Reap What You Sow / A BNHA Story

Part One: The Reaper's Child - Chapter 1

It felt strange settling into a dorm, at Japan's most prestigious hero school no less.

The bedsheets were clean, a simple grey duvet and plump white pillows resting on the wooden headboard. A single chair was pressed against the corner of the room where a study nook was set; small artificial plants and an assorted array of pens and pencils were placed on the table, next to a layout of study books and plain paper. Three abstract photos were lined across the wider wall next to the headboard, the shapes intertwining with each frame, creating a piece of imagery, whatever your mind could conjure really. I remember my first home, with the black and white accent pieces on every corner of the house. I'll replace them when I have the time, and money. The room was nothing to boast about, or brag worthy, but it was clean, smelt nice, and wasn't littered with boxes of takeout and spider webs surrounding the not-so-small cracks in the walls. I suppose it was the default before students could customise it to their liking. No one asked me for stationary or little pieces of myself to decorate, rightfully assuming that I had nothing of the sort. It was nice. That was more than I could ask for at the moment.

"Is the room to your liking?" All Might stands at the door of my dorm, watching me assess my new place of sanctuary.

"It's fine. I'm only sleeping here anyways." I feel him watching me eagerly, as if waiting for a more enthusiastic reaction.

Was I supposed to jump up and down in glee? Run up and hug him with a genuine smile on my beaming face? I'm not so sure what to feel at the moment. Still struggling to come to terms with this arrangement. When I entered his chauffeurs car after agreeing to his offer of me attending U.A High school, he went through some protocols - rules and whatnot. First and foremost, I should hide the true extent of my quirk. Only using one power, or two, which wouldn't be too suspicious or attention worthy since there's apparently another student with a dual quirk. This lead to the proposition to me keeping my identity hidden. Since no one knew how I looked, or was aware of my name, I would be safe to introduce myself as Sunako Kaida.

I was grateful. That much I knew. But if it was trust that they were striving towards then they should halt there efforts. No amount of flattery or hospitality would make me put down my guard. If there was one thing life had taught me, it's that promises were empty, and even more so were the people who made them.

So, I'd put some effort into changing for the sake of whatever this is. But they will never control me. Never make me a puppet to be pulled by their strings.

"Your class is outside for their physical training. They will resume their lessons momentarily. There, you will introduce yourself as Sunako Kaida, a student who's come to U.A for an extendable period of time to -"

"Learn the ways of the hero students, yes yes. You've only told me twenty other times." I finished.

All Might smiled, wider, if such a feat was possible. Seriously, the guy's jaw must be aching all the time.

"Splendid. Let me introduce you to your homeroom teacher." He says, beckoning me to follow him.

"Wait, you're not going to be my teacher?" I ask, shutting the door to my room and following him through the living room and to the teachers headquarters.

"I will take some of your classes, but Mr. Aizawa will be instructing you and influencing you as a professor." He winks, whatever that motion is supposed to insinuate.

He knocks on a mahogany door, the sound of it creaking open following only a minute later.

Out comes a 5'10 man, dressed in black breaches, a scarf made of what I can assume to be a strong carbon fibre like material wrapped around his neck, obscuring the lower half of his face. His long black hair falls around his face, and on his head rests yellow goggles, or glasses, ugly things they were, but I'd heard they helped maximise his quirk. He looks at me with exhausted hooded eyes, a darkness surrounding them. Endearing, to say the least. Though his presence was more anti-climactic than I'd expected. I feel as though I'll like him much more than the still-smiling man next to me.