My Number One Hero-(All Might/ Toshinori Yagi) Book 3

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P A S T
"All men are not created equal."

I thought as I walked down the path, not paying any mind to the students around me with their friends or showing off their quirks to one another. I probably could have been one of them if I didn't transfer.

"There you are, Miss. Akaguro," someone called out.

I looked up from the ground and towards the person to see he was just an average person standing by the school gates with a simple suit and tie.

"Yeah..." I mumbled as turned my head to the side.

"I know that under different circumstances this would have been different and I apologize for the fact that you had to wait a semester to come in but it was because of an alert we received that All for One was expecting you to attend last semester and if you had shown up-well-"

"You don't need to explain," I said while lifting my head from the ground, "I understand. I just hope to get this over with. Being the new girl in the middle of the semester only comes garnished with attention."

"Yes," he replied as he began to lead me to the class room, "However, behind the halls of U.A. high, you will be protected."

"Hm."

He walked up a flight of stairs to which you followed and soon turned down a hall and began walking.

"Although, you were recommended by the top pro-heroes, under no circumstances are you to use your quirk unless there is a given circumstance. It is as you said, you will have eyes on you for a while and pretending to be quirkless would kill that attention away from you. Anything you learn, practice away from anyone who can see you. All for One is just waiting for a moment for you to reveal your power so that he can be back on your trail."

"Understood."

He stopped at the side of the front doors and soon turned towards me. To me, he was my caretaker and would stop by to check in on me and make sure that I was okay living a normal life and preventing any trail of All for One getting on my trail.

He soon smiled towards my way and pushed my long pink strands back from my face.

"I am extremely proud of you Hana," he smiled, "Please become the best you can so that one day you can bring about peace in this world permanently."

"Sure," I mumbled while opening the door to the classroom and walked in. Everyone who was paying attention to the teacher had turn their head my way. I walked in towards the teacher, short grey hair quite tall and handsome for his age, and passed him a slip to which he read and sighed.

"This is the new transfer student, Hana, she is here under recommendation of the top two heroes," he introduced.

Everyone soon looked my way enamored in some way. My caretaker would explain the look that guys would give me from the perspective of the guys themselves. He often told me that one  guy explained my beauty from how my slender waist, whistling down from my bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall, the bends of my hips, so voluptuous that they feel as if it has been carved out by the creator who sculpted out of care and feel just like a potter sculpts a vessel from raw clay. The bends of my hips and the fullness of my bosom, reminiscent of the idea of perfection. As I was fixing my hair, with those long slender arms, my navel naked for the world to view, my clothes draped so holistically, that the carves of my body become prominent by my clothing  which complements my lucid cream based color. The glistening skin and the color of cream, was enough to give heart aches to any of the guys, as it surely caused his heart to skip a few beats.