I'm back!!!! (with motivation to write) School starts in days, I'll probably get back to the habit of writing at night. I finally get to write the badass parts of y/n. Hooorraaaaayyyyy! So I might have made her a bit op but you know, it's more fun that way anyway so.

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"Get me... pant... the fuck... huff... through!" I made an attempt to manoeuvre my body through the dense group of interviewers, only to get further entangled in the commotion and become stuck. Some of my classmates were being barraged with questions, which I could see through the tiny gaps in between the squashed bodies. "Oh my goodness, is that yet another UA student? " My classmates are being rushed by groups of people, and I nearly get run over. Fuck my short stature.

I struggle to even move an inch and fight the urge to simply kick these obnoxious people out of the way so I can pass. From the corner of my eye, I see a large statured person holding a heavy camera, attempting to get a good angle of Bakugo. Completely focused on the task, he starts to totter towards me, losing balance. His shadow eventually covered my whole body, and his body was about to collapse on me.

"Oh, shi-" Bracing myself for a horrible crash, I scrunched my eyes up and my hands up, ready to block. Suddenly, something white whips through the air, dividing people and catching the man and me. Looking down, I see that I am wrapped in cloth like material, floating in the air. "If you're going to barge in doing interviews, then at least be careful of the students." Glancing at the rest of the interviewers, I see Aizawa sensei standing with his arms crossed, looking stern as usual.

"Ah, er, um, thank you." Landing safely on my feet, he stares at me from up to down. His face scrunched up a bit, looking confused. "Kiddo, are you sure you're supposed to be in high school?" My face blushing bright red, I yell back at him, cutting him off. "YES, I AM!"

God ducking damn it, I'm not even that short. Stomping across the hallway, I look through the windows to still see security guards holding back the interviewers. God, they were persistent. All might, the number one hero teaching at a school was extreme news to the whole of the media. After all, it was similar to announcing that Allmight was going to retire. As much as society didn't seem to notice such obvious signs, it was still a pretty big thing for them.

Sitting at my desk, I slump down as I see Aizawa sensei come through the door. Layzily getting papers out of folders, he neatly puts them out on his desk before facing the class and starting his announcements. "Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results." Grimly complimenting the class, his voice raspy as always, he faces us with a totoro smile, making some students light up while I freaked out a bit by the smile.

Then, raising his eyebrows towards the back of the class, he calls out to a certain somebody who has been emitting a muderous aura since morning. "Bakugo. You're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?" Causing him to sulk more and answer with a simple "Yeah, whatever." pouting as he looked away, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

Sighing at Bakugo's response, he turns to face the middle of the class, giving a hard glare towards Midoriya, who tensed up immediately. "And Midoriya. I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder. And don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk. That line is already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body while training here," he said, scrunching his nose up.

Facing away as he watches Deku laugh awkwardly, he sighs in resignation before mumbling loud enough for Deku to hear. "But your quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it." Deku's eyes lit up as he heard him compliment him. Watching the heartwarming scene unfold in front of me, I felt my heart ache slightly. He has such fatherly material.

"NOW, let's get back to business; our first task will decide your future." Raising his voice, he gets the rest of the class' attention back. Perking up, I blow my bangs out of the way to see Aizawa, slightly interested. "You all need to pick a class representative." Staring at him with a blank expression, I bonked my head onto the table, completely losing interest again. False hope for nothing.

"I'm not going to be your class rep," I say flatly. "Ehhh, but I thought you would be a good class rep." Tilting her head to the side, Ochako comments with a puzzling look on her face. "I cannot and do not want to represent this class." Completely seriously, I stare at her into her eyes, holding a hand in front, stopping her from talking further. "Nothing to debate here."

"Fine,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ then I guess Deku would be a better vote." Pouting, she goes back to her desk and focuses on the board.

Ok, so here are the results." Picking up the chalk, Iida starts to write lines next to the names on the board. Everybody other than Yaomomo and Midoriya got one to zero votes, with Midoriya getting three votes and Yaomomo following right underneath with two. Me and Ochako were both among the people who had zero votes.

Looking at the votes from the corner of my eye, I could see Iida's eye lighten up as he saw that he had one vote. He was one of the people who voted for Midoriya, meaning he wouldn't have had a vote unless someone voted for him. Curious, he looks around the room, trying to look at our faces. Feeling a little nice, I felt my lips curve a bit.

Cute.               (Platonicalyyyyyy do not ship them)

Walking out of class and stretching my arms, I go out into the corridor and onto the way to the cafeteria. Not that I was going to be eating anything from there. Walking past the seniors, I finally see the cafeteria, just as always filled with students. From looking at the hero course students, you wouldn't think that this school is that big; after all, there are only two classes. But the cafeteria was shared with all of the courses, which included the business course, support course, and management course.

In other words, Put around 20 students, times two, and then times that by around four, and that was about how many people were being shoved into this (large-ish?) room. And then take that number and multiply it by two, and that was approximately the number of people's profiles I had to memorise before coming here. But just because I memorised does not mean I still remember.

Cracking my back, I walk towards an empty table, holding my lunch up as I dodge through the packed room. Sitting in a chair for the last hour doing nothing was really tiring. I would have actually preferred having a pile of paper work on the table; at least that was being productive. I still had a lot of things to do here, but I already had an idea of who the traitor was—not that I was going to tell any of the heroes, and I can't just find rumours or blackmail material by sitting in a classroom.

After having my foot stepped on at least once, I finally get to the corner of the room where I decided to have a peaceful lunch. Sitting with everyone was really entertaining, but I also found it tiring to catch up with a conversation forever, and plus, I had a feeling that today I should be myself for lunch. Taking a seat, I retrieve my phone and my meal, glancing at the notifications. Thirty-six messages. the fuck?

Right before I tried to even look at the messages, an ear-piercing blare went across the whole building. Allerted, the whole building goes into commotion. "WARNING! LEVEL THREE SECURITY BREACHES" Listening to the announcements, I run across the room, reacting faster than everyone else, managing to run towards Ochako and Midriya before the whole cafeteria goes into turmoil.

"What's a "Level Three security breach?"" Panicking ochako asks Midoriya, who was also standing still in shock. "It means that someone's managed to get past the school's barriers! This hasn't happened in my three years here." Midoriya explains urgently. "We need to move, now!"

Shuffling through the crowd, I spot Midoriya and Ochako being pushed apart. It was too crowded to walk through and then try to find the culprit. Giving up on the doors, I jump over the railing onto the stairs, hoping that I'll find a window with a good view. Sure enough, after running through the empty halls, I see a window showing the backside of the school building.

Opening it wide, I jump off the ledge, turning into a flip at the last minute before touching the ground. Standing up as if nothing happened I walked along the wall until I felt someone behind me, but before I could turn back, he put a hand on my neck. "What are you doing here, kid?" Listening to the voice, I could tell he was a male in his twenties. From his footsteps, it is most likely that he is around 170 to 180cm tall and around 60 kg in weight. Considering that he didn't use a weapon to threaten me, he probably has a touch activating quirk, probably something that disintegrates things, as the way the wall was broken into pieces suggests.

"Shigaraki Tomura, the grand commander of the League of Villains. Well, well, what a remarkable coincidence to come across you here!" I remark, purposely emphasising his title. Sensing his confusion, I can feel his grip loosening around my neck. "How do I know who you are?" he demands, his voice dripping with menace as he shoots me menacing glares. Suppressing a laugh, I find his attempts at intimidation rather comical. Clearly, he falls short of being truly frightening.

"Well, what can I say? I'm an honour student who does her research." Turning around, I look up at his face. Hands all around his head, frizzy and damaged hair, and extremely dry lips. "It seems to me that since you don't know who I am, you didn't." Raising my shoulders, I make obvious mocking gestures towards him, causing him to tense up and his veins to pop.

"Let me guess, I said, putting a finger up to my chin and tilting my head, pretending to think. You're planning on using this as a warning to UA so that their image slowly falls. Correct?" Although he kept a straight face, I didn't miss the small flicker of surprise that he showed in his eyes. Bingo.

God, well, I've got to say, you're doing a fine job. Ever since I stepped into this school, their extremely low security has been bothering me. Especially considering that destroying their so called 'indestructible wall' is really easy. I'm pretty sure this would rouse the media enough to ruin their reputations a little. Oh, but I've got to say, you should have made your presence more clear if you were trying to announce your identity." Blabbering on, I could see the extremely visible sight of confusion on his face. I guess praise isn't the first thing you would expect from an UA student, is it?

"Are you interested in villain activity, kid?" Obviously more comfortable around me, he takes off his hand, crossing his arms. Looking at him dead in the eye, I answer back "I prefer the wording 'keen in sociology." Cackling at my joke, he looks down at me as I get closer. "Well, with your knowledge, what would you say about our plan?" He's testing my capabilities. Interesting.

Smirking with confidence, I go up to him, his face inches from mine. "It's TRASH." His body backed up in shock as he tried to yell at me, but I cut him off, holding a hand up. "No, shut your mouth up; you're the one who asked." His face was obviously flushed, and he gritted his teeth, holding back from attacking me.

"If my guess is right, then your further plans would be that after this whole thing goes on the media, you are going to attempt a larger scale attack and then, if you're lucky, kill Allmight." I tilted my head at him, mockingly laughing with my nose, amused by his childish reaction.

"Cliché, predictable, lacking creativity and maturity. Your plans rely solely on the power of your small group, but let me pose a question: how long have you and your cohorts been together? A month, maybe two, or at most a couple of years? And let me guess: there's zero trust among your comrades, am I right? Yet you claim to have aspirations for world destruction. Perhaps you should start by organising some team-building activities, don't you think?"

And that was it. That was all I needed to cut his patience off and make him lash out. Launching himself at me from his position. One hand aiming to grab my face and the other at my shoulder. Not moving at all, I swiftly take a gun out of a piece of paper hidden in my sleeve and point the muzzle under his chin. Both of us stopped right before we touched each other.

"A gun, huh? How did you get it past the security?" Growling, he goes back to his amused voice. "Simple, my quirk, unlimited storage of anything I want into my body. I can get them past any security, even the borders of the famous Yokohama." Now that we've gotten his attention, if everything is going according to plan,

"Hey, you kid there, what are you doing?!" A voice called out, and I turned to see a black figure swiftly approaching. But before I could respond, Shigaraki vanished, leaving me face-to-face with the teacher. "Oh, it's you, kid. What are you doing here? Everyone else is already outside," Aizawa said, his expression filled with concern as he redirected my attention to the situation at hand.

"Ah, sorry, sir, the corridors were so packed, so I guessed that windows would have been faster, but then I got lost." Thinking up a lame excuse, I run towards where he came from, hoping to join my class before he asks any other questions.

"Who were you talking to?" Watching y/n dash towards the other kids, Aizawa mumbles as his suspicions towards the girl from Yokohama grows.

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The next few chapter we will be able to see actual actions scenes of her fighting (tho I suck at them). I'll try my best, and the gears are finally turning, perhaps part two of the whole plot isnt too far afterall... you'll never know (and nor will I)

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