BNHAxoc Midnight Musers

Chapter 2

Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin as I shuffled through the U.A. High dorms, my backpack heavier than my eyelids. Sleep threatened to drag me under at every corner, but the buzzing anticipation in my veins kept me upright. Finally, I found my assigned room, a small but cozy space with a single bed, a desk, and a window overlooking the training grounds.

As I unpacked, my fingers brushed against a folded origami crane tucked in the corner of my suitcase. Amma's handiwork, a symbol of good luck and folded dreams. A tiny flicker of warmth chased away the encroaching drowsiness. I placed the crane on my desk, a miniature beacon of home in this strange new world.

The next few days were a whirlwind of introductions, orientation lectures, and quirk assessments. U.A. High was everything I'd imagined and more: a sprawling complex bristling with activity, the air thrumming with the combined energy of a thousand aspiring heroes.

My classmates were a diverse bunch, a kaleidoscope of quirks and personalities. There was Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive blonde whose temper matched his Quirk; Ochaco Uraraka, the bubbly gravity manipulator with a heart of gold; and Tenya Iida, the stoic speedster who carried the weight of class representative like a second Quirk. I found myself drawn to Momo Yaoyorozu, the elegant and intelligent girl whose Creation Quirk seemed to hold endless possibilities.

My own Lullaby drew varied reactions. Some found it unnerving, the ever-present hum a constant reminder of its potential to induce sleep. Others saw its potential, intrigued by the tactical possibilities of subtle manipulation. My classmates, ever the pragmatists, nicknamed me "Sleepwalker," a moniker that somehow fit.

The real test, however, came in the form of the Hero Fundamentals classes. These were the heart of U.A.'s curriculum, pushing us to our physical and mental limits, honing our quirks into instruments of heroism. Every day was a new challenge, a new discovery about the depths of my own power.

One humid afternoon, during a grueling combat simulation, I found myself paired against Bakugo. His explosive attacks were relentless, each blast shaking the training ground. I knew Lullaby wouldn't work on him directly, his fiery personality immune to my soothing waves. So, I improvised.

Using the environment to my advantage, I bounced sound waves off walls and ceilings, creating a disorienting echo chamber. Bakugo, momentarily confused, faltered. It was a small window, but it was all I needed. With a focused pulse of sound, I sent a wave of drowsiness towards him, momentarily disrupting his Quirk activation.

He stumbled, his eyes widening in surprise. In that split second, I lunged, using my agility to disarm him and pin him to the ground. The buzzer blared, signaling the end of the exercise. My lungs burned, my muscles screamed, but a satisfied grin stretched across my face. I had faced my own personal dragon, and for once, I had won.

That night, as I lay in bed, listening to the soft snores of my roommates, I couldn't help but smile. For the first time in years, I felt truly awake. The exhaustion was still there, a low hum beneath the buzz of excitement, but it was overshadowed by a burning passion, a newfound conviction. I, Artemia, the insomniac Indian girl with a coffee addiction and a lullaby for a Quirk, was a student at U.A. High. And this was just the beginning.

To be continued...

I hope you're enjoying the story so far! I've tried to develop Artemia's character further, highlighting her resilience and resourcefulness, while also introducing some of the key characters and setting the stage for future challenges. Let me know what you think!