It's lunchtime, and Yui sits alone in the UA cafeteria. Her best guess is because she has tattoos all over her body due to her quirk, and Japan is a no-no zone for tattoos. No matter. Yakuza are friendlier than heroes, she thinks.

The only thing that somewhat resembled a conversation was the one she had with a seriously cute girl by the name of Ura-something - a lot of 'ra's in her name, but Yui forgot how many.

"H-hi!" The gravity girl had stuttered. "I'm Ura(rararara)ka Ochako, it is a pleasure to meet you, Yamasaki-san." Yui had nodded, attempting to smooth the scowl on her face, but she ended up looking constipated. Safe to say, Ochako had left Yui to her own devices for consoling from a spunky, pink-skinned girl.

Yui sighs. She should probably make a bit more of an effort to fraternise with the heroes-in-training, otherwise a series of unfortunate events will take place and she'll probably end up back in jail. The heroes aren't bad people, and she knows that if she smiles and chats with them, they'll look past her slanted gaze and the plethora of tattoos that decorate anywhere from her toes to her face. Still, she found it amusing when she had walked into class for the Aizawa's announcement of a "new transfer student, oh god" and everyone reacted at the tattoos. It fed her ego, and she had puffed out her chest a little bit.

Her stone eyes slide towards the loudest table, where a spiky haired blond with red eyes yells furiously, food flying from his mouth, at a redhead and the pink-skinned girl from before. A yellow haired boy with a black lightning streak in his hair yells back, obviously finding it hilarious.

"Bakubro, chew with your mouth closed," reprimands the redhead.

"Forreal my son," adds the lightning boy, "if we just put Bakugou in a helicopter, we can probably feed all of Africa."

"Like a food sprinkler?" Sero Hanta pipes up- Yui recognises him from class as someone who she'd genuinely like to be friends with.

"Fuck, yeah like a food sprinkler." A look of self realisation dawns upon him. "I think I just solved world hunger."

The boy named Bakugou turns red and he lets out a yell, even more food flying out. His fists slam against the table repeatedly as he screams incoherent things.

"Oi, watch it!" Sero cries as he and the lightning boy giggle and guffaw, dodging the bits of chewed up food.

Yui huffs a small laugh before she can stop herself. The entire table turns to look at her, a multitude of coloured gazes blinking owlishly. She meets their eyes challengingly, despite an overwhelming feeling to look away. Her palms start to sweat a little. Underneath her uniform are tracking cuffs devised by tech-y support heroes which, although surprisingly comfortable, are starting to gather too much sweat underneath.

"What the fuck you looking at, yakuza?" Bakugou yells.

Yui blanches and turns around to whisper to no one, gently rubbing the cuffs in an attempt to relieve the uncomfortable feeling. "Mum, pick me up, I'm scared." She turns a bit pink when she hears a little guffaw. The black haired girl whirls around to meet the tired but amused gaze of a purple haired boy with eyebags rivalling that of her homeroom teacher's, Aizawa. He's tall, with a brooding face, and his purple hair is obviously unkempt and wild. He blinks at her.

Her brow furrows slightly as she struggles to form coherent words. "Hi, I'm Yamasaki Yui" comes out as a harsh, "what?!" and the handsome boy scuttles away, his small grin slipping into a grimace.

She pulls a face as she feels embarrassment heat up her neck. Never did she think that she'd be nervous for something as mundane as a school, especially when she helped traffic assortment of drugs and rob banks for a while. Never did she think that she'd lose her talk game as soon as an attractive boy appears- and now she has chased him away. How could she be flailing like an immature six year old boy when she had the confidence to snap back at drug lords, government officials and the UA principal?

Goddamn Aizawa. Everything is his fault. It came as a shocker when her youthful (step)mum ran into Eraserhead, fought him, and got a boner. From then on, she dragged Yamasaki out of the drug rings and told her that their lives were going to change for the better. Yui doesn't understand why someone should change themselves for anyone, especially if their love is unrequited. Her mum gave herself up and is serving part time jail, part time community service, and it received very mixed reactions from all their previous clients. Some were understanding, "love is love" and "this happened to me too, now we're married/divorced", while others let out a string of profanities and death threats that have already been acted upon, with failure.

Aizawa also was the one to inform the heroes that Yamasaki Chō's daughter, Yui, was more of a vigilante than a villain. He dug up records of her that she didn't even know existed to prove his point, mostly documented by witnesses. It was convincing enough to the hero association, despite her successful aiding in running underground activities, and thus, was subject to discussion of the UA board and their humiliating 'second-chance' shenanigans.

"H-hey."

Yui snaps her head up to see Ochako from before, who blinks owlishly at her and gives a shaky smile. "Can I sit here?"

Yui grunts in response, shuffling over to give Ochako more space. Ochako sits, a little nervous, but she beams adorably. The tattooed girl studies her. Round brown eyes, brown hair cut to her shoulders, and an open, bubbly personality. Ochako must be the friendly and nice type, then. She probably thought Yui looked lonely by herself, especially on her first day.

"I think your tattoos are really cool! Which one's your favourite?"

Yui gives her credit for trying to talk to her, and she forces herself to smooth out her scowl. This time, it's successful. "It's actually my quirk," she explains. "They're not really tattoos I guess, because they move around and change shape."

Ochako is enthralled, eyes lighting up as Yui manages to say something normally. "That's amazing, Yamasaki-san! What do they do?"

"I guess you'll find out sooner or later," Yui offers a charming smile, finally getting her wits back together. She schools her face, slightly less intimidation and more openness than the stern facade she carries around her when she's in business; its a perfect balance of friendliness and superiority, and Ochako falls for it, unconsciously raising Yui higher in her figurative standing of authorities.

"O-oh, okay! So you can change their shape?"

"Yeah, to whatever I want." She demonstrates this by moulding a tear shaped tattoo underneath her eye into a star, causing Ochako to squeal and laugh.

"That's so cool!"

"Thank you...?" Yui searches for her name as the star morphs back into the original tear shape.

"Uraraka Ochako." She can see that the gravity girl is a little disappointed that she didn't remember her name from their previous introductions, and she offers an apologetic smile— as sincerely as she can force herself to be.

"Sorry, I'm horrible at names." Her small conversation attracts a number of other people, all, she suspects, from the same class as her. Perhaps they collectively decided that she wasn't as unapproachable as they originally thought, if she could talk to Ochako smoothly.

She doesn't remember most of their faces.

"H-hi! I'm Midoriya Izuku! Nice to meet you!" His forehead slams against his knee as he bows 90 degrees, stuttering and flushed red from ears to neck. A shock of curly, soft green hair reveals a freckled face as he lifts his head up finally and she grins coolly, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind her gold pierced ears. They dully flash in the light as she turns her head to face him properly, the kanji for 'king' printed where her artery is. On her throat lies a crown tattoo; all eyes are drawn to these two as she swallows.

"Yamasaki Yui," she introduces herself. The boy's submissive nature feeds her ego. Her eyes crinkle slightly, the teardrops underneath both eyes crinkling along with it.

"I am Iida Tenya! It is good to meet you!" A raven haired male with glasses makes a snappy bow, back straight and posture stiff. He turns to another male next to him- one with half red, half white hair, heterochromatic eyes and a large scar on his face.

"Todoroki Shouto." It is evident he simply followed the crowd and didn't really have any interest in being here. Yui looks him up and down.

Hm. He's pleasing to the eye, she must admit. Averagely tall, a lithe yet built figure, and an almost brooding aura. She blinks, her grey eyes sliding to meet his dual coloured ones. However, there's something familiar about him that she can't quite lay a finger on.

"Hello," she offers. Shouto only dips his head lightly in acknowledgment. They stare at each other for a little bit too long, and Midoriya coughs lightly, quite amused. Between Shouto and Yui, however, a sense of unease begins to brew. He acknowledges that the tattooed girl is pretty, but he has already noticed that blankness of her eyes that are rare in an environment like this. There is no ambition, and he wonders why she is here.

The bell rings and they both snap their gazes away from each other.

"Lunch is already over?" She muses, disappointed that she never got to finish her lunch. "Hm, what class do I have now...?"

"Everyone in class 1-A has English with President Mic," Midoriya pipes up helpfully before quickly ducking his head with a furious blush as her attention directs to him.

"Oh?"

"Let's walk to class together, Yamasaki-san," Ochako quickly adds and gives an eye smile.

Yui offers a sweet grin back, "thanks, Uraraka-san. It means a lot." She watched as Ochako beams back at her, happy to have made a new friend and happy to have helped settle the new girl.

As the two begin walking to class together with the others trailing behind, her smile falls a little. As much as UA students have so far proven themselves to be good people and deserving of their titles of heroes, she understands that attachment cannot be formed. She has always struggled with forming relationships with genuine, deep emotion, so she doesn't find a problem with that. Still, she can't help but feel a little inkling of regret.

After all, she's here to pinpoint one of them, and destroy their life.

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Authors note:
This is what I imagine Yui to look like. The drawing is mine- took approximately 45 minutes.