My Hero Academia: No Place Like Home

First Day

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this first chapter is probably really boring and they might be as they follow the series at an episode-by-episode basis. This was leading up to the first episode at UA! I wrote this like three or four years ago and am doing a quick revamp of it and rewriting it. Up to the episode with the photography guy, this fanfic was originally 456 pages on google docs. I rewrote the first three pages, which promptly turned into 6! So this will probably be long unless I lose interest and stop writing it. This is my OC but you are welcome to use it as a self-insert character as that is how it was originally written as well. It will be a very slow burn romance, I'm sure you can guess who (enemies to friends to lovers, anybody?). This will also deal with really intense topics such as abuse, and really bad injuries and graphic content the way the show does it during battles and such. I may also drabble with trauma related to SA, not because it's something that is easy to talk about but because my writing is a safe place for me to let out my own experiences into words. Yes this is cringe, and weird, but it makes me happy, and I never felt as happy as I did writing this originally over my winter break a few years ago. So enjoy and let me know what you think!

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 Staring at the entrance of the school of my dreams, I felt frozen. My mind ran a thousand miles a minute, questions darting in and out of the forefront of my thoughts. How did I make it this far? How was I going to make it? Was I going to make it? Growing up, I had never amounted to much. Junior High was a joke, barely passing my classes mixed with my terrible performance in gym due to those stupid anti-quirk rules. If I had been able to use my quirk, things would have been different. If anything, I could have been at the top of my class with ease. That is, in P.E. alone. So how was I here now? The first day of the rest of my life, standing at the high school I always dreamed of going to. Everything in my life came to this moment.

I had never really seen someone else with a quirk like mine. Well, quirks. I somehow had the blessing, or so my parents called it, of being able to manipulate both the earth and the air around me. I could use physical movements of my body, or slide my body into a state of paralysis to zone into the air, or earth, around me, and manipulate it there. That was always fun, other than the fear of being unable to move my body while I did so. With that quirk, I passed the physical exam for U.A. with ease, getting one of the highest scores total, at least after I had separated myself from the large group of people at the entrance in order to avoid causing any harm. That more than made up for my average scores on the written exam, and before I knew it, I was preparing for my first day.

With my lower lip trapped between my teeth, I watched other first-years anxiously approach the intimidatingly tall building that was our school. Getting into U.A. was quite possibly the first thing I had ever done that made my parents proud of me. After the years of physical and mental abuse they had put me through after I failed them over and over again, they hugged me for the very first time after receiving my letter of admittance to the school. The gentle touch was unfamiliar, but brought back memories of my youth that I thought had been long forgotten.

"Out of my way!"

I jumped at the harsh voice behind me, head whipping around to see a spikey-haired blond boy behind me. He was taller than me, though certainly not someone I'd call tall, standing probably just under six foot if I was guessing correctly. His deep red eyes glared at me, a snarl resting on his face. He refused to step to the side, expecting me to move to open his path, despite the clear open space on either side of me.