𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | 𝙗.𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞

𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

If you had told Kou 3 years ago that she'd be going to U.A High School, training to become a hero among some of the strongest quirks in her generation, she'd probably laugh straight in your face. Hell, people were still laughing at her and she's been at this school for 3 months already.

No formal training, no virtuous background, no strong quirk- nothing from her past that would indicate in the slightest she'd ever become a hero. She didn't blame the skeptical looks she'd gotten from her middle school friends, her teachers; and especially her fellow classmates in class 1-B.

Kou didn't look like a hero. She didn't talk like a hero, and she definitely didn't act like one. If you asked someone for their opinion, they'd tell you Shinobu Kou was a crude, temperamental girl with a bad habit of being late and getting into fights.

It wasn't her fault! Even if she tried, Kou had a hard time fitting in with these "goodie two-shoes" heroes. If there was one thing she hated, it was people who thought the world owed them something. And it seemed like this school was crawling with those bastards; everyone here was up each other's asses constantly, yapping about how they'd become the new number one hero and how noble it all was. It made her sick.

Not to mention the fact that after school she had to commute an hour back to her shitty cramped apartment, avoid her parents like the plague, then commute another 30 minutes to get to her shitty job as a waitress; and only after she'd been worked to the bone could she go back home and work on her shitty homework through the night. Wash, rinse, and repeat that a couple dozen times and see how nice you'd be to your classmates.

Obviously, Kou was having a hard time adjusting. And that's what pissed her off the most. She'd spent the last two years training and working; she'd quite literally shed blood, sweat, and tears in her fight to get into this school. It wasn't easy, especially coming from a family that hated heroes, a city that seemed to breed villains and thugs, and a quirk that was more or less only good for pickpocketing strangers. It was a goddamn miracle she'd even made it this far, and she'd be damned if she'd be defeated by a little bit of teen angst and a whole lot of exhaustion.

Becoming a hero...getting stronger....making a name for herself.... Kou wanted all of it. She'd rather die than end up like her family; she needed to get out of that house and do something with her life that she'd be proud of. That's why she was here. She needed to prove to herself- no, everyone- that Shinobu Kou was not a loser. And what better way to do that than become a hero, the pinnacle of strength and victory in this society?

"Hey Shinobu!"

The girl in question cracked a single eye open, slightly pissed off she'd been woken from her nap during the short break they had between classes. "What is it, Itsuka?"

Itsuka Kendo was one of the few people Kou could tolerate in this class. That is, if you ignored the blond haired nightmare of a best friend Kendo had. Her and Tetsutetsu were the closest thing she had to "friends" in 1-B, and that's why she didn't murder the girl when she woke her up from a nap.

"Let's go check out 1-A! The sports festival is soon and we wanna scope out the competition!" the redhead replied, already dragging a groggy Kou out the class and towards their sworn enemies.

Fun fact: Kou was actually supposed to be in 1-A. Well, not really. But she was definitely MAYBE supposed to be in class 1-A. She'd just been a bit late for the exams, and screwed up on the written portion, and she may have also gotten into a physical altercation with a certain grape-headed pervert because what else was she supposed to do? Kou had scored 66 points, and 5 rescue points-one of the highest amongst the applicants-but because of everything she'd done wrong she got demoted to 1-B.

Not that she cared. A or B, she was becoming a hero. A stupid title wouldn't stop her. Though it did kind of piss her off that she'd been stripped of her seat just because of a few inconsequential things.