A/N: from here on out it'll be all in third person as it'll be easier to follow multiple perspectives, sorry for the sudden change!

With the knowledge that a school specifically for children who are interested in being heroes was created in most countries around the world would it honestly be that shocking for a school specifically for villains to thrive in the vile nests of the underground?

It also wasn't as hard to get into as the hero based academies as this one only has a limited amount of students per graduating year.
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Name: Amy Johnson
Age: 17
Date of birth: 22/05/2002
Quirk: Dear diary

Dear diary is a quirk that allows the user to write down the quirk she would like to use the next day, week, or year. if the user forgets to set a quirk she will be give the default quirk, Tsunami. The diary can copy and store quirks from an enemy or friend, the most the user is familiar with the quirk the stronger the quirk copy is. Consent must be given to copy a quirk and if consent is not given the user can force the owner of the quirk to give consent.

Current time taken to copy quirk: 3 days [please level up to shorten the time!]

Current copied quirks:

Tsunami (up to 100%)
Hell flame (up to 79%)
Cremation (up to 39%)
Explosion (up to 0%)
Water works (7%)
Clairvoyance (100%)

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The principal looked at the sheet for Ai and sighed, what a monstrous quirk, his eyes narrowed thinking of which team she would best utilise her skills.

Ai managed to have a few days of peace in her estate, she wasted her time swimming, drawing, and spending money lavishly, her current mother checked up on her once she settled in, she had informed her about her registration to the National Villain Academy which she would be joining as soon as the semester started, she would be a few months late since the states education system was different from Japan and

Her English name was Amy Johnson which took after her step mother's maiden name, her things were packed for her and the next week a car came to pick her up with someone already waiting for her in the car.

"Amy"

"Robert."

His deep blue eyes were piercing and contrasted with his black shirt hair. "Hair dyes and coloured contact lenses aren't allowed at the academy." She glared at him before sitting down inside the car, she knew beforehand but it still felt weird leaving without contacts so she agreed to take it off when she got to school. They were pretty expensive but they made her stand out from the rest so she liked to wear them so she looked more like a main character.

Fake it till you make it.

"What's wrong with your hair?" He asked again.
"What about it?"
"It's short."
"I wanted a fresh start."
"How was Japan? Any fun?"

She didn't need to answer his stupid questions, she merely nodded before closing her eyes pretending to sleep.

She hadn't seen him in years so their bond wasn't as strong it should be, since their mum died and their stepdad remarried they grew further and further apart.

"My guess is you're pretending to sleep, in that case I'll be your source of exposition.

You probably know it's a boarding school, your room mates in the first semester are chosen and you do everything with those room mates. For first years like us we'll be grouped in teams of three.

We'll get to pick our own classes with one class a week on history and villain syndicates, here's a list of all their subjects, we have to pick maximum 5."

She looked at the list and nodded listening.

"Margret pulled a few strings so we're in the same team, I don't know who the last team mate will be."

She noticed he still refused to call her mother, just Margret.

Name: Robert Johnson
Age: 17
Quirk: Clairvoyance.

As they arrived at the school she took some time to take out her contacts and to look at her deep blue eyes on her compact mirror. She stepped out of the car and straightened her uniform and double checked everything she had on her.

She noticed there were only 20 or so students, the school was very small having around 80 students overall, as it was a private school run by the underground syndicates the facilities were of good quality and the fees were definitely not affordable for average civilians.

Everyone here was someone important or related to someone important.

She noticed a text from Dabi wishing her luck on her first day at NVA. She smiled, she didn't want to be a villain but being a hero was a path that wasn't built for her, she was a background character and she would always remain in the main character's shadow.

Over her dead body.