Ivette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...
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WITH HER ARMS CROSSED over her chest, Ivette leant against the cement wall, the rest of her classmates seated in their viewing balcony. In the arena was Bakugo and Kirishima, the two soulmates battling it out for their advancement in the sports festival. A frown settled upon her lips; discomfort churned in her stomach. Something didn't sit well with Ivette as she watched the two fight.
Emerald eyes sharpened. They darted over to the crowd, watching as the audience cheered for the teenagers. Ivette scanned their appearances; most of them were so called heroes, dressed in silly spandex.