Quirkless, Not Powerless

Class Rep

Hey guys, Issac (not Kami lmao) here. Welcome to the wonderful school U.A! Our students each have unique quirks of their own and personalities. We teachers hope that you enjoy reading their story as much as we enjoyed writing it. And now! Without further or do, this is the story of a quirkless girl just trying to be a hero. Enjoy!

Also, this is a repost from DeviantArt so if you want to see more about it and actually vote on poll we upload, go there. It's on my profile not Kami's so please check it out :)

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The black haired girl made her way to Recovery Girl's office and knocked on the door. Once she was granted access, she sat in the chair the pro hero pointed her to. Yume had a upset and defeated expression painted across her face.

Holding out her finger to show Recovery Girl, she asked the clear distressed Yume a question, "Why the long face? Cheer up deary." She puckers her lips and kisses Niseko's injured finger, healing it instantly. She stands from the chair and flexes her finger.

She gives her higher up a smile, "Thank you very much, Recovery Girl. This helped a lot." The elder lady nods and sends Niseko off after wrapping up the now healed finger.

"That Akira kid is strong... why did he have to break my finger though?" She lets out a sigh, continuing back to her homeroom class. Thinking about the note that Tempus gave her, she then realizes what he wants to talk about. It couldn't be. Did he seriously figure out that she's quirkless? He couldn't have. Nothing that she did during that test could've given it away. Or maybe... it was the lack of doing anything.

Yume gulps and steps into the classroom. When she closes the door, she noticed her teacher sitting in Kopaka Hikaru's chair, his feet up on the desk, a lollipop sticking out of his mouth. He hears the door close and continues to do what he was doing, now just looking at his student, "I wanted to talk to you about that quirk of yours." Niseko's stomach drops. He knows, "You don't really have one, no adrenaline rush from a cut or anything. Fam, I saw blood come from your finger and you did bull afterwards. So yeah, I know you're quirkless."

She takes a second to collect her thoughts and form a sentence, "S-Sir I think you're mistake-"

Tempus waves her off, "No, I'm not. I don't really care if you're Quirkless or not, since that's not what determines whether or not you join my class. However, lying to everyone without executing properly can cause people to overestimate you. That's a problem."

Niseko nods her head. "I understand..."

Tempus sighs before looking at Niseko. "Look, I know it must be hard to grow up in a land of both freaks and superheroes without a superpower yourself. I dunno how you feel, but this doesn't change anything. I'm not going to let you into my class just because you're different from everyone else. You still have to prove yourself worthy to be in this school. Also, your attempt at acting like a villain, was subpar, but passable. Go off, don't forget I'm watching your progress especially, very closely. But don't think you're going to get any special treatment."

"B-But I'm not-" Yume tries to speak.

Her blonde haired teacher quiets her, "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. I told Akira that earlier, I shouldn't have to tell you too. Now, you have to impress me if you want to move on to your second year, got it?" He was completely serious.

Niseko pulls a strand of her hair back, "A-Alright. How did you figure it out though?"

Tempus groans, "I told you, you weren't using your blood adrenaline quirk lie crap. I wanted to see what you would do against those who have quirks," he swings his feet off the desk and wipes some dirt off of it, "Work hard out there and I won't pull an Aizawa and expel you. But now I gotta deal with the school's shit because one Kokoroko Rey left the school. Now I gotta go through paperwork and annoying crap, lucky me..." He rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets. "They leave the fucking first time teacher with paperwork.