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Hey guys! So sorry I missed last week's publishing. I'm having a rough ish week and I haven't been coping too well, my pals the only reason I've made it through this week. Anyway, I know it's late but, here's the chapter you've waited for!

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Y/N's POV

As I'm sat down besides my standing teacher, just watching how all my classmates act on a day to day basis, I've learnt it's pretty hectic. Some guys just herd around and chat as a group, some lecture people about behaviour, some sit alone, others destroy the classroom and threaten each other. Not gonna lie it's not too different from what I'm used to, my old class kinda was hectic but not this bad.

As I just watch as the classroom slowly gets obliterated, I fail to notice my teacher looking down at me, doing his own analysis. Only he decided to do his verbally instead of mentally like yours truly.

"So, no quirk. Huh?"

His gruff voice echoes in my head. It's not a question I'm unfamiliar with, I get it almost every day. Again, only person to pass the UA entrance exams, not to flex or anything.

"No sir,"

I simply answer as my gaze remains on the classroom, my classmates really are interesting people. My thoughts are disturbed once again by his voice bouncing off the walls of my mind yet again.

"So I'm safe to assume you're much stronger than the average person? Not everyone can survive a robot invasion,"

Again, a question I'm rather familiar with. It's hard to wrap your head around I guess.

"I mean, I guess. People did never believed me at first when I say I'm quirkless. Everyone just assumed I had some sort of strength quirk or illusion quirk that made me seem normal. But I'm just regular ol' Y/N!"

I reply with a slight hint of pride in my voice. After all, I won't say I'm not happy with all the work I did to get where I am at the minute. Aizawa simply hummed in response.

"So, why don't you have a quirk? A genetic problem or were you just one of the unlucky 20% of the population?"

Now, this question. I finally look up at him, this is my favourite question I could ever be asked.

"I'm a lucky one,"

I simply answer as I watch his expression change dramatically. From relaxed and lazy, to surprised and intrigued. I could tell how much he wanted me to elaborate so, I did it before he could ask me to.

"I don't like how someone can be expected to do greater than originally planned. I don't want to be expected to be the next god or something just because I have a few extra arms or have the ability to breathe fire,"

I love answering this question, I have such a passion for fighting for people who weren't blessed with 'blessings' known as quirks. And I thought I almost saw a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

"Smart kid," he mumbled, I only barely heard him, before he continued. "So, genetic or lucky?"

I giggled quietly as he completely brushed pass my little motivational speech and asks his previous question. I'm also glad he used the correct term, emphasising on the word also.

"As said, lucky. My dad has a magnetic quirk and my mom has a quirk called lullaby. It's nice,"

Aizawa nods as a sign that he understood. There was a moment of silence between the both of us whilst I turn my head back towards the still hectic classroom. Will Aizawa do something about this ooorr..?

"What quirk would you have liked to have?"

And now a question I don't like as much as the others. I just don't like it when people ask what quirk I would want, as if it would make any difference in my world. I don't take a single moment to answer before answering his question:

"None. I don't want one,"

I could tell I answered the question way too quickly. Not to mention my tone changed from its nice sweet tone, to a now blunt and rather annoyed tone.

Aizawa paused for a minute, a very long, minute. It was long enough to make me feel guilty about my tone and get very worried that I said something wrong. Jesus this pause feels like a millennium.

"Alright, I won't push it. It's clearly a sensitive topic,"

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, I still couldn't tell if he was upset at all, his tone barely changed...

I just shake it off and go back to watching the class once again. There's another long pause between Aizawa and I, but it wasn't a bad one. It was kinda nice actually, a casual, peaceful moment where the both of us didn't feel like we had the need to continue our conversation. Yeah, this is nice.

No one's POV

They both sat there as they watched the class rampage, most of them anyway. The classroom felt like a home to Y/N already, they felt so welcomed by so many people. They felt as if they belonged. They had met so many people that had such welcoming personalities, and even met some of their future enemies that they'll have to fight to become who they want to be. But either way, they felt safe, and happy.

Unlike at their home, where screaming filled the rooms and objects were viciously thrown around the household.

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Dun dun duuuuun! Short chapter!!!!!! Oh yeah also the reader has a broken family J which is worse tho? Short- no I'm kidding. Stay in tune for my shitty writing and the next chapterrrr. I'll try get two out soon, since I missed a week.

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