Chapter Four - Potential

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"MY BABY GOT INTO U.A!!"

You struggled under your mother's grip. She was practically crushing your ribs when the letter from U.A. came in the mail. Once she read it, the whole neighborhood knew you got into U.A. from her yelling.

"Okay, yes I did. Mom yOUR CRUSHING ME!"

Finally managed to slip out of her death hug. You liked praise, but there was a limit when it came to physical contact.

"Damn.. can't believe they let someone with that big a forehead into a such a popular school."

You pushed your brother out of the way to the dinner table. His quirk allowed him to make an icecube to crunch on.

"I almost threw this fork at you, just letting you know.", you glared at him.

(B/n) rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out a you.

"No you didn't. Sit down and wait to eat please.", (S/n) said. She used her quirk to pour water into the glasses set on the table.

In this household, it was important to use your quirk as much as you could until you had a career. It was practiced when you first got your quirk. To get used to it you needed to constantly use it. Since your parents were pros they made it known that you and your siblings knew different ways to use them. Your sister joined a tech support for heroes when she graduated highschool. Your brother was still in school, three years below you. He didn't think about being a hero just yet, although you feared he didn't want to go down that path.

That's why your parents got so excited when they knew you were going to U.A. You were the only one carrying a generation of heroism on the family tree.

Hydro Hero's: Tundra and Blister.

Your father's quirk allowed him to drop the temperature to sub zero levels along with shooting ice cold liquid out of his palms. There were scars on his arm from overuse.

Your mother's quirk was the complete opposite. She was able to control and shoot scolding hot water from anywhere. But she needed to touch the liquid first. Her body was resistant to her power, so she took the advantage to taking very hot showers after work.

Your brother inherited your father's quirk while your sister inherited a small mixture of mom and dad's. All she could do was control the temperature of the water she squirted from her hands, but at a low pressure. No wonder she joined a tech support, her quirk was close to useless.

Then there was you, a complete mixture of both quirks. All eyes were on you when the topic changed to heroism. So much so that you began to feel trapped in this inescapable loop. It felt like wasted talent when you talked about other hobbies and careers.

If U.A. wasn't worth it, you weren't above dropping out at all.

***

The steps of this prestigious school were located the same place where the entrance exam was placed. For some reason the place looked much bigger without all the banners and booths at the entrance exam. It was quiet and deserted, perfect environment for an introvert. You plugged in your headphones and opened the doors. The lobby didn't change much, the only difference was the whole place wasn't crowded. Your schedule was simple: Advisory, Math, History, English, then finally during the afternoon was Hero Basic Training. For the first day of school you were having orientation to get settled in. All your periods were in one class, though. Right now, you were having a bit of trouble finding it. Of all the adrenaline you had about defeating villains, getting lost in U.A.'s halls was the one thing to slow you down.

Class 1-A.. Class 1-A.. You skidded up the stairs and started to jog down the long hallway. You thought the outside of U.A. was big, the inside was much wider in comparison. Class 1-A. There it was, the huge door mocked your height. Do you just open it or is there a different way to get inside? You placed your hand on the rather light door and pushed it opened. What awaited you inside.. honestly you couldn't tell if this was an argument or a plan to the next war. All of it was tuned out by your favorite playlist as Katsuki and a military looking guy with glasses spat back and forth.

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