I Am Not Number Seven (TUA/MHA Crossover)

1. Vanya: Origins

 Vanya grit her teeth as a metal hand pressed into the back of her head, shoving her face into the floor of the gymnasium.

"Focus, Number Seven. Use the anger you feel and respond to the problem in front of you!" Vanya's father yelled from across the room.

The girl grumbled under her breath and focused on the battle android above her, the soundwaves created from the whirs of the gears inside it were imperceivable to the average human's ears. But not to Vanya. She checked her mental counter of power that she had stored up, there was enough to release a good amount of energy. Using her quirk, the girl drew the soundwaves towards her and in a quick moment, expanded them outward, blasting the android off of her body.

Vanya jumped to her feet once she had the freedom to move again, prepared to attack but as she looked up, she saw no need to. The android had slammed against the roof with the force of the girl's blast and shattered, the pieces raining down onto the padded floor. Her eyes immediately went to her father, awaiting his approval so she could finally be done.

"Adequate work, Number Seven." he nodded at her panting figure, "But it is hardly a good note to leave the Academy on. You'll do well to improve in your hero classes if you even get into a school with those unpolished skills."

The girl resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Yep, that's dear old Dad, always so caring. But Vanya was familiar with how he expected her to react. She bowed her head and spoke with no emotion, "I'm sorry, Father. I'll do better to not tarnish the reputation of the Academy."

His face showed no contentment at the girl's apology, she wondered if he knew it was bullshit. "Then do better," he said, ignoring the undertones of their conversation. He reached inside his coat and pulled out a manila folder with a large '7' on the cover, the number Vanya had been assigned at birth, and handed it to her. "Your training is now complete, as of now, you have graduated from the Umbrella Academy. Nevertheless, your work is not done as you must now apply to the top hero schools of your chosen country and excel in your courses."

Vanya walked over to him and took the folder, raising her eyebrow as she did, "Apply? I thought you were going to get us in on recommendations." she said, flipping through the contents of the folder, it contained all her documents: birth certificate, adoption papers, transcripts from homeschooling, passport, and her hero study visa along with other documents she'd need after she moved to her chosen country, Japan.

Her father's eye twitched and he pursed his lips before speaking, "Yes. That was the case. Unfortunately, there have been complaints from the public that favoritism has corrupted the hero profession and as a show of good faith," he said that like he was disgusted by the words, "I have elected to have you and your class apply to hero schools this year."

The corner of Vanya's mouth turned down in displeasure, there goes her easy in to a top school. The one time nepotism was supposed to help me and I get fucked over anyway, just my luck, she thought, bitterly. "No wonder you're having us move so early. I thought I was just extra time to get situated." she remarked. It was the middle of January now and the seven teenagers of the graduating class were scheduled to leave tomorrow. Entrance exams for hero schools were in February, acceptance letters were sent in March, and started in April so it was suspicious how much time off they were supposed to have. However now, that time spent relaxing will be filled with taking exams and waiting. Shit.

"Language, Number Seven." Oops.

"I'm sorry, Father."

He sighed, "Nonetheless, I am equally frustrated with the situation." His eyes narrowed and he looked menacingly into the distance. It was times like this where Vanya was even more scared of her father, he was not just her trainer but also a pro-hero by the name of Multimind. Her father's quirk helped many people over the years, the ability to split his consciousness into a sentient clone of himself that shared a hivemind with his other infinite number of clones. He was currently in the top 10 heroes of America, even while running a school intended to raise child soldiers. Although it helped that he could literally be in a hundred places at once. He is revered a true pro-hero by society and he looked the part. Vanya's father, real name- Reginald Hargreeves, was in his 60s, bald with a salt and pepper beard, posture like a soldier, and always wearing a monocle and a three-piece suit. He looked like how the word 'strict' sounded, maybe that's why so many people were scared to stand up to him about the treatment of his adoptive children. And although legally, he was her father and she referred to him by that title, Vanya did not consider him family. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Vanya, "You would think that after all I have done for this world, they would respect me a bit more."