" I want it to be about letting others be comfortable in their lives, and feel safe. To allow them and reassure them it's okay to be human while a hero fights for them,"
She had a dream that turned into a haze, leading her down a path to become stro...
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"Hey Sotan, who do you think is the cutest boy in the class?" The little girl giggled, one hand over her mouth and leaning into her classmate.
Sotan stopped chewing on her carrots, blowing air into her cheeks and humming. The brunette's eyes scanned the boys in the court field either kicking a ball, running around or climbing a tree. That's when she saw him, and realized it wasn't a hard question at all.
"I think Bakugou is cute." Sotan nodded, stuffing another carrot into her mouth.
Her classmate frowned and huffed. "I said cutest, not coolest. There is a difference."
Sotan nodded again. "I know, so Bakugou."
"Whaaaaat? He has a really cool quirk but he's not cuuute."
"Yes, he is! I find his spiky hair interesting and cute! Besides," Sotan looked at the boy she was talking about, watching him sending little blasts when passing the ball to the boys surrounding him, a smile on his face. "...my favorite color is red, and Bakugou has red eyes."
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"Hey Katsuki! Did you hear? Mallroy Sotan has a cruuush on you!" The little boy sitting next to Bakugou exclaimed, a little out of breath since they had just been brought in from playing outside.
Katsuki, who was rocking on his chair, simply smirked and jutted his chin out. "Of course she would! I'm better than anyone in this classroom so why wouldn't she have a crush on me!"
As an 8-year-old, anything you did or said was nonsense, right? There was no way it meant anything, especially such a childish thing like a 'crush'. Now as an aspiring with dead set of a goal in being the Number 1 hero, 15-year-old - Things are serious.
So why did his breathe stop, heart skip, and eyes widen when they landed on the once little girl of a brunette who claimed to have a crush on him. Now, she was walking through the door of the classroom that symbolized a new beginning at the hero course in U. A High school.
Now, after being gone for 4 years.
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Frustration was the only emotion she felt at the moment. A single hand was fisted on her desk, eyes glued to the floor. The chatter of her classmates in the third-year classroom were drowned out, her breathing the only thing she could hear.
"I suggest you start preparing to move. I keep traveling overseas, so what is the point of living here? We are going to move."
Like hell she would move. Her own father didn't even ask for her own opinion. Her own father dismissing her as if she didn't have a life of her own. He won't even look at her properly, and although Mallroy knew the reason why, it made her so mad. Yes, ever since they moved closer to the city for her junior high years, which she didn't like, he had changed. Most of the time she was alone in their home, not that she cared. Mr. Sotan was rising in the company he worked for in such a short amount of time. He loved it. It kept him busy and distracted.
