Cast out because of your quirk, you finally decide to make some use of it. You decide to apply to UA, not expecting much to come out of it. Little did you know, you'd meet a ton of new people, most of which accept you wholeheartedly. This is your st...
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Okay, you can do it. Just submit it. It's nothing. It's just a school... right? Ugh, I'm getting way too in my head about this!
You were about to submit your application for UA. Step one of many before actually getting in. But your nerves were all over the place. You were pacing like an encaged cheetah, your hands shaking as you held your application.
Okay don't think, don't think, just do it! Youdropped your letter into the out-going mailbox, letting out a small squeal as you finally submitted the letter you had been worried about for weeks. You turned to walk home, enjoying the cool breeze as winter was coming to an end. You hummed as you approached your front door, pausing before opening it as you knew what awaited you.
"(F/N) TANAKI, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Your mother screeched from the kitchen. You winced as the loud shout hit your ears.
"Nowhere. I was on a walk. Enjoying the weather." You mumbled.
"Yeah, right. What were you really doing? Screwing around? Doing drugs? Mugging people with that god awful quirk of yours?" Your mother scoffed.
"Jesus Christ, mother! No I was not doing drugs, and no I was not mugging people! God, what is wrong with you?!"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with ME?! What's wrong with you?! You're the epitome of a demon with those wretched things on your back, YOU'RE the problem here (Y/N)!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You grumble.
"Now tell me what you were really doing before I beat those disgusting things off of you." Your mother shouted.
"Fine! I was sending in my application for UA!" You shout back.
"UA?" Your mother laughed incredulously. "Like they would ever want some satanic creature at their school!"
You rolled your eyes and threw your hood up as you stalked up the stairs to your room. You opened your door and flopped on your bed, allowing your wings to poke through the holes you cut through your hoodie. You covered yourself in your wings, using them as a shield against your mother's berating that you could hear coming from the bottom of the stairs.
You plugged in your earbuds, closing your eyes and burying yourself deeper into the mass of pillows and blankets strewn across your bed. You wanted to sleep and never wake up. Or at least sleep until your mother left you alone. Ever since your father passed away, she blamed you every day for it. She blamed your quirk, the "wretched, demonic" appendages on your back, for somehow causing the accident. It made no sense to you, but after years and years of it being beaten into your head, both metaphorically and literally, you truly did start to believe it was all your fault. But no matter how many times she hurt you over your quirk, you always remembered that your father had loved them. That he was kind to you even when your mother was disgusted.
Weeks went by, and you checked your mailbox every single day to see if you got an invitation to UA's entrance exam. You were beginning to lose hope.
You woke up and got ready like you usually did, throwing on one of your makeshift hoodies to accommodate your wings, before trucking out the door to your mailbox. You pulled the metal latch and let the door fall open, your eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. You had been training vigorously, every day while your mom was at work. But even with the endless training sessions, you were having a hard time sleeping. You hadn't gotten a real nights rest since your father passed.
As you reached your hand into the mailbox and pulled out the stack of papers, you flipped through, glancing at them for only a moment before moving to the next. Until you froze. There was a piece of mail addressed to you. It read (F/N) Tanaki - UA High School. You dropped the other letters as you frantically ripped open the envelope.
"Dear, Ms. Tanaki. We are pleased to inform you that we welcome you to our entrance exam. The exam takes place two weeks from today. We are excited to have you join us and potentially further your hero studies with us.
Good Luck,
Principal Nezu"
"OH MY GOSH, I DID IT, I DID IT!" You shrieked. You held the paper up to the sky, doing some sort of victory dance as you cheered.
"(Y/N) GET YOUR ASS INSIDE THIS INSTANT!" Your mother yelled from the front door. You picked up the other letters you had dropped and walked up to where your mother was standing. "Hand it to me. Now." She instructed. You obliged, handing her the letter that had you cheering only moments before. She skimmed through it, her eyes narrowing after every sentence. She looked up at you with a mocking expression. "You got in? I guess they really don't care who goes to those entrance exams, huh?" She smirked cruelly.
"Guess not." You responded, ignoring her cold words. You grabbed the piece of paper with your invitation and walked toward your room. Surprisingly enough, your mother ignored the action, and let you go without saying another word.
As you walked into the room you hardly ever left, you glanced down at the paper, smiling softly.
I'm gonna make you proud dad, just you wait. I'll show mom that my quirk isn't disgusting. I'll show everyone.
A determined look crossed your face as you re-read the letter for the umpteenth time. Your mother wasn't the only one who shamed you for your quirk. Many people did. Teachers, old friends, even strangers you had never seen before. They called you horrible names. They mocked you. They cowered away from you. They hurt you. But now that you had this letter, you were determined to change all of that. You were going to work your ass off to get into UA. You were going to do whatever it took to prove to everyone that you were not a monster, or a satanic symbol. You were going to prove everyone wrong.
You were going to prove to them that you are a hero.
