greene_eyed_monster
Lorenza "Lore" Tokugawa has spent most of her life being told three things:
-Keep the necklace on.
-Keep her mouth shut.
-And, above all else... be very careful what she wants.
She's been reasonably successful at ignoring two of them.
Lore would much rather spend her nights singing in questionable bars, collecting even more questionable friends, and avoiding the hero industry entirely.
Unfortunately, rumors about her Quirk have started spreading, and apparently "leave her the fuck alone" was not one of the options considered by her family, the Hero Commission, or the three heroes sent to drag her backstage in Tartarus-grade restraints.
Now U.A. is calling it protective custody.
Lore is calling bullshit.
Between mandatory hero training, old family expectations, villains who already know her by name, accidental friendships, and far too many attractive men becoming increasingly inconvenient, Lore has one objective:
Get through this without becoming the weapon everyone keeps preparing for.
Which would be considerably easier if reality would stop listening every time she wants something.
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A/N: First fic on this platform, so please be gentle while I figure things out. Lore has lived in my head for a very long time, and I finally decided to let her out.
She's messy, dramatic, flirtatious, privileged, occasionally questionable, and very intentionally not everyone's cup of tea.
But if you're here for questionable decisions, painfully slow burns, morally flexible friendships, ridiculous flirting, found family, and everyone gradually realizing this girl may be significantly more dangerous than she lets on...
Welcome. Please come suffer with me. 🖤