My Hero (Bnha Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Class

What do you guys think of the artwork I just made for Komori?

"WAKE UP KOMORI!!!!"

I groan.

"Alright alright, shut up!" I shout, equally loud.

I open my eyes and see both of my dads looking at me from my bedroom door.

I groan and sit up.

"Why did you let him do that Dad?" I ask the man with black hair and handmade scarf.

Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead. My dad.

Yamada Hizashi, also known as Present Mic. My adoptive father.

"Because," Aizawa says. "I wanted you to be alert before your first day of school."

I jump out of bed, wearing what I always wear to sleep: a long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants.

"That's right! I have your class, right dad?" I ask.

He nods.

"Hurry up and get ready. Hizashi is walking you to school today."

I groan.

"I can walk to school myself."

Hizashi walks over and gives me a hug.

"We know Komori. We just want to make sure you're safe," he says.

I roll my eyes, smiling.

"Alright dad. Now can you both please get out so I can get ready?" I ask.

They leave and I put on my uniform. It fits well, accentuating my curves and showing off my ice-blue hair.

When I'm done brushing my hair I walk down the stairs. When I get to the bottom, ice covers the floor and walls near my foot.

"Woops," I say when my dads notice. "Guess I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be!" Hizashi says loudly. " It'll be fun!"

Aizawa walks over and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Just remember-"

"At school, you aren't my dads," I finish. "I got it."

"Right. The public doesn't need to know we have a daughter," Aizawa says.

I sigh and his gaze softens.

"I'm sorry Komori. We just don't need the extra attention from our family."

"I know," I say. "I just don't like keeping secrets."

He smiles, which is something he only does for us.

"I get it. Now hurry and get to school before you're late. We'll be there soon."

I walk into Class 1A and immediately run into someone with red hair. The floor freezes beneath my hands when I land.

"Sorry about that," I say, standing up. He tries to stand up but slips on the ice.

"Woah, is this your quirk?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say, holding out my hand to help him up. "Frost. I can freeze anything, but it only works in my limbs, hands, and feet."

"Cool," he says. "I'm Kirishima."

"Tora. Nice to meet you Kirishima."

I look around. We're the only ones in the classroom. Good.

Kirishima and I sit down and start talking and laughing when everyone slips on the ice. I make mental note on everyone's quirk and, when I can, their name.