From souls to heroes

Strange Signs

Aizawa rubbed his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that day as he sat at his desk, waiting for his computer to turn on.

It was the end of a long day. The entrance exams for UA had taken place. They had gotten almost double the number of applicants than they had last year. With how many students applied, it was going to be tough deciding who would be the next batch for the hero program.

Mostly, the scores decided who made it, but there were some exceptions. Aizawa thought back to the boy who broke both his legs and his arm just to deal with the zero pointer.

That boy, however, was not the one who troubled him.

It was a girl who was in the same field as the bone breaker, a brunette by the name of Ochaco Uraraka, that got him.

He bumped into the girl when she took a wrong way turn and was confused on where to go. Apparently, she lost sight of the rest of the students who were applying.

That enough was strange, but it was only when Aizawa looked into this girl's brown eyes did alarm bells started ringing in his head.

Someone of her age should not have those eyes. The look in her eyes was of someone who had seen battle, someone who looked death in the face and survived.  Her eyes were of someone dangerous.

She felt dangerous to him, a feeling he never expected to come from a 14 year old girl.

Everything was wrong after that. The way she spoke was too mature, even though she tried to mask it with a bubbly personality, and the way she walked was too elegant. She had her guard up around everyone, even when one of her classmates, a blonde boy with a black streak in his hair, arrived to show her the right way.

It all rubbed Aizawa the wrong way.

What kind of things had this girl experienced for her to have such an aura around her?

It was time to do some research, that's what lead him to his computer at about 3 in the morning.

He looked through just about every database he could find for leads regarding Ochaco Uraraka, her home, phone number, school, friends, quirk, even doctor records.

The results baffled him.

She was a completely normal girl who lived in a lower class house, went to a normal middle school, and whose quirk allowed her to lower the gravity of objects and people with just a touch, making them float.

So, why the intimidating aura?

Why the eyes of someone who had been to war?

Why have your guard up around almost every one?

Aizawa rubbed his eyes again, feeling the possibility of a migraine coming on. This was a complicated case.

"Just what are you, Ochaco Uraraka?" He muttered to himself.

If she got into his class, he would be watching her like a hawk.

Something was off.