You threw open the door and all 20 sets of eyes in the classroom stared directly at your figure. Many of them were mesmerized at the sight of your brightly colored hair (most wondering if it was natural) and your large glittering wings that looked almost ethereal against your form. The room was dead silent and the man at the front of the classroom stopped his teaching, his body turning to see what the commotion is about. He looked to be a pretty basic man, he was average in height, body mass, had short brown hair, and grey eyes. 

He smiled at you though it looked like a smile that was strained from annoyance or exhaustion more so than one of genuine happiness and care. He was already over dealing with his rowdy class of hormonal teenagers. His grey eyes looked over your wings in interest then found their way back to your face, he bent himself at the waist to lower down so that he could speak to you face to face. He was interested in you, you seemed to be an adorable and sweet girl, but the blank look on your face was slightly unnerving for a girl your age.

"Hi there. I'm Mr. Nakama your 1-D homeroom teacher! Are you the foreign transfer student I was told about?"

"Yes Sir. Here." You handed him the folder and stood there waiting for him to do something. He read over your folder quickly; his eyes widened and his posture stiffened when he read the gist of you being part of the Tenshi family and never going to school because you were out assassinating people instead. He felt a cold sweat grow on his brow, this class of slightly insufferable students just got a whole lot more deadly. 

His eyes looked over you warily, you scared him, if you were as deadly as your family, he could only imagine the skills and cold-bloodedness you possess, not understanding that you were just a little girl trying to figure out who she was now that she isn't being controlled. His smile seemed even more strained, it wasn't nice like Hizashi's was when he looks at you. It didn't gleam like when you finally figured out basic math or the smirk Aizawa wears when you do something that lets him know you are still just a naive child in the big bad world.

You tensed slightly, it was different and unknown and that was the only thing that could ever bring you fear, the unknown. He slowly shut your folder, never making eye contact. He swallowed thickly and turned back to the class who were talking among themselves, some still sending you glances, all wondering about who the pretty and exotic new girl is. One girl in the class never took her eyes off of you, her intense yellow eyes were wide and staring unabashedly at the shining metal of your arm. 

Her hands were clasped together as she grinned in an obsessive manner as she watched each movement the metal made. Aizawa recommended you cover up your arm, but you didn't see the point. It was a piece of metal, an arm just like everyone else so why cover it up, but the looks that people were giving it made you understand that he was just trying to help the attention stray from it. You thought it was too late now and decided to just go with it.

"Alright class, settle down. This is your new classmate Tenshi [Name]; she's never been to a real school before so treat her kindly." Most of the conversations died down and all attention was on you once again. Your last name was well known around the world when the news of your family was released and most of the kids here were just old enough to find the information of an assassin family to be interesting enough to remember. That sparked some fear within some of the students who figured that if you were part of the Tenshi and had never been to a school, you were an assassin too.

The pink haired girl who had been staring you down looked even more excited, she was practically busting out of her seat as she watched your every movement, or more specifically the movement of your wonderfully crafted arm, the metal reflecting the light and making it glow. She payed close attention to how effortless the metal plates moved against each other and how effortlessly natural the metal moved.

"Tenshi, please take your stuff and go sit by Hatsume. Hatsume raise your hand." The pinky shot out of her chair and slammed her hands on the desk, grinning brightly.

She was more than excited to get a close up on you, the assassin with an amazing designed metal arm. She wanted to see it closer to see how the mechanics worked so that she could implement them into her newest designs, hopefully making a support tool good enough to solidify her acceptance into the prestigious UA. There was an empty seat next to her so with silent and graceful steps from your extensive training, you moved swiftly and sat down beside her. Her smile was slightly odd to you, she held no malice or tension but the look on her face was something you have no experience with and couldn't figure out what she was smiling about.

You removed the bag from your shoulder and let it drop carelessly to the side of the desk and before you were fully settled at the desk, Hatsume turned her entire body around in her chair and leaned extremely close to your face. You could see everything on her face, the slight dust of freckles strewn across her nose, the chapped and dryness of her lips, the slight bit of what seemed to be ash on her left cheek, and most of all, the striking yellow of her piercing eyes that now up close looked to truly be a scope of some sort. 

Her bright yellow eyes were not fixed on your face, instead she was focused on your left arm. She grabbed your hand and shook it, not to be polite but more so that she could feel how the metal worked as a whole with her squeezing it. She was brash but you liked her mainly for the fact that she gave less than two shits about what Mr. Nakama was droning on and in about and instead was focused on something else. She also didn't seem like the type to cry, or at least by the wild glint in her eyes, she didn't seem like it.

"I'm Hatsume Mei, you can call me Hatsume or Mei I don't care. You're not from here, you have a slight american accent and look about you when you do things. Your last name is Tenshi? I heard about your family on the news, that is so cool. Are you an assassin too?" Her voice was extremely loud but spending so much time with the hero with a voice quirk made this seem like nothing.

"Yes." Your voice was softer than she expected, but Hatsume figured out it was more of you just not knowing how to talk to people your age. She had figured you out with a single word, she normally didn't care to know about anyone around her, other people called her narcissistic but it was more because nobody interested her as much as her babies, people were predictable but you seemed interesting and with your arm and most likely amazing talents she wanted you to be around her. Her finders ran along the lines and crevices of each piece of welded metal with a childlike fascination.

You could feel the faint touches of her fingers against the sensitive metal, the mechanical nerve endings connected to your brain allowed you to feel at least slight stimulation within the metal so it could function similar to that of a normal arm, just stronger and a hell of a lot cooler looking. Her touches were so methodic and calming that you were a bit stressed that someone could make you relax in the tense situation you were thrown in.

"Is that how you lost your arm? Your arm is so well made but I could make it better. Put one of my babies on it and pow, instant rocket launcher. Ohh, I could use my new baby and make your arm glow in the dark so you'd never get lost! I'm going to look closer at the mechanics at how your arm works, it's rare to see someone with a metal body part that actually functions the same as a normal one?" She rambled on as she pulled a screwdriver out of her bag and began messing with your arm, pulling up the metal protective coat and undoing the screws to get to the inner most part of your arm. It didn't hurt and you were used to letting others be in command over you so her not asking for permission wasn't unusual.

Plus she was being gentle to make sure she wouldn't mess up the amazing craft of your forearm. Her personality was overbearing but not in a bad way so your curious eyes just watched as she worked quick and efficiently to study the intricate metal wiring that you couldn't make sense of. Her finger brushed against the artificial nerves that ran through your replacement arm, the thinnest wires that connected with your actual nerves at the junction of your elbow, and your fist clenched together and locked in place. 

The shock of your nerves being strained hurt, it wasn't the worst pain but it made your eyes prick with unwanted tears. You bit down on your slightly pump bottom lip and hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

"Don't. Touch. That." She smiled sheepishly but as soon as it was there it was gone, she didn't really feel all that bad about hurting you, she was more intrigued by the reaction you hand and was close to figuring out every detail of your arm with her photographic memory and insane knowledge of anything and everything mechanical. Hatsume seemed to be nothing like the people types Kayama taught you about; she was selfish, vain, and curious but she didn't have the malice that you were taught people like her had. 

She seemed genuinely nice and it confused you to none other, were people not black and white? It plagued your mind and you were trying to study the pretty girl to understand how normal people your age worked better. She removed her finger and the nerves stopped contracting so the pain faded and your fingers twitched and were able to move once more.

"Heh Sorry 'bout that. I finally get to see it in person! You have a set of artificial nerve bundles running through your arm working with the bodies natural electric currents to connect with real nerves, making the metal move and function like your normal arm would, just way more upgraded, and with my babies added on to you, it will be even better! This can make so many artificial products more human-like and versatile in their functions. This is amazing, I have so many ideas for new babies already! I could make a suit of metal and have it connect to a person or make a cannon to fire off at someones nerve signals from their brains instead of a trigger. Tenshi with you I am going to be the greatest support hero ever. The whole world will know of Hatsume Mei and her beautiful babies. I'm going to study your arm and use you as a tester of so many things, I need human test subjects and you're perfect! You are officially my best friend so I'm going to call you [Name] because that sounds cooler and I'm going to use you to get to the top and make my precious, beautiful babies on the bodies of every pro-hero someday!"

Your eyes stared slightly confused right into hers and her wild and dazed smile didn't leave her face in the slightest. Do people just decide to be friends by saying they're friends, Midnight said that you have to work at friends but you did nothing but stare at her as she talked. Your mind was reeling, you didn't understand anything about her, she goes against everything you've learned about people. Hatsume watched your state of confusion with pure joy, for a murderer you pulled of the wide doe eyed girl look so well. In your state of confusion, you searched through your black bag until you found the journal you write your questions about the world in.

Finding a new page, you jotted down a quick note to ask everyone, 'Why is Hatsume my friend. Is making friends really that simple?' She's different then Kyomi was but in some way, she's the same. Hatsume thinks in her own self interest but she doesn't have any ill intent and she says what she wants like Kyomi did. 

She decides you're friends and you have no say in the matter. It was a feeling similar to how you felt with your parents, people ordered you around and you not knowing anything else, listened to what they say. Aizawa was still trying to push you to find yourself and now hopefully adding someone who is so unique and purely herself will help be that pushing factor to make you truly become yourself.

"Yeah, sure, whatever just fix my arm and shut up for a second." Your tone was harsh but it didn't bother your new friend in the slightest, to her it seemed like you were harsh not to be a dick but because you were confused and trying to figure things out without her rambling on. Together you were going to be a perfect duo, your confusion that comes off as mean doesn't bother her and her chronic selfishness doesn't bother you. 

Hatsume doesn't talk to anyone unless they interest her in something, she doesn't even bother to remember most of her classmate's names. It was a refreshing change from the normal interactions you have had with people, there was no hint of fake about her, she was honest and didn't care what anyone else thought. She does and says what she wants without caring of anyone else's opinions.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as your brows furrowed in thought, looked away from the pinkette and towards Mr. Nakama who was telling the class about your class trip next week and the permission slip you would need signed by either Nezu or Aizawa if you want to be able to go see the shrines of ancient warlords in the time before quirks existed. Being surrounded by a ton of kids didn't sound like that much fun, but it did sound like a learning experience so you decided that if Hatsume was going she'd probably make you go too and that would be ok.

You took a quick glance to the girl who confused you, her eyes had goggles on them and her tongue was poking out of her lips as she worked feverishly on some metal gadget. When your attention was focused on watching the people around you with lidded eyes there was an explosion and a small cloud of black smoke that floated over from Hatsume's desk. Her face was scrunched up into a confused face as she analyzed what went wrong with the small EMP ball she was trying to build. 

A few people looked over but nobody said anything which by your guess, this is a normal occurrence for the crazy builder and nobody cares anymore. When Mr. Nakama was finished talking, people swarmed Hatsume and your desks, asking question after question about you, trying to know more about the foreign new girl that had been on most of their curious minds.

"Why is your left arm metal?"

"It was cut off." The nonchalant way you spoke amused Hatsume and a few boys listening in, but many of the girls surrounding your desk gasped and clasped their hands together and gave you pitiful glances. The girls were just doing what they taught, be nice and pretend to care, a lot of them were just scared of you and were trying to be on your good side to make sure that if you ever got angry you wouldn't kill them.

They looked like they were trying to be sympathetic and you were slightly confused on why, it was just an arm and it was for punishment so it wasn't that big of a deal. Aizawa tried to explain how people got punishments but they were no where near as extreme as yours but spending majority of your years enduring punishment for failure nothing he said really made you able to understand it. Each time you weren't punished still made you feel confused.

"That's so tragic!" High pitched voices rang out in whines as they all grasped your hands. When some of the girls got closer, they realized how beautiful you were. It was an exotic beauty with large and sharp purple eyes, slightly short electric blue hair, tanned skin, and lips that took on your hispanic side and were just the right amount of plump. Your eyes were glazed over and half lidded, slightly bored as you wanted to be training or learning not being around the overflow of teenage girl emotions. 

A blonde girl, the queen bee in the school, was hanging back as she studied you with her icy blue eyes. She like any other queen felt threatened by your presence, you were pretty and new and your quirk was beautiful to look at and she didn't like it.

You were also a killer, her dad was a police officer and told her all about how killers deserved the same fate as their victims, that was ingrained in her as a child so you being here even though your family was responsible for many murders over the ages didn't sit well in her stomach. Her cat eyes narrowed and the temperature in the room seemed to chill as she pushed her way to the front of the room. She was perceptive and she noticed the little things you did that let her know you had little experience with the real world and if your parents were dead then maybe she could do the same as her father and get rid of one more scum on the earth by playing to your naivety.

"Is it true you've never been to a real school before?" The girl with long blonde hair was standing directly in front of your desk, her icy eyes staring you down like you were filth. You just looked her in her eyes, not intimidated in the slightest by her glare. Her perfectly manicured hand was placed on her cocked hip and her blonde eyebrow was raised in questioning. She had on glittery colors on her eyes and her lips were painted an unnatural pink but it did nothing to make her look less pretty. The other girls around her backed off and let her take the lead, none of them dared to step out pf line with her, she had connections and could ruin any girl with a few words.

"Yeah." Her lips quirked up into a smile, it wasn't nice, it was more like the smile your grandmother would wear on her thin lips when she set up the perfect kill in a fun battle and was going in to give a finishing blow.

"Why?" She wanted answers, each answer and slight glimmer of your eyes as you analyzed her was giving her ammo to deliver the kill, the people around knew what she was doing and decided not to intervene between the two forces. You the quiet and deadly girl who seemed to glow in innocence yet seem to know everything and the powerful blonde who was police chiefs daughter and had a tongue as sharp as a blade.
"I didn't know school existed until a few years ago."

"Why?'

"Because I was trained to be an assassin not to go to school." Most of the girls gasped and took a step backwards, their hands starting to shake slightly. The blonde's shimmery blue eyes narrowed even more towards your figure. She was right, you were a killer like the rest of your family and nothing fazed you, she wanted you to show even some fear but your eyes stayed bored looking, only shining when you were trying to figure out something.

"My daddy says people like you don't belong in our world. He's right, you should make like the rest of your rotten family and die. Our school doesn't need monsters like you here." Her glossy upper lip was twisted into a vicious sneer. Your chest tightened slightly at her words, the feeling was new, it wasn't anger or sadness but it didn't feel good so you did your best to push down the feelings. It was hard to understand why she was talking like this to you, did you do something to hurt her? Were you really a monster? 

You thought about her words, they had a since of familiarity to them, you've been told you should die many times over but this was the first time it made your chest hurt and it was the first time you had been told it when you weren't about to kill someone. It brought a calmness to flow through your body, most of the time training was the only thing that you knew and understood fully, it was something from you past that translated into your present.

Having the blonde get that furious look in her eye, her telling you to die was another thing from your past, something you understood: kill or be killed. The main reason you were able to be under the watch of Aizawa instead of in jail was that when the list of everyone you had killed was given to Nezu, everyone on the list were wanted criminals which, with some convincing that because you were a child you never knew better, your actions under the category of vigilante instead of villain or murderer. You may be a monster, but you were a monster built for hunting other monsters. You killed killers and although you did it in the most unethical way, you unconsciously saved many lives in the process.

To everyone else, you looked zoned out and your eyes were looking at nothing, many took it as you being hurt by the words spoken to you. Hell, the other girls felt hurt for you, a lot of them thought that because you were still young, you had a chance of redemption and shouldn't be told something as horrible as killing yourself to join your family. Hatsume put her hand on your arm, shaking you out of your analysis of what was happening and why.

"Don't listen to what she says, she's just trying to assert her dominance." Your reaction was opposite of what others expected and it made Hatsume like you even more. Your pink lips curved into a sardonic smile that made a few swoon, it wasn't shining or evil and to everyone else it looked like you were calm, almost too calm and serene with your small smile. Her statement was almost ironic and your smile faded into a smirk, your eyes glittering with amusement.

"I think it's funny." Hatsume's eyes sparkled with mischief as the blonde girl glowered in front of you. She was pissed, what the hell did you think was so funny. Her eyes were watering and big fat angry tears were slowly falling from her eyes.

"What's so funny about that you hybrid freak! I said you should die, you should be afraid of me, you should be crying not laughing!"

"It's funny because every time someone said I was going to die, they did. And if you thank the person who sent my family to their graves, you can thank me." You let your head fall into the palm of your open hand and watched to gage the reaction of everyone around you. The best possible way to learn how people work is to say things and see how people react. While the icy blonde was still processing your words, you trailed your eyes back to Hatsume to see her reaction. You didn't hear her gasp like other girls, a few were looking ready to cry so you wanted to see what the unpredictable Hatsume felt.

 I mean, you thought she was selfish but she did try to comfort you and that was unexpected but nice. When you connected eyes, she had a grin on her face and one of her bubblegum pink brows was raised in question waiting for you to keep talking. You tilted your head to the side slightly and your lidded eyes opened slightly as your eyes were glowing with the interest of a child seeing something new for the first time, you needed to know what you did that made her cry. 

"Kayama says people cry if I'm mean to them, was I mean? I didn't cause her any physical harm so I don't understand why she's crying when she was the one who told me to die." Yellow eyes were so comically large as she looked at you on the purest forms of wonder and happiness, her shoulders bouncing up and down alongside her pink locks as she laughed.

"Nah, she deserved it. Anyways, you're even more naive than I thought! Man this is amazing, I really scored gold with you [Name], I'm going to enjoy showing you the world." When Hatsume finished talking, her attention went right back to the small EMP trying to fix the parts that exploded. The pouting blonde was whispering something to the other girls who were all giving you fearful (and sometimes pitiful but that was besides the point) glances and moved away from you and back into their own seats to pack up and leave for the next class. After homeroom was finished, Mr. Nakama send class 1-D off and since you had no idea where to go, Hatsume had you follow her to Literature and then Science, both were boring and still slightly difficult but not by too much.

After Science it was time for lunch and you were more than excited, in the hallway between classes you barely had time to scarf down a protein bar and you were super hungry, plus Hizashi had hopefully packed you the most amazing lunch. Hatsume dragged you over to a tree by a field where boys were playing some type of game with a ball and showing off their quirks even though they were supposed to be illegal. Seeing others using their quirks made you excited to finally be able to fly in public or at least at school. 

Once more, Hatsume was studying the mechanics in your arm while you used your other free hand to eat the lunch of Soba, Yakitori, Bakudan, and cookies that Hizashi packed so generously. He really was like the cool aunt who was an amazing cook, no surprise that he could cook though because Aizawa can't and so Hizashi has to be the one to feed his best friend so he doesn't eat takeout and drink juice boxes every day of his life.

She explained that her quirk was "Zoom" and that it gave her super enhanced vision and how she wanted to be a support hero and go to UA, the same school Hizashi and Kayama teach at and that Aizawa is teaching at starting next semester. You explained all that you knew about your quirk when she asked and she told you to be a hero, something already planned by Nezu as part of your reparations for being a killer. During lunch you asked Hatsume questions about people and what they were doing, which she answered with a laugh and always said that it doesn't matter because what they do is lame.

"When you become a hero, you can only let me make your support items, I'm going to max you out with all my beautiful babies." Hatsume spoke with such vigor like she always seems to, you've never met someone who is always animated about everything that interests her, it was interesting and your chest felt light when Hatsume would ramble on about the mechanics of something or the idea for her new baby. 

She had a wild imagination but it made you feel good when she got excited and you wanted to continue that feeling, whenever you were confused Hatsume as able to immediately read you and help you out, she didn't patronize you and make you feel like a failure for not knowing anything, surprising for someone as selfish as her. She seems smart though, she knew everything we learned in class already and if she is going to be a support hero, she's probably going to be the best you couldn't imagine anyone else having the excitement or amazing skill she has for building her 'babies'.

"Ok." Just then, a ball rolled over to the both of you and a few boys came running after it, all of them pumped to talk to the new girl and the hot Hatsume, even if she is a bit on the eccentric side. One of the boys was spiky haired golden blonde with a black streak in his hair that looked like a lightning bolt and a goofy smile on his face. He was wearing the boys uniform like everyone else but his polo was untucked and his tie was uneven. His eyes were a deeper yellow than Hatsume, unlike her sunshine yellow, his were a golden pool of honey and they were staring wide eyed at you. His eyes trailed over your form, stopping to stare at the way your wings glittered in the sunlight and the bright color of your hair.

 In a slightly awkward attempt at being a smooth operator, he walked past the ball and went down onto one knee. He took your hand in his and kissed it, you could feel the heat from his lips and what felt like a slight shock to jolt through your body. When he pulled away, he had a smile on his face but he never let go of your hand, instead deciding to stare into your questioning amethyst eyes. The boys who were with him stood behind him rolling their eyes and laughing, knowing that he would get turned down by the pretty girl just like every other time. Hatsume was watching wide eyed and giggling endlessly.You were just looking into the boys eyes being confused at what is happening.

"Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you, my beautiful angel." You cocked your head to the side slightly looking over him. His leg didn't look broken and he never fell, but maybe he did and you was just not paying close enough attention. The way he was talking to you didn't seem to be in pain though, it was low and sort of like a purr. This boy was weird.

"Your leg doesn't look broken but if you need help, get your friends to take you to the doctor." Your tone as light but straightforward and there was only the slightest lilt of confusion etched in. He let go of your hand and his shoulders slumped, the boys behind him laughing mockingly. Hatsume shook her head in a teasing shame at you, she knew you had no clue to what the boy was actually doing.

"Dumbass Kaminari really fried his brain if he thought he could get a girl out of his league." The boy with dark purple skin and octopus tentacles on his fingers spoke out first.

"Yeah his last accidental shock turned his brain even more into mush." The short boy with large hands laughed out with the octopus boy. They were annoying. Hatsume grabbed your attention by touching a nerve in the still open wiring. Your fingers tingled but it didn't hurt this time from the light touch. It was more like someone was running their nails down your arm. She put her hand on her forehead and sighed loudly.

"[Name], he was using a pick up line, not being literal." Your brows furrowed and you tried to remember what a pick up line was to no avail.

"Oh, whats a pick up line?" Kaminari perked up at that, you really weren't turning him down, you were just a sweet adorable airhead that knoew nothing of the world. You seemed perfect for him, naive, cute, and your calm personality would balance out his wild one. You kind of seemed mean, or more just too honest but there was something intriguing about you and Kaminari liked that, you seemed to maybe not be dumb but just knew little about how real people worked, he remembered you being an assassin form the confrontations in class so maybe that's why you don't know what a pick up line is, I mean for god's sake you never knew what school was for a while.

"Oh man spark plug, you even got turned down by an air head. You really are northing more than a human charger."They laughed loudly and the electric Kaminari hung his head in shame and he clenched his fists, little shocks of golden lightning flickering out of his hands. He always got teased for being rejected and not having the best control over his dangerous quirk and that sucked, he knew he wasn't smart and until he could figure out how to control his quirk from frying his brain or shocking others, he would just be the dunce to everyone.

"'Crap. Crap. Crap! Guys back up." Kaminari didn't want to burt anyone as he could feel the lightning surging around him at his influx of feelings. Hatsume was the first gone, then the other two boys started moving away but too slowly as the golden lightning from Kaminari's hands spun around him wildly and was sent shooting in every direction, hitting the people in the close vicinity. You could feel the intense shock of his lightning jolt through your body, it was a little bit less than the voltage of a low volt taser and it caused the muscles in your body to tense up slightly before relaxing when the current ceased its course in you. 

Hatsume was far enough that it felt like the shock that happens between two people after rubbing their feet on carpet but the boys who tried to run weren't as lucky. They got almost as much volts as you did so their muscles spasmed and their bodies went into shock for a bit from the electricity. That made them lay face first into the ground, drool falling from their lips. Kaminari was slightly frazzled and he felt his motor functions slow down, but at lest he has finally gained enough control to not short circuit his brain every time he loses control. Hasume waltzed back to her lunch, laughing in joy at the Karma the idiotic boys received and how you seemed fine. 

That was intriguing and now she wanted to know more, how wonderful would it be if she could test her babies on you without worrying about them shocking you enough to send you to the hospital. Your hair was slightly staticky and the feathers on your wings were ruffled but other than the slight twitch of your finger, you looked completely fine and that was amazing, Hatsume has seen many times when kids have to go to the nurse from the lightning boy's accidental quirk usage. You ran your small, elegant fingers over your wings, putting the feathers back in place and making sure they were all right before turning back to your food and biting into one of the lemon cookies.

"Oh man I did it again." Kaminari ran up to you, his liquid gold eyes checking over you in slight astonishment at you being ok. Nobody at that close of point blank range ever were fine with his voltage, the only other people were his parents who both used variants of electricity. "You got the worst of it, you're not hurt right. I mean you still look fine to me. Wait!" His eyes widened extremely large and he smiled almost blindingly bright. "You're not hurt! How the heck are you ok, anytime I lose control at this close, people have to be sent home. You're amazing, how is this possible?"

"As punishment for failure I used shocked at different levels of electricity so now a voltage like this doesn't do much damage to my body." Kaminari and Hatsume both blinked in silence at your answer, that was not what they expected, what kind of childhood did you really have. Kaminari was more excited than anything else, he wanted nothing more than to be a hero who saves the cute girls and proves all the bullies who said he'd never be more than a charger but trying to train his quirk was difficult without blowing a fuse, and he couldn't train with others because he would hurt them too bad, but now he found you.

You could train with him to be a hero without getting to injured from him, he could work on control and precision and not have to do it alone anymore! Hatsume was filled with joy, you really were a perfect person for her to befriend, interesting and good skills for a hero that would bring her excitement in life and help her as the greatest support hero there ever was. Maybe just maybe, you three would form an unbreakable bond: the idiot, the selfish, and the assassin.

"Thats perfect, I need someone to train with to become a pro-hero and you are the only one who hasn't gotten all fried so maybe you'd uh, wanna train with me?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a small blush coating his grinning cheeks as he waited.

"Sure, I like training." Kaminari punched his fist into the air and let out a string of goody cheers. You felt good, you found another person who likes to train like you do and with two people who you talked to today, Aizawa would be sure to give you ice cream tonight. The blonde boy ran and grabbed his bag before pulling out a lunch and sitting with you and Hatsume. He too wanted to go to UA and you made plans to go to your house over the weekends and train. Hatsume decided to be both of your support items creator and had plans for the both of you already. You formed a dysfunctional friendship that confused you endlessly and one that shouldn't work, but it was perfect in every way.