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❛ HELLFIRE ❜

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Episode 4 - Unseen Power

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Ten weeks after Y/n had been caught by U.A., she was now set to join Izuku, the boy she'd saved on his first day of school.

As they walked together through the hallways, Izuku muttered, "I just hope I don't get into a class with Kacchan."

Y/n cocked her head at him, curious. "And why's that?"

Izuku sighed, his voice tinged with concern. "Well, you heard him when we met. He's... strong, brash, and not exactly, um, easy to get along with."

The camera then pulled away from them, revealing the bustling school hallway. Students milled about, chatting with friends, organizing their books, and heading to their classes, creating an atmosphere of lively energy and anticipation.

The two made their way to a large door labeled "1-A." As they opened it, chaos greeted them from inside. Bakugo, of course, was at his desk, loudly arguing with a boy who had neatly combed blue hair and glasses, his precise gestures contrasting with Bakugo's explosive demeanor.

Izuku visibly tensed and instinctively moved closer to Y/n's side. She responded without hesitation, wrapping a comforting wing around him. Even her long, red, and gorgeous tail curled gently around his arm, drawing a deep green blush to his freckled cheeks.

Tenya notices Izuku's arrival and strides over, adjusting his glasses before bowing slightly. "Greetings! I am Tenya Iida. It's an honor to study alongside you."

Before Izuku can respond, Ochaco arrives with a bright smile. "Izuku! I didn't get to thank you properly for saving me during the entrance exam. That was amazing!"

Katsuki, overhearing their conversation, scowls, memories flashing back to when he confronted Izuku after passing the U.A. entrance test. He marches over, sneering. "So, Deku, you managed to get in, huh? What did you do, cheat? You don't even have a Quirk."

But, to Katsuki's surprise, Izuku squares his shoulders and meets his gaze. "I earned my place here, Kacchan. Just like everyone else." His voice is steady, unwavering.

Y/n smiles proudly, watching as Izuku finally stands up for himself.

Tenya turned to Y/n, adjusting his glasses as he addressed her with a polite tone. "Ah, I didn't see you much during the entrance exam, but... are you the one who saved Midoriya when he was falling?"

Y/n nodded, extending her hand with a small smile. "Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

For a brief moment, she considered introducing herself as Queen Y/n but decided against it. That felt a bit too much—especially here at U.A. It was bad enough that the teachers knew her royal status; letting a bunch of teenagers in on it wasn't ideal. As far as Y/n was concerned, earning their respect as a friend and classmate would be more than enough.

Tenya took Y/n's hand, a faint blush dusting his cheeks—something she didn't seem to notice. "It's an honor to meet you, Ms. L/n. Really, thank you for what you did."

Y/n smiled warmly. "It's what any hero would've done, I'm sure." She turned her gaze to Izuku, her expression softening. "I just couldn't let a little emerald like this one die, now could I?"

Izuku's face turned a shade of red that nearly matched her tail, his eyes darting nervously away.

From his seat, Bakugo scowled, his teeth grit as a prick of jealousy flickered like a stubborn flame in his chest. He glanced away, fists clenched. Hmph. She could say that about me—that I wouldn't die under her wings. Not that I need her—or anyone—to protect me, he thought bitterly. I don't need anyone.

Izuku and Ochaco yelped in surprise, instinctively backing up behind Y/n's wings. Y/n, on the other hand, merely tilted her head, studying him for a moment before offering a polite smile. "Hello, Mr. Aizawa."

Huh?! the other students thought in unison, shooting confused glances between Y/n and the mysterious man.

Aizawa sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh, joy. The overly amused queen is my student. Yay," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Pulling himself out of the sleeping bag, he stood up and brushed himself off. Then, without further comment, he handed Y/n a blue and white training suit. "Take this and meet me at the training grounds," he instructed, his voice as flat as ever.

The others quickly took the training suits Aizawa handed out, filing out of the room one by one. Y/n lingered behind, a playful gleam in her eyes. "So, you're my teacher, huh?" she teased, a sly grin tugging at her lips.

Aizawa grunted in response, avoiding her gaze. He turned away, his usual stoic demeanor faltering for just a moment as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. Don't react, Shota. Don't react, he chanted silently, trying to maintain his composure.

Y/n chuckled, the sound as melodious as a song. "What a face, hmm?" she teased further, her tail swishing behind her. "I hope All Might's a teacher here too. That would be... exciting."

With a light laugh, she began to walk away, her talons clicking softly against the floor. She waved her tail in a carefree manner as she called back over her shoulder, "See ya there, Shota."

And just like that, she was gone, leaving Aizawa standing there, rubbing his temples with a sigh.

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Shota stood before the class, his usual serious expression in place. "Alright, listen up. You'll be participating in the Quirk Apprehension Test today. It's designed to test the full extent of your Quirks, especially since you all weren't able to use them in middle school," he explained, his eyes scanning each student as he spoke.

Y/n stood at the back of the group, her arms crossed as she observed with quiet interest.

Shota's gaze landed on her suddenly, his eyebrow twitching. "Did you even go to middle school, L/n?" he asked, his tone flat.

Y/n hummed thoughtfully, her dark claws tapping lightly on her chin as she stared at him, her expression unreadable.

Mina Ashido, standing nearby, giggled and chimed in, "If she did, I never saw her!"

The class chuckled, but Y/n simply smiled, her tail flicking in amusement as she glanced at Shota, waiting for his response.

Y/n's smile faded as she gracefully dipped one wing to reveal the scars that marred the underside of her rusty red scales. The marks were long, jagged, and appeared weathered by time, telling a story of battles fought and hardships endured.

"I did go to some schools," she began slowly, her voice quiet but clear, "but not here in Japan. So, I didn't have the same training regimen as you guys did." She let the weight of her words hang in the air for a moment, her gaze distant as if recalling something far beyond U.A.

The room fell silent for a heartbeat, the other students unsure how to respond, as Y/n's scars told a tale far more complex than they had anticipated.

Shota sighed, his gaze narrowing slightly as he watched Y/n. "Do you have a Quirk, or is it just some kind of... raw power?" he asked, clearly curious but trying to maintain his usual aloofness.

Y/n shrugged casually, not offering much of an answer. In truth, she'd learned to play along. Even Nezu didn't know the full extent of her abilities. Her dragon form wasn't a Quirk in the traditional sense—it was a part of her, a heritage that wasn't tied to U.A.'s idea of what a hero's Quirk should be. But she wasn't about to reveal that to anyone, especially not now. She could keep up the pretense.

Without further hesitation, she grabbed the ball that Shota handed to her. In one smooth motion, she pulled back her arm and threw it with incredible force, sending it flying over seven hundred meters. The other students watched, stunned, as the ball sailed through the air, far beyond their expectations.

For a moment, there was an excited buzz among the class. But Shota quickly shut it down, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Listen up," he said coldly, "the student who ranks last in total points today will be deemed hopeless and immediately expelled."

A heavy silence fell over the room. The students exchanged nervous glances, the weight of his words sinking in.

Ochaco, unable to contain her frustration, stepped forward. "That's unfair!" she protested, her voice high with concern.

Shota's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. "The world is unfair," he replied flatly, "and it's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. Don't expect it to be easy."

The class went silent, the gravity of his words settling over them. The stakes were higher than they'd anticipated.

Y/n walked back to her spot at the back of the class, her eyes catching Izuku as he began to shake nervously, a mix of excitement and anxiety evident in his posture. Without a word, she reached out with a subtle flick of her wrist, a faint golden magic emanating from her fingers. The magic gently brushed against his mind, calming the unease that had begun to settle in his chest.

But Bakugo, ever the observant one, noticed what she was doing. He scowled, clicking his tongue in frustration. Tch, why's that lizard bastard using that on him? he thought, irritation bubbling in his chest. But before he could act on his anger, his thoughts suddenly became jumbled, his mind momentarily clouded. He shook his head furiously, trying to clear the strange sensation.

Shota, noticing the slight shift in the atmosphere, let out a quiet sigh and muttered to himself, "It's a lot more to L/n than she lets us see." His gaze lingered on Y/n for a moment longer than usual, the subtle power she wielded not lost on him. He wasn't sure what exactly she was hiding, but it was clear that there was more to the dragon-kin than met the eye.