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My Superpower [BNHA x Hamilton CROSSOVER]

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Alexander Hamilton, a good-looking, orphan from the Caribbean. No one wanted him, yet the whole world was soon to learn his name. He wrote a detailed paper on a hurricane which raised funds for him to go to live in America, and most likely pursue hi...

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by silver_swordswoman

by silver_swordswoman

3rd Person POV

The dark-haired boy walked towards the building, confidence burning in his brown eyes. Today, he would perform in the entrance exam for U.A. high, a prestigious hero school. Alexander longed for recognition and a name, and he was sure that this was the right way to go.

As the boy was deep in thought, he didn't realize that he had walked into a taller figure. Alexander felt smaller as the cold chestnut eyes scanned him. Quickly, the orphan scampered, standing up again to run to the entrance of the building. By now, Alexander realized that two other boys were standing next to the one he bumped into- what a cliche trio they were.

The Hamilton boy finally realized whom he had run into, two boys of high-status hero families, and one already of great fame. A hand slid under Alexander's chin, positioning it to directly face who he now recognized as Thomas Jefferson, "Now what do we have here?" The curly-haired boy said, smirking at Alexander. "A wanna-be hero. A pathetic weakling like you could never get into U.A. Why don't you just give up now?" Tears were welling in Alexander's eyes as he slapped Thomas's hand away.

"G-go away, you imbecile!" Alexander yelled. Everything in the russet-haired boy's sight started turning a shade of purple. He couldn't lose control of his Quirk this early- he would never get into U.A. then. One of Thomas's friends came running at Alexander, summoning something greyish in his palms. For a split second, Alexander locked eyes with his newfound rival making him stop midair. The devilishly good-looking boy recreated Jefferson's smirking expression while the rich boy's face turned pale, "Please don't talk to me again if you don't want to get frozen like your dear friend here." And with that, Hamilton disappeared to the waiting area, his heart beating quickly in his chest.