《 How do you look at life? Is the glass half empty or half full? Well, my glass is broken. Life hasn't always been this way. I was a very happy child growing up, even though I didn't have a mom. That was until she came along. But she's not my real mom, and she never will be. She was the reason for many of the scars I had, both physically and mentally. Whenever I bring up the topic to my dad, he tries to confront her. But she always acts like the perfect wife around him. And to make matters worse, they had kid, who she absolutely spoiled. But at least my younger half-sister respected me. Right?
I guess you could say this is a Cinderella story, and I have to find my "happily ever after." But life isn't that easy. My life is broken, at least to me. So, what do I do? I go to UA to become a hero so I can help other broken people, and possibly piece myself back together with what I have left. Because hurt people, hurt people. Believe me, I know. So what happens when I meet someone whose glass was never even there? 》
This is my second story! Feel free to leave any feedback or constructive criticism! Sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. If I notice any, I will go back and fix them. Also I will use the main plot of MHA aside from some minor details and things including Y/n. I may or may not add smut, depending on what you guys want.
*I do not own the original MHA plot or characters used in the manga/anime. The characters and plot belong to Kohei Horikoshi and the other creators of MHA.*
*Any art used does not belong to me. If I don't give the proper credit and you know the artist, please comment the name of the creator. However, most art will be free of copyright.*
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.