This is the story on how Aurora Stella
realised she could make a difference.
This is the story on how Katsuki Bakugou
realised he was enough.
Their eyes met and so did the flames, opposite morals colliding to reach one goal. Understanding each ot...
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'Wherever life plant's you, bloom with grace,'
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Third Person P • O • V
Most rational normal students would be exited that they got into the highest hero schools however Aurora Stella wasn't one of them.
Unlike the entire population of this world, she didn't desire to be a hero but that didn't mean she fell into the villain category and she didn't have the option to be in the quirkless category.
She felt odd. Almost inadequate to her own identity or maybe she was thinking too deeply about a simple subject.
Huffing a piece of her long pink hair out of her vision, she had messily whipped up her hair into a crazy pony tail but yet her fringe still managed to get in her way.
Tugging on her skirt, adjusting it here and there before becoming slightly agitated as she began to walk up the stairs slightly consciously as her mind was throwing a load of 'what ifs' in her direction.
Before she knew it, a large door was right in front of her sight making her gulp down all the feelings she had...and she felt a lot.
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Aurora P • O • V
Overdramatising the events that could possibly take place within the next seconds, I finally became annoyed at myself. Relentlessly gliding the door open, to be faced with many students who obliviously all wanted to make a good first impression by being early birds.
Slightly glancing around, my gaze not really picking up on anyone particular as I stepped forward catching some gazes but they never met mine simply because I was away in my own bubble as the music filled my ears soothing me.
They probably recognise each other because of the entrance exam, great...I'm already the odd one out.
Taking my seat, plopping my bag down on the ground then leaning back glancing up at the ceiling staring at the light which would hurt any ones eyes and give them those weird blotches of shapes that danced upon their vision no matter where they looked.
