SIREN SONG Hitoshi Shinso X Fem Original Character

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Aimi POV:

"What do you mean im going to UA?" I asked in anger, slamming the paper down on my desk while turning to face my parents. Most kids would be overjoyed to hear they got into the hero course of an elite university. I, however, am not most kids.

"We payed a lot of money for you to be accepted without you having to even lift a finger, the least you could do is be grateful!" My father scolded, his arms crossing his chest tightly. I just rolled my eyes and turned my chair, my back to them.

"I don't even want to be a hero. I want to run my own support agency and make the costumes. The hero work doesn't interest me, this is a waste of your pocket change," I spat. All I could hear from behind me was a sigh. I slowly turned, making eye contact with my father. The tension in the air was thick, as it always was. They couldn't accept I didn't want to be a hero, especially after they heard who was going to be teaching at UA.

"This isn't up for debate. You're going to be in Class 1-A at UA, and you're going to be at the top, weather we have to bribe them or you do the work yourself, but with your quirk id hope you would at least try a little," he said, and with that, he walked away.

"I know you're not thrilled with the idea, but you do have an amazing quirk, and it would be a shame for it to go to waste, or worse. Plus, I know how much you love to mess with people, so why don't you try to have some fun while you're there?" my mom quietly suggested, handing me a tea cup with my favorite tea sitting inside. I smiled and took the cup, taking a sip.

"Thanks, I guess that will give me something to look forward to," I told her, shrugging. She gave me a sad smile and left my room, closing the door. I took a glance over to the paper one last time before grabbing my tablet and sketching a new outfit to make. Might as well make a prototype for my hero costume to send to the agency so they can add the final touches.

After three hours of detailing, I rubbed my eyes and turned the light off on my sewing machine, looking at the greenish-blue skin tight bodysuit I had just made. The fabric was nice and breathable, yet able to hold a good amount of water.  I tried it on, taking note of any adjustments that needed to be made, and then put everything away for the night.

Changing into my night clothes, I slipped into my sheets and scrolled through social media for a little bit, trying to convince myself to sleep. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I needed sleep for it. I liked one last posted and shut my phone off, closing my eyes.

I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm. Turning it off with a harsh smack, I rubbed my eyes lightly and sat up. It was the first day of school, already. Groaning, I get out of bed and go over to the uniform that was laid out for me. It was a little more snug than I would prefer, but there's not much I could do about that. And the skirt was quite short for my preferences. "Must be run by a man," I muttered, grabbing my things and walking down to the kitchen.

"Good morning mother, Good morning Father," I greeted, kissing both of them on the cheek.

"Good morning Aimi, here's your breakfast and lunch, and I've got your water prepared for the day," my mother had said, handing me two different bentos and three large water bottles. I smiled and put them all in my bag. If I was going to use my quirk, I was going to need water.

I said my farewells and headed to the train station. My parents might have hated that I rode the train, but I enjoyed it. It was quite humbling for me, coming from one of the most powerful families in Japan could really get to someone's head.

The train reached my stop and I got off, finishing the rest of my journey on foot. It might have been tiring, but I mean, i'll probably get to rest in class. It's the first day, there's no way we are going to do a lot.

Boy was I wrong.

After a long walk up a hill I finally made it to UA. This place was a lot bigger than I had expected. I took a few drinks of water, feelings my skin start to rehydrate, and I tried to find my classroom.

Walking around, I stumbled upon a large door that read '1-A'. "I'm guessing that me," I mumbled, opening the door and seeing some kids already in the room. All the chaos in the room stopped the second I opened that door. They all turned and stared at me.

"Uh, hi?" I asked, looking back at them. It took a second to click why they were all staring at me. Damn my stupid quirk. I just ignored them and walked to my seat, sitting next to a boy with purple hair that was styled to stand up. With a closer look you couldn't miss the dark under eye circles. 'Well I guess I could use my quirk and have a little fun,' I said to myself.

"You know," I said sweetly, twisting a strand of hair around my slender finger, "you really should sleep more, it's really important." He just looked at me. I slightly widened my eyes, allowing him to become enhanced in them. 'Perfect, he's falling for it, just a little more and I can-'

"Look you're pretty and all, but you seem stuck up, begging for attention," he said nonchalantly, ripping me from my thoughts. I just stared at him with my mouth open slightly. He then slowly leaned in, "it won't work on me beauty, but it was a good try,"

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Talking to me like that?" I asked, getting angry that this boy thought he could speak to me like that. Who does this purple haired dude think he is?

"Hitoshi Shinso, looks like we are classmates, actually,"