Sliding her orange hoodie over her head, Naruto could only watch with blank eyes as the giant criminal wreck chaos on the train station. It must have been around two years since she came to this part of the world but the fourteen-year-old wasn't used to seeing how people abused their powers. Back home, only the Academy students and the ninjas could abuse their chakra in public. There weren't any rules about it but it was an unspoken rule since none of the civilians know how to use their chakra. Here, anyone that used their quirk in public was either a criminal, vigilante or a professional hero.

She leaned against her foot as a professional hero, who she could distinctly remembering being called Kamui Wood, swinging through the top of the buildings by the use of his wood quirk. In the corner of her eye, she could see some girls and women swooning over the man's action and the girl couldn't help but wince at this. Sakura used to make that same stupid face whenever Sasuke did some fancy moves or even breathed.

"What caused him to use his quirk?" Naruto couldn't help but ask her neighbour.

"He tried to steal some old woman's purse," the man answered, wincing as the criminal tore off the train station's roof. "He got cornered so he thought the only way out was for him to cause a rampage."

The blond-haired girl nodded her head and looked at her watch before looking back at the train station. Was she really going to bother about getting to class on time? Her teacher was already going to be pissed about the fact that she brought her hoodie to school, what harm would five minutes bring? It wasn't like she was late every day and the only problem she caused was her favourite orange jacket. After being in his class for two years, you would think her teacher would figure out by now that her jacket goes everywhere with her.

"Not only did you illegally used your quirk but you also hurt and rob someone," Kamui Wood said coldly. "Only a pure evil person would do that."

Naruto thinned her lips at the man's words and stared at the furious villain, who was still tearing the train station apart. The girls around her were swooning and declaring their devotion to the hero while everyone else cheered the man's words. In the corner of her eye, she could see one of her classmates jumping up and down at the action. What was so cool about his words? Kakashi-sensei sounded so much cooler than him. If her former teacher was here, he would have made every person swoon.

"Your punishment is…"

A giant blond-haired hero slammed her leg on the villain's chin, interrupting Kamui Wood from saying his move out loud. In fact from what Naruto saw, the man's wood was about to imprison the villain when that woman kicked the man's chin. Almost everyone had become silent from this move but the blue-eyed girl. She could only bite her lips to prevent the laugh that threatened to consume her.

It was just so funny to see someone else's attention being taken away from them.

"Gigantification huh? It's a common and quite powerful quirk, but could the threat of public property destruction limit its use? I guess it depends on whether or not she can manipulate her size at will."

Slowly turning her body around, the blond-haired girl could only watch with furrowed eyebrows as her classmate wrote down several notes into his notebook. Wasn't he the kid that always needed protecting from their angry classmate? She knew a classmate was here but the blonde hadn't realized which classmate was observing the fight. It was probably because she found the whole fight to be a bit too lukewarm for her taste.

Honestly, she didn't see why everyone had to swoon at these people's behaviour.

"Midoriya, it's time for us to go to class," Naruto called out to the older boy. She felt her eyebrows twitch when she saw that the green-haired boy wasn't even attempting to look away from the book or give her an indication that he heard her. "Midoriya! Class!"

Still no indication he heard her.

Shaking her head, the blond-haired girl slapped the boy's shoulder and smiled when he jumped up, effectively letting go of his notebook. It was cruel but Naruto would never deny the fact that she didn't like it when someone didn't pay attention to her words. In Konoha, no one paid attention to her because of the fact that she carried a monster inside of her. Here, she didn't want people's attention but when she did want it, she would get it.

"U-Uzumaki-san, I didn't n-notice you."

The blond-haired girl nodded her head and picked up his fallen book. "I can tell that you were more busy writing notes about the new hero then paying attention to the fact that we only have ten more minutes before we are considered late for school."

Izuku flushed red at her words but the blond-haired girl just ignored his embarrassed look and paid attention to the notebook in her hand. Flipping it open, she could see several pages filled with detailed notes and drawings of not only the heroes that appeared on television but of some of their own classmate. She could only frown at the very detailed notes that her classmate had on his tormentor.

"How many weeks did it take you to write these notes?" Naruto handed him back his book before swinging her own bag over her shoulder. Izuku blinked his eyes and the girl shrugged her shoulders. "It is obvious from your notes that you observed a lot of detail from the fights on the television and on the computer. It is kind of cool that you have that level of observation."

"It took me about 2 months to finish one notebook," Izuku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Naruto whistled. "One notebook? How many notebooks do you have on superheores?"

"T-Thirteen."

She jerked her head when she heard him admit those words to her. Thirteen notebooks? If it took him just two months to finish one notebook then it must have taken him about six years to make notes on the heroes and the people of their class. Did she ever have that level of enthusiasm when it came to something that wasn't pranking? The memory of spending one whole night to master the shadow clone jutsu flooded her mind and the girl decided that yes, she did have that kind of enthusiasm.

She used to be happy about being a ninja but after what happened, the girl couldn't muster up the energy to be happy about her former occupation.

"Why do you have so many notebooks on superheroes? Some of your notes indicated that you have thought of ways to overcome them," Naruto couldn't help but point it out to the boy as they crossed the street that would lead them to their school.

"I-It's going to sound stupid but I-I want to become a superhero," Izuku admitted. "I know it is stupid for a quirkless person like me to want to become a superhero but I can't help but dream."

The blond-haired girl twisted her head around and said. "I don't think it is stupid for you to dream big, Izuku. There isn't a person in this universe that doesn't have big dreams; it is just that some people achieved their big dreams while others just ignored it. Some people had circumstances where they couldn't help but abandon their big dreams. As long as you are willing to do whatever it takes to get there and ignore what people say then you can do it."

Naruto could feel bile building up when she said those words to Izuku. She dreamt of becoming Hokage, dreamt of being the greatest Hokage that everyone could see but after what happened with Sasuke, she couldn't see it happening. A Hokage should be able to keep their promise but Naruto couldn't keep her promise. Yet she didn't want Izuku to give up on his dreams because it was just terrible when someone gave up on their dreams.

She would know because not a day passed when she didn't feel her heart breaking for what she was forced to give up.

Sliding into her seat, Naruto placed her head onto the table and listened as her classmates' chat about their plans for the weekend. While all her classmates talked about how they were going to have fun, all she could think about was how she was going to convince her boss to let her work on Sunday. She wasn't failing in school, if anything she was doing quite well, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to get her weekend filled with work.

She only lifted her head up when their homeroom door slid open to reveal their teacher carrying a huge stack of papers. Taking off her jacket, Naruto forced herself to sit up straight while the teacher separated the stacks of papers into piles. Was it that piece of paper their teacher wanted them to fill in last week about their future school? From the way the old man kept flickering his eyes at her, she presumed that the man was a little bit furious with her.

"Quit the ruckus," their teacher slammed his hands on the table, which got everyone to stop talking and start paying attention to him. "It has been two weeks and most of you are acting like you are in nursery school. You are in your third year of middle school and it is time for all of you to start thinking seriously about your future!"

Naruto didn't miss the way her teacher looked at her with disappointment when he stressed the two words thinking seriously. So it seemed like he actually did read all the forms that they gave him. All this time, she just thought that the middle-aged man was too busy encouraging them to become heroes or doctors that the man didn't actually care about what they want.

"I should probably hand you all your career forms but I can guess that almost all of you want to be a hero," their teacher continued, levitating each of the papers towards them. The words of their teacher earned yells of agreement from her classmates, who promptly showed off their quirks for everyone to see. The middle-aged man shook his head and gave them a stern look. "I know that all of you have wonderful quirks but it is against the rules to use them in school."

Yet you used them during class whenever you can't be bother to lift the whiteboard marker and you never notice the fact I used my clones, Naruto thought to herself, putting her head back down onto the table. Sometimes she wondered what was the point of them putting the rules when it was just so easy for her to break them. If her use of chakra was flashy then it would be a problem but ever since that day, she tried to avoid making her chakra stand out. It was her constant need to stand out and never listening to class that got her into this situation.

"Sensei! I'm not in the same category as these losers!" A blond-haired boy yelled, leaning against his chair. "My quirk is a hell lot better than everyone's crappy quirk."

Naruto tuned out her other classmate's yells and stared at the one boy that she couldn't stand. From the moment she met her fellow blonde, she knew that she didn't like him. It wasn't because he was obnoxiously loud since she used to be loud, but because of that cocky walk of his. It also annoyed the crap out of her that he never called her by her name but instead, he called her Whiskers.

"If I remember correctly Bakugou, you are aiming to go to U.A High School," their teacher said, picking up a piece of paper.

All her classmate's yells and protests became quiet at the middle-aged man's words. If everyone's eyes shone with anger just now, now that anger melted away and was replaced with three new emotions: fear, nervous and respect for the blonde. Naruto could only tilt her head at them and wondered what the big deal was. It wasn't anything worrying, was it? It was just some high school.

"It isn't just some high school, Uzumaki!" One of her classmates said and the blond-haired girl could only blink her eyes when she saw that everyone turned their attention to her. She could feel blood rushing into her face as both her classmates and teacher stared at her like she was silly for saying those words. "U.A High School is the best national high school for heroes. They are so selective that their cutoff point can be as high as seventy-nine! Not anyone can get accepted there."

Naruto could only sweat at the level of enthusiasm that her classmate had for the high school, before nodding her head to show everyone that she understood why it was a big deal. It was only when Bakugou began bragging about how amazing he did in the mock exams that the blonde relaxed her shoulders. Honestly, was it a big deal that she didn't understand why the school was so important? Couldn't everyone be a hero in their own way? The world was just so weird.

"Hmm, if I also remember correctly didn't you also plan to go to U.A High, Midoriya?" their teacher asked, snapping her out of her train of thought. Everyone in their class stared at the green-haired boy, who was now sinking into his chair, before laughing out loud at their teacher's words.

"Midoriya! He can't get into the high school with just his good grades!" One student pointed out.

"Izuku probably has a better chance of getting into U.A High then you do," Naruto declared, drawing everyone's attention to her. She straightened her back and narrowed her eyes at her sneering classmate. "If that high school is the best of the best than they probably don't want an idiot like you entering their school. After all, you barely passed our test last week."

The student scowled at the reminder and the blonde smiled in triumph before glancing at Izuku, who mouthed the words 'thank you' to her. The two of them might not be friends but Naruto could never stop herself from defending that boy when it was needed. In a way, the quietness and shyness of her classmate reminded her of the friend that was always there for her.

"Oi Whiskers, are you implying that someone like Deku can enter the same school as me?" Bakugou snarled, drawing her attention to him. "He's quirkless!"

Naruto stared hard at the older boy. "Yes, I'm implying that someone as smart as Izuku could enter U.A High School. He might not have the quirk needed but his brain and personality can make up for all the things he lacks. Considering the fact that you are entering U.A High, it isn't a stretch to think that Izuku can get in."

"What the hell are you implying, Whiskers?" He charged right towards her table, earning groans and sighs from all their classmates.

Naruto smiled innocently. "Wow and I thought you were smart but it seems like you can't understand Japanese since I'm saying that you have a shitty personality for a hero."

Growling, Bakugou swung his arm towards her table but the blond-haired girl slid out of her chair, grabbed hold of his arm and held it against his back. Everyone glanced at her and then to the furious blond-haired boy before looking at Izuku, who could only gape at the scene in front of them. Was it really that surprising she would protect herself from a mini explosion? She didn't want to hear their homeroom teacher complaining about the mess that they made.

"This is a prime example of why I think you have a shitty personality," Naruto said slowly as if she was speaking to a child. "A hero shouldn't get angry immediately. If it wasn't for the fact that I know how to defend myself, I could have gotten hurt and no one wants that."

"Don't fucking talk to me like I'm a child," Bakugou snarled.

The blonde raised her eyebrow and snapped. "Then don't fucking act like one! If you act like a fucking child then I will talk to you like I'm your babysitter."

"How many times have I told you not to fight and swear in the classroom! What are you two? A pair of barbarians!" Their homeroom teacher yelled, earning snickers from the members of the class. Scowling, the blond-haired girl released the older boy's hand and returned to her seat. She smirked when the older boy rubbed his hand from the pain before glancing at Izuku, who kept glancing at the two of them with a strange look in his eyes.

"Now that the pair of you have stopped fighting, I want to see you in my office, Uzumaki-san," their homeroom teacher said, earning frowns from everyone in the class. "We need to discuss about the form that you filled in."

Oh great, her teacher was going to give her the talk.

"Uzumaki-san, why did you give me a blank form when it came to your future high school?" Her teacher asked her as soon as he closed the door. Naruto rubbed the back of her neck and wished that words spilled out of her mouth like it always seemed to do. Why was it that when she wanted to say something, it never came out and when she didn't want to say something, the words came out? She felt her legs shake when all the teachers in the office had turned their attention to her. "Well Uzumaki-san?"

"I don't know what I want to be," she finally admitted. The homeroom teacher blinked his eyes, opened his mouth to say something but the closed it again. For the first time since she met the man, he actually had nothing to say to her. It was good since she didn't want the speech about how she needed to think about her future. She knew what she wanted to be and achieved the small step to get it, only to fail when it came to save her friend. There was no way she could find a dream to replace her dream of finding Sasuke or becoming Hokage.

"You know I'm surprised that one of my brightest students is saying this to me," her homeroom teacher finally said. Naruto raised her eyebrow at the middle-aged man, who snorted at her. "Why do you look so surprise? Just because I don't like the way you disrespect the school's rules, doesn't mean that I don't think you are smart. You have the third highest grade in the whole year and you don't know what to do. I really don't know what to say."

"Sensei, are you trying to imply something?"

"Bakugou wants to go to U.A High to become a superhero and the same goes for Midoriya," her teacher pointed out. "Now Bakugou's chances are high while Midoriya has a high chance in entering their general education department if he failed their hero portion of the exam. Everyone else in the class decided what they wanted to do, everyone but you and you are someone that can go somewhere with her life."

"You are just saying that because I have one of the highest grades in the class," Naruto pointed out. "Grades aren't everything."

Her homeroom teacher nodded. "I agree but you have a potential Uzumaki and it will be a waste for you to ruin that potential by continuing to work full time in a cafe. You protected Midoriya and defended him from Bakugou…doesn't that make you want to become a hero? Or consider going to a normal high school and then become a policewoman? It is clear to me that you can't help but protect the weak, even if you try to act otherwise."

Naruto could just stare at her teacher before looking at her hands. When people look at her hand, they probably saw soft hands that had never hurt someone but when she looked at them, she could only remember the blood that stained them. How could her hands protect people? How could she protect someone? She hurt so many people that she shouldn't consider it, but her teacher was right about something.

She couldn't help but protect the people that were weaker than her.

"I will think about applying to Yuuei."

If she had to choose between being a hero or a policewoman, she would rather be a hero for just one reason. Being a hero would bring her a lot less painful memories than a policewoman would.

A/N: I know this story seems similar to Whirlpool Memoir but I will reassure you that it will be different from the story.