Once they got to the library, the four students found themselves an empty study room and occupied it. The study rooms were exclusive spaces designed for students to hold group discussions, complete with see-through sliding doors, sound proof walls, a white-board, and a large, wooden round table in the middle with six revolving chairs surrounding it.

For a state of the art school, UA had outdone itself with their library facilities.

(Y/n) grabbed the back of one of the chairs and turned it around to take a seat. She spun herself to face the table and placed her exercise books on it. Midoriya took the seat to her left, Shouto to her right and Uraraka chose the seat next to Midoriya.

(Y/n) opened up the books and took out the report papers and the blue pen she had stuffed in between them. While she was organizing her papers to begin her work, she spotted a large dictionary at the middle of the table and momentarily paused whatever she was doing to lean over to grab it.

"Hey check it out, guys," she said as she pulled the book closer to her. She studied its cover and smiled. "Someone left an English dictionary here."

She opened it to a random page and scanned through the foreign words. The rustling of papers and rapid turning of pages were the only sounds audible in the room while she tried to find a word she recognized.

"Oh," her eyes lit up and tapped on a word with her fingertip. "Here's a word."

The others looked up from their work to listen to her.

"Sibring," she read aloud, her thick Japanese accent mixing in with the English pronunciation.

"Ooh~" Uraraka intoned, leaning in. "What is that?"

"It's a person you'd give a kidney to in a heartbeat but at the same time, you wouldn't hesitate to smack the Jesus out them for breathing in your direction," (Y/n) held up a palm. "Like, there's no in between."

"I have three of those," Shouto confessed.

She turned to him with a grimace. "I have one."

He cocked his head to the side. "How old?"

"Seven. Brother," she gave a lopsided grin. "Or what I'd like to call the most annoying person to roam this miserable planet."

"You have people like that?"

"Yeah," she turned to Midoriya with a short chuckle. "They're called siblings."

"Welcome to our world, only children," Shouto said.

"Ahh," Uraraka sighed wistfully and rested her cheek on her palm. "I wish I had siblings. It must be fun to have other people around the house to talk to."

Shouto and (Y/n) shared a brief look of understanding.

"Ha ha, right," (Y/n) muttered bitterly while closing the dictionary. "...fun."

"I-It can't be that bad," when the two kept quiet, Midoriya shot them a nervous look. "C-Can it?"

(Y/n) scoffed and pushed the dictionary back to its original spot. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that and start on my report."

***

One hour had passed and the teenagers had been silently working on their reports with the occasional discussion taking place every ten minutes or so.

(Y/n) tapped the end of her pen against her lips while she stared down at her work.

Should I add that Katsuki tried to drown me or would that be overkill? She pondered. Gosh how many paragraphs have I written? She flipped back the pages and scowled. Ugh. Two and half pages? If only I had listened during the lessons after lunch. Maybe I would've had more content.

Sighing, she propped her cheek on her fist and twirled her blue pen around and turned it into a black pen. She repeated the action a couple of times before she began sensing a pair of eyes boring hard into her. She turned to them to hold their blatant stare and frowned back.

"Is...something wrong?" she asked.

Her question caught the attention of the other two and they stopped writing to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Eh?" a small blush appeared on Midoriya's cheeks over being caught. "Uh, erm," he trained his anxious gaze on a spot on the wall, his confidence diminishing under the three pairs of eyes on him. "N-no. I-I was just thinking about, um, something."

She raised her head from her fist. "Which is?"

"Your, uh, Quirk," he admitted, finally meeting her eyes. "It's really fascinating to see it in person," he touched his index fingers together. "I-I mean, like the fact that you can turn random objects into, um, a-anything."

Scoffing a short laugh, she placed her pen down and rested her chin on her hands. "It doesn't exactly work that way, Izuku."

"It doesn't?" Uraraka wondered out loud, a finger held up to her chin. "I thought it did."

(Y/n) shook her head.

"It only seems that way at first glance but if you really pay attention, you'll see that it doesn't. Call it a con of sorts but I can't turn anything into well," she shrugged with a smile, "anything. That only works with my body. When it comes to objects, my Quirk is more like redefining their properties, altering their physical features, reshaping and reconstructing them...you know. But only with non-living things."

"Oh..." Uraraka slowly nodded.

Grabbing the notebook he had carried along with him, Midoriya hastily opened it and flipped a couple of pages before jotting down the newly acquired information. (Y/n)'s head slightly tilted while she fondly watched him write as he mumbled.

"(Y/n)," Shouto's deep voice tore her out of her daze and she turned to him, "So, that means that you're able to customize things?"

"Hm..." she said, straightening up, "more or less."

Confusion crossed Uraraka's face and she sighed. She took an unwritten paper from under the stacks of her written ones and held it up. "Okay, see this paper?" she transformed it into a small twig. "I can turn it into a stick but I can't turn it into a handkerchief," she turned the twig back into a paper and placed it back on the table. She then pointed at her tie. "It's the same way how I can turn my tie into a scarf but I can't turn it into a paper."

"So whatever you're customizing has to be an indirect or direct product of what you're touching?" Midoriya supplied. He pointed at her with the end of his pen. "Simply put, the object that you transformed has to be made up of or can be made from the material it was transformed from. Paper is made from trees and scarves are made from thread."

"You got that right," (Y/n) agreed.

Midoriya nodded with a silent 'ooh' before adding more points into his notebook.

"You know," Uraraka began, "when we first started school, I thought your Quirk was similar to Yaoyorozu's in a way."

"I get that a lot," (Y/n) smiled. "But unlike me, she has to transform the molecular structure of her fat cells into stuff and she also needs to understand the molecular structure of what they're made of. I don't have to get that deep into Chemistry."

"Quick question," Shouto asked the girl.

"Shoot."

"If what you say is true," he tapped a finger on his report papers, "does it mean that you can turn this paper into money?"

"Yeah, I can."

To prove it, she picked up the clean paper again and turned it into a thousand yen note. The two boys' eyes widened. Uraraka let out a loud gasp, her eyes twinkling with amazement as she gawked at the money.

"W-Wait a minute!" setting her palms down flat on the table, she leaned over. "That practically means that you can be a millionaire overnight! Do you know how cool that is?!"

(Y/n) simpered.

"Just as I said, it doesn't work that way," she looked at the note in her hand and swayed it. "First of all, the new form isn't permanent. If I deactivate my Quirk or the object is out of my grasp for more than five minutes, it will turn back into its original form. So after a while, the money will revert into paper, thus making it useless."

Drinking in the awed faces of her companions, she let go of the note and after deactivating her Quirk, it reverted into paper mid-air before floating down to the table.

"That's really cool, (Y/n)" Midoriya marveled. "It even looked like the real thing."

"I guess you could say that it does," she folded her arms over her papers, careful not to wrinkle them, "but then, paper isn't the ideal material since real money is made out of cotton and a lot of other shit. So, turning paper into money...isn't the best idea. Not to mention very illegal," her lips set into a hard line while she recalled some unpleasant memories. "I learned that the hard way when I was ten."

Shouto hummed. "What about you being able to turn into objects? Does it have limitations too?"

"Of course it does. It takes a lot of energy and changing my form multiple times can have serious repercussions on my body, like frequent back pains or headaches," noting Shouto's concerned look, she explained. "It's mostly because I have to reconstruct literally my whole being down to the bones and nerves. Like, imagine your body getting twisted over and over again like a pretzel...it can get quite tiresome after a while..." she grimly nodded.

"Have you thought about getting something from Hatsume to help with that?" Uraraka asked. "Like a costume adjustment or something?"

"Uraraka's right, (Y/n)," Midoriya concurred. "Hatsume's support gears are really helpful."

"See, that's the thing," she winced. "I have thought about it..."

"But?" Shouto rose a brow.

"But I...keep forgetting," she sheepishly smiled with a tiny shrug.

The dual-haired male lightly frowned.

She reciprocated the frown with a scowl. "Okay, what's with that face?"

"It's called disappointment. I'm sure you're used to seeing it."

Offended, her eyebrows rose while she blinked. "Wow, okay."

"Look, I was going to get it someday...just haven't done it yet," she shot him a sideways glare. "Besides, the limitations vary with size so I try to not overdo it. The bigger the object, the more energy I use and the more effect it has on me. The smaller the-you get it," she shook her head dismissively. "Turning an object into something else doesn't really take out from me than changing myself does."

"So in a fight, to conserve your energy and avoid major drawbacks, you'd rather transform objects than change your form?" Midoriya quizzed.

"Uh-huh. But if I have a time limit and I want the fight to end quickly, I'll take some risks and go for the latter."

"Wow, (Y/n)," Uraraka balled up her fists, her cheeks rosy with a grin. "Your Quirk is really amazing," her lips twisted into a frown. "Though, it's kinda sad that we didn't get to see much of it during the sport's festival. It's no wonder most of us don't understand it very well."

"Thanks," the (h/c)-haired girl broadly smiled. "At the time I didn't have a better understanding of it too, otherwise I would've used it to my advantage and passed over to the second round," she sighed before shrugging. "Anyway, that's all in the past. What matters now is that I've learned how to utilize it well and not take it for granted."

"That's right," the brunette gave her a thumbs up.

(Y/n)'s giggled and turned to the boy to her right. He was still writing into his notebook and she leaned closer to him to peer at the page. "So what were you were you writing about now?"

"Oh?" Midoriya looked up and smiled at her. "It's about your minor Quirk."

"Minor Quirk?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) gave Shouto a quick nod. "That part of my Quirk, the one I can turn my body into anything is more of a minor Quirk, an added advantage if you may. Being able to turn objects into other things is my main Quirk."

"(Y/n) and I found that out a while back from the Internet," Midoriya placed his pen in between his notebook and closed it. "Some people seemingly have more than one Quirk. One major one and others or one minor one. For example, Kacchan," placing his book on the table, he held up a finger. "His major Quirk is explosion but his minor Quirk gives him the ability to control the flow of his sweat to a certain extent."

"Tokoyami too," (Y/n) added. "His major Quirk is Dark Shadow and his minor Quirk gives him the appearance and traits of a bird. Or," she shared a smile with Midoriya. "Kaminari and the bolt on his hair."

"Or Ashido and her alien-like appearance."

"Or Asui and her-" she frowned. "But we weren't so sure on that one."

The freckled teen critically nodded, stroking his chin. "Oh yeah, we weren't..."

(Y/n) lit up with a small gasp. "I know," she pointed at Shouto. "Todoroki and his split-hair fit the bill too."

Shouto blinked and his hand went up to touch his hair. Midoriya and (Y/n) burst into laughter at his reaction.

"You know," (Y/n) said between laughs, "now that I think about it. Satori also had a..." her laugh died in her throat as the words trailed off, her smile fading.

"...minor Quirk..." she finished, her tone bleak and faint. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth as her drained eyes trailed down to her lap and she picked at her nails.

Midoriya's face fell, his brows drawing together as he turned to her.

Shouto and Uraraka stared at them, watching how (Y/n)'s eyes suddenly snapped up and darted to Midoriya with surprise swimming in them. The boy weakly smiled at her, to which she returned with a nod and tiny smile of her own.

Shouto looked away from them and down at the writing on his report papers with a vague expression.

There was one thing he had come to note after months of observing the two's dynamics. It was how (Y/n) would look at Midoriya, a way that set him apart from any other person she knew. What made it special was that every time she looked at him, it was like she could see her world, but was scared that it would crumble before her very eyes if she made the wrong move.

It was quite captivating to see and after all that time, it had inspired him to wonder; what would it be like to have someone...look at him like that?

Because if that were to happen someday, then he'd look back at her like her smile was the only thing that could ever possibly matter to him.

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