Boku No Hero Academia Third Generation

|| Prologue ||

It was unlike any other day for Miro, standing in front of the school of her dreams. UA was an amazing school, and it required intensive effort in order for her to enter. Her inspiration- the hero Sutā no yoru. He had entered UA as a experiment to show his capabilities, but ended up as someone which saved other's lives and happiness. She smiled, remembering his soft appearance and she caught herself daydreaming about him.
This pale skinned man has an emotional feel about himself. Standing 5' 8" tall, he has wide shoulders and toned arms, a nicely toned torso with clear muscles, and strong legs. His gradient of blue hair is very short and wavy, and elaborately styled. He has a frail round face, and a relatively sharp jawline. Tiny freckles that spread from his nose onto his cheeks and faded out. Pointed ears almost as if you were in a fantasy and the lightest for red scratch-like markings on his face. Those markings littered his right with a frail design that replaced his right eye. His eyebrows are relatively well shaped and not too think, and his almond-shaped, bright eyes are sunset colored. His nose is small and he has medium sized highlighted lips. His particularly noticeable features are his white, sparkly teeth and his somewhat dorky smile which people usually find cute in such an intimidating hero. He wears gold and silver armour along with silky violet fabric that extended from the nape of his neck into the lightest of a cape that would flow, defying gravity even if there was no wind. He wears plain brown laced leather-like boots leaving a dominant stomp as he walked.
Snapping out of her daydream her third eye twiddled in excitement and her hands jittered in an anxious manner. The eyes on her hands rolled and closed. They possessed a life of their own in which they had their own thoughts and ideas, almost like a brain.
Early on in her life, she had learned that she had a brain which pumped the twice amount of neurons than an average quirkless brain, which gave her unnatural characteristics like extra eyes and a tail of her own. Her leftmost horn was broken, and she knew it wouldn't grow back since her horns had lost most of the living tissue from a failed attempt at regrowing her horn when she was rushed to the hospital after a major injury. It broke when she was younger with her parents, driving to a so called 'picnic' as her father phrased it when the whole car had exploded in a failed suicide attempt that he couldn't do without killing the rest of his family, ruining the happiness of her mother, father and sister that she valued dearly.
Her boldest memory of her horn was when it bled terribly. It didn't hurt but it definitely appeared like it did. Her family ended up splitting apart and her mother left the house abandoning Miro to fend for herself and live alone at a young age.
She never really knew the fate of her sister. She's never been in contact with, and her parents did inform her about the fatal injuries she endured. The only memory she has of her was a photo taken when they were just 3 years of age playing in a local indoor pool that had been shut down a year afterwards.
As she stared at the school, the pure euphoria that filled her gave a similar experience to looking at a dream-bound soulmate who consumed her mind by the daily. A living dream, a dream she was going to outlive, her sudden destiny.
A spark within the right of her eye made her turn to see a small girl, though in the relation to Miro, was significantly larger than her. She was about the age of ten, with a black hoodie and grey tights on, holding an odd object that appeared to be a mask. She seemed to resemble Miro in a way but they looked nothing alike. She had an odd look on her face when she was staring at the school, almost as if wondering what the purpose of it was. Miro stopped in her daze and softly tried to speak to the kid.
" Hey-" Before she could finish the little girl began to walk off and in just a blink she was gone behind the wall of the school. Miro seemed confused, though she shook her head in dismissal and resumed skipping happily towards the school in her new UA uniform.