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✰ Y/n is a beautiful, mysterious, and cold girl, who has successfully escaped Russia's top villain league. With her amazing power, her saviors, admitted her into UA, conditioning her against villainry into hero...
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𝟎𝟐 .around the fur 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 bnha (𝟏𝟖+)
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As you approached the grand gates of UA High, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Towers of marble and steel rose proudly against the vibrant cerulean sky, casting long shadows over the manicured gardens. The grand entrance, adorned with intricate carvings, welcomed aspiring heroes into a realm of limitless possibilities. UA High stood as a bastion of heroism, a sanctuary of dreams.
You couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and reluctant curiosity. Your heavy music pouring into your ears through your earphones provided a comforting shield against the unfamiliar surroundings. The haunting melodies resonated with your rebellious spirit, intertwining with the beat of your racing heart.
Dressed in the new UA uniform, passersby couldn't deny the allure it brought to your figure. The sleek grey fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, adding a touch of mystery to your appearance. The contrast of your h/c-hair against the pristine white collar exuded an enigmatic charm that made heads turn as you walked past.
Your h/c tresses cascaded like a midnight waterfall, framing a stoic s/c visage adorned with obsidian-lined e/c eyes that held an enigmatic allure. Lips, a shade of deep l/c, hinted at secrets untold. You danced effortlessly between darkness and beauty, an ethereal embodiment of gothic enchantment.
Your eyes, blackened with makeup, traced the halls, of your new beginnings. Entering the building, you couldn't escape the weight of your past. It clung to you like an invisible shroud, reminding you of the darkness you were once a part of. The hallway, filled with vibrant young heroes-in-training, felt alien to you. The aura of innocence and determination permeated the air, contrasting sharply with your own complicated journey.
You found yourself under the watchful eyes of the esteemed pro heroes of UA, whose gazes bore into your very soul. Their presence was nothing less than intimidating. You tried to ignore the feining hatred towards heroes like you were raised to despise. They were the guardians of justice, the beacons of hope, and you, you were just a wayward soul searching for redemption. They all knew who you were and they all expected a change of you.
As you pulled open the door, taking a careful step inside the classroom, the sounds of whispers and hushed conversations surrounded you, blending into a symphony of uncertainty. Eyes glanced in your direction, their gazes filled with curiosity. Gasps echoed throughout the four-walled room. Yet, your focus remained unyielding, fixed on the inner turmoil battling within your heart. You kept your headphones on, ready to find the nearest open desk and just take a seat.
