[A/N: LICENSED VILLAINS DOES NOT NEED TO BE READ TO UNDERSTAND THIS! I suggest reading licensed villains but this is just the background for the two of the OC's. I think it's almost better than LV at some points. Enjoy, and remember to be kind to each other!]
It starts like how everything else started - with a bang.
As her school supplies go tumbling to the ground, she has to remind herself this is not a bad thing. The universe was created out of a bang. Fireworks are made from bangs. Wars are won with bangs. A bang is good. Everything else in her life has started with bang, what's one more blast?
There are hands reaching out, fumbling with papers trailing from popped open binders and frantically gathering pencils spewed across the hallways tile floors. A bang. A collision.
"I'm so so sorry," the person before Ogawa exclaims, already bent down to collect the various supplies on the ground.
Ogawa watches, the sound of her metal water bottle hitting the floor still ringing in her ears like an off pitch train horn. The person who'd ran into her seems unaffected, apologies repeatedly falling from their lips. They look up at Ogawa and she notes the thin wired glasses that frame the girls face. Her eyes are green like her water bottle still rolling on the floor. Odd.
Very roughly and suddenly, Ogawa's books are being shoved back into her hands by the girl, accompanied by an awkward chuckle and yet another apology.
"I really didn't see you there," the stranger admits, adjusting the glasses on her face with her shoulder as she shifts her own books and school supplies in her arms, forcing them into an more manageable arrangement for carrying. The girl pauses for a second then continues, "Um, hello? I didn't knock you hard enough to scramble your brains, did I?"
With a start, Ogawa realizes she's awaiting a response. Her minds swimming with bangs and papers, too busy to think what she should say and how. Her eyes narrow on a piece of paper sticking out from the green eyed girl's binder.
Class 1-C
Ah. So not a good bang after all.
It has been the morning of all mornings already and yet here she stood staring at her class number on the page of another student who carelessly ran into her. As if this morning has not already been enough between missing her first bus and only barely catching the second. Not to mention the first bang of the day that came with a ceramic mug hitting the wall of her kitchen - a fit of anger taking control too fast. First day of classes and already obstacles are building themselves.
"You're an analyst," she regards, gaze not leaving the little black ink on the corner of the peeking out page.
"Ana-- oh. No. I'm a support course student. See?" She pulls a lanyard from her neck, practically forcing the student ID on Ogawa. Sure enough, across the plastic sealed card are the words Sana Akito: 1-F, Support Course.
Ogawa stares at the name, then her face, then the papers messily collected and stuffed back into the binder. Without more than a second thought, a flaw and a strength surface in her mind. Her quirk had a strange way of acting up when she least wanted it to, revealing the biggest flaws of people around her. She frowns, a cold feeling griping her chest like icy claws, and steps to the side of the stranger, mumbling, "Slow down in the halls next time," before walking away.
She can feel the support student's-- Sana Akito, she recalls the name on the ID-- eyes on her as she heads to her own class. As usual, she ignores it. One does not live as she lives without getting used to stares and questioning glances. Ms Akito, whoever she may be, is not worth talking to. People with her flaws and strengths never are. Not anymore.
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Fanfiction[Add on story to Licensed Villains] Ogawa Sutorimu has always been told she knows everything. Her teaches pride her on her grades. Her intern mentor praises her for her quick thinking. Her classmates envy her ability to asses a skill and flaw with...
