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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 with 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 anything remotely resembling the hero industry. Unfortunately, rumors about her Quirk have started spreading, and apparently "leave the rock star 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 itself protective custody.
Lore is calling bullshit.
Between reluctant hero training, old family expectations, villains who already know her by name, several increasingly complicated friendships, and a collection of attractive men who seem determined to become her problem, Lore has exactly one objective:
Get through this without becoming the weapon everyone keeps preparing for.
Which might be easier if reality would stop listening every time she wants something.
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A/N: This is my first fic on this platform, so please be gentle with me while I figure things out. Lore has lived in my head in one form or another for a very long time, and I finally decided to let her out into the world.
She is messy, dramatic, flirtatious, privileged, occasionally questionable, and very intentionally not everyone's cup of tea. If you find her completely insufferable, that's okay! There are approximately eight billion other wonderful stories on here waiting for you.
But if you're here for questionable decisions, painfully slow burns, morally flexible friendships, ridiculous flirting, found family, and everyone collectively realizing this girl may be significantly more dangerous than she lets on... welcome. Please come suffer with me.
🖤