Dear Empress (Bnha x OC)

Chapter 1

There's a deep seated hatred rooted into the heart of the Feng family's only daughter. No one knows of it, and neither have they seen the girl display any negative emotion. From the way she behaved, everyone believed she was just the calm, collected, socialite heir to the family that dated back hundreds of years ago.

They couldn't be more wrong.

Yuheng was constantly angry and she always held herself back from damaging the family name. That old man who wanted her to marry his eighteen year old son when she was six? Instead of gouging his eyes out and giving it back to his ugly son in a soup, she told her parents. Now he lives in the back alley eating trash to survive. It did nothing to sooth her heart, but it brought a grin to her face.

Betrayed, framed, and finally murdered. She couldn't even exact revenge because the person was already dead.

Imagining what she could have done all those years ago, every single scenario ranging from cutting her sister's stomach open and forcing her entrails down her throat to simply locking her up in prison to rot away. 

But no. Instead, Yuheng got reincarnated into that disgusting woman's descendant.

Her anger would not cease, would not quiet down. So she whispers to herself behind locked doors, once in a blue moon.

"Oh...I'm so angry. So, so angry."

The darkness hides her figure in the room.

"Year after year I live this cursed life..."

It's like an malevolent god descended from the heavens, stripped of his immortality and his honor, only left to wander the earth and die a silent death. It's a quiet existence, one that leaves no questions left behind.

Pure unaltered anger, like a splash of red on a white canvas.

She grits her teeth. "What will I do with this wrath?"

When morning comes, the freezing look on her face softens and quiets to a still calm. As usual, she changes first before heading to the dining room to eat with her family, greeting her father and mother as she enters.

Her anger still exists, hidden in the confines of her locked heart, but it's quiet. Not as prominent as the night before.

This is how Feng Yuheng has lived for the past fifteen years.

"I will be going now, Mother, Father."

Her father smiles at her, waving enthusiastically while carrying two of her siblings, one on his back and the other resting on his arm.

"Bye bye, Heng-jie jie!!"

"B...ye.....jie jie...."

"I know you'll do well, but try to have some fun." Her mother encourages.

She smiles and, though it's fake, really seems like she's happy of the support from her family.

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"She's the young heir of the Feng family, right?"

"Yes, Principal Nezu," a man, looking close to a beggar, replies.

"The first in her whole line to develop a quirk, and such a fascinating one at that."

The Feng family were individuals who gained the right to involve themselves in hero work because of their sheer martial ability. Warriors dating back to the Sengoku era, around the time the clan had migrated to Japan, who could ruin a thousand men with a single person. While normal humans needed a quirk to stand on the same field, the Feng's were already beyond normal human evolution.