My Hero [My Hero Academia]

Chapter One

A/N: Images used is just found from google searches (unless otherwise stated as fan art given to me).. I don't art well

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"Tara, these are amazing, how on earth did you get so close to the action to take these shots?" The editor of the local newspaper gaped as he flipped through the prints I'd brought him. This was how I made my living and with the help of my not very useful quirk, I could get really close to hero action to snap photos for the press. "With shots like this, you could sell to the big-name papers." He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, "I guess if I want to keep you I better pay you more. Good work, kid. I don't know how you do it. See Stacey, she'll get you squared away."

"Thank you, sir." I bowed myself out of the room before retreating to see his assistant at her desk. Stacey and the editor were always nice to me, my parents used to be journalists, my mom wrote a column for the paper, my dad was more into photojournalism, like me. They died in an earthquake a year ago so the editor took pity on me and let me sell him pictures I took to earn a living.

Stacey smiled warmly as I approached her cluttered desk. She was pretty, model pretty, I never understood why she kept a boring desk job when she could be on the front page of fashion magazines rolling in dough. Her bright cerulean eyes were bright as she greeted me, "Great work, Tara. He loved them. There's a bonus in here for you." She winked as she handed me an envelope filled with cash. "Keep up the good work...Something seems different about you today..." She noted curiously causing my cheeks to flush red. Oh god! Could she tell?!

"T-Thank you, I have to get going." My face was burning.

Stacey smiled, "Did you get yourself a boyfriend?"

"Ah, no nothing like that. Thanks again!" I bowed out the door in a hurry and stuffed the envelop in my backpack before racing off in the direction of my high school. It was the first day, I couldn't be late.

I pondered the likelihood of Stacey being able to tell I'd lost my virginity with a single look as I raced to class. It was all kind of a blur and the whole thing left me feeling somewhat dirty. The guy was older than me, he was a third year at UA High School in the hero class. He was cute and popular and I felt special when he doted on me. He called me cute, no one had ever called me cute before, save for adults from time to time. I wasn't disfigured or anything but I just didn't have that model pretty look that most girls wanted, I didn't care about my appearance too much in general, I didn't wear makeup, when I wasn't in uniform my clothes tended to be somewhat baggy. I didn't really have a girlish figure, I was flat chested and scrawny, an unhealthy kind of scrawny as there were many times I'd have to go without food to pay other bills just to keep myself afloat.

In the back of my mind I felt like he had tricked me. He pressured me into having sex with him and even filmed it saying he wanted to remember me always. It was scary, it hurt and when I asked him to stop he told me it was fine, calmed me down and didn't stop. Thinking back on that night made me feel violated and dirty. I had hoped maybe it was just because he'd been drinking that he was acting weird. It had been a few days since then I hadn't heard anything from him. It was like he'd vanished. I had tried messaging him a few times since then but they were all left unread.