So I had a fleeting moment of a concept for this story and then I pictured this one scene in it, and then another, and then another, and finally I was like "OK, let's do it, let's stay up until 6:30am because Shouto Todoroki deserves happiness." Refer to my note at the bottom but I'm currently re-editing the early chapters that have some errors in them in between updates, so bear with the minor grammar and punctuation errors sorry! Some of the minor storyline issues can't be fixed, but the quality gets better in later chapters (I swear).

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Acadamia, I just own my OC character.

Character Profile: Mirai Himori

Appearance: Blue eyes, long blue hair worn in high pigtails, fine features. (See cover picture.)

Quirk: Foresight – She can see potential visions of the future and base her decisions on which future to take. Her visions are clearer and more distinct the closer they are to the current time.

Affiliation: U.A. High School Hero Class 1A

Height: 148cm

Birthday: November 1st

Blood Type: AB

Likes: Karaage (by the boatload)

Foresight: The Knowing Hero

Chapter One: It begins.

The hallway was eerily silent as I made my way down it. The only sounds were the distant chatter of far away students, the slamming of classroom doors and my hurried footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as I rushed down the halls, cheeks slightly flushed red and breath heavy.

I was late. It was the first day of school, the first day of U.A. High School, and I'd ended up late.

Perfect.

I could almost see my mother laughing at me in my mind's eye, her kind eyes twinkling with mirth at the situation I'd found myself in. Of all the people to end up late due to unforeseen events, I was the bottom of the list. I shouldn't have even been on the list.

And yet, here I am. I thought, with grim humor.

As I rounded another corner in the maze of brightly lit corridors, I took a moment to wish forlornly that the morning had gone how I'd hoped. I would have arrived early, able to take my time wandering down the hallways of the school that made so many heroes so famous, so inspiring. I would have found my classroom, been able to memorize my way there, and parked myself in a desk near a window. I could have met my new classmates, made some introductions and scoped out their quirks. I could have given myself a second to take it all in, all this newness and prepare for the day ahead.

Not quite the current situation.

The courtyard that I could see through the window was empty, and the few stragglers I saw at the ends of the long hallways all seemed to be in their own rushes to get to class. I was glad when I reached the corridor that I knew my own class was in.

Finally.

Maybe I could start my blossoming hero career without a detention on the first day.

My footsteps slowed as I approached the door with trepidation. It was huge, with 1-A painted on the front in red letters. It was propped open and I could see a few students still milling in the doorway, it calmed my heart for a few seconds, before the pace ramped up again and my stomach tied itself in knots. This time, there was some excitement in the mix of emotions swirling in my stomach. I took a deep breath, trying to rid myself of the feeling. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to feel giddy about where I was. My focus was on not making a poor impression on my first day. Which was difficult, as I noticed that one of the students was not a student, but the homeroom teacher.

Shit, definitely late, I thought, watching him speak to the students. My now classmates were staring at the teacher in shock and it took all of a second to realize why. He looked like he was homeless. His hair was scruffy and unkempt, his eyes bloodshot, and the mustard yellow sleeping bag pooled at his feet didn't help the impression. He began addressing the room and my mind raced as I contemplated my next move.

If only I hadn't arrived late, this would have been easier.

I had already been running slightly late - snoozing my alarm one too many times after a restless sleep full of vivid dreams - when my mother had called me, asking if I could bring her a few items from home. She hadn't known I was already late of course, and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see her before this big day. But with that, my 'slightly late but still on time', was out the window.

But could I still get in without garnering his attention?

I decided rather quickly though, that there was no way around it. I couldn't wait, I'd have to take my chances, and I carefully slipped through the gap between the teacher and the doorway. Edging my way into the room as quietly as I could, I listened as he addressed the students in the doorway, before moving to the room as a whole. I almost glued myself to the wall as I searched for a seat, hoping I was right and that he was focused on the other side of the room. As long as he was distracted, I could take my seat and act like I'd been there the whole-

"…limited. You kids are not rational enough. Especially you, Himori. Trying to sneak passed me is a useless effort."

I froze.

Yeah, I should have known that it wouldn't work.

Shit.

I felt a flush of pink take over my face as the room turned its attention to me. Twenty pairs of eyes were suddenly focused on me and it didn't help the heat that I could feel spreading across my cheeks.

I closed my eyes, taking a moment to think and make sure that what I was about to say wasn't going to wind up with me in detention, before I turned to my new homeroom teacher. He looked like he hadn't shaved or slept in weeks as he eyed me neutrally. I gave him the biggest smile that I could, cheeks pulling with the tension I still felt.

"I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei. I didn't mean to be late, but something came up. I'll make sure to be early next time."

"Flattery will get you nowhere in my class, Himori. Keep that in mind in future." He droned, sounding bored and I bit back my sigh of disappointment.

It wasn't that surprising. A man who came to work looking like that wasn't the type to allow manners and compliments to interfere with his opinions. But since he didn't look like he actually cared that I was late, I figured that I was probably fine. Although, he looked like he didn't really care about anything.

"As Himori stated, I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Nice to meet you." He continued, turning his attention to the class, before he reached into the sleeping bag he was holding and pulled out a blue sports uniform. "It's kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field."

I felt my eyebrows raise in surprise, before another smile spread across my face. Practical classes ten minutes into the first day? Interesting.

I could see the rest of the class was just as surprised by the turn of events as they watched the teacher. But I assumed that U.A. was going to have a lot of surprises over the next three years, even for me.

It was like someone hit fast forward on a remote because everyone filed out of the room pretty quickly, presumably to go find our own uniforms in the locker rooms. Some voices broke the silence as students questioned what we'd be doing, the air was filled with nervous tension and excitement. Finding a desk would have to wait, I decided as I turned to join them, but stopped when a familiar voice spoke from behind me.

"Mirai."

I froze again, tension crept up my spine and my stomach tightened as I easily recognized the voice. No way, I thought to myself, no way, no way, how could I not know... Of all the options, all the futures, and this was what was happening. But of course, if I thought about it, it shouldn't have been very surprising.

U.A. held surprises indeed.

I wanted to kick myself for not having considered the scenario... for not taking the five minutes to realize. So naive... I turned to look at the boy behind me. He was staring down at me with a neutral expression, like always.

"Shouto." I replied to him, meeting his gaze evenly. The silence stretched out for a moment as we surveyed each other. His red and white hair slightly obscured his face and his mismatched, blue and grey eyes watched me with barely any emotion present, a mask he always wore. However, I thought I could see annoyance hidden in the depths of them. I knew he wasn't pleased with having found ourselves in this situation.

Yeah, this situation isn't ideal for me either, you know. I thought to myself as I watched him.

"You're at U.A." He stated calmly, finally breaking the silence and I nodded.

"As are you, apparently."

"In this class."

"Yep."

"Did my father send you here to watch me?" He asked me and I noticed his eyes had narrowed minutely. The burst of anger I felt was probably poorly hidden from him. I wasn't sure whether to stare at him incredulously, laugh, or punch him.

Why would Shouto's father send me to watch him? Did he think that me telling him I planned on being a hero was just an elaborate ruse to be his father's spy? Why would I agree to that? I didn't linger on the last thought for long, and my own eyes narrowed as I eyed him.

"No. Your father doesn't have that much influence in what I do with my life." I paused, contemplating it for a moment as he watched me. "Although, I suppose if I had planned on going anywhere else, he may have. But as I told you before, Shouto, I want to be a hero. U.A. is where that's done best, thus, I am here."

I gestured down at myself to elaborate my point, emphasizing the grey uniform I wore, with spots of red and green. I was pretty sure the nerves and adrenaline of my first day were getting to me as I stared at him defiantly, but I'd given up a lot to make sure I made it to this school. U.A. was my time to shine. Shouto's eyes followed the trail of my hand as I pointed out my new attire, before he met my gaze again with clear disinterest on his face.

I never understood how he had such control over his emotions. He never showed anything. It was always locked up inside, cool indifference the only thing visible – which was what he showed now.

When I first met him, I had wondered if perhaps he genuinely had no feelings, that he just didn't care for anything. That impression only lasted all of five minutes before I decided that Todoroki Shouto was a complicated person. And I had yet to figure out a way to manage that.

"Stay out of my way." Shouto finally spoke up quietly, before he slowly walked passed me, his shoulder brushing mine as he made his way out of the classroom. The close contact caused another burst of emotions, which I firmly decided to ignore.

I frowned after him for a moment, before releasing a sigh as I turned to the empty room. I hadn't even had an opportunity to figure out what desk was mine yet. But I supposed that it would have to wait until after the impromptu outdoor class.

With a jolt, I realized the empty room meant that everyone else was well and truly gone, already ahead of me. I was wasting time, and not wanting to incur the wrath of Aizawa twice in less than an hour, I rushed to the locker rooms to get changed.

I barely had enough time to give the fellow girls in my class a rushed smile, before I was yanking off my uniform and shoving on the gym clothes from my assigned locker. Introductions would have to wait until later, right now I felt pretty anxious to get down to the fields before I was called out by the teacher again. The other girls had milled out once they were ready with smiles in my direction, ranging from bright and cheery, to shy and reserved.

Surprisingly though, when I arrived at the field, I noted that I was not the last person to arrive.

I watched as a blond boy with a black lightning bolt running through his hair hurried towards the rest of the group, along with another boy with black hair and curiously shaped elbows. They were grinning at each other and chatting enthusiastically as they made their way over. Fast friends, I thought as I watched them.

I turned my attention back to the rest of my classmates as we waited for them to arrive. My new homeroom teacher was standing in front of the class and I could practically feel the mix of excitement and anxiety leaking off everyone as we stood there in silence. I noticed one of the girls who'd given my a large grin and a wave when we'd made eye-contact in the changing rooms was glancing around, looking like she wanted to make conversation but her eyes shifted to our teacher and she hesitated, before staying silent. Her pink skin clashed slightly with the sports uniform as I watched her, before glancing around at my other classmates. My eyes unwillingly sought out the red and white hair I'd grown so used to over the last few months.

"Now that you're all here, I'd like to get started." Aizawa drawled as he watched us and I blinked to attention. The dark circles under his eyes added to his cold, disinterested demeanor. I kind of wondered if he was contemplating taking a nap while he made us run laps around the field. I wasn't really sure what we were supposed to be doing out here anyway, I thought to look into it myself, before he continued speaking. "Today we'll be doing a Quirk apprehension test."

Well, that answered that.

"A Quirk apprehension test?" The class exclaimed in surprise.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" A girl near the front asked anxiously. I recognized her as one of the students I'd noticed when I first walked into the classroom. She had brown hair, brown eyes and rosy cheeks. She looked too sweet and innocent to be in the hero course, but I doubted I had the right to make that judgement considering my own small stature and harmless appearance.

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events." Aizawa explained shortly and I pondered his words, trying to find the reasoning.

Huh, perhaps he was right, although he certainly took the no-nonsense attitude to an extreme. But I also thought it was surprising, and kind of satisfying that in the first hour of our high school careers we were assessing our Quirks. From the look of it though, it was only physical applications of it. Which wasn't going to work out quite as nicely for me, but it wasn't really surprising.

A large bang and a scream of 'Die!' shook me from my thoughts and I turned to see an explosion as a ball was shot across the field. I hadn't realized I'd zoned out so much, drifting off into my thoughts and I turned to take in the person who had sent the ball flying. I frowned at the blond boy, recognizing him.

Bakugou Katsuki. He'd been in the same area as me during the entrance exam. I remembered him being unstoppable, which was impressive, but it also meant that there had been fewer points to share around between the rest of us.

Also, from what I'd seen that day, he was a total asshole. So that hadn't helped my opinion.

So, I thought, turning back to where Aizawa was now addressing the group again. Assessing Quirks through medial middle school P.E. exercises. It made sense to an extent, I ignored the niggling concern in the back of my head and turned my attention to my classmates. I needed to focus.

My fellow classmates grew excited at the prospect, and how our day was turning out. The first day, and everyone had been granted the opportunity to show off their Quirks to the class. An opportunity that was basically useless to me. While I'd pushed away my concern, my disappointment rose inside me again.

One of the boys I'd noticed earlier enthusiastically commented about the use of Quirks during school and how exciting it was. I glanced at him, but turned back when Aizawa began speaking again, a strange expression on his face.

"You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?" He asked lowly, his voice almost ominous and I frowned. I understood where he was coming from, we were training to be heroes. The people who restored peace and saved lives. Three years wasn't an extremely long time.

However, being excited about the use of our Quirks on our first day at U.A. – something that hadn't been allowed during middle school – was something to be excited about. I stayed silent.

"All right," he continued, eyeing the class. "Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential… and will be punished with expulsion."

Okay. Oh no. Well, that wasn't good.

I felt my muscles tense up automatically as my heart began to pound and panic compressed my chest. My Quirk was purely mental, no physical benefit. If everyone here was able to enhance their scores with Quirks, and I was left with my normal results, it would not go well. I hadn't spent all this time training, given up so many opportunities just to fall at the starting line.

I listened to my fellow classmates react to the news with equal surprise as shocked gasps filled the air. It seemed that none of us were prepared to fight for our spots here only after the first day.

Before I could wind myself up into a full-blown freak out, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, just focusing on calming down for the moment as my heart continued to pound. It's okay. It'll be fine. You'll find the path to make it fine. I took the opportunity to do some much needed recon. Stretching out with my mind, I searched through the expanse of space that existed.

Images flashed through my mind, connected by strings. It was like I was at the base of a tree and there were multiple branches stretching out into the space in front of me and further branches spread from them. Decisions, on top of decisions, continuously forking. Some came back to join again, which I always found interesting.

In a lot of paths, some futures were inevitable.

I felt like I was watching a movie in extreme fast forward as I scanned through the futures. Every now and then, it was like it jumped to a different scene in the movie as I skipped to a different future. With practiced ease, I quickly scanned all that I could immediately see. After searching through the surprisingly few options available, I was surprised and pleased to learn that none of them ended in me being expelled.

I couldn't help my sigh of relief at that and the tension in my shoulders disappeared. My hero journey wasn't over yet if I had anything to say about it.

I felt eyes on me and turned my head to the left, meeting the gaze of Shouto, watching me from the corner of his grey eye. I wasn't surprised he was gauging my reaction. He knew my Quirk. He also knew that it had no benefit to physical tests, leaving me at a significant disadvantage for this apprehension test.

I smiled brightly at him to show I wasn't concerned and he huffed out a low breath, turning his attention forward again. He almost looked disappointed that I was going to be fine. My smile turned to a scowl and I glared at him. Hoping he could feel the heat of it. Physically impossible but I could hope.

Deciding to just ignore the boy to my left, I turned back to the front, returning my attention to the teacher as the rest of the class continued to react to the news. Eventually though, everyone seemed to accept that this was happening and I watched as my classmates all of a sudden seemed to light up with determination to prove they were worthy.

And so, the journey begins.

I think it was fair to say that my ego had seen better days as we progressed through the assessment tests, however, I no longer felt the stress of impending expulsion.

My mediocre score in the 50-meter dash was unsurprising, but I was glad to see there were a few people whose Quirks were also not useful in different events. I was happy enough with my 6.56 seconds, which was an improvement from middle school, but that was likely due to the continued training over the past few months.

It was quite interesting actually, to see where my physical abilities matched up with the rest of the class. Shouto, Bakugou and another boy with navy blue hair and engines sticking out of his legs were easily some of the most physically impressive classmates.

I couldn't help but feel a little jealous as I watched Shouto's impressive score on the grip strength. Even without the use of his Quirk to help in any way he still beat my score easily. I knew it was to be expected. Before Quirks became a thing, males were naturally stronger than females. However, that didn't change my determination to train harder and beat him.

Another impressive classmate was a girl with black hair whose name was apparently Yaoyorozu. I watched her create anything and everything with her Quirk to help her with the tests. It was impressive, to say the least, and I began to wonder the specifics of her Quirk, analyzing it for future reference. What were the limitations of what she could make? If she over-used it, what happened? I'd have to see.

"Hey, this whole 'expulsion' thing is a bit stressful, right?"

I turned my head at the new voice to look at my classmate. It was one of the boys I'd noticed earlier, the one with yellow hair and the black lightning bolt. He was interesting to look at, to say the least.

"Oh, I'm Kaminari Denki." He continued, a huge grin on his face that made me want to return the gesture.

"Himori Mirai." I replied with a smile. I hadn't had the opportunity to introduce myself to many of my classmates yet. The pressure of failing was keeping people to themselves, however, some people were slowly beginning to extend proverbial hands of friendship. I noticed that the boy – Kaminari – had been one of them with his friendly attitude.

"I haven't seen you use your Quirk yet today, are you sure right now is a good time to hold back?"

"I have used it. And I know I'll be fine." I gave him another smile and he just watched me in confusion. This was probably the part where I was supposed to tell him what it was.

I'd noted his electricity earlier, although I felt bad for him in that his Quirk was also not so useful for these kind of tests. But given his natural physical ability I assumed he'd be fine.

I was less sure about the little guy with purple balls on his head that I'd seen. Although, considering I'd watched the guy stare at every girl in our class and drool at them, I wasn't going to be too devastated if he didn't make it. I tuned back into my current conversation and decided to just get it over with. "I can see the future."

"Wow! So you're saying you could tell me my future right now? Am I the number one pro hero? Do I get married? Is she hot?" He asked excitedly, bouncing in place as we waited for the next test.

"It doesn't work like that." I grimaced as I responded.

It probably would have been a lot easier if that was how it worked. Maybe if I wasn't so determined to be a pro-hero I could have gotten a license to be a psychic and made millions. But no, life doesn't work that way.

"I can only see things in the close future. Aside from special circumstances, when I look into the future the furthest I've ever seen is a week, which is pushing it. It's also usually insignificant things, like dinner plans and such."

"Oh well that's a bit disappointing isn't it." He looked down with a frown on his face and I stared at him.

Yeah, way to make a girl feel good, Kaminari. Apparently being friendly didn't necessarily give you the gift of appropriate comments. He still seemed nice though, I thought as I watched him. Before I could ponder whether to inform him of my less fun premonitions, which I could sometimes see years in advance, he turned to me with a 3000 watt grin.

"But that's still an awesome quirk! You're going to make an awesome hero! I can't wait to fight with you! See which one of us wins."

Kaminari held up his hand and balled it into a fist. I watched as electricity encircled his hand for a moment before it stopped and he put his hand back down.

I smiled at him. Yeah, he wasn't too bad actually. I hoped this was the first step to me making friends through my high school experience. Although I'd never been a loner, developing strong relationships with my peers had never been my strong suit. Sure I'd had a fair few friends in middle school, but since we graduated, I had no plans to see any of them, bar one who I hoped was at U.A.. But if these people were eventually – hopefully – going to be working alongside me as heroes, it was probably a good idea to try make some connections.

Aizawa called my name out and I glanced over to see him staring in my direction from the standing long jump area. I knew keeping him waiting was not in my best interest. "Thanks Kaminari-kun, maybe you'll know sooner than you think." I winked at him before walking away. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't totally sure that we would verse each other soon, but I was getting a feeling that I didn't bother looking into at the time.

The rest of the events seemed to pass very quickly and before I knew it, we were done.

Aizawa had us crowded around as he fiddled with a device in his hand for a moment and I could almost feel how stressed everyone around me was. I tried to ignore it though as Aizawa finally turned his attention to us.

"Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to explain verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once."

He clicked a button, announcing the results and I watched them with interest. My eyes zoned in on Shouto's name in second place and I found that I wasn't surprised in the slightest. I quickly scanned the rest of the list, searching for myself before I found it.

14th. Huh.

I wasn't that surprised by the position. Since my Quirk wasn't physical in any way I had spent a lot of time training physically in order to make up for it. It was nice to note my hard work had paid off at least slightly, however, 14th wasn't exactly cream of the crop. I made it a goal to be in the top half of the class by the end of the semester if we did this assessment again, despite people having Quirk advantages over me.

"By the way, I was lying about the expulsion." Aizawa drawled and I paused in surprise yet again along with the rest of the class. "It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks."

The class reacted in shock and I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded at myself. I'd been so focused on selfishly pursuing my own future, I hadn't even thought to focus on that. Oops, I thought, still reeling.

"Of course that was a lie. It should have been obvious if you just thought it through." One of my classmates – Yaoyorozu – spoke up.

Maybe she was right, something like this should have been obvious. But I'd still been surprised. I could have sworn some of the visions I'd seen, there'd been someone upset… but it didn't matter, I was wrong. I felt a smile spread over my face as I watched the rest of the class.

The boy who had come last - Midoriya, I thought his name was - looked like he was going to burst into tears of relief. My mind shifted tangents and I watched him for a moment, perplexed. I hadn't seen him use his Quirk once during the tests, except for the ball throw, which had been interesting to watch.

Watching him after Aizawa had spoken to him, I had felt the tug in my brain, my Quirk trying to pull me in but I resisted. I hated when that happened. Significant moments had the potential to take over and ruin my control over my Quirk. The more significant the moment, the more potential futures, the harder the pull and the more it hurt my head.

I tended to avoid allowing it to happen, but that didn't mean that occasionally I lost the battle of the wills and just had to ride the visions out. For better or worse.

When Midoriya had stepped up to the circle for the second time, the pull had been there, but not enough that I couldn't control it. So, I was interested to see what would happen in future with that. His Quirk had been extremely physically powerful when he used it, but the damage he'd done to his finger was not what I expected. I was curious to know more about it, and something told me I'd find out eventually whether I wanted to or not.

"With that we're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you get back, look over them."

I snorted. It was clear as day that Aizawa cared little for the formalities of this. The first day and we had definitely just been assigned homework. Yeah, U.A. was going to be interesting.

I've rewritten a few parts of this chapter to fix up some errors, however, there are a couple of minor poor writing decisions, so please keep that in mind and don't hate me because I promise it gets better! The story is still easily readable and I am working on fixing it though, however, I just haven't reached it yet.

Thank you for understanding!

Rewritten/updated: 02.02.2020