(Y/N) Akisuri, the new student at UA with a lot to prove. His potential is boundless, but his cooperation with others has much to be desired and his secrets are far too numerous.
His fellow students in class 1-A have caught on to his act, but the o...
The train came to an abrupt stop, jolting you awake from your hour long trip. You groggily looked around at the crowd of people leaving prompting you to grab your duffel bag and leave the train yourself. The oppressive sunlight had covered your field of vision and was making it hard to see where you were going.
'Why the hell does the sun have to be so damn bright?!' You groaned mentally and brought your left hand to your eyes to shield them.
The crowd was an unusual level of loud for you, granted, you were stuck in a torture cell for six years and spent the last three years floating from small town to small town. Thankfully your height was more than enough to make your way through the ever growing mound of people. You made it to a shaded area and took shelter in it, finally being able to see the skyline of Musutafu.
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'So this is the city of Musutafu...' You chuckled to yourself as you walked down steps leading to the streets, 'Pretty nice for the city I'll be living in.'
You had to find a place to live since you didn't have any family you walked around the maze of buildings and roads. After wandering the streets for a decent while looking for a cheap apartment to rent, something very unique caught your eye. It was a vividly decorated poster with all the pro heroes you had idolized on it and a large amount of writing on the back.
"The UA Highschool is now accepting applications..." You mumbled as you read, "Free dormitory... and food, nice... Hero course... Wait just a minute, this is a school to become a pro hero?!"
You smiled widely as hope filled your heart. This was a way you could both stay far away from your family AND become the pro hero you've always wanted to be.
"Entrance exam huh? That's only in a few days." You groaned, "How am I going to cover the fees, I also can't wear some rags barely held together and stained with my own..."
'Oh, wait, that's right.' You got lost in thought, 'I was the least favorite child and fortunately for me, I stole mom's spare credit card. Thank you asshole parents for being evil and paranoid.'
After emerging back out of thought you decided to find an apartment and convinced yourself clothes would come at a later time, that is, until you passed a clothing store filled with fancy suits. Other than French Toast, suits were your weakness as you entered the door and grabbed the first suit you saw bringing it to the checkout.
"Eh?" An unbelievably ugly-looking man examined you up and down, "You don't got the money for this kid, get out."
You said nothing and set the suit on the counter along with 120,000 yen, more than enough to pay for the suit.
"Woah, I'm going to have to ask where you got that kind of money from, brat. You look worthless." He taunted, "Did you take it from your mommy?"
'Yes, yes I did.' You leaned over the counter and whispered to him, "Keep the change."
"Don't mind if I do!" He laughed and pointed at you, "Now take that stupid suit. You'll fit in well along all the other homeless trash."
You stayed silent until he completed the transaction and handed the suit over to you, "And you'll fit in well among the long list of idiots who can't get bitches."
The man was left speechless as you left and quickly walked around the corner out of sight. You laughed to yourself as he searched for you, but you were long gone. Now that that was over, you finally got to looking for an apartment. This search was much longer and took you several hours and watching the sun dip below the horizon before you found a cheap yet decent apartment. The landlord was a sweet elderly woman and showed you to your room, saying that you could stay for free.
"What do you mean free?" You asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong here?"
"Oh no, no Dearie." She patted your back gently, "I know those eyes. I had eyes like those once too you know. Always paranoid, always watching your back and all alone. You don't have to worry about a roof over your head nor food in your stomach now, okay?"
You teared up a little hearing this. This was the first person who was genuinely kind to you.
"Thank you..." You cleared your throat and bowed, "What may I call you ma'am?"
"You may call me Suzi Q." She chuckled and walked off, "Get some sleep and rid yourself of those tired eyes."
"Thanks a lot." You closed the door and explored your new apartment.
It was small and a bit cramped for your tall frame, but you could easily manage. It smelled slightly of cinnamon and sugar but had little furniture, save for a bed, bathroom, a little coffee table and a chair. You set the suit down on the coffee table and placed the poster you grabbed hours ago on the bedtable before flopping yourself down on the bed itself.
"Screw finding a good apartment, this is all I need." You made yourself comfortable and fell asleep almost immediately.
9 hours later...
In your desperation for sleep, you had forgot to shut the curtains causing the sun to jolt you awake just like the train stopping from yesterday.
'Damn it! Not again...' You flipped off the sun, 'I know you are a non-sentient ball of flaming gas millions of kilometers away but SCREW YOU!'
You heard a knock on the door and stood up from the bed with your hair ridiculously out of place due to how long it is. Opening the door you saw Suzi with a plate of food.
"Here's breakfast sweetie." She handed you a plate of French Toast and a glass of milk, "Have a good day okay?"
"Thanks Suzi!" You shut the door and attempted to take a bite of the French Toast but it was snatched from your fork.
"What the hell?" You tried to take another bite but once again it vanished, "No way..."
"Star Platinum!" You summoned the stand into eyesight.
Star Platinum was hunched over in the apartment but there it was, trying to eat your pieces of French Toast.
