[ON HOLD] Chika ran up to Honoka, hopeful in getting an autograph. "Um." Chika said as she held up her signing board. "Honoka-san, please sign this!" Honoka fumbled, startled by the sudden request given to her. Honoka looked at the girl, then to Umi, and then back. The Leader of Muse began smile. "Umi! We're still famous. I can't believe this!" Honoka grabbed Umi by the arm; shaking the blue haired girl with all her might. "We're. Still. FAMOUS!" "Of course we are." Kotori replied. "It hasn't been that long since we've had our concert in America..." "Please stop that Honoka!" Umi demanded.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" . This isn't true to America, after all a person can only take so much until they break. Contains depressed! America.

The beauty of the era of quirks wasn't the amazing abilities; it was that nobody sane would even entertain the thought that Kuroko, the most wanted vigilante in all of Japan, was Quirkless. Disclaimer: This story does not belong to me. It belongs to @A_ToastToTheOutcasts on Archiveofourown, and neither of us owns Boku No Hero Academia. Current Word Count: 90,014