(Y/N) get's into U.A. after going to school with Bakugo and Midoriya. Her flighty older brother, Hawks, has left her to figure life out on her own, with little to no help from her parents. But she meets a kind hearted two toned boy who she would pro...
"Kacchan, please! We can both do our best to get into U.A.!" I said and scrambled against the wall as my childhood friend took my journal. I hear the slam of the classroom door opening, and Kacchan and I turn to see who caused it. It's No. 3 pro hero Hawk's younger sister, (Y/n) Takami. She doesn't talk much in class, just glares into the distance, like a patient falcon watching prey. I scramble back more as she glares at Kacchan, sending a razor-sharp feather slicing through the air until it cuts into Kacchan's cheek, blood drips slowly from the wound, as the now bloody feather returns to it's original, soft texture, and landed at my feet. She walked up to Kacchan, her piercing yellow eyes (This is part of your quirk, your eyes are like that of falcons for optimal eyesight) seeming to stare through him. "Stop picking on Midoriya. Do you have some sort of superiority complex or something, you poor pampered child?" She said in an unwavering tone as Kacchan's palm lit up with sparks. "Nice sparklers, pretty boy." she commented. In a fit of rage Kacchan slammed his hands around my journal, blowing it up before (Y/n) could snatch it from his hands. He tossed it over his shoulder, out of the window. "My journal!!" I watched (Y/n) fling herself towards the window, fingers brushing the journal pages as it fell. She turned back to Kacchan and I only to be met be his hand closing over her face and releasing an explosion, sending her backwards through the window after the journal. She let out a small yell, and I watched as feathers flew up in her wake, spiraling into the air. I heard a small thud and a loud splash a few floors below. After Kacchan left I grabbed my bag and dashed out the door to find (Y/n) and my journal. In a small koi pond, (Y/n) was laying, looking straight up, burns and blood on her face, a small stream of blood from her right eye socket, one wing twisted at a horrific angle, the other almost bare of feathers. She coughed up a little blood, then slowly turned to me and gave a small smile. "H-here." She raised her arm that had been slung over the edge of the pool. She held up my journal, which was burnt, but almost completely undamaged by the water. "Thank you so much, here." I fretted about her, then lifted her from the pool, and propped her up into a standing position. "Can you walk?" She looked down and considered the large gouge in her leg, then looked up at a ledge that was covered in the wire used for bird prevention. Reference below for those who don't know
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And a bunch of her feathers were torn and clumped in the spikes, and blood dripped off a few. "I'll be fine." "Are you sure, you don't look fine." "I'll be fine. Thanks for the help. Word of advise: Avoid Bakugou if at all possible." And with that, she grabbed her shoulder, and held her wing in place as she called back the few undamaged or dry feathers to hold it to prevent more damage. And she walked away, as though nothing had happened.
