━ "you trust me right?" ✧
day in day out, it was sleep, study, and laugh at their jokes like she gave a shit.
she craved excitement, and who could deliver better than two 1-A hotties and a blood thirsty villain?
traitors, smut and a character who e...
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Two weeks.
Two weeks were all you had to get your quirk in check before the sports festival. You trekked towards your neighborhood park, mind wandering through reoccurring thoughts.
You decided to make use of your week off and actually train. But where do you even start? Whatever, it was that or being stuck at home to overthink your encounter with Shouto, whom you later looked into and found to be the son of a very prominent figure.
You didn't know whether to feel more ashamed or indulge in the satisfaction of your little fling with Endeavor's son. Not that the status meant anything to you.
You too had inherited a strong quirk from your father, who was a well-known surgeon. He used his time control to bend fate and had saved thousands of people's lives at their very last moments.
Not everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth, though. Your mother was quirkless, yet still lived happily as an accountant. She took great care of you and your younger brother, as your father often had to step out for work affairs.
And just like that, life had always been so mundane. Besides the locker room occurrence from yesterday, which perhaps was the reason you wanted it to happen. Every year you watched the UA sports festival on television with your mother and brother, but now you'd be on the other side. It still felt surreal.
For some reason, you weren't exactly thrilled. It seemed to be the opposite for your classmates, though. Everyone was talking about it, training for it, dreaming about it. Everyone but you.
There was no particular reason for you to become a hero in the first place. No tragic backstory or financial issues, just that you wanted to help others, and if all else fails you could become a surgeon just like your father. By doing this, you were chasing your selfish desire for an unpredictable life of excitement. That, and being a hero was fucking cool.
Besides the power and appearance you inherited, you didn't feel like you had any outstanding qualities, at least, not those of a heroine.
You weren't like your friends, Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka, who had a remarkable passion for being heroes. Hell, you were nowhere near the boy you admired so much, whose drive to be the best was unmatched.
But while you weren't raring to fight with others, you weren't bad at it. Your team won the battle trial that took place days before, thanks to the techniques your father had taught you, albeit minimally.
Time manipulation allowed you to change the speed at which time flows, making it faster, slower, and at its peak, stopping it altogether as your father demonstrated daily on the job.
