The Iron Lily [Boku no hero Academia Next Gen]

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Despite the EEF being my permanent residence, I didn't know an awful lot about it. Hell, I didn't know an awful lot at all. We had limited access to any kind of education. There was a library with a total of under twelve books, half of which were Charles Dickens and Shakespeare. Not the most interesting to my childish self.
I learnt the most at ages 7 and 13. Not because education was provided, but because someone gave me a chance.
Who was this kind soul, you may ask? One of the guards maybe, who snuck some supplies in. Or perhaps one of the scientists, who, as it turned out, wasn't that evil at all.

Wrong, wrong, and wrong.
It was an inmate. Both times. Really goes to show the world's cruel nature, huh?
Society doesn't give a shit about you unless you can be useful.

Sector F was surprisingly normal. Its seemed identical to all the other sectors. At least, in its ground structure.
The second I stepped through those intimidating hinges and onto the cool stone floor, my neck was attacked. I had nothing to defend myself, no time to react for the drugs were heavy in my blood.
My collar, the signature trait of confinement, was ripped from me. My long white hair, dyed from the side effects of the drugs was yanked, and sliced in one clean movement. Now it only fell as far as my ears, when it once reached my shoulder blades.
I stumbled back, white flashing in front of my panic-stricken eyes. I had no clue what was going on, and there was no way for me to express that. Forcing my eyes as firmly shut as I held my mouth, I struggled to pull my arms towards me, but to no avail.

"Oh come on, seriously? The last one was hard enough!"
"Quit complaining."

The second voice was one I recognised, one that filled me with unconditional terror. With one last attempt, my eyes fleeting open like a deer caught in headlights, I ran. Pushing and pleading for my quirk to activate, using even the slight metal I could find.
The hinges would be enough, just please activate you dickweasel of a quirk!

By some miracle, I wrenched my torso from the guards sharp grasps and got about four glorious meters before running into another one.
Goddammit, I left my eyes shut.
I felt this body tense, before letting out the most overdramatic sigh I have heard to this day, and guiding me back to the others.
At this point, I don't really have much more option than to comply. Not like I know this area or more importantly, how to escape.
They know this.

It was a strangest feeling, having nothing on my neck. I've had time to get used to it now of course, but when it was first taken off I felt like another person. I hated that collar, we all did. It was our tag, our tracker, our marker to show off our worthlessness. Yet, otherwise was ours. That collar was mine. I had worn it for seven long years.
My hair was another thing. I don't remember much of its original colour, though I believe it was a very dark brown. It grayed very quickly after taking the drugs, and we never cut it. For convenience sake, I don't understand why they left it long. Men and women alike. To have it cut so suddenly was shocking, and so the walk down to, well, wherever we were going, let it sink in a little.
It wasn't very pretty, they'd just sliced it right through with a rough blade, a quirk I assumed, cause none of them carried weapons.

I'm guided down this seemingly familiar corridor, lined with doors of the strangest combination of materials. I could identify some reinforced steel, but there wasn't enough for me to bend the door, nevermind break it down. Even the hinges were fabricated from a mishmash compound.

Well played Ellemwell, well played. You won't manage to keep me here though, not where you've removed the only thing stopping me from activating my quirk.

I was pushed along for a few minutes before we stopped at one of the many doors.

"This," started the female guard (who coincidently was the one I bumped into) "will be your cell."
And the strangest thing happens. She took my hand in hers, opened it palm upwards, and places a key into it.

"Dinner is at six sharp, don't be late. The canteen, alongside common room is on the left-hand side at the end of the corridor."
She spun on her heel and prepared to leave, before pausing and adding one last exasperated comment.
"Oh, and try not to get lost. We don't want to lose another one, do we?"

One breath and she's gone. Two curt glares from the others and they disappear on her tail.

With that, I turned to face what I guess is now my door. No metal, of course they were smart, and a very welcoming wooden handle, inscribed with the four letters;

L I L Y