Pure Strength ~ Katsuki Bakugo x Reader x Shoto Todoroki

Chapter 02~ Land of the Free

Your POV

        America...

        It was...alright I guess. The people here didn't have the passion for heroes like the ones back in Japan.

        I mean don't get me wrong, there were some who were hero crazy but compared to home, it was pretty boring.

        I left Japan when I was 11 to come to this place, but to be honest, I kind of regretted it.

        I left abruptly and without a word to any of my friends, not Izuku, not Katsuki, not Mashirao, not anyone.

        I just wanted to see them again and tell them that I was sorry, sorry for leaving them. The only person I really talked to was ST.

        I missed my home...
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        But I didn't miss my sister.

        She lied to me for more than a decade. Said that I just had to look pretty and be strong. Well I've learned that no one can be both.

        She qualified for the first part, yes, but "being strong", pfft, absolute bullshit. She couldn't even win against her own sister.

       And me? I was anything but pretty. Sure, people tell me I am, but compared to my own family? I was...nothing. I'll admit, I was jealous of my sister. She had it all, she was gorgeous. Sometimes I wonder why I was so...different.

       Well, at least I'm not a dirty liar like Nemuri.

       She didn't deserve her title as a pro hero, she didn't deserve all the fame and recognition she was getting.

       Since I found out, I promised myself to get to the top, to become a pro hero without my parents' shitty genes, but with something else...

       Pure strength alone.
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Present day

        5 years.

        5, average years in America. Now I was finally back. Back home in the warm, gentle atmosphere of Japan.

        But you know what's the best thing?
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        I stood in front of my dream school, sweaty palms clinging onto the straps of my backpack. I let out a shaky breath, heart pounding from the anxiety that was ahead of me.

        "This is it. U.A. High. My journey starts here," I whispered as I looked up at the building, slowly making my way to the front gate.

        It looked so much more grand in person. The sky reflecting off the windows, the majestic arches that marked the path to school, and to top it all off, the gorgeous cherry blossoms that fell from their branches, flowing gracefully in the wind.

       These next 3 years were gonna be amazing.
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        'Geez, these doors sure are big...do people have quirks that make them this huge?' I wondered as I stood outside Class 1-A, patiently waiting for my teacher, Mr. Aizawa aka EraserHead, to signal for me to come in.

        After he finished talking about his injuries and the sports festival, he finally called me in.

        "Finally, you guys will be getting a new classmate. She was originally from here but moved to America. She came back and has been accepted cause one of our teachers recommended her," Mr. Aizawa announced in a rather monotonous way.

       I gulped.

       'Here goes nothing. Or everything'

       I stepped into the classroom and was immediately greeted with 3 familiar faces.

        Izuku Midoriya,

        Katsuki Bakugo,

        and Mashirao Ojiro.

        The feeling of joy and guilt slowly started rising in me but I pushed them away, replacing them with what little confidence I had left.

        "Um - Hi. My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I hope that we can get along and become pro heroes together!" I stammered.

        'Damn that was cringey,' I mentally scolded myself. 'They probably think I'm a huge dork, which is kinda true,'

        "Any questions?" Mr. Aizawa questioned, looking rather bored.

        Mishiroa and Izuku's hands instantly shot up.

        "WHERE DID YOU GO AND WHEN DID YOU COME BACK?!?!" I visibly sweat-dropped at their questions. 'I'll have to explain to them later,'

        "Excuse me Mr. Aizawa but I have a question. Why is (L/N)-san able to wear the boys' uniform when she is visibly female? Does the school have any rules against this?" declared a boy in spectacles.

        'Must be the class rep,' I thought.

        "She requested that she got to wear pants instead of a skirt and since there are no rules against this, she's technically allowed to do so," replied Mr. Aizawa. 'Well yeah. Who wouldn't? It's sooo much more comfortable'

        "Now go take a seat at the back. I want to start our training," I walked to the back, smiling at Izuku when I passed, and sat next to a boy with bicoloured hair.

        I looked around and saw a guy with weird tentacle arms, and a girl with pink skin and hair, and probably the most interesting, a boy with a bird head.

        'Damn, I feel even more generic in this class. Oh well, just means I need to work harder to stand out,'

        "Ok students. Get into your hero costumes. You're going to spar against another student,"

        'Oh this school is awesome,'
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A/N: Ok I know these are a bit short but I'm not that good of a writer so yeah. Btw I'm also planning on posting this on My Hero Academia Amino so if you have an amino account, you can support me there!

~Delia Mae

Edit: This chapter was really cringey and bad before. So comments on some rude shit I said would probably not make sense to new readers but just know that I was an asshole a year ago.