Hana's pov

My name is Hanako Kaida. I'm your average teen. Quirk and all. And right now I'm late for my first day of school, great..

As I throw my uniform on, not caring if it looks neat and not bothering to deal with my obvious bed head, before I ran downstairs and rummaged through the kitchen to find my phone. "I swear I left the damn thing here!" I can't help but mumble to myself.

I hear a cough to get my attention and look up to see my dad with my backpack over his shoulder and my phone in his hand. "Looking for these?" He asked simply. I just nodded because I didn't have enough air in my lungs to talk back to him.

My dad is a huge guy, seriously. He's built like a brick, with fuzzy caramel hair, tanned skin and tusks . What else would you expect from an ex villain? He puts his huge hand on top of my head and messes up my already horrible hair with a smile. As we both march towards the door, me getting even more aware of how late I was, my mother appeared out of nowhere with a smile. She has a shapeshifting quirk and today had decided she wanted to look like Marilyn Monroe. I never understood why, me and dad thought she looks fine normally. We could always tell it was her, because her eyes were a dead give away. Bright gold with brown flecks.

She fixed my uniform and frowned at my hair as she asked me "are you sure you still want to do this? We can back out" she says to me. I take her hands off my new blazer and smile at her. "I'll be fine. How hard can being a hero be?" I asked her curiously. She forced a smile and let me walk past her. Neither of my parents had been happy with my choice and acceptance to UA. Dad was just better at hiding it. It was a damn miracle I'd gotten in anyway under a new scheme they set up called 'Young Villian Rehabilitation', basically it's supposed to do as it says, rehabilitate or prevent young villains from villian based families. And for some damn reason they picked me, so I'm taking it!

Dad drives we up to the gate and then ruffles my hair, again. I swear it'll be standing on end at this point. He could have given me a kiss on the cheek or something but last time he stabbed me with one of his tusks so he's stopped doing that. I wave goodbye to him and head inside. I clutch onto my bag as I feel my entire body shaking from the worry. I feel like everyone is judging me, but to my luck I know for a fact only the teachers know who I am and who my family are, so hopefully this won't be absolute hell. I check the letter I was sent with my class details on it and a map.

The campus is huge! I swear I'm gonna get lost.. I follow the directions to my class and wait for a minute to compose myself so I don't look completely crazy, but my reflection in the window betrays me. My bed heads gotten worse thanks to dad, my golden eyes look menacing in this damn light and worry about my quirk burns in the back of my mind. I pretend that I look completely respectable, not like a train wreck and continue to the door, only to see what I assume is the teachers standing outside it with a sleeping bag at his feet. He has long black hair, bloodshot eyes and is wearing clothes that look a bit to big for him, and a scarf. "Excuse me.." I say sheepishly to get his attention before he glances at me. He just stares at me blankly which is kind of unnerving.

I hand him my letter and stay there in silence. He looks as bad as me, except his look seems to be from lack of sleep while mine is overzealous family members. After what felt like eternity But was only a few seconds he tells me "come in. Your late" before turning his back to me and walking inside slightly. I follow him and politely stand beside him in silence, wanting to make a good impression. I glance around at my new class mates and they seem very nice, most of them. There's a blonde boy giving me a death stare and a very professional looking guy who keeps staring at my hair.

"As I was saying, put these on and meet me outside. There's one for each of you. You can get aquatinted later" he states bluntly as he gave out or or uniforms and left. I stared at the one he'd dumped in my arms, not really knowing what to do with it. As I'm half awake in my own little world a girl comes up to me. She's basically everything I wanted to be when I was younger; tall, beautiful, long lovely hair and perfect skin. Meanwhile mine is a pale tanned colour I never really liked, wishing it was more like my dad's then the colour of a very dead leaf.

"Hello. What's your name?" She asked me very politely. I give her a confused look, then after remembering I do speak the same language as her I reply "oh. Sorry, I'm Hanako Kaida. But please call me Hana" I introduce myself. She smiles at my odd request and replies "well my name is Momo Yaoyorozu. You can call me what you like Hana". I nodded and smiled. "Come, I'll help you catch up on what you missed" Yaoyorozu said politely to me as we walked to the changing rooms together. As she told me all the very little info she knew of our classmates and home room teacher while we changed and as we walked down to where our teacher, Mr. Aizawa, has gone, she asked me something that baffled me.

"Why do you have that bandage over your arm? Did you injure it?" She queried. It took me a minute to respond as I looked at my arm, remembering the lecture from my dad the night before I responded, starting to take it off, "it's a quirk surpession bandage. It's just to make sure it doesn't go berserk while I'm asleep" I tell her calmly. Yaoyorozu stares at the dragon tattoo on my arm with fascination as it blinks and slowly moves around. "Oh my. What does it do?" She asked, I just shrugged. "Hopefully we'll see" I told her.

I didn't do this to be cocky. I genuinely don't remember the last time I used my quirk. Maybe it's because I knocked myself out my accident but I've totally forgotten what I can and can't to. By the time I stop talking to myself in an inner monologue, everyone suddenly yells "A QUIRK ASSESSMENT TEST?!" Making me almost fall over as I swear my eardrums are bleeding.

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" A brown haired girl complained at the front. "If you really wanna make the big leagues you can't waist time on pointless ceremonies" mr. Aizawa responses bluntly, seeming to be talking to all of us, but his back was still turned. "Here at UA we're not tethered to traditions" he continued, "that means I get to run my class however I see fit.". As most of us stood there in shock from the threatening tone in this guy's voice he went on "you've been taking standardised tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend we're all equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn".

After seeming to finish his rant, he looked straight at the boy who had originally been glaring at me. "Bakugo. You managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance through of the softball in junior high?" He asked. Bakugo calmly replied "67 meters I think". I couldn't help but gulp. I couldn't get it past 9 meters, how strong was this guy? "Right. Try doing it with your quirk" mr. Aizawa ordered. We all watched Bakugo in silence as he walked up to the throwing section of the field. "Anything goes. Just stay in the circle" our teacher warned him as we all took caution to step back.

My nerves were getting to me. I could practically hear my mother's voice in my head, are you sure you still want to do this?. I shake the thoughts from my mind and convince myself I'll be fine. Everyone's here to train to be heroes, no one's quirk will be that deadly, right ?

I watch bakugo intently as he stretches his limbs, pulls back his arm and and throws the ball, a huge explosion following it and firing the ball so far that it disappeared. Right.. so I'm dead..

"All if you need to know your maximum capabilities" mr. Aizawa began. Finally Bakugo's ball landed. "It's the most rational way of figuring out your ability to be a pro hero" he finished. I squint to make sure I amn't reading that damn meter reader wrong. 705?! Excuse me ?!?!

I felt like I was gonna faint. Why did I even bother waking up this morning?.. it's a miracle I'm even here. All these guys are obviously stronger then me since they passed the damn test! I didn't even get a test! Just a got damn letter.

Suddenly momo is nervously shaking my shoulder with one arm while covering her mouth with the other. When I get her to stop and ask her what is wrong she whisper yells "we're you not listening?! We have 8 tests and if you don't pass then you'll be expelled today!". I clench my jaw and just nod as I squeeze her hand to stop me from screaming. That won't argue my case at all.  A plain boy with green hair in the front seems to be freaking out at the idea.

"As I said before, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem you can head home right now!" He tells us. "How is this man a teacher?.." I mumble to myself. "You can't send one of us home!" The brown haired girl from the beginning yelled, "I mean we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!". Our teacher's expression didn't change. "Oh and you think natural disasters are?" He asked. Obviously we all gasped, even that bakugo kid. "What kind of question is that?" I ask outloud. His eyes look at me without his body moving. The stare creeps me out but it looks oddly familiar.

"How about power hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out while cities ? No. The world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro your gonna have to push yourself to the brink! For the next 3 years UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond. Plus Ultra style. Show me that it's no mistake that your here" he finishes cockily as he taunted is with his finger and a smile. Everyone seems excited, while I'm 100% sure I'm gonna die. "Now enough talking. Let the games begin" our teacher continues. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look determined.

The first test was a 50 meter dash. I refused to use my quirk though it was practically burning my arm. We had a robot signalling is to go. The well dressed boy had engines on the back of his legs so he fired across with ease, finishing first. I had to race against him and a girl with a frog quirk, obviously I came last at 8.4 seconds. If I'd used my quirk I could have been faster. I regretted not leaving the bandage on. But having it on would draw suspicion to me.

The next test was grip strength. We were all given these little machines. I relex a bit and decided to use part of my quirk. I gripped onto it tightly, I could feel it crack so I let go. I glanced at it and saw 350. Dammit.. I let out to much. Their gonna notice... I hear someone yell about another student getting 500, making me feel better, hoping 350 would be considered weak.

Next was a long jump test. I was getting more comfortable. I have to go in slowly with my quirk. If I relax to much it just goes insane. I watch everyone jump over and slowly realise that if I don't relax fully I won't even make half the jump. I can feel aizawa's eyes drilling holes in the side of my head. I close my eyes, take a few steps back and run, before leaping as high as I can. When I open my eyes I'm flipping on normal ground and I land on my feet, my tattoo glowing. I see bakugo roll is eyes, I smirk as I decide to taunt this tool. "Jealous blondie?" I ask him, before he can respond I look over and notice the plain green haired boy just sitting in the sand. I walk around the side, so I don't get hit by the others. I stick out my head to him with a smile. He doesn't return the smile but he excepts my hand and I pull him free. "Thank you..." he mumbles as he dusts himself off. "No problem. I'm Hanako Kaida " I introduce myself. He looks surprised. "Oh! Sorry. I'm Izuku Midoryia!... hey isn't kaida the name of that faceless villain that's been on the news?.." he asked me curiously. I felt my face go pink. "I don't know actually. I just ask that people call me Hana. Causes less confusion" I explain. He just smiles, probably realising I'm very uncomfortable and just nods before continuing on his way, quickly saying "nice to meet you Hana!". I get another death glare from Mrz. Aizawa. I assume these are warnings at this point. I nervously scratch at my arm to calm down the burning before I follow the others to the next test. How have we only done 3 ?!?!

The 4th test was repeated side steps, nothing important, and the 5th was the ball throw. The main damn thing I'd been dreading. I was in front of Midoryia. I smiled back at him to be polite but my nerves were killing me. He looks way more nervous then I am. In fact he looks like he's on the bridge of a mental break. I give him the best think I can offer before I go. A pat on the shoulder and a thumbs up. I relax as I go up and take the ball. I release just the right amount of energy to get the ball a decent amount away, hopefully near Bakugo's damn 705.. as I pull back, my dragon slowly comes out of my tattoo and wraps around my arm, the head going around my hand and the jaw opening. As I through it, it's piercing roar blasted the ball far away and off the grounds. I smirked happily to myself as I tried to contain my happiness, and my quirk. Momo squealed behind me and waved. "1020!" Bakugo yelled as he glares at me. "Am I gonna have to pay for that ball?.." I ask nervously. "Unless it kills someone, no" Aizawa replied bluntly before he gives me a death glare to head back to the others.

Momo hugs me happily with a smile, babbling about how amazing my unwanted quirk is, but I don't pay attention as I watch izuku walk up to take his turn. He looked so determined. I blocked out all noise and focused on him. Something seemed different. I watched him up his arm back and put what looked like every bit of strength he had into his arm, but as he through that all left him and the ball hit the ground, the robot mockingly yelling "46 metres!". Izuku looked shocked, and so did a few others who i assumed saw him in the entrance exam. I have no idea why they seem so confused but a glance at our teacher almost gives me a damn heart attack.

The sight of him gave me an immediate flash back to me hiding behind a wall while dad fought a shadow covered in a large scarf with red eyes, unable to use his quirk. Eraser head.. that's our teacher... oh dear god I'm dead

Hey guys! Hope you like the first chapter. I'm going to be trying to make these 2000 words at least and updating frequently. I hope you enjoy ❤️

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