Chapter 10 - And there goes being discreet

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The next day came fast and now Ahmya is in the train while waiting to reach her destination, she hears people whispering about her because she is using UA's uniform.

"What's wrong with people nowadays? I'm just using a school uniform, how that makes them feel honored?", she thinks.

"You know how hero worship ruined this society and UA is very know because of All Might so...", answers Grenburr having a disgust tone when mentioning All Might's name and she could feel the other's making disgust noises, sneering or hissing.

"You all need to work on your bitterness...", she thinks absently minded, "I have a feeling that our peace will be gone today..."

"Yeah, you will have to introduce yourself and people will connect the dots.", says Jamsch.

"And it will be the elementary and middle school all again.", she looks at the passing scenery.

"The difference is that you will not have anyone to punch to make them leave you alone.", comments Destrobo.

"We will work on something.", then she notices that the train arrived on her stop so she gets up to leave and walk to school.

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Again, Ahmya is in a class filled with people that she doesn't bothers to know their names, she is just playing on her phone and ignoring everyone like always but she can hear some whispers, looks like 1-A absence was because they were in a quirk apprehension test and her class was jealous that they were already using their quirks, she just rolled her eyes at their stupidity.

She also notices that the purple haired guy, who sits on the front, is still looking at her like he is angry or something but ignores since it isn't her problem, soon Present Mic enters and she just prepares for the fall down.

"Morning class, like I said yesterday I'm your homeroom teacher, you may call me Yamada-sensei.", he says, "Now, before I begin the classes today, I would like to know who you all are."

Ahmya tunes down because she doesn't bother to know, she will learn their names eventually so no difference if she doesn't get it now. Soon she notices it reached on her so she just sighs and faces everyone.

"My name is Ahmya Hoshino, my quirk is called 'Uberhero power' and what it does doesn't matter to you.", she says seriously but on inside she is flinching because she knows what comes next.

"WHAT?!", screams most of the class and she can see that the purple haired boy had a look of realization on his face, the blue skinned boy at her side just looks at her in curiosity.

"The same 'Hoshino' who scored first place? You were supposed to go to the hero course!", says a boy at the front roll.

"What about 'I don't want to be a hero'? And before you all go with how 'powerful and amazing' my quirk is it still doesn't change what I really want.", she says unimpressed by the reactions, "And if you want to try to get friendship with me just to look good, go away, not interested.", she sees some of them looking frustrated.

After the small commotion the classes happened normally until noon where it was lunchtime, she remained on the class because she brought her own food, she doesn't trust food that isn't made by her or her mother, a hard lesson learned in the past.

"It was nice of your mother to pack your lunch since you were emotionally drained because of what was going to happen today after they find out who you are.", says Pyokrider.

"I'm sure that at the end of the day everyone of this school will know who I am because gossip exists.", she answers and sighs, she notices that only she and the blue skinned boy, "Yasu Hayao", Yarida comments, are in the class.

The peace didn't last long, the purple haired boy, "Hitoshi Shinsou", Yarida comments again, appears and comes straight to her and stops in front her desk.

"Yes? Need something?", she says emotionlessly.

"It must be nice to have a powerful quirk, isn't it?", he says and Ahmya looks at him unimpressed, "Why you are here really? You should have been in 1-A with the other hero wanabees."

"Let me tell something.", she gets up and stops in front of him giving an ominous glare, "Not everything in this world is about heroes so get over your jealously and ego and accept reality. 'You have a powerful quirk, it's perfect for a hero', it's something I grew up with? Yes. Do I need to follow what they say? No. The reason I loathe this society is the belief that all you need to do is sit there and be pretty because a hero will save you eventually.", she gets back on her chair still glaring at him, "I recommend you to rethink your concepts because you're just like an ex-classmate of mine with this delusion on heroes, I'm sure you two would be good friends with your obsession of wanting to prove yourselves to someone."

He only looks annoyed at her and goes back to his chair; she only shakes her head at how blind this society is and notices Hayao looking at her, his centipede like scarf is with it's head up, looks like the diamond in the tip is its eye.

"Is there something wrong?", she asks in a low voice.

"What happened to you?", he asks in a whisper and she just gives a small dry laugh.

"Society happened.", she answers.

Both are quiet afterwards.

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After classes...

When walking in the corridors she notices that the fact of who she is isn't the biggest gossip at the moment, looks like the hero lessons on 1-A got a bit overboard with someone needing to go to the nurse, she just releases relieved sigh.

"Way to dodge a bullet.", comments Cannogabang.

"I'm going to ignore the fact that it was just you who made this joke, but for some reason I think that incident was their fault.", she says back.

She just leaves the building and is ready to go to the train station when she notices Hayao waiting for her at the entrance, she finds it a bit weird but shrugs she knows that he lives on the same neighborhood of hers so not something suspicious.

She didn't notice a certain muscular blonde hero watching her leave.

The hope of normal days are promising...

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