Ivette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...
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"TAKING NOTES AGAIN?" A honeyed, serene voice trilled through the air, the familiarity of it reaching a mumbling green-haired boy. "Kinda creepy."
Izuku looked up from his notebook, pausing in his scribbles. His eyes widened at the sight of his sister. "Ivette!"
"Hey, wait: you're taking notes? You wanna be a hero?" Ivette turned to see a bald guy with pointed 'x's extending off his head staring at her brother, a large grin stretched across his face. Her eyes narrowed, inching closer to Izuku. The man gave him a thumbs up. "That's great! You can do it!"
Izuku's face lit up, whirling around in surprise and glee. "Yes! I'll do my best!"
A smile tugged at her lips; the happiness radiating off her brother was more than enough to calm her. "Come on, Zuku," she called softly. "We're going to be late for school."
"Oh! Coming!"
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"Since you're all third years, it's time for you to think seriously about your future."
Sitting in class, Ivette Midoriya laid her chin on her palm, gaze sitting amongst the birds in the sky. Oh, how she wished to be one with them, free from the troubles of the world, soaring through the firmaments with broad wings.
