With a unspeakable past, Moeru Jonetsu, a new UA student, starts her new life becoming a hero. But soon she meets the class rep of class 1-A, Tenya Iida, and things start to change. Will she let her friends in and confront her past, or will she hid...
It's 7 am. The suns shining in my eyes through the curtains of my window. I wearily get out of bed to start my morning. I stretch out my aching arms and wings. Possibly because I slept on my back wrong.
So, you might be wondering, "What's this girls quirk?". Well, it's kinda complicated. As I was growing up, my jet black angel wings developed slowly. When I turned 12, they fully developed into these huge wings that sometimes drag when I walk.
But that's not exactly all. I have purple flames that shoot from my hands. They almost seem like the flames Endeavor uses. The smoke from my flames allow me to teleport anywhere I wish. I seem like an angel, but my quirk says otherwise. If I power up enough, my quirk does something really scary to me (you'll figure that out soon enough).
I hopped in the shower, letting the hot water run down my face. It feels refreshing. I finish up my shower in 5 minutes and begin fixing my hair. It's extra curly since I've washed it, but it's a mess when I wake up. Some could call it serious bed head. I brush out all the knots painfully and put on my new uniform.
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At my old school in Shanghai, Azabu Private Academy, I applied for the hero course at UA. Luckily, I was able to get in on such a short notice. By the time I applied, they already finished half the semester. Even better, when I took the entrance exam, they were amazed with my quirk and wanted to add me to Class 1-A in Musutafu.
The uniform didn't have holes for my wings in the back, so I had to adjust the jacket and shirt accordingly. I quickly finished getting dressed and headed downstairs. I entered the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the fridge. I looked over my shoulder, watching the professor sip her coffee and read the newspaper.
Several years ago, the professor took me in and raised me. We've never had a real relationship. She tends to keep everything in order. She gave me a standard life. Standard bedroom. Standard education. Standard everything. Nothing was interesting about my life. She had rules set for me to keep me on a straight path. That meant no friends, no toys, no movies, no tv. Nothing. I was completely shut away from the world and its pleasures. Another reason I applied to UA was so I could start a new, colorful life with plenty of friends, having fun, and living the life I want.
She briefly looked at me and went back to reading. I left the small penthouse without saying goodbye to her. I had no reason to, whatsoever. As I stepped out the door, I took a deep breath, inhaling the new life ahead of me. I put a light smile on my face, slung my satchel over my shoulder, and started walking down the sidewalk.
I caught the 7:15 train to Musutafu City just in time. I sat in an empty window seat by myself. I watched as the train zoomed by the world, imagining my life flashing before my eyes. About 30 minutes later, the train arrived at the Musutafu train station. I dashed off the bus, jumping into flight, making sure I held onto my satchel tightly with all my books and papers. I landed in front of UA with a slight crash, but I kept my balance.
I entered the building with confidence. Everyone stared at me as I walked down the halls. Everyone seemed so amazing yet different. There was a guy with crazy purple hair that looked like he hasn't slept in the past few weeks, a girl with hair made of vines, and a green haired guy with freckles and a soft smile. He definitely made my morning. Finally, after running through the halls about a few more times, I came across the Class 1-A classroom. Little did I know that when I walked through that huge door, my life wouldn't be the same.
