a week has passed after the entrance exam and the letter hasn't arrived yet. naruka was in her room, overthinking like she usually does.

did i do i good job? was my quirk not strong enough? was my performance not satisfying? am i not qualified enough to be a hero? i-

her train of thoughts were stopped when she heard running footsteps outside. panicking, she quickly stood up from her bed and opened the door. and there he goes, sejo falls flat on the floor.

"i was about to open the door...", sejo stated, his voice muffled since his face was on the floor. naruka chuckles, sitting next to him, asking him to sit up and tell her what's the excitement was.

"okay, before i tell you, be sure to not scream. okay?", sejo gave his little sister a big smile, earning a suspicious look from the teen girl. "o...kay?", she awkwardly responded and waited for the thing sejo was going to tell.

sejo pulled out an envelope from his pocket and it made naruka's eyes widened. it wasn't an ordinary envelope.

it was U.A's envelope!

"oh my god, it came in...", naruka muttered, shock at the object in front of her. "open it!", the older male demanded, shoving the letter on the girl's hands.

naruka stared at the letter. sure she was excited when she saw the letter, but what worries her is that...

am i going into U.A?

she teared the envelope and a small circular thing fell to the floor. "what the...", naruka pressed the thing and a projected All Might was shown.

"ALL MIGHT?!", both siblings exclaimed, excitement filled their bodies looking at the number one pro hero on the projector.

"hello, young toshido! i know who you are! you're toshido matsui's daughter! your father was really amazing, he was so strong and i salute him for being the first quirkless pro hero!"

"he knows dad!", naruka exclaimed with joy, her eyes still on the projector. sejo did the same.

"you might be wondering... why am i here? well, i'm teaching at this sc- what? you want me to get to the point? but that's too- ugh, fine!"

"wow, that's a bit of a comedy.", sejo chuckled, naruka following along. she wanted to know the results. please let this be faster...

"i saw your performance during the entrance exam. it was fascinating! your movements were really smooth and the way you used your quirk is unique! i love how you lifted yourself using your wind quirk, i think it's cute, haha!"

"oops, that's not the point of me making this projected video- anyways, your performance was super heroic! you scored 47 villain points and 34 rescue points, a stable score for a hero!"

"us, teachers, all agree that we should put you in the hero course! you're a perfect fit for a hero and we'll make sure you enjoy the hero course."

"before i go, i'll you words of encouragement... don't ever give up on your dreams! keep going and be the best you'll ever be! that's all! see you in U.A!"

the projector closed, ending the message. "you got into the hero course! that's ama- NARUKA, ARE YOU OKAY?", sejo started, but freaked out when he saw naruka in tears.

naruka looks at her brother, saying, "he said that i can chase my dreams, right...?" sejo looked at her before smiling wide. he pulled his little sister in a tight hug.

"yep! and guess what...", sejo pulled away from the hug and looked at his sister again. "you can show everyone that you're capable of being a hero! ignore what mom says to you, you can do it! be a hero and show me that you're strong."

and there she is, a crying mess. she wiped her tears using her sleeves and smiled happily. "i will... i will do it my best in the hero course!"

"that's my sis!"

-

today was the day.

today was the day.

today was th-

"geez, my hair is a mess.", naruka sighed, fixing her hair. once she was satisfied with how she looked like, she grabs her school coat, putting it onto her thin yet curvy figure.

she watches herself flex in the mirror proudly, making her burst into a fit of laughter. "pfft, i look good in this.", she laughs. but the laughs faded away when she saw the huge scare on her cheek.

it bought her back to the awful memory. she quickly grabbed a stick-on bandage and placed it on her cheek. she sighed in annoyance. "i wish this was gone..."

she took her backpack and wore it, opening the door to go downstairs. her eyes wandered to a certain person she doesn't wish to see.

"fuck.", she mumbled, trying to ignore the annoying presence near her.

"wow, a bitch got into U.A? how cute.", suki says out loud, laughing. "shut up, suki.", naruka responded as she was wearing her blue converse. "i'm leaving."

but, sadly, she was pulled back inside the old woman. "just remember, this hero thing won't get you anywhere. i get that you're starved for attention, but get over it. you won't be a he-", suki was cut off when naruka finally gets her shit done.

"shut the fuck up.", she says loud, clenching her fist with full anger. she looks up at the woman and yelled, "i know that i'm not strong, i know that i'm weak! but i don't fucking care! if someone quirkless like father can become a pro hero, then...", she stopped on her words to wipe the forming tears on her eyes.

"I CAN BECOME A HERO WITH A QUIRK! SO, SHUT UP AND FUCKING STOP ALREADY!"

with one last glare, she walked out of the house, slamming the door as hard as she can. she sniffed, the burning sensation from her chest still visible.

"ugh, stop it, damn tears...", she cussed, wiping her tears away harshly. she took a few steady breaths and calmed down a bit.

focus on your way to U.A, toshido.

she sighed softly, before making her way to the train station. the station was crowded, employees, parents, kids and students from different schools werr there. the teen girl groaned in frustration. she managed to get inside the train before it leaves, resulting to her sighing in relief.

her eyes wondered around the train, looking at different type of people. she saw a few kids playing with each other, an elderly couple sleeping on the seats and an adult who looked worried that he'd be late for work.

after a 23 minute train ride, naruka got off the train, bumping into a few people, which annoyed her to bits. "damn it...", she muttered. she finally got out of the bumping people and she breathed out in relief.

she made her way to to U.A, walking through the gates like she did before. her eyes wondered around, looking at each student. all of them were excited to start the school year at the famous hero school.

"this school is huge as fuck, how am i supposed to find class 1-A- woah!"

"HUP!"

the short girl fell to the ground with a certain someone. she looks up and saw a red haired... kirishima?

"kirishima, is that you? y-you dyed your hair?", she asks, touching his now spiky red hair. the make nodded, smiling widely. "yep! needed to look cool and manly, you know~", he says, standing up and helped the girl stand up also.

she brushed the dust from her uniform. "manly? that's nice.", she says, patting the taller male's back. he chuckled and walked inside of the school.

"say, what class are you in? i bet you're in the hero course, your quirk is hella epic!", kirishima started, which made naruka grinned. "i am in the hero course. good job on guessing, strawberry.", she laughs at the nickname she gave him, kirishima joining in.

the laugher soon died when kirishima realized what she just said. he stopped his tracks and grabbed naruka's shoulders. "woah, what are y-"

"I'M ALSO IN THE HERO COURSE!"

he excitedly looks at her with huge smile on his face. naruka laughs, shaking her head at how cheerful this boy is.

"that's awesome, we get to be in the same class for our three years of education and training here.", naruka says, continuing their walk to class. "yes, indeed.", kirishima proudly says, walking beside her.

after a few minutes of walking, they finally arrived at class and the door was... quite big. sliding the door, it revealed their classmates and some yelling...?

"PLEASE PUT YOUR LEGS DOWN, THE DESK ISN'T SOME PLACE TO PUT YOUR LEGS AT!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, WILL YOU?!"

just a moment...

is that...

that rude asshole during the entrance exam?!

"i can't believe i'm in the same class as this asshole.", naruka mumbles, earning a confused look from kirishima because he fucking heard it.

"what was that?", he asks, curious. she jumps a bit, waving her hands, saying it's nothing. kirishima only nods and walked inside to find a seat, naruka did the same.

once she's settled in near the window seat, she looked outside, ignoring every sound around her. she took a deep breath, her eyes fixed outside the window. it was peaceful- even though there was a few screams and yells at the background- she still thought it was peaceful.

suddenly a wave of silence arrived. naruka turned towards the door just to see a man with long black hair getting out of a sleeping bag.

"i'm your homeroom teacher, aizawa shouta.", the older male says as soon as he got out of the sleeping bag. the whole class stared at him with shock. seems like neither of them knew who this man was, including naruka herself.

"i don't want to get more into detail. go change into your gym uniforms already, we're having a physical gym test.", his monotone voice says, pushing a button from a controller to reveal the gym uniforms.

"a physical gym test...?", naruka mumbled. before standing up with everybody else.

-

they were now at the field. naruka was making herself comfortable in the uniform by doing small stretches. she, then, saw their homeroom teacher in front of them with a softball on his hands.

"welcome to U.A. today, you're going to be doing your physical gym tests, like i said earlier.", he stated, continuing, "U.A is known for it's freestyle education system." he looks down at the ground.

"that applies to us teachers as well."

the class gave him a confused look. "so we're free to do anything we want or...?", naruka muttered as she was looking down, enough for her to hear. she shot her head up after hearing aizawa talking again.

"softball throwing, the standing long jump, the 50-meter dash, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper body training, seated toe touch.", he stopped, staring at the students. "you've done these during middle school, yes? your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests.", he asks, earning a 'yes' from the class.

"well, bakugou.", he calls out. an ash blonde student walked to the front, his face emotionless. naruka could only glare at him.

"how far did you throw during middle school?", aizawa asks, referring to the softball. "sixty seven meters.", bakugou answers, his voice low. aizawa gave him the ball, stating, "great, now try it with your quirk."

bakugou walks over to the circle at the field, standing there before receiving a, "do whatever you need to, just don't leave the circle." he hums in response, getting ready to throw the ball.

he activated his quirk and threw the ball, screaming a very loud, "DIE!"

"die?", naruka mumbled before laughing softly. "this guy is nuts.", she stared at the asshole, sarcasm written in her eyes.

the ball fell to the ground, smoke surrounding the thing. aizawa lifted the meter counter, showing the students how far he got. and it shocked most of them.

"705.2 meters.", he told the class with monotone voice. naruka's eyes widened, amused by the record. "that's a lot...", she muttered, rubbing her temple.

"each of you will be taking these tests. the one who scored the least will be expelled.", aizawa announced, earning intense shocked stares from each student.

ON THE FIRST DAY?!

"this is gonna be so frustrating.", someone says. naruka turned her head to the side to see male with long-ish black hair sighing. "don't worry, i'm pretty sure he's just messing around.", naruka butts in, making the boy flinch.

"oh my g- you startled me!", he exclaimed, earning a chuckle from the short girl. "you sure he's just messing around? i mean, he needs to...", the male continued, putting his hand at the back of his head. naruka elbowed his side, telling him, "what kind of school expels students on the first day? that's ridiculous."

the male stared at her for a while before grinning. "yeah, you're right-", he stopped on his words when aizawa told the class to get in position for the first test, 50-meter dash.

"welp, talk to you, later."

"okay, good luck."

"same goes to you."

-

naruka panted, putting her hands on her knees. "that worked quite the sweat...", she mumbled as she was trying to get her breath altogether.

so far, she could she was doing great. she was kind of proud of herself. she did smal stretches before standing up straight.

she already finished half of the tests, she only had two more tests. now, it was softball throwing. she got a total of 699.5 meters, which she could say it's pretty far.

"alright, midoriya, it's your turn.", aizawa called out, a certain green haired boy walking to the front. he was visibly shaking. "that guy is shaking too much...", naruka mutters, a bit concerned.

just as the student was about to throw the ball with his quirk, his quirk was erased. "h-huh...?!", he murmurs, a bit too loud.

"you were about to use your quirk, weren't you?", aizawa says, his eyes red and hair flowing up. "eraser h-head?!", the class shouts, shocked.

damn it, i could've guess he was pro hero, eraser head...

"if you're thinking of breaking your arms and hoping recovery girl to fix you up again, then think again.", aizawa says, earning a scared look from midoriya. "one use of your quirk and your bones will break. think wisely, control your power before you use it.", he continues, closing his eyes to deactivate his quirk.

"now, try again.", he orders. naruka's eyes was fixed on the boy. "he broke his arms...?", she mumbled. "he didn't just broke his arms, his legs were also broken during the entrance exam.", someone butts in, making naruka flinch.

before naruka could say anything, a strong wave of wind gushed towards the class. midoriya has thrown the ball, using his index finger to send the ball flying.

"woah!", naruka exclaimed in excitement. she was amazed by the certain power. the whole did the same- well, except for one.

aizawa looked at the meter counter, shock filled his own eyes. "705.3 meters.", he says out loud, the whole class gasped in surprise.

"mr. aizawa...", the green haired boy calls out. he turned around to face aizawa. he clenched his fist with his wounded finger. he bit his lip, smiling, "i can still move...", he says. "this kid...", aizawa muttered.

"now that's a heroic score!"

"amazing, midoriya!"

"woo! way to go!"

the class exclaimed. bakugou, which in naruka's case, the rude asshole, clench his fist. "deku...", he muttered before charging up against him, about to blast him off, but his quirk got erased and he was held back by aizawa's scarf.

"what kind of material is this scarf?!", bakugou grumpily yells, trying to get out of the tight grip of the scarf. "it's a capture weapon. and don't attack students with your quirks, you only do that on battle training."

oh, it wasn't a scarf.

he closed his eyes again and pulling back the capture weapon. he pulled out an eyedrop, stating, "and don't make me use my quirk too much. i have dry eye."

the class mumbles a 'yes, sir' as silence passes by. bakugou glared at midoriya, who was trembling due to the pain on his fingers.

"now, onto the next tests."

-

finally, the tests were now completed. everyone gathered together to see the scores. naruka trembled in anticipation, scared that she's gonna get a low score.

"alright, here are the results.", aizawa showed a hologram, each 1-A student ranked from 1 to 21. naruka's eyes scanned the whole board. "toshido, toshido, toshido, toshi...do.", she sighed in relief, knowing that she got ninth place.

"midoriya got last place...", she heard her fellow classmate mutter. "what?", she asks, searching for midoriya's name.

oh, he did...

"by the way, i was lying about expelling you earlier."

"WHAT?!", half of the exclaimed, especially midoriya. "of course he was lying, i thought that was so obvious.", someone muttered out, sighing. naruka lets out a small chuckle, looking at the scared looks of her classmates. "calm down, guys.", she says out loud, her tired eyes forming an eyesmile along with her grin.

"alright then, class ends here.", aizawa stopped before continuing, "midoriya."

the green haired boy raised his head up, mouthing a 'yes'. "here you go.", he gave a permit to midoriya, telling him to go and visit recovery girl.

the rest of the class started to head back to class. naruka ran towards midoriya, patting his shoulder. "hey.", she says, her tired eyes staring into his finger.

"hmm?", midoriya responded, a bright red hue appearing on his cheeks. "that quirk of yours is amazing! i'm sure you'll find a way to control it, midoriya. believe in yourself.", she smiled, patting his head before running off to class.

i complimented someone, i'm proud.

"yo, toshido!", a certain red head called out, embracing her shoulders. naruka laughs, saying, "hey, kiri."

"wanna grab lunch together?"

"sure, let's go."

"here we go!"

"wow, you're energetic."

"of course, i am."

-

school ended with a good note. naruka packed her things and slung the bag over her shoulder. she bid goodbye to kirishima and walked out of class.

instead of going back home, her legs brought her to the beach. she stood by the railings, inhaling the fresh air of sunset.

"this is beautiful...", she mumbled. her eyes wandered around the beach. there were many different families walking by the sea. a few middle school students were taking pictures of themselves. and a couple of elderly people were sitting by the benches to enjoy the beautiful view.

she was one of them.

she felt peace. something that she rarely ever feels due to how terrifying her childhood was. she smiled softly as the sun was shining brightly. she loved this very moment.

"dad, you would love this view if you were here...", she mutters, sighing. it was time for her to head back home. she grabbed her bag and starts heading to the train station. luckily, there weren't that many people, so she had a chance to take a seat.

the train finally stopped at her station and she hurriedly walked out. she walked down the streets if her neighborhood slowly, admiring each and every view she was witnessing.

she must be lying if she were to say she wasn't jealous when she sees a happy family. she wished that her family was like that.

but damn, was it broken.

she sighed as horrible memories starts flooding right back into her head. she hits her head, trying to stop the memory but she couldn't. tears starts welling up.

"fuck, not this shit again...", she gripped her hair, trying to stop the intense pain. the memories of abuse and torture filled her head.

"mom, stop! don't yell at dad!"

"GET OUT OF THR WAY, YOU WORTHLESS CHILD! I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE!"

"SUKI, WHY DID YOU HIT HER?! SHE'S ONLY 5!"

"SHE DESERVED THAT!"

"stop it... stop it!"

naruka was now sobbing. she stopped walking in front of her house, trying to deal with her breakdown. "damn it, damn it, damn it...", she mutter, sniffing.

"dad..."

"yes, sweetie...?"

"i'm sorry... i couldn't protect you..."

"shh... it's okay, come here."

"mom was scary, dad... i don't like it..."

"i know you don't like it, but we can't stop her from being like that..."

"will you do that to me too...?"

"what?! i would never hurt my beautiful daughter, you're precious to me... don't say those stuff..."

"i don't want to remember any of this!", she yelled, knees now on the ground. she gripped her hair, trying to stop the pain. she heard the door being opened, but she didn't bother looking at it. she was too busy dealing with this outburst.

"you'll come back home, right?"

"of course, i will! pinky promise!"

"ooh, that's a promise that you must keep, dad!"

"i will keep it. sejo, please take care of your sister. don't let her get hurt, okay?"

"i will protect her with all my life!"

"sejo is amazing, i trust him!"

"see? my little sis is so adorable!"

"nice! i'll get going now, goodbye!"

"bye, dad!"

"naruka, are you okay?!", she heard sejo's voice echoing in her head, but she ignored it completely. she was a crying mess now. the memories still flooding.

"reporting news! pro hero, matsui toshido, was killed in a villain attack. we don't know what happened next, all we found was his corpse lying on the ground filled with blood."

"d-d-d-dad di-d-did-didn't d-d-die, r-r-right? mom..."

"shut it, brat. he's dead, move on."

"Y-Y-YOU C-CAN'T JU-J-JUST S-SA-SAY TH-THAT, MOM!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

she quickly got up and gave sejo a tight hug, sobbing onto his shoulder. sejo pats her back, comforting her. "shh... i'm here, sis...", he whispered, caressing her hair. naruka cried more, her tears probably soaking sejo's shirt.

"you're so pathetic. stop moping around, you're annoying me to bits."

"if you weren't mean to dad, he would still be alive..."

"SHUT IT ABOUT YOUR DAD, I'M SICK OF IT! YOU FUCKING BRAT!"

"mom, stop that!"

"tch, get out of my way."

"i...", naruka tries to manage a sentence, but her sobbing cuts her off. sejo shushed her, whispering sweet nothings to his sister. naruka tightens the hug, tears falling out her eyes.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU DESERVE!"

"STOP IT, MOM! IT HURTS!"

"YOU'RE SO ANNOYING, SHUT UP!"

"MOTHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP THAT!"

"LET GO OF ME! THIS BRAT DESERVES THE HITS, SHE DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE!"

"MOM, STOP! YOU'RE ABUSING HER, ENOUGH!"

"make it stop...", she told sejo, still crying. "make the pain stop... please...", she pleaded. sejo was also crying at this point. it hurts him to see his sister break down. especially if it's about the so called mother.

"it's gonna be okay, sis... i'm here...", sejo says, sniffing from the tears. naruka lets of the hug, wiping her now sore eyes. "i'm sorry for being such a burden...", she muttered, looking at the ground. sejo grabs her shoulders, catching naruka off guard.

"don't ever say you're a burden!", sejo yelled, tears falling out of his eyes. "you're my sister, you're not burden!", he continues, making naruka cry again.

"i'm always making you worry...", naruka lets out a dry chuckle, sejo did the same. "thanks, bro.", she smiled. sejo wiped a tear with his thumb, answering, "no problem, sis. i'll always be there for you."

sejo helped naruka stood up. both of them brushed off dust from their clothings. "let's get you all cheerful again.", sejo says, walking inside the house with naruka beside him.

-

after dinner and a bath, naruka sat in her bed, looking at the blade on her hand. she was thinking of it again.

please...

don't do it!

- tw ; self-harm and blood -

she rolled up her sleeve and opened up the bandages from both of her arms. she ran thr blade across her skin, hissing at the sharp pain.

although, the pain didn't stop her.

she kept on doing it.

the blood was dripping in the matress of her bed, but she didn't care. she was too focused on the pain.

her arms are now filled with small and huge wounds. every cut made blood leak out. but she didn't care. she kept doing it.

STOP IT ALREADY.

ENOUGH.

she placed the blade on the sink, washing it like she did last time. same goes to her wounds. blood was running down the drain. once the blood stopped dripping, she grabbed a towel and wiped her open wounds.

"i need to stop doing this...", she muttered, sighing as she wrapped the bandages around her arms.

she looked at herself in front of the mirror. "i really do need to stop hurting myself.", she says, preventing her eyes to tear up again.

she laid herself on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "i want to heal...", she muttered. she took a deep breath before getting under the cover to sleep.

second day of U.A, please don't dissapoint me.

-

yipee yay! chapter two was longer than chapter one uwu

please read this, i worked really, really, hard on this! my head was too focused on the USJ attack, i forgot that i needed to write more-

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- shiru san