put out my cigarette.
"Like with Bakugou?" I laugh at his seriousness.
"If you can deal with his temperament, sure." My watch beeps from my wrist.
"Ah, shit. Gotta go. I'll catch you later, Hitoshi." I smile, giving him one last look before I climb back down. He looks a little surprised at the use of his name.
"...Bye, Y/N."
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My boots constrict against my lower calves as I tightened them up, pulling the laces into a neat bow and tucking them in. Rifling through the cupboard, I take out black cargo pants, a plain black t-shirt, and a black zip-up jacket with a hood. The fabric feels soft going over my skin, freshly dried off from the shower. My hair gets pulled into a half-up half-down style, with my bangs and some loose bits falling out. My eyes have bags that could rival Louis Vuitton's- but sleep deprivation sure as hell wasn't gonna stop me now.
I yank my go-bag out of the closet- black as the rest of my outfit. I have a quick look through; knives, yoyos, clothes, money, everything I need. Slinging it over my shoulder, I admired myself in the mirror.
"Hm..." I wonder out loud. Plastic zippers, plastic buttons and clasps, and-
"Oh." I rifle through my drawers, finding what I need.
"Bingo." I gingerly pick up a pair of plastic-framed glasses- from when I was a teenager. Probably a better choice than the metal ones I have now. I take a watch screwdriver and remove the screws, opting to use cotton string to tie them together.
"Eh... It'll have to do." One of the lenses is cracked- a product of a punch to the face probably. Trying to avoid the cracks, my thumbs push the lens out. Not the best look in the world.
I quickly take the pages of my letter in my bag, and fold it up, placing it carefully onto my bed.
"Hey, L/N!" Sero calls from the sofa as I step out of the elevator.
"Hey man!" I called back. Seems everyone was engrossed in Super Smash Bros. Pretty much half the class was down here, hurling profanities at each other as they played. It was actually kinda sweet- everyone just having a good time together, getting along. Even Katuski and Midoriya somewhat tolerating each other.
"Wanna get a round in?" He asks, waving a controller.
"Nah, can't tonight, got some snack shopping to do." Luckily most of them hadn't noticed me yet, as they were too engrossed.
"Ooh! Can you grab us Doritos?" He asked me enthusiastically. And thus, a light bulb went off in my head.
"Uh... yeah, sure. I don't know how long I'll be though since I don't know what shops are open this late. Tell you what, if you get sick of waiting, there's a pack of Doritos next to the bed in my room, or maybe on the bed. Send Bakugou up though, don't want you lot stealing my shit." I give him a smirk as I toss him my keycard.
"Oh, thanks, dude!" He catches it, pocketing it.
"No worries."
I have one last look at the crowd- happy faces, all chatting, or filled with unbridled rage directed at the screen.
They're all happy.
I stepped through the doors leading out, not daring to look back.
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The streetlamps provide an amber glow to the surroundings of the train station, illuminating the platform. I take a quick look around to see if anyone's watching, before bumping the barriers. Shouldn't pay if I don't have to.
The train doors whirr open, as dejected commuters carefully step off, briefcases in hand. I politely try to shuffle through, hood pulled up. I feel a pull on my body as the train begins moving; I stare outside, head leaning on the window, taking in the sights of shop lights and multicoloured skyscrapers.
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Meanwhile...
Powerloader and Hatsume Mei were trying their best to pack up for the night- washing their hands of grease, and of course, putting away applications and paperwork.
"...Hatsume?" Powerloader examines a set of papers in his hands.
"Yeah?" She responds, putting various tools back into their rightful homes.
"Why did you sign out the knife sharpener? You're supposed to tell me before you do that so I can read the student's application over." He rifles through the stack of papers, trying to find the correct one.
"Oh, she wanted to surprise her teachers with a new skill." He sighs.
"Okay, well now you know you need to tell me when- holy shit!" They turn to look at each other.
"Sorry. Excuse my French. But she requested enough knives to take out an army! An army of bears. Bears on cocaine, Hatsume." She laughs awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
"Ah... okay, we need to let her homeroom teacher know..." He scans the paper.
"L/N Y/N, Class 1A- Oh, the quirkless girl." Hatsume rolls her eyes, wondering if that is seriously the only thing he can remember about her, with her back turned towards him, as she gathers her stuff.
"I'm going to drop Aizawa a text, he'd appreciate knowing what's going on."
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A/N
Exciting things happening. Thank you for all the love!
2/6/23- Ive been seriously busy with my end of year exams, promise ill have the next chapter out June 12th!
Its already written, just trying to get ahead of it.
Regards,Wyatt!

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The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)
RomanceY/N is a Quirkless delinquent hell-bent on becoming a hero, and changing the way society sees Quirkless people; re-writing the very rules and imagery that a "hero" is meant to have, and proving those assholes wrong. Moving to Japan from England was...