His Twin

Forty-five

Nodachi: A traditional Japanese sword  generally used in open-field confrontations by foot soldiers.

"Come on." I mutter standing apart from my class, I am trying to get my fire to go blue like Dabi's, but it's not as easy as it seems. "Crap." I put out the fire coming from my hand, it was white. My right side is way too hot to continue despite the fact that I was simultaneously using my left side internally to keep my core body temperature stable. I look at my hand sighing I need to cool off. I put my left hand over my other and cause ice to form on my right hand. But as soon as I stop using my quirk, the ice melts. 

Great

"You okay Sis?" Toya ask, I look up to see him beside me. When the heck did he walk over here? "Just too hot." I say, I need a bucket of ice water. "You're not that good looking." Toya shrugs, I stomp on his foot. 

With my heal.

"Hey!" he complains, "I did nothing." I reply moving my left hand away from my right, at least it's not melting right away. I glance up at my elder brother "Is there something that you needed?" 

"Just checking up on you." he shrugs before walking away, with a slight limp. The ice on my hand finish melting and I tentatively touch it, it's warm to the touch in my opinion; but it is not cooled down enough to safely use my fire. Might as well work on my ice.

I've gotten fairly good at the ice sculptures and I can add intricate designs on them; that is fun to do. Let's try a nodachi today. I feel my ice take the shape that I intend it to be. I hold the completed sword up to my face, of course I couldn't hold it in both hands as it is traditional held.

Unless- I place my right hand on the hilt of the sword, upon the sword not melting I grin victoriously.

Now can I hold it in my right hand alone. I am about to test this when it's time to go. I melt the nodachi in dismay, I can test it out later.

I walk over to my boyfriend and brothers "That was fun." I say, putting my arms around Izuku's and Sho's shoulders. "I guess so." Izu says, Toya sends a small glare toward me "Depends on if you think getting your foot stomped on by a certain someone." he is totally not referring to me. "Who would do that?" Bakugo asks coming out of nowhere. I shrug "No idea, but it was probably within reason." I sound like I am explaining a life changing theory.

"Shut up Azula." Toya says, "Make me Toya." I reply before sticking my tongue out at him.

"You little brat."

"You know you love me big brother." I smile.

Back to the classroom

I walk into class, laughing with Shoto and Izu as my phone goes off in the form of a text. I glance at it, it's from someone I haven't heard from since middle school. I can reply in a bit, I go to my seat. But my phone goes off again, from the same person.

[The following is the text starting with what Azula received when she walked in]

I: Hey, long time no chat. Just wondering how u r doing.

I: Also, r u going to be taking ur hero proficiency exam?

A: I'm doing alright, 
just walked into class after training.

A: And yeah I am along w/ the rest 
of my class.

I put my phone on silent and in my backpack in time for President Mic to walk in for English [Which I, your author, is very bad at as you can tell.] I pull out my English notebook that is hardly used. I just doodle in the margins and mildly take notes. 

"LETS GET EXCITED FOR ENGLISH!!!" President Mic yells, without using his quirk thankfully, "Today we are going to write poems, not haiku, about: Snowflakes." [This was my sister's idea, not mine. Ish.]

Snowflakes, in summer. Okay then, I can't be that hard.

Let's time skip about halfway through the class period.

"Alright who wants to present first?" our teacher asks as I finish up my image poem. 

Crickets apparently

"Alright Dabi why don't you start us off."  Mic points to my left. My brother stands up and walks up to the podium.

Dabi's poem, courtesy of my little sister

"My mom's beautiful white hair
which I did not inherit
could blend really nicely with the air.
Snow would be the merit
But a quirk with ice
at that night
could only be nice
In a snowball fight."

Toya goes back to his seat, my class a little surprised. I mean sure, he has his soft moments, but that poem topped them all. "Beautiful Dabi." Mic says "Who's next?"

"Me!" Bakugo walks up to the podium, notebook in hand.

His poem, again, brought to you by my sister:

"White flurries on the ground
Pure white is all around
And in the middle of the yard
Is a tub of 100% lard
Stuck to a dumb nerd."

That took a turn, but you got to admit, that is so Bakugo. "That was interesting, Kirishima why don't you present you poem." the banana sponsor says. The red head nods and go up to the podium.

Kirishima's poem, penned yet again by my sister

Snowflakes
White, pure, floaty
The prettiest at night
Red, sterile, burning
Ambers

"That's a Diamante poem, right?" I ask. The guy nods proudly "Yeah, I did something like this back in middle school."

"Amazing job Kirishima." President Mic says "And good job at noticing that Azula. Would you like to present next?" 

Before I can answer, Izuku says he'll go then I can read mine next.

Okay, this is the last poem written by my sister.

"It floats in the wind
And every is unique
And before you can take it in
The pictures that's within
are not critique
By those that see it in the wind."

My boyfriend smiles as he is complemented by our teacher. He could've for go the second and but other than that it was good.

"Azula." 

I walk up to the podium "My poem is called 'Snow People'." I pause slightly before beginning

"Every snowflake is unique.
Though a far,
They look the same.
But once you get to know them,
You begin to realize
That they are different.
Each with a different story that can be told,
With different experiences since they were created." I pause for a few seconds before I say my final line "Just like people."

I turn my notebook around so that everyone can see the image I had made with the words. The gasps were audible for some. "That must've been hard to do, excellent work Azula. " the hero says as the bell rings. I thank him for the compliment as I return to my seat.