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03, POWER AND CONTROL

CHAPTER THREE,
POWER & CONTROL

@maniacal

Warning:
Suggestive Content;
the reader hurts themselves.

No matter how much she tried to hide her heavy eye-bags with concealer, they still showed. It wasn't the under-eye bag that you would associate with stress or overwork. Resembling a Tim Burton character, you could easily tell she'd cried and/or she lacked sleep.

It had also pissed her off that someone from the higher-ups told her to forget about it.

But how? After all this time, really?

She was at her desk, the one closest to the window and in the front. 'I'm gonna be #1, no matter what it takes.'

(Y/N)'s eyes snapped towards the sliding door, All Might revealed himself as he sorta leaned inside without actually stepping foot in the classroom. "I AM HERE! COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A HERO!"

A collective gasp was heard, and the students began with their compliments on the special guest.

"It really is All Might!"

"Wow, he's really a teacher! That's sick!"

"That's a costume from the Silver Age isn't it?"

"It's so retro. I'm getting goosebumps."

(Y/N)'s eyelids drooped, the sight of the mere hero pissed her off to the fullest. Then again, there wasn't much she could do. It sucked.

"Welcome to the most important class at UA high! Think of it as Heroing 101, in this class you'll learn the basics of being a pro! And what it means to fight in the name of good!"

'In the name of good...'

All Might flexed his muscles and proceeded. "Let's get to it!" Then dramatically, he pulls out a card which reads. 'Combat Training!' "And to go with, are these! Hero costumes made based on your quirk registration forms requested, in which you've made before school had begun."

"Yeah! Awesome!"

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(L/N)'s focus was mainly on what she perceived as flaws. Her reflection reminded her of how much she hates mirrors as they never lie. No matter how much she'd dress herself up and tried new things she was still the same person. The same mistake.

She was doomed.

Unfortunate.

"(L/N)! You look so pretty!" Uraraka's cheery voice brought her back to reality.

The (H/C) haired girl visibly examined her hero costume in the mirror. A black short sleeve body suit and loose trousers with a hideous purple cloak. Lastly, thick gold bracelets that doubled as something yet to be revealed.

"Ew."

Turning over she glanced at the brunette and felt a tad bit jealous. "You're an astronaut."

"It's kinda tight though." Uraraka retorted as she tried to pull on the fabric. "I'm gonna see if I can get it loosened up a bit. Yours looks comfortable tho, im jealous." She finished with a pout.

"I look like witch." (Y/N) groaned.

Uraraka couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm guessing your favorite color is purple?"

"Really? You like purple? I thought you'd like pink, since you're a girl." Asked the dumbfound white haired boy.

(Y/N) frowned. "Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean that I like pink."