Himitsu Shiro-combat teacher by day, the Angel Vigilante by night.
But who is she really?
Older sister to one of the most famous pro heroes of all time, yet shunned from the world, only able to be a hero illegally. That is, until she becomes one of...
"Your resume has stunning reviews about your combat abilities, I would love to watch you spar another one of the staff members to see if you're fit for the position!"
"Yes of course, I'd be happy to oblige, it only makes sense to test the combat abilities during an interview for the combat teacher position," I respond politely to the white creature that is the one and only principal Nezu.
"Wonderful! We will head out to the courtyard, your opponent should already be there waiting,"
I carefully follow the principal out to the courtyard, lightly moving feathers from my back to my wrists and ankles, making sure to keep them hidden while mentally creating a map of the building.
"Right this way Himitsu-san," I hear the principal call, I assume he's holding the door for me and give a small thank you before heading towards his voice. I hear a patter of feet run ahead to continue leading me to the courtyard. As we continue, the ground changes from concrete to dirt. Ah we must be nearby. I continue walking until I hear a rustle of a fabric on plastic? What is that giant blob?
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"Alright Himitsu-san, your opponent will be Eraserhead."
I nod and assume that Eraserhead is the blob from earlier, and turn my body to face where it came from. He must've been in a blanket or something. Suddenly I can't sense my surroundings and no longer feel my feathers. Ah he must be erasing my quirk.
"That's a nasty scar you got on your face there," a tired voice says. "I'm surprised you're not blind."
Wow, he's blunt. His voice sounds sort of familiar though. "Actually, I am blind," I respond curtly. Suddenly I hear footsteps in the dirt rushing towards me. Ah I guess we're starting? Fucking rude??? I hear a light whistle from my left and quickly block the incoming fist. He's able to erase my quirk so I should get used to actually fighting blind. I think back to his physical stats that I asked Nezu to read about each staff member. If his right fist is coming from this angle, his stomach should be right here. I kick out my right leg and meet with a firm wall and hear a grunt. Hmm quite muscular, I think to myself. This continues for a couple minutes, me blocking him or parrying his strikes, while I continue to hit back with direct hits. I hear heavy breathing about 2 meters in front of me.
"Would you like to stop, or do you wanna continue getting your ass beat by a blind woman?" I call out, slightly irritated from earlier.
"What's... your... quirk?" The man pants.
"Simple physical enhancement. I'm stronger and faster than average, but not significantly. That, as well as being blind since I was 9, I wouldn't be much use as a hero, so I never bothered to try." I explain, while hearing a shuffle of steps.
"I haven't been this outmatched since high school, how'd you even find her Nezu?"
"Ah, she frequents a dojo owned by a close friend of mine. I originally asked him to be the new combat instructor, however; he said he doesn't have the time. But, he did recommend Ms. Himitsu! Saying she's actually more skilled than he is, and is currently in need of a job." The rat-bear thing responds cheerfully.
"Hmmmm," I hear a low hum. "Well, I for one think you struck gold Nezu." My heart flutters at the praise, maybehe isn't so bad?
"I am also okay with her shadowing me during my homeroom, but will she be able to be a homeroom teacher on her own without any hero training?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine Aizawa! Well Himitsu-san, I would like to officially welcome you into the UA staff!"
"I look forward to it, I'll be in your care!" I say with a bright, close-eyed smile. I hold out my hand and discreetly form a feather and move it towards my forearm, making sure to keep it under my sleeve. I squat down towards the direction I heard the higher pitched voice from, and felt a paw in my hand and lightly shook it.
I then stand up turn to where I heard my sparring partner's voice, and hold out my hand. I feel a large, firm and rough hand grip mine tightly.
"Welcome to UA Himitsu-san I look forward to the upcoming year," the bored, monotone voice says. With the feather I can decipher what the man looks like. Fairly tall, a little over 6ft maybe. Well built, strong jaw, sharp nose, long wavy hair. He has some very handsome features. I think to myself with a light blush, trying to imagine exactly what he looks like.
"I as well, thank you Aizawa-san."
"Just Aizawa is fine."
A/N - for lack of a better word, when OC senses stuff with her feathers I'm just going to write it as if she's seeing it. But she is still in fact blind and unable to see with her eyes.
