Long ago, when quirks first came into existence, a new race was born through the cruel experimentation from power-hungry villains. This race very closely resembled creatures from the old stories. They were Faries.
Y/n is a fairy. When she was six, h...
The forceful gale that tears the trees, that is a fairy's rage. The whistling wind that brings the rain, that is a fairy's tears. The joyful draught, dancing through the leaves, that is a fairy's laughter. The gentle breeze that guides the heart, that is the fairy song.
~~•~~
"You have to participate and do your best. I'll know if you don't, and I won't be expelling you at all." I sighed, already knowing what Aizawa was going to say.
"Yeah, I get it." I rolled my eyes and walked away, before I was confronted by an angry, fluffy beige thing.
"HEY YOU, YOU DAMN EXTRA. ARE YOU QUIRKLESS LIKE DEKU OVER HERE?" I looked up again, snorting in contempt.
"As if, spikey. I have a quirk. What made you think I didn't?" He grabbed the neckline of my uniform and pulled me up, leaving the tip of my toes straining for the ground.
"YOU'RE JUST THE SORT OF EXTRA THAT WOULDN'T HAVE A QUIRK, OR IF YOU DID IT WOULD BE A LAME-ASS ONE." I smiled, humming slightly. Bakugou, I think his name was immediately dropped me, clawing at his throat, trying to breathe.
"I control the air, specifically wind." I stopped humming and he drew in a lungful of air, glaring daggers at me. "I can use wind, I can shift things closer to me. I can move buildings, or I can use the wind to propel me to the sky. Or, I can draw all the air out of your lungs. Any air-based quirk you can think of, is included in mine. The author made me way too over powered. " The class was staring in awed silence, their attention caught by the scene in front of them.
"I don't have a lame-ass quirk. So be a good boy and stay out of my way." I brushed past him, heading towards the race track. The 50 metre dash was next, I think. I stopped as I heard a surprised gasp.
"WAIT." I whirled around, the green haired boy Midoriya, coming towards me, recognition and understanding in his wide eyes. "I KNOW YOU! You're Y/n L/n, also known as Tit-" I threw out a hand, blowing him over with a strong gust of wind, stopping his sentence. He looked up me confused, as I tilted my head, smiling sarcastically at him and raising a threatening finger to my lips. He gulped, and nodded.
"Did I hear the word tit?" A creepy purple dude wandered over, and started feeling up my leg. He was ridiculously short, with dark balls on hit head. He had the weirdest look on his face, like his eyes were drooping and a smile with drool coming out of it. A trickle of blood ran from his nose. I screamed.
"Get off me, you creep!" I flicked his forehead and scampered away, ignoring everyone around me. I just had to pray that Midoriya would keep his mouth shut, and that the creepy purple dude would never come near me again.
"Okay, 50 metre dash. L/n and Yaoyorozu, you're up." I glanced to the side, making my way to the starting line. Yaoyorozu had said we could call her Momo in the changing room, she was the girl who sat next to me. She seemed to be creating some sort of roller skates, and putting them on her feet. Huh, so she could create stuff. Like a female God, on a lower scale. I still had this in the bag though.
"On your marks, Go." I rolled my eyes, humming a gentle tune as I propelled myself forward with wind, passing the finish line in 1.79 seconds. Momo passed a few seconds after me. I brushed my hands together, and looked up, feeling a single gaze on me. I was met with cerulean and grey eyes. Shifting my feet, I looked back at him, mirroring the curious tilt of his head.
Suddenly, he turned away and walked to the start of the 50 metre dash for his own race. That was weird.
I wandered vaguely around the area. Looking up, I saw the clouds. The white, fluffy-looking clouds that often covered the sky. But when they didn't... There was this brilliant blue. Smiling, I spotted it through the gaps in the clouds. I wished I could be up there right now, my wings free of the fabric that hid them, soaring above my class, able to forget everything for a few short minutes.
Alas, I couldn't. I still had the other quirk tests to go. Sighing, I walked back over to the class.
~~•~~
I flopped on my bed exhausted. I'd been escorted to the dorms by 'mother Midnight' as she'd ridiculously dubbed herself.
"So, how was the first day?" She smiled down at me, perched on the edge of my bed. I was on the fifth floor, my room located as the second to the right. As I understood it, it was organised roughly according to the seating plan in our classroom, and Principle Nezu wanted to move all the students in sometime in the distant future.
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(Basic dorm placement for you :)
"Eh. It was okay." I grunted, rolling over.
"Hm. Apparently, you tried to get expelled, according to Aizawa." She poked me, her gaze inquisitive. "Why don't you want to be here? You never know, maybe you'll learn something." Her eyes turned soft and disappointed.
"You know everyone in that class is striving to become a hero. It's their dream, or their motivation. For some it's their way of living, training to become what their parents want them to be. You're lucky enough that you're already a pro hero, so maybe you could give it a go, maybe help guide them." Nemuri placed her hand over mine.
"Lucky, am I?" I snorted, slightly incredulous.
"Please, just give it a try?" I sat up, avoiding her gaze.
"That's my girl." She grinned again. "Now, want to go spar?" I jumped up, grabbing a singlet and sweatpants from my draw and pushing her out of my room.
