Class 1-C (My Hero Academia Fanfiction) - Book 1

Tohru Ashikaga PT. 1

A/N: Flashbacks of Tohru's life at U.A before becoming a Yukimura.

-Flashback-

???: *Sobs* I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...

???: Shh... It's okay...It's not your fault..

???: No...everything that occurred was my own....

He tried to stop her...by she wouldn't listen...

???: I'm sorry Tohru-kun...I'm so sorry...

Tohru: Fumiko.......

The day he was able to saved her...was the day where he lost his quirk...

-Flashback-

Tohru's life was surprisingly decent when he was growing up.

He had good parents. Good friends. And a cool quirk. Nothing much out of the ordinary for him.

Like everyone else, he wanted to be a hero.

When Tohru was four, his parents became worried if his quirk has yet to manifest.

It does so at the very unexpected time... Not that the quirk itself is what anyone would expect.

Normally, quirks of the children resemble their parents'. Well, not in this case.

And with his quirk...to say that Tohru is surprised would be an understatement...

He's determined to find a way to use it though.

Which is why he started putting quirk basic training to good use...by applying to U.A.

At the age of fifthteen, he managed to get in. His parents congratulated him for getting accepted into one of the best heroic schools and he traveled to go to the school that sits atop a forested hill that overlooks Musutafu, Japan.

Tohru: I made it...So...this is U.A...

Tohru examined the huge building. He can't believe he's finally going to be a U.A student. Studying here for the next three years until he can graduate and become a cool hero.

It feels like a lifetime dream.

Whatever U.A has in store for him and everyone, he will do his best to take it like a man!

After all, no one likes a quitter.

Tohru: Here goes...

Just as he was about to enter the gates towards the building.

He felt a huge cold chill run down his back.

One pair of eyes watching him behind his back made him shudder. He slowly turned his head to be greeted with another face.

It was a girl.

She had long white hair and light skin. She was wearing what seem to be a white and purple yukata. She wore an emotionless expression on her face.

Tohru: (She's....beautiful...)

Girl: Move...

Torhu: Eh?

The non-expression went away before it turned into an cold-hearted glare. The atmosphere went down to a negative degrees.

Girl: You're in my way.

Tohru:....O-Oh...sorry...

He moved out of the way as the girl walked down the lane into the building.

Tohru watching her as she left.

Tohru: (Who was that...?)

-Flashback-