I always believed that each human being is unique from one another. From the facial structure, the skin, to the roots of your hair, the eyes be it shape and color, down to the finger prints. Each individuals personality would either clash or sometimes match well with different people.
As everything goes by, I believe that we are not far from unique. We are always bound to earthly desires. We were never free beings. There will always be one thing that makes us the same. In my eyes, everyone was the same. By money, fame, acceptance, honor, women, pride, satisfaction, love, sin, hunger, which are you a slave for?
Quirk: Living Voodoo Doll
With a goal to prove everyone wrong about you, you set yourself off to become a pro hero instead of following the footsteps of your villainous father.
There's just a catch. To protect your identity, you must enroll into U.A not as a girl, but as a boy.
It would have been a walk in the park, had you not accidentally caught the eye of a couple interesting new classmates of yours. Now there's a bit of competition for you attention, especially from class 1-A's cool, reserved Todoroki and hot headed Bakugou.
4/25/20 a/n: Probably not the ending you're looking for. At the time I didn't know I'd have a larger audience to please so I just wrote what I felt like. If you're dissatisfied, get it off your chest and eat a snickers or something and thank you if you choose to read this book lol.