MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

If you want something done, do it yourself.

I have desperately been searching for a fanfic series of MHA/BNHA with a reader that has Atom Eve´s powers. Atom Eve is a character from the Comic / Tv show Invincible.

Atom Eve's power of Subatomic Manipulation allows her to sense and alter matter and energy at the sub-atomic level, effectively reshaping both organic and inorganic matter to her will. This ability makes her immensely powerful, as she can create or transform objects and living things. However in the comics and tv show Her creator a scientist put a mental block in her so that she won't use her full powers on humans or animals. but the reader in the fanfic won´t have that limit, and could really alter the story of Mha.

Of course the character itself it is not Atom Eve just someone with the same powers.

Since I could not find a fic like that, i will write my own.

This is awesome and wholesome. I am totally Rebloging this just so it is easier to find and read again.

Take My Heart, Take My Name

Listen. Danny is a menace with affectionate nicknames, and Tim is so weak for it.

It starts small, a casual “hey, babe” here, a “thanks, darling” there. Tim thinks he’s fine at first—sure, his heart skips a beat, and yeah, maybe he has to take a moment to compose himself, but he tells himself it’s no big deal.

Except then Danny takes it up a notch, like he’s testing Tim’s self-control.

Honey. Danny calls Tim honey one night and Tim seriously thinks it's game over. He's done for. Finished. Danny could ask him to jump into a Lazarus Pit, and Tim would already be in mid-air. “Hey, honey, can you grab my jacket?” Yes. Yes, he can. He can grab Danny’s jacket, his wallet, his hand in marriage—whatever Danny wants.

And just when Tim thinks he’s adjusted to that, Danny has to go and casually destroy him again.

“Morning, Polaris,” Danny says, voice soft and warm, and Tim nearly drops his coffee mug. Polaris. His chest tightens at the word, at the meaning behind it. The North Star—the one constant in the sky, the guide through uncertainty. That’s how Danny sees him? It’s almost too much. Tim has to physically turn around and pretend to check his phone, hiding the way his face burns and his throat tightens with something dangerously close to tears. Danny doesn’t just say it like it’s some throwaway nickname; he says it like it’s a promise, like he’s quietly reminding Tim just how much he means to him.

But the real killer? The absolute fatality? It’s when Tim overhears Danny talking about him to someone else.

“Oh yeah, Tim’s amazing,” Danny says, casually. “My man’s the smartest guy I know.”

My man.

Tim’s entire world stops. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until he exhales a few seconds later, completely dazed. My man. It’s not just that Danny’s saying it; it’s the way he says it. The pride in his voice, the casual possessiveness, the ease with which he claims Tim like that—like they’re already this unshakable thing. His. And Tim can’t believe it.

It doesn’t matter that they’ve been together for a while; hearing Danny claim him like that still makes him feel like he’s the luckiest person alive. Every time Danny says it, Tim can feel his heart racing, his head spinning.

And how could he not? He wants to give Danny everything. Every inch of himself, every breath, every dream, every fear. Tim wants to live his life wrapped in Danny’s laugh, stitched into the fabric of his love. If Danny wanted proof, Tim would carve his devotion into the stars themselves, would pluck out his own heart and place it in Danny’s hands as an offering. He’d give up anything, anyone, just to keep Danny smiling like that, to hear him say my man again.

Tim’s in a puddle, utterly lost in the warmth of it. His chest tightens, and he can’t stop the little smile that’s spreading across his face. My man. That’s his Danny. And God, if this is what it feels like to be loved by him, then Tim’s never going back.

And the thing is, Danny knows exactly what he’s doing. The way Tim lights up whenever he calls him something sweet? The soft little smile he tries to hide? Danny lives for it.

“Baby, are you okay?” Danny asks one day when Tim is just staring at him, dazed and lovestruck.

“Yeah,” Tim mumbles, his voice barely audible. “I just… like when you call me that.”

Danny grins, leaning closer. “What, baby?”

Tim nods, face bright red.

And from then on, it’s over. Tim is officially a nickname addict. Sweetheart, baby, honey, love—he eats it all up. It’s his lifeline. His kryptonite. And the best part? Danny never holds back.

MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

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Chapter 9

Miss Midnight announces the second event: Cavalry Battle! We have to form teams?!? I feel a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. What if no one picks me? Pushing the thought aside, I start looking around for potential teammates. As I scan the crowd, the purple-haired boy walks up to me, his expression unreadable. He says something, but I can’t make it out over the noise. I blink and lean in slightly.

“What?” I ask, my voice uncertain as I try to catch his words, and everything goes out of focusI feel myself moving, running, with something heavy on my shoulders. My body acts on its own, and I can’t figure out why. Suddenly, someone bumps into me, jolting me out of the haze. Blinking in confusion, I look around and realize I’m in a team. The purple-haired boy, whose name is apparently Shinso, as announced by Present Mic, is sitting on my shoulders. I glance around and see Ojiro and another boy from my class on the team as well, but they both have the same distant, glazed-over expression I must have had.

Before I can process it all, the Cavalry Battle ends, and somehow, we’ve taken third place. At least I won, I think, though a gnawing curiosity begins to form. What just happened? Could it have been Shinso’s quirk? Most likely.

Shinso climbs off our shoulders and walks away without a word. I turn to Ojiro, who looks thoroughly bewildered.

“Ojiro, were you also put into some sort of haze?” I ask, keeping my voice calm and polite.

“Yeah, how did you know?” he responds, looking more agitated by the second.

“I was under the same haze,” I explain, piecing it together. “I think it was that guy’s quirk. Some kind of mind-controlling ability.”

Ojiro’s expression twists into one of embarrassment. “God, I can’t believe the only reason I won was because of a mind-controlling quirk,” he mutters.

“Ojiro, don’t put yourself down like that,” I say firmly, trying to reassure him. “I’m sure even without being mind-controlled, the outcome would have been the same. You’re incredibly skilled at martial arts, and with your quirk, you could’ve won easily.”

“You really think so?” he asks, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Totally,” I reply with a big smile.

He gives me a small, grateful nod, and our conversation drifts to a close as lunchtime approaches. I head off with the girls, still mulling over what had just happened.

“I don’t even remember anything because I was under mind control,” I say, annoyance clear in my voice. “I think it was the quirk of that purple-haired boy, Shinso, the one who declared war on our class.”

“Oh, yeah. You were acting super weird during it. I was really surprised,” Mina says, her expression shifting as things seem to click into place.

As we keep talking, the girls brief me on what happened during the event. Before long, Mineta and Kaminari show up, grinning like they’re up to something.

“Hey, just so you know, Mr. Aizawa said all the girls are supposed to wear cheerleading uniforms for the next event,” Mineta announces smugly pointing at the cheerleaders.

Without hesitation, the girls nod, taking the statement at face value. Momo immediately starts using her quirk to create the uniforms.

I stand there, watching them, wondering how they don’t find the whole thing suspicious. But despite my doubts, I decide not to ruin the fun. If this is what they want to do, I’ll wear the uniform too. After all, this could end up being a funny memory we laugh about together in the future.

We head to the changing rooms to get dressed, and all I can think about is how short the skirt is. But, damn, it does a great job showing off my curves. As we finish and prepare to walk out, I already know the girls are going to be surprised—and definitely humiliated.

The moment we step onto the field, Present Mic’s voice booms over the speakers. “Get those foam fingers in the air. Its almost time for the last round! But before that, good news for everyone who didn´t make it to the finals. Since this is a sports festival, we’ve prepared some super fun side games everyone can participate in. We brought in cheerleaders from America to get your blood pumping. Hold on… Seems like Class 1-A is going full fan service!”

The reaction is immediate. Momo lets out a horrified scream, glaring daggers at Mineta and Kaminari. The rest of the girls look completely drained, like the life has been sucked out of them. Momo collapses to the ground, visibly distressed.

Ochako and I rush to her side, comforting her as best we can. Mina, however, steps forward with her usual optimism. “Come on, guys. Let’s just roll with it! If we’re already out here, we might as well cheer!”

Reluctantly(happily), (I)we all agree, deciding to make the best of an embarrassing situation.

"Have fun competing in these little side games, everyone! After they're over, the 16 students from the top four teams will duke it out one-on-one in a tournament-style fighting competition! I promise you're not gonna wanna miss these epic matchups!" Present Mic announces, his voice full of energy.

"Oh yeah, finally getting the chance to show what we're made of! I watch these finals every year, and now I'm actually in them!" Kirishima says, grinning with excitement.

"So, wait. Is it always a tournament?" Mina asks curiously.

"The final is always a one-on-one competition, but they switch it up every time. Last year, it was a foam sword-fighting match," I inform, my voice tinged with excitement.

"Come closer and draw lots to see who you're up against. Then enjoy the pleasure of the recreational games before we start. The sixteen finalists have the option of participating in those activities or sitting out to prepare for battle. I'm sure you all want to conserve your stamina. I'll start with the first-place team," Midnight says, holding up a yellow box with the lots written on the side. She begins moving toward us.

"Um, excuse me," Ojiro interrupts, raising his hand. "Sorry, but I'm withdrawing."

"Ojiro, no way!" Izuku exclaims as the crowd gasps in shock.

"But this is a rare chance for you to get scouted," Iida points out, adjusting his glasses.

"It just wouldn't be right. I barely remember anything from the cavalry battle until the very end. I... I think it was that guy's quirk," Ojiro explains, glancing over at Shinso, who looks away with a frown. "I know this is a great opportunity. I wish I could take advantage of it, but my conscience won't let me."

"Think about this," Izuku pleads, his voice filled with concern.

"I have, okay? Everyone gave their all in round two, but I was just someone's puppet. No way. I don't want to advance if I don't even know how I got here. It wouldn't be fair," Ojiro insists firmly.

"You're making way too much of this! Just kill it in the finals and prove you should be here," I encourage, trying to cheer him up.

"Yeah, what she said! I didn’t do much in the battle either," Mina adds with a shrug.

"That's not it. I'm talking about my pride here. I refuse to give that up," Ojiro says, covering his face in frustration. Then, as if suddenly noticing something, he asks, "Also, why are all the girls dressed like cheerleaders?"

"Listen to this guy! He's so manly!" Kirishima exclaims, practically sobbing with admiration.

"Well, now. Here's another weird turn of events," Present Mic comments with dramatic flair.

"We'll have to see what Midnight has to say about all this. She's the one in charge," Aizawa remarks dryly.

"This sort of talk is incredibly naïve, my boy. That turns me on! Ojiro, you're withdrawn!" Midnight declares, her voice playful and full of energy.

"Did she say it turns her on?" everyone asks in unison, their voices a mix of disbelief and embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I'll win it for you," Aoyama says confidently, placing a hand on Ojiro's shoulder with a sparkling smile.

"Now let's see. We'll need to move up a student from the fifth-place cavalry team so we have enough contestants," Midnight announces, her voice decisive.

"We were frozen most of the time. Honestly, we barely did anything in the cavalry battle. Isn't that right, girls?" Kendo from Class 1-B says, glancing at her teammates, who nod in agreement. "You should pick someone from the group that kept fighting the whole time—Team Tetsutetsu."

"Kendo!" Tetsutetsu interrupts, looking both surprised and touched.

"I'm not doing this as a Favor. It's just fair," Kendo replies with a casual shrug.

"Seriously, you guys! Thank you!" Tetsutetsu shouts, his gratitude overflowing as he steps forward after a brief discussion.

"And so, Tetsutetsu advances to the finals! Take a look at the bracket, my dears—these are your opponents!" Midnight announces with a dramatic flourish, gesturing toward the displayed matchups.

I look at matchups and see that I´m fighting Kaminari.

Kuramoto Sayuri

MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

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Chapter 7

I sit in a white room, the walls stretching endlessly, silent and sterile. I'm seated in a simple chair, staring into nothingness.

“Were you trying to die being so reckless?” a mysterious voice questions, cutting through the silence.

“I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to live. I’m afraid to die,” I reply, my tone apathetic, my gaze unmoving.

“So, you want to die, huh? Tell me, Sayuri, why is it that you want to die?” the voice presses.

I offer a small, empty smile. “Let’s turn that question around. Is there any value to this thing we call living?”

The voice suddenly shifts behind me. “Death is the point of living.”

I twist around, startled, and see... myself. “You look just like me,” I say, my voice tinged with agitation.

“Of course I do. I’m your subconscious. A figment of your imagination,” my doppelgänger replies calmly. “I think it’s time we wake up.”

As the words settle in the air, my vision blurs. My eyes flutter open, and I find myself in a hospital room. The sterile smell and soft hum of machines confirm my reality.

Apparently, I’ve been out for a few hours. As soon as my grandmother hears that I’m awake, she rushes into the room.

“Oh my god, I was so worried,” my grandmother—Kurata Minori, my mother’s mother—says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, I just passed out due to low nutrition,” I reply with a reassuring smile, gently placing my hand on her cheek.

After a long conversation with her, I’m finally cleared to leave. Before I’m discharged, though, the police arrive to question me.

“Relax, we’re just here to ask a few questions about what happened at the USJ,” the police officer reassures me.

I give them a brief recap of the events and then head home. Once I’m there, my grandmother informs me that we’ve been given a day off from school because of the incident.

After I get home, I check my phone and see a bunch of text messages from my friends. Smiling, I quickly start texting them back. A while ago the girls and I made a group chat named “Sun and Moon”.

Sun and Moon Group Chat:

Mina: "Hey, are you okay? You passed out at the USJ."

Kiyoka: "Sorry we couldn’t visit you in the hospital."

Ochaco: "Yeah, we were all still in shock from the attack."

Momo: "I sincerely apologize for not checking on you after everything that happened with the villains."

Sayuri: "Don’t worry, guys. I’m fine. I just passed out for a few hours because of low nutrition. It’s really okay that you didn’t visit me in the hospital."

Mina: "No offense, but seriously, you're so lucky! After you passed out, Todoroki carried you out!"

Sayuri: "Wait, really? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I was carried by Shoto Todoroki—the most handsome guy in our class!"

I spent my free day relaxing and eating.

"Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!" Iida yells, running up to the podium at the front of the class, arms spread wide for emphasis.

"Uh, we're all already sitting," Kirishima points out, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you're the only one standing," Sero agrees, looking amused.

"We were quiet too—until you barged in," I add with a smirk as Iida deflates and sits down at his desk. Don’t get me wrong—I like Iida, I really do, but sometimes he’s so over the top.

"Dang it!" Iida groans, clearly frustrated with himself.

"Don't sweat it," Uraraka says kindly from behind him.

"Hey, Tsu?" Mina leans back in her chair, nearly tipping over, but Tsu quickly catches it and steadies her.

"So, who do you think's gonna teach class today?" Mina asks casually.

"No clue. Mr. Aizawa’s still in the hospital recovering from his injuries," Tsu points out, her tone as steady as ever.

"I hope it’s Miss Midnight," I say, blushing slightly. "She’s so beautiful."

"Morning, class," a familiar voice says, cutting through the chatter.

We all turn in shock to see Mr. Aizawa standing at the classroom door, arms in slings and bandages covering most of his body.

"Mr. Aizawa, what are you doing here?" we all yell in unison, completely stunned.

"Whoa! What a pro," Kaminari says, clearly impressed.

"Mr. Aizawa, I’m so glad to see you’re okay," Iida says earnestly as Mr. Aizawa slowly makes his way to the podium.

"You call that okay?" Uraraka asks, her voice full of concern.

"My well-being is irrelevant. What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet," Aizawa informs us, his tone as direct as ever.

"Our fight?" Bakugo repeats, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't tell me," Midoriya says, looking genuinely worried.

"Not more bad guys!" Mineta begs, already sweating bullets. Of course, it’s obvious there won’t be more villains—UA wouldn’t deliberately put us in danger. They care too much about their reputation.

"The U.A. Sports Festival is about to start," Mr. Aizawa announces matter-of-factly.

"Yes!" Kirishima cheers, pumping his fist in excitement.

"Ugh! Why would you scare us like that?" we all yell, collectively exasperated.

"The Sports Festival!"

"Let’s go kick some ass!" Kirishima encourages with a grin.

"Wait a second!" Kaminari interjects, lightly smacking Kirishima in the face to quiet him down.

"Is it really such a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?" Jiro questions, her voice laced with doubt.

"They could attack once we’re all in the same place," Ojiro points out, frowning thoughtfully.

"Apparently, the administration thinks this is a good way to show that the threat has been handled and that our school is safer than ever. Plus, they're beefing up security compared to past years. This event is a huge opportunity for all students at U.A. It's not something we can cancel because of a few villains," Aizawa explains, his tone unyielding.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but why not? It's just a sports festival!" Mineta protests, his terror from the attack still evident in his voice.

"Huh? Mineta, don’t you know how important this competition is?" Midoriya asks, looking shocked by his classmate's question.

"Of course I do! I just don’t wanna get murdered," Mineta admits, his anxieties spilling out. Honestly, he’s got a point.

"Our sports festival is one of the most-watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone obsessed over the Olympic Games, but then Quirks started appearing. Now, the Olympics have been drastically reduced in terms of scale and viewership. For anyone who cares about competition, there’s only one tournament that matters: the U.A. Sports Festival," Aizawa announces, his voice firm and matter-of-fact.

"That’s right! And the top heroes everywhere will be watching. This is where you get scouted," Yaoyorozu encourages, her confidence shining through.

"Sure, unless you’re dead," Mineta mutters, his worry still palpable.

"She’s right. After graduating, a lot of people join pro agencies as a sidekick," Kaminari adds, holding up a thumbs-up in optimism.

"Yeah, but that’s as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks. Actually, that’s probably where you’re headed. You’re kinda dumb," Jiro says, completely crushing Kaminari’s dreams without a second thought.

"Yeah, but that’s as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks. Actually, that’s probably where you’re headed. You’re kinda dumb," Jiro says, completely crushing Kaminari’s dreams without a second thought.

"It’s true that joining a famous hero agency can give you greater experience and popularity. That’s why the festival matters. If you want to go pro one day, then this event could open the path for you. One chance a year. Three chances in a lifetime. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival. That means you better not slack off on your training," Mr. Aizawa warns, his tone firm.

"Yes, sir!" the entire class responds in unison.

"Class is dismissed," Mr. Aizawa says before leaving the room.

"That villain stuff sucked, sure, but I’m pumped for these games!" Kirishima shouts enthusiastically as the bell rings.

"If we put on a good show, we’re basically on the road to being pros!" Sero adds, his optimism infectious.

"Yeah, this is why I’m even here in the first place," Sato says, his voice filled with excitement.

"We get so few chances. We have to make the most of this," Tokoyami points out with his usual calm demeanour.

"I’m getting really nervous about the games. There’s no doubt we’ll be competing against everyone else during the games, and I’m terrible at close combat and physically weak. If someone hits me once, I go down in an instant," I complain, my voice tinged with anxiety.

"Well, you could always work more on close combat and making shields," Midoriya suggests thoughtfully.

"I guess you’re right," I reply, putting my hand on my chin as I fall deep in thought about the similarity between the Nomu and Midoriya. I should talk to him about it. Before I can dwell too long, someone’s voice snaps me out of it.

"My, what’s a boy to do? I stand out even when I’m standing still. That means the scouts won’t be able to take their eyes off me! Don’t you agree?" Aoyama says, leaning uncomfortably close to Koda. Koda nods vigorously, probably just to make him go away.

"Huh, you’re so lucky, Shoji. People are bound to notice your unique Quirk," Kaminari points out, his tone casual.

"Sure, but what matters is that I show them how useful I can be," Shoji replies calmly.

"No doubt you’ll make a scene, too," Jiro remarks to Kaminari, likely with her usual dry humour.

"This is gonna be nuts! Everyone’s so excited," Midoriya says, surprise evident on his face.

"Well, yeah, of course we are! We enrolled at this school with the sole aim of becoming heroes. So naturally, we’re all getting fired up," Iida says enthusiastically, wiggling in excitement.

"Wow, Iida. Those are some interesting moves. Ribbit," Tsu comments, holding her lunchbox and tilting her head slightly.

"You have to be excited, too, right, Midoriya?" Iida suggests, stepping closer to my brother.

"Well, yeah, of course, I am! And also... nervous," Midoriya admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"Deku! Iida! Let’s do our best in the sports festival," Uraraka encourages, her expression suddenly intense.

"Uraraka, what happened to your face?" Midoriya panics, leaning back slightly.

"Seriously, what’s up? You’re normally, like, the most laid-back girl ever," Ashido chimes in, appearing behind Iida and Midoriya.

"PMS?" Mineta dares to ask, and Tsu immediately slaps him with her tongue.

"Everyone! I’m gonna do my best!" Uraraka shouts, her voice brimming with determination.

"Yeah!" Midoriya and Iida cheer in unison.

Uraraka then turns to the rest of us, her energy unwavering. "I said, I’m gonna do my best!" she yells again.

"Got it," Sero responds, raising his hand lazily but with a small grin.

"Seriously, what’s up? You’re normally, like, the most laid-back girl ever," Ashido questions, popping up behind Iida and Midoriya.

"PMS?" Mineta blurts out, only to be swiftly slapped by Tsu’s tongue.

"Everyone! I’m gonna do my best!" Uraraka shouts, her voice echoing through the classroom.

"Yeah!" Midoriya and Iida cheer enthusiastically. Uraraka then turns to the rest of us, her energy still peaking.

"I said, I’m gonna do my best!" she yells again, her determination unwavering.

"Got it," Sero responds with a raised hand, his tone laid-back but amused.

"You, okay? Ya kinda look like you’re losing’ it," Kirishima asks, raising his fist in a supportive gesture.

"One more from my friends in the back! I say, I’m gonna do my best!" Uraraka yells even louder, her passion nearly shaking the room.

"Do you need to go see Recovery Girl or something? Did you hit your head? You’re acting like Bakugo," I say, my voice laced with concern as I tilt my head, studying her closely.

At lunch, Mina bounces in her seat, clearly full of energy. "Ochaco sure has been hanging out with Iida and Midoriya a lot," she observes.

"Yeah, but she usually eats lunch with them instead of us anyway, so what’s the big deal?" Kiyoka asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You think she likes one of them?" Mina teases, a huge grin on her face.

I nearly choke and spit out the water I’m drinking. "Sorry about that," I say, embarrassed.

"It’s fine, Sayuri," Momo assures me with a wave of her hand. "Even if she did like one of them, if she hasn’t told us, then it’s not really our business." She speaks with calm dignity.

We continue chatting, and the conversation shifts to the topic of privacy. Just as the discussion starts to get interesting, All Might bursts into the room.

"I AM HERE!" he declares loudly, making all of us jump and yell in surprise.

"All Might, you scared us!" I exclaim.

"Sorry about that," he says, scratching the back of his head. "But girls, do you mind if I borrow young Kuramoto for a moment?"

"Uh, sure. Go on, Sayuri," Kiyoka encourages me with a nod.

I stand up and follow All Might out of the cafeteria. "Sir, is this about me knowing about… your thing?" I ask discreetly, trying not to draw attention.

"Yes," he replies seriously as we walk down the hallway. "How much do you know?"

Before I can answer, I spot Midoriya waiting in the room we enter. "Midoriya?" I ask, surprised.

"Kuramoto-chan?" Midoriya echoes, equally startled.

"So, Midoriya knows about your injury. Well, I suppose that makes sense since you two are father and son," I remark casually, folding my arms.

"No, you’ve got the wrong idea!" they both say in unison, looking panicked.

I shake my head. "You guys have the same Quirk, and don’t lie to me—I can literally see your DNA. You also share similarities with Nomu Your Quirk is too much for your body. It feels… unnatural, like it was pushed into you. Either your father and son, or it was given to him, which shouldn’t be possible," I explain, my eyes narrowing.

All Might sighs heavily. "So, you know that much. I had hoped to keep this a secret," he admits.

"What do you mean by saying I share similarities with Nomu?" Midoriya asks, concern etched on his face.

"She means Nomu was given his Quirks, just like you," All Might explains as he gestures for me to sit beside Midoriya on the couch. "But Nomu was scientifically engineered with multiple Quirks to destroy me."

"What do you mean he was given his Quirk? That’s impossible," I say, leaning forward in shock.

"All Might?" Midoriya presses, his voice shaky.

"It’s fine. She already knows too much," All Might replies before explaining everything—how One for All is a Quirk that can be passed down from one person to another, how Midoriya became his successor due to his impending retirement, and the permanent damage he sustained in a past fight with a villain. He even tells me about his skinny form and how he can only use his powers for a short time now. "If you hadn’t healed me at the USJ, I would have been toast," he finishes.

"It’s a lot to take in," I admit, leaning back in my chair. "But I’m okay. I’m just surprised you told me all of this. I thought you’d try to lie about it."

"You figured out most of it already," All Might says with a wry smile. "Please, don’t tell anyone."

"I won’t," I promise. Then I turn to Midoriya with a reassuring smile. "If you ever need to talk, I’m here."

"Thank you," Midoriya says softly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "So you healed All Might at the USJ… is there any way you can fully heal him?"

I frown and look down. "No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m too weak. Manipulating organic matter takes an enormous amount of strength and control, and I still can’t do it well."

"It’s okay," Midoriya says, trying to reassure me, though the disappointment in his voice is evident.

The room falls silent until All Might shifts the conversation to the USJ incident, Midoriya’s full-strength punch against the Nomu, and the upcoming school festival. By the time lunch ends, the mood has lightened, and we part ways to head back to class.

After class ends. "Um, why the heck are you all here?" Uraraka yells, standing at the door where a large group of students blocks the doorway, gawking at us.

"Do you students have some business with our class?" Iida questions, stepping forward with a stern look.

"Why are you blocking our doorway? I won’t let you hold us hostage!" Mineta yells, his voice shaking slightly.

Bakugo stands, grabbing his bag. "They’re scouting out the competition, idiots. We’re the class that survived a real villain attack with their own eyes," he states bluntly, walking toward the door.

Mineta points to Bakugo, then looks at me for reassurance. I just smile, tilt my head, and casually put on my bag.

"Let’s just hope he doesn’t explode anybody," Midoriya whispers to Mineta as if trying to comfort him.

"At least now you know what a future pro looks like. Now move it, extras," Bakugo growls as he pushes his way through the crowd.

"You can’t call people extras just because you don’t know who they are," Iida protests, karate-chopping the air in frustration.

"So this is Class 1-A," a purple-haired boy says, stepping forward from the crowd. "I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional, or just you?"

"How sad to come here and find a bunch of egomaniacs. I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here, I was forced to choose a different track. Such is life. I didn’t cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the sports festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. And they’ll have to transfer people out to make room. Scouting the competition. Maybe some of my peers are, but I’m here to say if you don’t bring your very best, I’ll steal your spot right from under you. Consider this a declaration of war," he declares, his voice steady but sharp.

"Hey, you! I’m from Class 1-B, next door to you! We heard you fought some villains, and I came to see if that was true. But you’re just brats who think you’re better than us! Talk all you want! It’ll be embarrassing when you’re KO’d," a silver-haired boy yells from the back of the group.

Bakugo walks right through them, ignoring the comment.

"Don’t you ignore me!" the silver-haired boy shouts, his voice rising in frustration.

"Dude, where are you going? You gotta say something. It’s your fault they’re all hating on us, Bakugo!" Kirishima calls after him, his tone exasperated.

"These people don’t matter. The only thing that’s important is that I beat them," Bakugo says coldly, not looking back.

“I hate that that was such a manly exit.” Kirishima complained clenching his fist.

“You said it.” Sato says

“We have to beat them. he wasn´t wrong” Tokoyami says while looking down

“Yeah but this sucks.” Kaminari complained.

The sport festival is in Two weeks. The whole thing will be live on TV.

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Chapter 2

It’s the day of the Entrance Exam, and despite all my preparation, I can’t shake my nerves. I feel like laughing. I’ve spent an entire year getting ready for this moment, so logically, there’s no reason for me to feel this anxious. But maybe it’s just human nature to feel this way when faced with something that could shape your entire future. I applied for the General Studies course as well as the Hero Course, just in case things don’t go as planned.

It’s a good thing I woke up at 5:00 a.m. to prepare. It’s now 7:30, and I’ve already finished my morning workout, had breakfast, and squeezed in some extra studying. Factoring in the time it takes to walk, potential train delays, and any unexpected incidents, now is the perfect moment to leave. I grab my bag packed with my workout clothes and take one last glance in the mirror to adjust my school uniform before heading out.

“Sayuri, are you sure you have everything?” my grandmother calls from across the house.

“Yes, Grandma. Bye!” I reply as I step out the door.

Thankfully, everything goes according to plan, and I’m now sitting on the train, set to arrive early. As I scroll through my phone, passing the time until my stop, a man steps on my foot without so much as an apology. I wish I could kill him, but obviously, that’s not an option—I’m not going to risk prison over something so trivial. So, for the rest of the ride, I spend my time, imagining all the ways I could get even, until my stop arrives.

Standing in front of UA High, I feel really intimidated. I take a moment to look around, amazed by the grand entrance as I step inside. After finding the bulletin board, I check where I need to go for the written exam and make my way to Exam Room B. I complete the written exam quickly and with relative ease. Then was present mics speech about the exam in the auditorium. I sit in my assigned seat.

“What´s up UA Candidates thanks for tuning in to me your school DJ. Come on let me hear you” Present Mic shouts but everyone remains silent. I am so Excited. Pro Heros as our teachers. School will be so much fun. “Keeping it mellow huh, that’s fine I´ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is going to go down.”

“Like your application said, today you rocking boys and girls will be out there conducting mock battles in super hip urban settings. Alright my friend, after I drop my mic here you´ll head to your designated battle center sound good? Okay.” Present mic says and everyone stats to pick up their cards. Battle center H alright I can do this.

“Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle center. You earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty so choose wisely. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your Quirks to earn points by shredding the foe villains like a wicked guitar solo. Of course, attacking other examinees is a no, no you dig.”  I listen intently as he speaks. But then some guy with glasses stands up raising his hand. Excuse me sir, but I have a question." the guy said.

"Hit me," Present Mic said pointing at the boy and a spotlight hit the boy.

"On the printout you've listed four types of villains not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do. Additionally, you with the unkempt hair" the guy said and then pointed at a green haired boy, "You've been muttering this whole time. Stop that, if you can't bother to take this seriously then leave. You're distracting the rest of us." the guy said, and the boy covered his mouth muttering sorry. What an Asshole that glasses guy could have been nicer.

"Alright, alright. Examinee number 7111. Thank for calling in with your request. The fourth villain type is worth zone points. That guy's just an obstacle we'll be throwing in your way. There's one in every battle centre. Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It's not that it can't be beaten, but there's kinda no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the one's top of the chart." Present Mic said and the guy bowed.

"Thank you very much. Please continue," he said sitting down.

"That's all I got for you today. I'll sign off with a little present a sample of our school motto as General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down a true hero is one who overcomes lives misfortunes. Mmmm now that's a tasty sound bite. You ready to go beyond? Let's hear a plus ultra. Good luck. Hope you practised hitting more than just books." Present Mic finished.

Now I’m standing at the gate, feeling incredibly nervous. Everyone around me is talking, and I feel like I might throw up. Suddenly, Present Mic’s voice echoes, “Alright, let’s get started! There are no countdowns in real battles, so run, run, run!” The crowd surges forward, and I start running too. I quickly remember that I can fly but decide against using it. I know I can succeed without flying, and it’s better to keep that ability hidden for now. If I make it in, keeping my flight ability, a secret could give me an edge during the sports festival as my hidden weapon.

As I move further in, I start blasting every robot I see while charging ahead. Suddenly, I notice someone in danger of being struck by a robot. Instinctively, I create a shield around them and blast the robot away, sending it flying. I rush over to check on the person, only to see a set of floating clothes. A voice speaks, and I realize it’s a girl with an invisibility quirk. After making sure she’s okay, I return to blasting robots.

When the exam is finally announced as over, I take a seat and let myself rest. As soon as I go home, I´m going to eat everything I can see, I think to myself while turning the air into a bottle of water and taking a drink.

1 Week later:

I jog down the road, counting the days since the UA entrance exams—it's been a week, and I’ve been anxiously waiting for the results. As I return home, my grandmother rushes toward me, a letter in hand. “Sayuri! The letter from UA has arrived!” she exclaims excitedly. My eyes widen, and I snatch the letter from her hands before dashing to my room to open it. I sit at my desk and carefully peel open the envelope, and a circular metal thing fell out and it projected a screen.

"I am here." All Might appeared on the screen, " Sayuri Kuramoto you did extremely well on your written exam. You are probably wondering why I'm giving you your results, well it's because starting this term I am the newest teacher at U.A. high school haha. You Sayuri Kuramoto also did well on your practical exam and managed to get 40 attack points, but that is not all here at U.A. We like to take into account what really makes a hero and that is protecting people and so we had a panel of judges watch from behind the scenes and they would give out points to whoever they saw perform a heroic attack and give you rescue points you 15 rescue points putting you in 4th place getting you into U.A.'s Class 1 A hero course. Welcome you have made it."

As soon as I hear All Might say that, I dash outside to share the news with my grandmother. The moment I tell her, she embraces me tightly, overwhelmed with joy.

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Chapter 8

Tomorrow is the sports festival, and the past two weeks have been intense. I've been training hard with Izuku, pushing myself to improve my stamina and reaction time. At least now, I don’t have to rely solely on my powers. We had focused on hand to hand combat without the use of quirks. We have gotten closer in the past two weeks especially since I know his secret.

I lay in bed as I slowly drift off to sleep.

I’m back in the same white room, sitting in the same chair I was in when I fainted at the USJ. Suddenly, I hear a voice.

“Hey.”

“Holy shit!” I scream, startled, whipping my head around to look for the source.

“Relax, it’s just your subconscious talking.” And then, out of nowhere, my subconscious—who looks exactly like me—appears in front of me.

“No sane person should be able to talk to their own subconscious in a dream!” I yell at her.

“Maybe it’s because you’re special. Most people’s subconscious speaks symbolically, but I’m directly talking to you. It’s because you’re so self-aware, and you’re not exactly sane.” she explains as a chair materializes out of thin air, and she casually sits on it.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” I admit, slowly calming down. “But why are you talking to me right now? The last time you appeared was when I fainted at the USJ.”

“Because I only show up when you’re extremely stressed,” she replies matter-of-factly. “Your mind decides it needs someone to talk to, and since you have no one, you can truly bare your soul to without fearing they’ll leave your life forever, I’m here. So, what’s your problem now? Oh, wait—it must be hard to talk comfortably in a blank room like this. Let’s fix the scenery, shall we?”

Before I can respond, the white room fades, and we’re suddenly at a beautiful lake surrounded by towering trees. We’re sitting on a cozy picnic blanket, the sunlight glimmering off the water’s surface.

“So now, tell me. What’s bothering you?” my doppelganger asks, her voice calm and steady as the sound of birds chirping fills the air around us.

“I’ve been thinking about the future,” I admit, staring at the shimmering lake. “Will I have to pretend to be someone else for my entire life just to be liked? I’m not a good person, and the people who stay when they see my true personality are just as bad as I am. All my friends are working so hard to become their best versions, but there’s no ‘best version’ of me. I feel completely alone. Sometimes, I think maybe it’s better that way.”

My eyes burn, and before I know it, tears spill over. I start sobbing uncontrollably, my chest aching with every word.

“I see,” my subconscious says, her voice laced with both indifference and amusement. “I would comfort you, but I hate you just as much as you hate yourself,” she adds with a cruel smile.

“But you’re my subconscious! How can you act like your own entity, speaking as if you’re a separate person?” I ask, my voice cracking, tears still streaming down my face.

“Because it makes you feel like you’re talking to a real person,” she replies, shrugging as if it’s obvious. “It makes you feel less lonely.”

The sun continues to shine brightly, the birds keep chirping, and a gentle breeze brushes against my tear-streaked face. The world seems serene despite the chaos inside me. After a while, my tears slow, and I manage to catch my breath.

“You’ve stopped crying. Are you alright now?” my subconscious asks, her expression unreadable.

“No, I’m not alright,” I admit quietly. “But there’s no point in crying anymore. I’m tired of this.”

As the words leave my mouth, my vision begins to blur. The scene fades, and I hear her voice one last time.

“You’re waking up,” she says, her tone soft but distant.

Right now, I’m standing outside U.A., taking in the sight of the heightened security. Getting in isn’t easy—they check me twice before finally letting me through. I can’t help but wish my grandmother could’ve come to see me today, but her health doesn’t allow her to go out much anymore. Still, she promised to watch everything on TV, so that thought gives me some comfort.

As I step inside, I notice the hustle and bustle. Multiple stalls are still being set up, workers moving quickly to prepare for the day. The energy in the air is electric, and it only makes my nerves tingle more.

I head straight to the changing rooms, slipping into my sports uniform. The fabric feels snug and ready for action.

“Aw man. I was totally hoping I could wear my costume.” Mina complains, crossing her arms in disappointment.

“At least everyone´ll be in uniforms. That´ll keep things fair right?” Ojiro suggests

“I wonder what they have in store for us in the first round.” Sato voices

“No matter what they´ve prepared we must persevere.” Tokoyami insists

“Right.” Shoji agrees

“Everyone get your game faces on! We´re entering the arena soon!” Iida shouts, his voice filled with energy. My heart starts pounding against my chest, and Sweat forms on my palms

“Swallow your fear, Swallow your fear! Swallow your fear.” Mineta chants, drawing crosses on his hand and pretending to eat them. For once, I never thought I’d relate to the class pervert this much

“Midoriya.” Todoroki calls out, walking up to him with a serious expression.

“Hey, Todoroki. what’s up?” Midoriya asks, halting his calming breaths to turn toward our classmate. A strange tension fills the air, and I can't shake the feeling that something big is about to happen.

"From an objective standpoint, I think it's fairly clear that I'm stronger than you," Todoroki states matter-of-factly.

"Uh... um, yeah," Midoriya stammers, clearly caught off guard.

"However," Todoroki continues, "you've got All Might in your corner, helping you out. I'm not here to pry about what's going on between you two. But know this—I will beat you." His blunt challenge leaves no room for misinterpretation. Oh, wow, he’s ridiculously observant. But to be fair, they weren’t exactly subtle about keeping that a secret.

"Ah, what's with all these declarations of war lately?" Kaminari groans, exasperated, as Kirishima steps up to Todoroki.

"Seriously, what is with him?" Mina whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, what's the big deal? Why’re you picking a fight all of a sudden and right before we get started..." Kirishima asks, placing a firm hand on Todoroki's shoulder.

"We're not here to be friends. Don’t forget. This isn’t a team effort," Todoroki replies curtly, turning to walk away. God, he is so cool.

"Wait a sec, Todoroki," Midoriya calls after him, stepping forward. "I don’t know what’s going through your head or why you think you need to tell me that you’ll beat me. And, yeah, of course, you’re better than me. In fact, you probably have way more potential than anyone in the hero course. That’s why you got in so easily."

"Midoriya, maybe you're being a little hard on yourself—and on us," Kirishima suggests, holding up his hands in a calming gesture.

"No, he's right, you guys. All the other courses—they’re coming for us with everything they’ve got. We’re all gonna have to fight to stand out. And I’ll be aiming for the top, too," Midoriya asserts, his resolve clear. Not me, though. I just want to fit in while standing out. Yeah, it sounds weird, but it makes sense in my head.

"Fine," Todoroki replies, his expression unreadable as the challenge is silently accepted.

"Hey-o! Make some noise, all you rabid sports fans!" Present Mic’s booming voice echoes through the stadium. "Get those cameras prepped, media hordes! This year, we’re bringing you some of the hottest performances in U.A.'s festival history, guaranteed! I've only got one question before we start this show. Are you ready? Let me hear you scream as our students make their way to the main stage!"

The crowd erupts in cheers as we step onto the field.

"All Might, I won’t let you down," Midoriya mutters beside me, his voice low but full of determination.

I stop, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "It’s going to be alright," I say with a reassuring smile.

Midoriya looks up at me, gratitude shining in his eyes, and nods. We continue walking, and I glance at the roaring crowd, smiling and giving a small wave.

"Welcome back to the U.A. Sports Festival, where up-and-coming heroes leave everything on the field as they fight for the chance to achieve worldwide fame and celebrity!" Present Mic’s voice rings out. "This first group are no strangers to the spotlight! You know them from withstanding a villain attack. They’re the dazzling students lighting up your TVs with solid-gold skills. That’s right—it’s the hero course students of Class 1-A!" Wow, playing favourites already.

"Are we supposed to be waving?" Uraraka asks, glancing at me as I continue waving enthusiastically.

"Who cares? The crowd loves it, and it makes a statement," Mina says, joining in with an energetic wave. A few others follow her lead, though some look hilariously stiff while doing it.

"Uh... I didn’t know there’d be so many people," Midoriya stammers, his wide eyes scanning the enormous crowd.

"I hope we’re still able to give our best performances, even though all these eyes are watching us. I suppose it’s just another aspect of being a hero we’ll all have to get used to," Iida points out, his tone serious as always.

"Present Mic sure talked us up a lot. Kinda makes me nervous. How you feelin’, man?" Kirishima asks Bakugo, waving awkwardly at first before loosening up and going for it more naturally.

"I’m not worried," Bakugo says, his lips curling into a scary grin. "Makes me wanna win this thing even more." Of course, he’s not waving. Classic Bakugo.

"And behind them! They haven’t been getting as much screen time, but this next group is still chock-full of talent! Welcome, hero course Class 1-B!" Present Mic’s voice booms across the stadium as the next group enters.

"Next up, the general studies classes C, D, and E! Support classes F, G, and H! And finally, the business classes I, J, and K! Give it up for all of U.A.'s first-year contestants!" Present Mic cheers, and the crowd roars in response.

The energy is electric, the stadium buzzing with excitement. It’s overwhelming but thrilling all at once.

"Now, for the introductory speech!" Midnight calls, standing confidently. Her outfit makes my face flush.

"Uh, someone should really talk to Ms. Midnight about what she’s wearing," Kirishima mutters, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, that costume should come with a warning," Denki adds, blushing just like most of us, except for a few who manage to keep their cool.

"Is that really appropriate apparel for a high school event?" Tokoyami questions, his tone as calm as ever.

"Silence, everyone!" Midnight commands, flicking a red cat-o'-nine-tails whip. My eyes widen—why is she carrying something that looks like it belongs in a medieval dungeon?

"And now, for the student pledge, we have Katsuki Bakugo!" she announces. Bakugo strides forward, his usual confident scowl firmly in place.

"Uh... he’s the first-year rep?" Midoriya leans toward me, whispering in disbelief.

"I guess that hothead did finish first in the entrance exams," Sero points out, shrugging.

"Only for the hero course exams," a general studies student mutters bitterly, just loud enough for us to hear.

"Oh, right," Midoriya says, agreeing without hesitation.

"That girl clearly hates us," Sero whispers, nodding toward the annoyed general studies student.

"Yeah, and we’ve got Bakugo to thank for them not liking our class," Denki adds, shaking his head.

"She doesn’t just hate us; she looks like she hates this whole thing in general," I correct. "I mean, imagine being in general studies and having to compete against the people who got the spots you probably wanted."

Bakugo steps up to the microphone, his expression cocky as ever. "I just wanna say I’m gonna win," he declares.

The entire crowd erupts in boos.

"Why would you be so disrespectful? You’re representing all of us!" Iida exclaims, karate-chopping the air like he’s trying to knock some sense into Bakugo.

"It’s not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory," Bakugo says with a sneer, giving the crowd a dramatic thumbs-down.

"I’m gonna crush this overconfident jerk! I can’t wait to knock him down a size!" yells the silver-haired guy from earlier, glaring daggers at Bakugo as he walks off the stage, completely unfazed by the reaction.

"Without further ado, it's time for us to get started!" Midnight announces with a dramatic flair.

"UA really doesn’t believe in letting us catch a breath, huh?" Uraraka says, her voice carrying a hint of nervous laughter.

"This is where you begin feeling the pain! The first fateful game of the festival!" Midnight exclaims, gesturing toward a large screen above her. The wheel displayed begins spinning rapidly, and the suspense builds in the air.

"What could it be?" she teases as the wheel slows, finally landing on "Obstacle Race."

"Ta-da!" Midnight cheers, throwing her arms up with excitement.

"So, it’s gonna be an obstacle course," Midoriya reads aloud, his brow furrowing as he processes the challenge.

"All 11 classes will participate in this treacherous contest. The track is four kilometres long and circles the outside of the stadium. I don’t want to restrain anyone, at least not in this game," Midnight explains, licking her lips in a way that makes several of us shift uncomfortably. "As long as you don’t leave the course, you’re free to do whatever your heart desires! Now then, take your places, contestants." She gestures toward a massive gate with three green lights glowing overhead.

We line up, the tension thick in the air as everyone readies themselves.

"Begin!" Midnight calls out the moment the last light switches off, and the crowd surges forward, racing toward the gates like a wave crashing against a cliff.

"And we’re off to a racing start!" Present Mic’s voice booms over the speakers. "What should we pay attention to in the first stages of the race?"

"The doorway," Aizawa says dryly, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd as the narrow hall ahead becomes a chaotic bottleneck, students jostling for space to break through.

Oh, hell no! There’s no way I’m getting stuck in this chaos. I could just fly over the crowd, but should I keep it a secret a little longer? No, forget that—I should just fly. I’ll aim for fourth place. That’s the safest bet. I fly over the crowd as I hear gasps and look down to see the floor frozen and Todoroki saying “Apologizes.”

 “That didn´t work on me the first time, did you really think it would this time!” I called

“No, but it seems like you’re not the only one who avoided my attack.” Todoroki mused. As I flew over him.

“Nice trick Todoroki.” Momo called.

“I won´t let you get away so easily, you Icy-hot bastard!” Bakugo yells and I become annoyed at the sound of his voice.

"You froze me in place once before, it won't happen again.” Ojiro Yells.

“I didn't expect so many people to dodge that, especially those from other classes,” Todoroki says coldly, glancing back at the chaos behind him.

“You think you're so cool, but I've outsmarted you, Todoroki! Eat this, my special attack!” Mineta yells before getting hit by one of the giant robots from the entrance exams.

“Oh! And enemies have shown up out of nowhere!” Present Mic announces as I pretend to freeze midair, lowering myself to the ground.

They’re the zero-pointers from the entrance exams. Great. I hesitate, wondering if my energy blast is strong enough to take them down. Or maybe I should turn the metal into oxygen? No, that’d freak the crowd out too much.

“The stakes are high! We've got a whole school of top-notch students trying to be heroes, but do they really stand a chance against our heavy metal swarm of Robo Infernos?" Present Mic continues, his voice electric.

I snap out of my thoughts, catching bits of the banter between him and Aizawa.

“The first-year students are already off to a rockin’ start! And it’s only the first round! Talk about a cool obstacle course! Our players are racing against each other in a vicious battle where anything goes, as long as they stay on the track. We'll keep you updated with live action thanks to the camera robots scattered around the course!”

“Why do you even need me here?” Aizawa mutters dryly.

While I’m distracted, Todoroki moves ahead, freezing the robots solid.

“So, this is what the other students faced in their entrance exams? They obviously went through a lot of trouble, but I wish they prepared something more difficult. Especially since my dear old dad is watching,” Todoroki says, his voice sharp and focused.

I float off the ground just in time to avoid his ice attack and land on the ground, eyes wide as the robot begins to topple.

“Careful now,” Todoroki warns. “I froze them while they were off balance. On purpose.”

“Are you trying to kill people?! There might not be any rules, but there are still laws!” I yell, glaring at him.

"That's Todoroki from Class 1-A pulling ahead to an early lead with a devastating display! Amazing! He’s definitely one to watch—it almost seems unfair, don’t you think?” Present Mic says, his voice brimming with excitement.

“His attack was both offensive and defensive,” Aizawa adds calmly.

“No wonder he got in on recommendation! He's never even faced these Robo Infernos before, but they didn’t stand a chance against his chart-topping moves!” Present Mic cheers.

I take a deep breath and focus, flying forward and blasting the robots out of my way. My flight might not be the fastest, but it’s definitely more efficient than running through this madness.

“Oh, what’s that? Class 1-A’s Kuramoto is flying forward, blasting those robots out of her path—how rocking is that! And look at Class 1-A’s Bakugo, rocketing over the obstacles! Clever moves from both students!” Present Mic narrates, but I tune him out to stay focused.

Soon enough, Bakugo rockets past me, locked in a fierce competition with Todoroki, who isn’t giving an inch. Then a massive explosion echoes behind us.

We all glance back to see Midoriya using explosions to propel himself forward. I can’t help but smile as he rockets ahead.

I slow down intentionally, keeping my plan in mind. Fourth place is the goal, and I don’t want to stand out too much.

As I cross the finish line, just where I wanted, I glance over to see Midoriya crying tears of joy and relief. I can’t help but feel proud—for him and for myself.

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Words: 4k Warnings: Cursing, Violence

Chapter 6

"Today's training is a little different. You'll have three instructors—me, All Might, and another faculty member—monitoring you," Mr. Aizawa announces once everyone is settled. 

"Sir! What kind of training is this?" Sero asks, raising his hand. 

"Rescue," Aizawa replies, holding up a card. "You'll be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, and situations like that."

Rescue training. It sounds boring, but I guess a hero needs to be versatile to stand out—like All Might. He doesn’t just fight villains; he’s known for incredible rescue missions too; I think to myself.

"Disasters, huh? Sounds like we're in for a big workout," Kaminari remarks. 

"Totally," Mina agrees, her excitement bubbling over. 

"Real hero stuff. This is what separates the men from the boys. I'm shakin' with excitement!" Kirishima exclaims enthusiastically. 

"Finally, I'll get to show off how good I am in water. Ribbit," Tsu adds confidently. 

"Everyone! I don’t think Mr. Aizawa is finished talking," I point out, cutting through the chatter. 

"I wasn’t," Aizawa confirms, making everyone gasp. "What you wear in this exercise is up to you. I know you're excited about costumes... but keep in mind that you haven’t gotten used to them yet, and they might limit your abilities. This special training is at an off-campus facility, so we’ll be taking a bus to get there. That’s all. Start getting ready," Mr. Aizawa instructs before leaving the room, opening the panels that reveal our hero suitcases as he goes. 

"Deku? Why are you wearing your PE clothes? Where's your costume?" Uraraka asks, tilting her head curiously. 

"You saw it after the combat training. It was kinda trashed. I'm still waiting on the support company to fix it up," Midoriya explains with an awkward smile. 

A sudden whistle blows right next to me, making me jump. 

"Where'd you even get that?" I complain, glaring at Iida.

Oh, shit. I momentarily lose my temper. I need to do better at controlling it. Thank God he doesn’t seem angry, I just have to play it of as playful banter. I think as my panic begins to settle.

"Gather around, Class 1-A! Using your student numbers, form two neat lines so we can load the bus efficiently," Iida announces, still blowing that whistle relentlessly. 

I use my quirk to snatch it from him, sending it flying. "No whistles," I say firmly, crossing my arms into an X. 

"But how will I get everyone's attention?" Iida flails his arms dramatically, clearly distressed. 

"Iida, if you want to get people’s attention, you need to do it in a way that doesn’t annoy them," I reply with a small smile. 

"The bus’s open layout ruins my boarding strategy," Iida complains, looking genuinely frustrated. 

"Iida, you really need to chill," Mina teases, smirking from beside him. 

"If we’re pointing out the obvious, then there’s something I want to say… about you, actually," Tsu says, turning her attention to Midoriya. 

" What is it Asui?" Midoriya asks.

"I told you to call me Tsu," she insists, her tone firm yet casual. 

"Oh, yeah. Right," Midoriya mumbles, blushing and starting to sweat. 

"That power of yours—doesn’t it seem a lot like All Might’s?" Tsu suggests, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. 

Yeah, it’s just like All Might’s quirk—because it *is* All Might’s quirk. They have the same one. I really want to ask Midoriya about it, but what if I come across as nosy? The thought nags at me as I try to decide what to do.

"What? Really? You think so, huh? I never really thought about that. I guess it’s kinda similar..." Midoriya stammers, sweating and visibly flustered. 

"Wait, hold on, Tsu. You’re forgetting that All Might doesn’t hurt himself. That makes a huge difference," Kirishima points out before scratching the back of his head. "Still, I bet it’s cool to have a simple augmenting type of quirk. You can do a lot of flashy stuff with it. My hardening’s super strong and can destroy bad guys in a fight, but it doesn’t look all that impressive," he adds, sounding a little down on himself. 

"Oh, no way! I think it’s really awesome looking. You’re definitely pro material with a quirk like that," Midoriya says sincerely, trying to lift Kirishima’s spirits. 

"You really think so? Still, it seems like it’d be easier to be a popular hero if I had something flashier," Kirishima replies, a hint of doubt lingering in his voice. 

"No one’s going to care if your quirk is flashy or not when you save them," I chime in, stating it as an undeniable fact. 

“You really think so?” Kirishima asks.

“Of course.” I reply with a smile.

"My Navel Laser has the perfect combination of panache and strength," Aoyama declares, clearly proud of himself. 

"But it’s way lame if it gives you a stomach-ache, sweetie," Mina teases, softening the blow with a pat on Aoyama’s shoulder. 

"Well, if any of our classmates have pro quirks, it’s Todoroki, Kuramoto, and Bakugo," Kirishima points out, nodding toward them. 

"Sure, but Bakugo’s always angry, so he’ll never be that popular," Tsu says matter-of-factly. 

That’s true, but some people like being degraded, and with his good looks, he’ll probably be super popular with the ladies, I think to myself, glancing at Bakugo. 

"What’d you say? I’ll kick your ass!" Bakugo snaps, standing up abruptly. 

"You see?" Tsu says, casually pointing at him. 

"You know, we basically just met you, so it’s kinda telling that we all know your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage," Kaminari remarks, smirking. 

"You’re gonna regret the day you applied to this school, you loser! I’ll kill you!" Bakugo roars, his voice echoing. 

"Whoa, look!" I interrupt, stepping in to stop the fight and pointing toward the massive structure ahead. "Is that the arena we’re using for rescue training?" I ask.

"Yes, now quiet down," Mr. Aizawa orders, his voice cutting through the chatter. 

"Yes, sir," everyone agrees in unison. 

"Hello, everyone! I've been waiting for you!" Thirteen greets us as we step off the bus. 

"It’s the space hero, Thirteen! The chivalrous pro who’s rescued tons of people from disasters across the world!" Midoriya lists excitedly, his eyes shining. 

"Woo-hoo! Thirteen is one of my favourite heroes!" Uraraka exclaims, her enthusiasm matching Midoriya’s. 

"I can’t wait to show you what’s inside!" Thirteen gestures toward the entrance with a wide grin. 

"This is going to be awesome!" we all cheer in unison. 

We step into a massive dome filled with several different sections—two large tents, one with fire and the other with clouds, a large lake, a mountain zone, and a ruined city. In the center, a fountain offers a clear view of each section. 

"Holy crap! It looks like some kind of amusement park!" Kirishima exclaims, his eyes wide with excitement. 

"A shipwreck. A landslide. A fire. A windstorm. Et cetera. I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different types of disasters," Thirteen explains, pointing around at the different areas. "I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. But you can call it USJ!"

"A shipwreck. A landslide. A fire. A windstorm. Et cetera. I created this training facility to prepare you for different types of disasters," Thirteen explains, gesturing around at the various sections. "I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. But you can call it USJ!" 

"Hey, shouldn’t All Might be here already? Let me guess—he booked an interview instead," Aizawa mocks as he walks over to Thirteen, and they both lower their voices. 

"The clock’s ticking, we should get started," Aizawa suggests, his tone serious. 

"Excellent. Before we begin, let me just say one thing. Well, maybe two things. Possibly three, four, or five," Thirteen rambles on, clearly excited. 

"We get it!" the class calls out in unison, amused by Thirteen’s enthusiasm. 

"Listen carefully. I’m sure you’re aware that I have a powerful Quirk. It’s called Black Hole. I can use it to suck up anything and turn it into dust," Thirteen explains, proudly showcasing their unique ability. 

"Yeah, you’ve used Black Hole to save people from all kinds of disasters before, haven’t you?" Midoriya agrees excitedly, clearly impressed.

Wouldn’t Black Hole be more useful for killing than rescuing? I think to myself, and as if thirteen reads my mind, she says, 

"That’s true, but my Quirk could also very easily be used to kill," Thirteen informs, making the entire class gasp. I pretend to be surprised and gasp along with them.

"Some of you also have powers that can be dangerous. In our superhuman society, all Quirks are certified and stringently regulated, so we often overlook how unsafe they can actually be. Please don’t forget that if you lose focus or make the wrong move, your powers can be deadly. Even if you're trying to do something virtuous, like helping rescue someone. Thanks to Aizawa's fitness tests, you have a solid idea of your Quirk’s potential. And because of All Might’s combat training, you likely experienced how dangerous your powers can be when used against other people. Carry those lessons over to this class. Today, you’re going to learn how to use your Quirks to save people’s lives. You won’t be using your powers to attack enemies or each other, only to help. After all, that’s what being a hero is all about—ensuring the safety of others." 

That’s all I have to say. Thank you so much for listening," Thirteen bows, and I think to myself She is so awesome! As we all cheer in agreement.

"Right. Now that that’s over..." Aizawa starts, but suddenly the lights in the dome flicker out. Something black and swirling appears in front of the fountain, the lights sputtering on and off. 

"Stay together and don’t move! Thirteen, protect the students!" Aizawa orders, his voice sharp and commanding. 

“What is that thing? … Wait, has the training started already? I thought we were rescuing people,” Kirishima asks, his voice tinged with agitation. 

“Stay back,” Mr. Aizawa commands as he puts on his goggles. “This is real. Those are villains.” As soon as Mr. Aizawa says that, I freeze, so many possibilities running through my mind.

“What? Real villains? No way. How could so many of them get into a UA facility this secure?” Kirishima asks, his worry evident as he glances around nervously. 

“Because that Villains has a portal quirk.” I say and point at the shadowy figure at the fountain.

“Wait how do you know that?” Midoriya Questions.

“His DNA. I don´t just manipulate matter but also see it.” I reply. 

"Why aren’t the alarms going off?" Yaoyorozu points out, her voice sharp with concern. 

"Good question. I’m not sure," Thirteen admits, and we all gasp in unison. 

"Is the entire campus under attack? Or is this their only target?" Todoroki begins, his voice calm but focused. "Either way, if the alarm sensors aren’t being triggered, then one of these villains must have a Quirk that’s masking their presence here. They carefully chose this isolated facility as an entry point at a time when a class was being taught. They’re fools for trespassing here, but they’ve clearly thought this out. Whatever their plan, they must have a concrete objective in mind. But what is it?" he analyses, his

"Thirteen, get them out of here and alert the main campus. Actually, if they’ve got the ability to block our sensors, they might be jamming our regular communications too. Kaminari, try using your Quirk to contact the school," Aizawa directs, his voice firm. 

"Yes, sir!" Kaminari responds immediately, placing his hand on his headgear. 

"What are you gonna do? You can’t fight them on your own! There’s too many of them. Even if you can nullify their Quirks, your fighting style’s not suited for this. Your power works best in stealth and one-on-one fights. That’s not gonna help with a group!" Midoriya blurts out, practically mansplaining Mr. Aizawa’s Quirk to him. 

"You can’t be a pro if you only have one trick," Mr. Aizawa replies, his goggles now fully on and his expression resolute. "I’ll leave it to you, Thirteen." 

Without hesitation, Aizawa leaps down the stairs like he’s flying, landing smoothly and maintaining his momentum as he charges at the villains. His scarf flashes out, erasing their Quirks in an instant. With a fluid motion, he captures three villains in his weapon, slamming them together and knocking them unconscious in one seamless attack. 

"Move!" Thirteen shouts, and we all sprint after her toward the exit, adrenaline surging as the situation escalates. 

"Whoa, he’s holding them off. I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated him," Midoriya says, still lagging behind us. 

"Come on, Midoriya!" I yell, urging him to pick up the pace. 

"This is no time to be analysing. We have to go!" Iida calls out, his voice sharp with urgency. 

Suddenly, a shadowy portal materializes in front of us, forcing us all to skid to a halt. 

"There is no escape for you," the villain steps through, his voice calm yet menacing. "It’s a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it’s impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves into this haven of justice to say hello. And besides, isn’t this a fitting place for All Might, the symbol of peace, to take his last breath? I believe he was supposed to be here today, and yet I see no sign of him. There must’ve been some sort of change in plans we could not have foreseen. Ah, well, in the end, I suppose it doesn’t matter. I still have a role to play." 

"Wait, no!" I call out as Bakugo and Kirishima suddenly charge at the villain without hesitation. 

Bakugo’s explosion erupts on impact, creating a thick smoke screen that temporarily obscures the portal villain.

"Did you think we were just gonna stand around and let you tear this place to shreds?" Kirishima shouts defiantly, his fists clenched.

"Seriously, why are you guys running towards danger? You’re supposed to be running away from it! What the hell is wrong with you people?" I yell, panic rising in my voice.

"You live up to your school’s reputation," the villain says mockingly. "But you should be more careful, children. Otherwise, someone might get hurt." His tone is calm, but the threat is chilling.

"You two, get out of the way right now!" Thirteen yells, her voice sharp with urgency.

"I’ll scatter you across this facility to meet my comrades… and your deaths!" the villain declares, and suddenly, we’re surrounded by the swirling darkness of his shadowy portal.

"What’s going on?" Iida shouts, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The next thing I know, I’m plummeting toward the landslide zone. 

"Crap!" I squeak, activating my powers to fly down and slow my descent. 

I really wanted to keep the fact that I can fly a secret. I had this whole plan where, when I finally revealed it, everyone would be like, *"Since when can you fly?"* and I’d casually reply, *"Since forever."* But this? This is a life-or-death situation. No time for keeping secrets now. 

I start scanning my surroundings, trying to see if anyone else is here, but my thoughts are interrupted by a voice. 

"You were right about that guy being able to portal us, but where are the others?" Todoroki questions, his tone calm but alert. 

"I think it’s just us here. He said he’d scatter us around the facility," I reply, pointing toward the centre. "We’re in the landslide zone. I got a good look while I was in the air—it’s a couple of miles that way to the centre. But our classmates are probably in the other rescue zones." 

As I finish speaking, figures start emerging from the shadows ahead of us. 

"Villains," Todoroki confirms, his voice sharp, and my mind begins racing. 

What should I do? My thoughts spiral. I could just blast them, but my feet won’t move. No, I just have to act. I could freeze their feet to the ground… but Todoroki’s probably planning to do that. And he’s better at it anyway. So maybe… if he freezes them, I can use my power to make a rope and tie them up.

As if reading my mind, Todoroki freezes the villains’ feet to the ground in an instant. I jump into action, forming a rope from thin air and quickly binding them. 

"That was way too easy. These guys came here to take on All Might?" I frown, glancing at the restrained villains. 

"Aren’t you embarrassed to lose to two children?" Todoroki taunts with a smirk. "For God’s sake, you’re adults. Put up a real fight." 

"So the plan was to scatter us and then kill us," Todoroki scoffs, his voice icy and disdainful. "You were woefully unprepared. In fact, it looks to me like you’ve had no training at all. You haven’t the slightest idea how to use your Quirks." 

He steps forward, and I glide along beside him, using my Quirk to skate across the ice just like we practiced in combat training. 

"This power... they had us the instant we were warped here," one of the villains stammers, teeth chattering from the cold. 

"They’re not kids—they’re monsters! So cold..." another whimpers, huddling in on himself. 

"How do they plan to kill All Might?" Todoroki muses, his tone calm yet cutting. "At first, I thought they’d gathered a force of elite criminals who could simply overpower him." 

He glances at the shivering villains and shakes his head. "Which obviously can’t be their master plan. Most of these villains are low-level thugs. Just pawns." 

"From what I can tell, there are only three or four truly dangerous people here," I suggest, trying to piece together the situation. "If that’s the case, then what we need right now is more information." 

Todoroki nods in agreement before stepping closer to one of the villains whose face is the only thing not frozen. Ice crystals swirl in the air as Todoroki raises his hand toward the trembling man.  "Listen carefully," Todoroki says, his voice calm but menacing. "If you stay frozen, your cells will slowly die as your body succumbs to frostbite and hypothermia. Luckily for you, I want to be a hero, so I’d like to avoid unnecessary cruelty." 

The villain flinches as Todoroki’s icy hand gets closer. "But I can only do that if you tell me how you plan to kill All Might. That’s the only way you’ll survive."

I stare at Todoroki, my face paling. He is super scary. I think, keeping my distance. 

After securing the villains, Todoroki and I head toward the center. I fly above the ground, and he glides smoothly on an ice path he creates as we move. 

When we arrive, the scene before us is horrifying. All Might is locked in combat with the Nomu. As I focus on its DNA, I notice something unsettling—there are similarities to Midoriya. It has multiple Quirks embedded in its makeup, but that's not the part that stands out. What catches my attention is how its Quirks look like they were forcibly injected, as if they don’t naturally belong to it. The massive creature has its hand plunged through All Might’s side, fingers digging deep. Its lower half is halfway into a swirling portal, and it’s trying to drag All Might into the void with it. All Might, unyielding, strains to hold his ground against the overwhelming force.  

As we skid to a stop, both Todoroki and I spot Midoriya sprinting toward the action. The shadowy villain shifts into his path, opening a portal. Before Izuku can react, Bakugo appears out of nowhere, detonating an explosion that blasts the villain sideways. 

We land as Todoroki sends a surge of ice rushing toward the Nomu, freezing over its body and encasing its hand. 

"One of your poorly trained thugs told us you're here because you think you can kill All Might," Todoroki declares coldly. 

All Might leaps down, landing beside me with a heavy thud. 

"Are you alright, All Might?" I ask, concern thick in my voice. 

Kirishima charges at the man with the hands, but the villain evades him effortlessly. 

"Let me heal you," I offer, placing my hand over All Might's injury. I lower my voice as I add, "Your injury was already bad before, but now it’s worse." 

“Before?!” All Might echoes in alarm, his tone sharp. 

“Don’t worry,” I reassure him quickly. “I didn’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about. I figured it out the first time I saw you in person. I do have a lot of questions for you afterward, though. I hope you won’t mind.” I give him a small smile before focusing on my task. 

Using my Quirk to manipulate the atoms in his body, I begin to heal him. Controlling organic matter is still new to me, and it takes all my concentration. A headache pounds behind my eyes, but I manage to stop the bleeding, though I can’t do much more. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do better,” I apologize softly, feeling inadequate. 

“It’s fine. You did really well,” All Might reassures me, his voice warm and steady as he pats my head. 

“Dammit, that was going to be so cool!” Kirishima grumbles, clearly frustrated. 

“Guess I found your body that time, you smoky bastard!” Bakugo mocks as he pins the shadowy villain to the ground. 

“The Symbol of Peace will not be defeated by delinquents like you,” Todoroki scoffs, his voice icy with contempt. 

"Kacchan! Everyone!" Midoriya's voice trembles, tears forming in his eyes before he quickly wipes them away. 

“Kurogiri. How could you let this brat get the best of you?” the hand-covered villain scolds coldly. “You’ve gotten us into a real jam here.” 

“You got careless, you dumb villain,” Bakugo sneers, his tone full of confidence. “It wasn’t hard to figure you out. Only certain parts of you turn into that smoky warp gate. You use that mist to hide your actual body, as a kind of distraction, thinking it made you safe. That’s why we missed. But if you didn’t have a body, you wouldn’t need this neck armour, right? You’re not immune to physical attacks if they’re well-aimed.”  The villain grunts under Bakugo’s hand, and Bakugo lets off a few minor explosions as a warning. 

“Don’t move! You try anything funny, and I’ll blow your ass up right now, got it? They’ll be cleaning you up for weeks,” Bakugo growls menacingly. 

“Oh, that doesn’t sound very heroic,” Kirishima teases with a smirk. 

“They escaped uninjured and captured my two strongest men,” the hand villain mutters, his voice low and simmering with anger. “Kids these days really are amazing. They make the League of Villains look like amateurs. Can’t have that. Nomu.” 

At his command, the Nomu pulls itself free from the frozen wormhole. The portal vanishes, and the creature’s limbs snap and crack—but it keeps moving as though nothing happened. 

“How is that thing still moving? He’s all messed up!” Midoriya exclaims, his voice tinged with horror. 

"Stay back, everybody!" All Might commands, putting his arm out in front of me as the ice breaks off the Nomu and its lost limbs regenerate.

"What is this? I thought you said his power was shock absorption!" All Might calls out. I feel bad for not mentioning this sooner.

"I didn't say that was his only Quirk," the hand villain explains. "He also has super-regeneration. Nomu has been modified to take you on even at 100% of your power. He's basically a highly efficient punching bag that hits back."

Everyone gets into a fighting stance. "First, we need to free our method of escape. Get him, Nomu!"

"He's fast," All Might voices, just as the Nomu lunges toward Bakugo and attempts to punch him, sending everyone flying back. Now, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, Kirishima, and I stand behind All Might, who pushes us out of the way.

"Kacchan!" Midoriya worries as the smoke clears. "Kacchan? Whoa, that's awesome, you dodged him!" Midoriya exclaims, seeing Bakugo standing next to him.

"Shut up, no, I didn't, you damn nerd," Bakugo denies.

"Then how'd you get over here?" Kirishima questions.

"So, he protected the child, huh?" the hand villain sneers.

"These are kids, and you didn't hold back!" All Might yells.

"I didn't have much choice. He was threatening my companion. Besides, these kids are no angels. The plain-looking one—he tried to kill me with a maxed-out punch. What kind of 'hero' does something like that?" the hand villain rants. "You think you can get away with being as violent as you want just because you say it's for the sake of others? Well, you know what, All Might. That pisses me off. Why do people get to decide that some violent acts are heroic, and others are villainous? Casting judgment on what's 'good' and what's 'evil.' You think you're the Symbol of Peace? You're just another government-sponsored instrument of violence. And violence always breeds more violence. I'll make sure the world understands that once you're dead."

"You're nothing but a lunatic," All Might retorts. "Criminals like you... you always try and make your actions sound noble. But admit it, you're only doing this because you like it. Isn't that, right?"

"He's got me figured out," the hand villain mutters.

"We've got them outnumbered," Todoroki points out.

"And Kacchan found the mist guy's weakness," Midoriya adds.

"These dudes may act really tough, but we can take 'em down now with All Might's help," Kirishima declares, his Quirk activating. "Let's do this!"

"Don't attack. Get out of here," All Might commands.

"You would've been in trouble earlier if it weren't for us, remember?" Todoroki points out. "You need our help."

"I thank you for your assistance, but this is different. It's going to be alright. She needs you more than me. Keeping people safe is a hero's first priority," All Might insists.

"But you're too hurt. And you're almost out of..." Izuku begins, worried.

All Might begins punching the Nomu rapidly, each blow sending shockwaves through the air, and he retaliates just as quickly. The two exchange blow after blow, with All Might throwing the Nomu around with incredible force.

"A real heart will always find a way for justice to be served!" All Might declares, leaping into the air and slamming the Nomu down before landing beside him. "Now, for a lesson. You may have heard these words before, but I'll teach you what they really mean. Go beyond! Plus, Ultra!" All Might delivers a powerful punch, sending the Nomu flying into the cone above, electrocuting him before the villain is blasted through the cone, out into the sky, and eventually into space. That was the last thing I saw before blacking out.

MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

Chapter 3

Warning: Cursing Words: 2k

The first day of school. I’m so excited, but I’m just as nervous as I am excited. This time, I have to try my hardest to fit in and make friends. The uniform feels uncomfortable. The knee-high socks constantly slip down my legs, the skirt feels too short even though I know I have shorts underneath, and the blazer is stiff and restrictive. The red tie around my neck feels like it’s trying to choke me. All these sensations make me fidget with the clothes, as if somehow that’ll make them more comfortable.

I start walking and try to find Class 1-A, stopping to ask for directions from others whenever I get lost. Finally, I reach the classroom. As I open the door and step inside, a girl with pink skin approaches me. “Hey! I’m Mina Ashido. What’s your name? What’s your quirk? You’re really pretty! What kind of skincare do you use?” she says, her words tumbling out quickly and full of energy. Something about her makes me instantly like her and want to keep talking.

“My name is Sayuri Kuramoto. My quirk is called Subatomic Manipulation. It allows me to alter matter and energy at the subatomic level. Thank you, and I use a Dove moisturizing cream,” I reply, matching her enthusiasm. We keep chatting as we walk further into the classroom and find seats. as I sit down, my eyes wander around the room, spotting several good-looking guys. One has spiky red hair, another has bright yellow hair, and there’s one with spiky blonde hair. My gaze stops on a striking figure with red and white split hair, who looks almost godly. Mina and I take our seats next to each other and continue talking.

I then hear a familiar voice and turn to see the glasses boy from the Auditorium yelling at the good-looking guy with blonde hair. "It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin." the guy insulted. I agree that it is disrespectful, but he should not go around scolding people. But I supress a laugh as I hear the blondes reply "You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it.” "Arhh, Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Some Private Academy." The boy introduced holding out his hand. "Some, huh, so you must think you're better than me. I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one." The boy threatened. Me and mina watch them interacting as Iida said, "It's him." and everyone plus me turned to the green haired boy from the auditorium and I was confused. As I look at him, I can see the molecules and atoms within his body, including his quirk genes, which seem unusual. His quirk genes look almost overwhelming, as if they’re too much for his body, like they don’t truly belong to him. I notice traces of other DNA mixed within his quirk genes, making them even more peculiar.

I shake my head, refocusing on my conversation with Ashido, when a voice cuts through the room. “If you're just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff, now." and I leaned forward to see a guy in a yellow sleeping bag on the floor in the doorway, he looked like a caterpillar, "Welcome to U.A.'s hero course." The guy said and then sucked on a yogurt bag and stood to unzip completely, "It took 8 seconds before you all shut up. That's not going to work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that. Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa your teacher." he informed, and shock washes over me, "Right let's get to it put these on and head outside." Aizawa ordered showing us a jumpsuit.

What a quirk assessment test?" We all asked in Suprise as we stood on the field.

"But orientation we're going to miss it." A brown-haired girl with a bob cut complained.

"If you really want to make the big leagues you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Aizawa addressed and everyone was shocked but got more serious, "Here at U.A. we're not tethered to traditions that means that I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardised tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The countries still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel it's not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn. Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" Aizawa asked.

"67 metres I think." Bakugo shrugged.

"Right, try doing it with your quirk."

"Anything goes just stay in the circle." Aizawa explained to Bakugo as he stood in the circle painted onto the field holding a ball, "Go on your wasting our time." Aizawa states.

"Alright man you asked for it." Bakugo cautions stretching his arm out and then throwing hard using his quirk to send the ball flying really

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities it's the most rational way to figuring out your paternal as a pro-hero." Aizawa proffered tablet showing us the distance of Bakugou´s throw 705.2 metres and We all Gaspe.

"Whoa, 705 metres are you kidding me." one of the guys gaped.

"I want to go that looks like fun." Ashido volunteered.

"This is what I'm talking about. Using our quirks as much as we want." Another boy urged.  "So, this looks fun huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and playtime. Idiots, today you'll complete eight physical tests to gauge your potential whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately." Aizawa testified and I start freaking out and trying not laugh. My quirk isn’t about enhancing my physical strength; it’s about bending matter to my will. Then I have an idea. What if I manipulate the atoms in my body to enhance my physical strength, but even if I try to do that. I´m not advanced enough.

"Like I said I get to decide how this class runs understand. If that's a problem, you can head home right now." Aizawa commented and I took a deep breath I can not be expelled. I tried way to hard to get here.

You can't send one of us home. I mean we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day that isn't fair." The girl with brown hair and bob cut complained.

"Oh, and you think national disasters are or power-hungry villains or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities are. No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're gonna to have to push yourself to the brink for the next three years U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond, plus ultra style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here." Aizawa stressed and I nodded readily "Now we're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin." Aizawa vocalised

The first test is a 50-meter dash. While two of my classmates take their turns, I get introduced to Kyoka Jirou, Momo Yayorozu, Ochaco Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui, the girls in the class. Now it’s my turn, and dread washes over me as I step up to the starting line. When the starting gun fires, I sprint forward as if my life depends on it. “5.51 seconds!” the robot announces, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Next up is the grip strength test. I take hold of the apparatus, smiling nervously. I can't keep doing this, but maybe, just maybe, I can increase my strength using my quirk. I’ve never tried this before, and if it doesn’t work out, I’m Fucked. I close my eyes and focus intently on my hand. I grip the device tightly, and it beeps. Slowly, I open my eyes to see the result: 67 kg. I'm thrilled! It may be a small improvement, but it's progress, and that’s what counts.

Standing long jump was next and I use my quirk to Strengthen my legs and almost jump across it. The last one was the ball throw and This time I strengthen my whole arm and throw, and it goes up to 300 meters. And then I watched Ochaco throw her ball, and it just never came back down to earth.

“Infinity that's insane how's that possible?" one boy called, and I smiled

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon he's the one going home." Iida described.

"Of course he is he's a quirkless loser." Bakugo insulted.

“What gives I was trying to use it just now." Midoriya hummed and I looked at Aizawa, "I erased your quirk the judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enrol at this school." Aizawa disclosed the bandages around his neck started flying as well as his hair.

"Wait, you did what to my... Whoa, those goggles. I know you. You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The eraser hero Eraserhead." Midoriya chimes in and we all started to mutter to each other.

You're not ready you don't have control over your power," Mr. Aizawa warns, "Were you planning to break your again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body."

"No, that's not what I was trying to do!" Midoriya starts to protest, but Mr. Aizawa swiftly captures him with one of his bandages, yanking him toward him. I strain to catch what Mr. Aizawa is saying, but I can only make out the tail end of their exchange.

"I returned your impractical quirk. Take your final throw. Hurry up and get it over with," Aizawa huffs as he walks back over to us.

"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice," Iida says, concern etched on his face.

"Probably told him to start packing," Bakugo scoffs.

"Smash!" he yells, and the ball shoots off like a rocket, the force of the throw making us all struggle to keep our footing. I stare in shock as I sit down hard on the ground. "Mr. Aizawa, you see I'm still standing!" Midoriya assures, turning to face us with a triumphant grin.

"This kid," Aizawa whispers, disbelief lacing his voice.

“He threw it over 700 metres." Someone admired.

"Nice he's finally showing us his true power." Uraraka proclaimed.

"His finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam, his quirk is very odd." Iida chimes in.

"It wasn't a very pretty throw." The navel laser guy announces.

“Hey, Deku you bastard tell me how you did that or your dead.”, Bakugo yells and runs toward Midoriya but before he could do anything Mr Aizawa caught him with his scarf and erased his quirk.

"What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?" Bakugo complains and all I could think about was what an asshole Bakugo was.

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon Fiber and a special metal alloy. STAND DOWN. It would be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much... It gives me serious dry eye," Aizawa explains.

"Too bad that power is amazing," we all murmur in agreement, and Aizawa finally releases Bakugo from his grip.

"You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up," Aizawa concludes, his tone sharp as he scans the group for the next contestant. "Alright, it’s time to give you your results. I’ve ranked you all from best to worst. You should have a good idea of your standings already. Instead of going over every individual score, I’ll just pull up the entire list," Aizawa states, and the results appear on the screen. I see my name in fourth place. "And just to clarify, no one is going home. That was merely a tactical deception to ensure you all gave it you’re all during the tests," he explains, and a wave of relief washes over us. Everyone erupts into cheers as we stand together on the field once more.

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. Sorry, I guess I probably should have said something." Momo the top spot holder apologises, and we all begin chatting.

I start heading home when Ashido catches up to me, offering to walk with me to the station. I gladly accept, and we chat as we make our way together. After we part ways, I can’t help but reflect on the incredible day I just had despite the initial scare.

MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

Warnings: death , suicidal thoughts

Words: 744 Chapter 1

Life can be cruel. My name is Kuramoto Sayuri. I remember when I was younger, I was a happy, bright, and optimistic kid. I don't mean to brag, but I was often better than others at many things. After a certain point in time this made other kids see me as competition, and my difficulty in controlling my temper only pushed them further away. I was ostracized and felt very lonely. Throughout elementary school, I was alone. At first, I thought people didn't like me because I excelled at certain things, but as I grew older, I realized that it was my personality and temper that made things worse—that I was the problem. Even at home, I frequently argued and fought with my family. I used to think it was their fault, but as I mentioned before, it was me. My temper was the issue. Once I recognized my mistake, I tried to change by learning to control my anger and focusing on improving myself, but it was too late. The damage was done.

 I remember the day I got my quirk. It was just a regular morning, I was 4 years, 3 months and 7 days old. Did I mention that I have a good memory. I woke got dressed and went to kindergarten, but I was seeing things weirdly. I could suddenly see things I couldn’t before.

Flashback:

“Um, teacher, I think something’s wrong,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“What is it, sweetheart?” my old kindergarten teacher asked kindly.

“There are weird little things everywhere,” I said, pointing to the air.

“What kind of things?” she asked, bending down to my level.

“Things like these.” I started drawing the atoms and molecules I saw in the air. When I showed her my drawing, she squinted to take a closer look. When she didn’t recognize what it was, she searched it on the internet. As I sat there waiting for her response, her eyes widened in shock. She turned to me and said, “Sweetheart, I think you might have awakened your quirk. This is exciting—I’ll call your parents.”

Seeing my confusion, she added, “You see, everything—including you and me—are made up of different atoms and molecules. They’re far too small for most people to see, but you can see them. They make up everything in the world.”

After school she called my parents to tell them of my quirk awaking. My Parents were quite excited but ultimately confused as to what my quirk was because they were both quirkless. Thats right I was born to two quirkless parents. They took me to the doctor and ran tests turned out that my quirk was a mutation. The doctor determined that my quirk was Subatomic Manipulation. Since my quirk was so related to chemistry, I wanted to learn more about it. So, my parents bought me some beginner chemistry books and urged me to read them, as any kid my age I was super excided to get my quirk and wanted to learn all about it. That is how my love of chemistry began.

End of Flashback

I am currently 13 years old. I may be young, but I understand enough about the world to know this: life is cruel. That phrase was the only thing running through my mind as I watched my parents slowly dying while we waited for help. It was a stupid drunk driver who crashed into their car, killing both of them on impact. My entire life was uprooted, and I had to move to Musutafu to live with my grandmother.

I am currently living in Musutafu with my grandmother. Even now, I remain a loner—the quiet, smart girl without friends. Not a day goes by that I don´t think of killing myself, but I am to sacred to do it. Although my grandmother is kind, it’s not enough to take away the loneliness. There is one classmate I admire; she is amazing, reliable, and well-liked. I want to be just like her. 

While walking home, I see a battle between a hero and a villain, but instead of focusing on the fight, I focus on the crowd cheering for the hero. I start realizing how well-liked heroes are. People rely on them and admire them, just like the kind of person I want to be. That’s it—I will become a hero so people will like me.

I have an incredibly powerful quirk, so it will be easy. From now on, I will train my quirk for combat. A hero school! Which one should I choose? UA is the best, so I should aim for that.

1 year later

The night before the UA entrance exam, In the past year. I have studied chemistry extensively and improved my quirk. Now, I can create energy balls to blast at people (they are really powerful), form shields, and even fly by blasting energy from my hands and legs. I can make other things too, but those are the main abilities I will need for combat.

I try to sleep but I can´t. From the other part of the city, a boy with dark green hair is revising his notebook one last time before going to sleep.