Hellooooo, fellow MHA fans! I'll be leaving all the details in the author's note at the end of this chapter, so that you can get started without wasting any more time!

Disclaimer (I'm only doing this once): I do not own My Hero Academia in any way, shape or form. I only own Kira, Ren and a few other OCs along with whatever ISN'T in the original storyline.

Warning: Kira's language, Kira's recklesness and Kira's lateness.

Enjoy!

A young girl slammed the door of her room open, struggling to put on her jacket. Her bag was partially slung over her shoulder and her hairbrush was, quite literally, stuck in the orange mess that could barely be identified as hair, and she was having a hard time keeping her balance.

She nearly ran into a wall, but somehow avoided the collision and finally managed to reach the kitchen safe and sound. Freeing the hairbrush with a wince, she threw it onto the counter of the kitchen without much of a care, nearly knocking over the food occupying it.

The smell of hot bread filling her nose, she glanced at the table. A few toasts and some orange juice were apparently waiting for her. Grateful, she looked over to the couch, where an older man with white hair was sleeping once again, numerous papers scattered around him.

He never learns, does he?

Shaking her head with a silent sigh, she kissed his forehead before grabbing the breakfast and leaving without a noise. While going down the stairs, she checked the time.

8h00? School starts in thirty minutes, damn it! Wait, if I use the shortcuts, then I might make it on time.

She reached the last floor and instantly started adjusting her rollerblades.

"Oh, good morning, Kira-chan!"

The girl startled a bit, before offering a smile at the old, small lady going downstairs. The teen then returned the greeting, even though she still had a toast between her teeth. Swallowing quickly, the woman laughed as the girl offered a sheepish smile.

She scratched the back of her head. "Sorry, miss Komori."

"You seem to be quite in a hurry this morning, Kira-chan," she remarked, her wrinkled face splitting in a grin. "Late again?"

"Not this time," the teen grinned back, pumping her fist. "Well, no time to lose. I'll see you tonight. Good day, miss Komori!"

With that, she jumped back on her feet, shoving her helmet onto her head, and instantly rushed to the door. As it closed behind her, she distinctly caught the "oh, was that Kira-chan? I wanted to say hello" the old woman let out.

Miss Komori was very, very old. With age came a severe trouble of memory loss, and she often forgot things that happened or were said not a few seconds before, hence why she usually repeated herself once or twice. At first annoying, it then became a little joke between the residents of the bloc, seeing as her Quirk consisted of remembering everything she read word for word, never forgetting even after years had passed.

Kira skidded on the sidewalk, almost colliding with the civilians already out in the streets, and she laughed it off as a few cursed after her. After ten years of practice, she was a master at rollerblading. Of course, that skill didn't come without many scraps and broken bones, but she never really minded.

Her hair flying wildly around, she took a sharp turn to the left, rolling at fast speed into an alley. Jumping to avoid a stray cat, she slid under a few metal bars before reaching the stairs leading to the high-railways. She grinned, taking out a lighter from her pocket. Inclining her palms to the ground, she grabbed the flickering flame and, with practiced ease, propelled herself onto the handrail. The fire giving her enough of a boost to reach the top in a few seconds, she then returned to a normal pace, now rolling onto the railway above ground.

Of course, using those routes with rollerblades was far from legal. The stairs were only to be used if the train got stuck or something of the sort. However, she couldn't really care less at the present moment.

I'm not going to be late, damn it!

She let the flames die down, shoving the lighter back in her pocket, and turned right, going towards the Tatooin Station. She gained some speed and kept her teeth clenched. Last time she hadn't, she had found herself biting her tongue, which wasn't a particularly fun memory.

'BOOM!'

Nearly losing her balance, her ruby eyes widened when she found herself heading straight towards what seemed to be a Villain if the looks of the gigantic monster-man destroying the railway were anything to go by.

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Wait a moment… I'm on the fricking railway!

Trying to stop her mad dash, she found herself unable to turn around as the railway caved in, making her gain even more speed towards her certain doom.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—

In one last attempt to save her life, she bent the knees and took the jump. Screams and exclamations echoed farther down, and she suddenly realized a crowd was already there, thus assisting at her sudden leap of faith twenty meters above ground.

Well crap.

She didn't have time to focus on the potential publicity, though. Clenching her jaw, she somehow managed a safe landing on the other side of the destroyed railway, but lost her balance and made a few barrels, before finally stopping near the edge.

Groaning as her back throbbed painfully thanks to the awful landing, she then noticed the Villain about to bring down his fist on her, as if to squash an amazingly annoying bug.

Such a nice way to start the day, really.

She shoved her hand in her pocket and gasped in horror. Her lighter had fallen down near the spectators when she jumped.

Damn it!

Out of ideas, she rammed one of her rollerblades against the railway. A few sparks flew, but it was enough.

One spark was all she needed.

Without hesitation, she took control of the sparks and made the fire grow. The flames grew high and hot in half-a-second, creating a protecting wall between her and the Villain, which forced him to pull back his fist before he could burn himself. As he stumbled away, taken aback by the sudden apparition of the fire, she used the momentum to get back on her feet and run like hell.

She made three steps before the Villain counterattacked.

Trying to escape the blow, she realized too late she had jumped the wrong way, and she started falling from the railway. Before she could even think of somehow stopping her fall, though, someone caught her. Surprised, she tilted her head up to see none other than Death Arms now holding her. Careful, he placed her back on firm ground.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worry etched in his voice.

"Totally fine, thanks," she beamed at him.

He shook his head with a sigh, ruffling her hair, before nudging her towards the crowd and reporting his attention on the current problem at hands. She stared for a second before a familiar voice echoed louder than the others behind her.

"Kicchan!"

"Eh?" She spun around in time to see Izuku forcing his way towards her, stumbling at her feet. "Izuku? What a weird coincidence!"

"What were you thinking!? That was terribly reckless!" he scolded, and she remarked his hands were shaking. "You could have been hurt! What were you doing on the railway anyway?"

"Shortcut," she shrugged. "Can't really blame me, though. How was I to know a Villain would attack the station?"

"Seriously…" He hung his head in despair.

She laughed, twisting her an orange strand between her fingers. A moment later, someone suddenly jumped above their heads. She watched in awe as Kamui Woods took on the giant. Noticing him, Izuku went into fanboy mode. She could only snort as he made a perfect commentary, even knowing the name of every attack.

In a way, I understand, though…

Midoriya Izuku had been her first friend when she moved in the neighborhood. They had met at the age of five and stuck together ever since. Unfortunately, while her own powers were kind of strong, himself didn't have as much luck, being part of the twenty percent of the world population that didn't possess a Quirk.

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"Oi, what do you think you're doing!?"

At the sound of the new voice, all of the boys turned to see a frail, orange-haired girl, running at them. She had a scowl on her face, even though it seemed more cute than dangerous, and she stepped between the two groups.

On one side was Bakugo Katsuki and two of his friends. Ever since he developed his Quirk, he kept bullying the other children. On the other side were Midoriya Izuku and the new victim of Katsuki. Trying to protect the boy despite himself being Quirkless, he had gotten a beating from his former 'friend'.

"Get lost, Carrot," sneered the bully, cracking his knuckles.

"Who're you calling 'carrot', Spikey?" she retorted with a hiss.

There was a moment of heavy silence. All were too stunned to properly react. A ginger girl, appearing from nowhere, had just talked back to the scary Katsuki. A hateful expression then stretched the boy's face.

"You ain't going to talk back like that once I'm done with you, Carrot!"

"Bring it on!"

The boy activated his Quirk, sending a few explosions, but all could only gasp when the smoke cleared, revealing a still-standing girl with a ball of flames floating above her open palm.

"My turn, Spikey!"

Without hesitation, she threw the ball at him. Instantly, the three bullies ran away as what seemed to be a small dragon pursued them until they left the park.

Her red eyes were blazing as much as the fire in her hands, but her smile was so genuine it made even the flames seem kind. As it disappeared, she extended her hand to Izuku. Behind him, the other victim was quick to run away, not wanting anything to do with the crazy newcomer.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, turning pink as she grabbed his hand to pull him up. Once he was back on his feet, she grinned.

"H- how did you do that?" he couldn't help but ask.

She grinned at that. Then, she showed him the small lighter in her hands; an object no child her age should normally have in their possession.

"Don't tell anyone, though. It's a secret!" she made a shushing sound. "I'm Suttoki Kira, by the way! Nice to meet you!"

"M- Midoriya Izuku—"

"Ne, ne, Izuku-kun! Wanna be friends?"

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The ground shook under their feet, pulling her out of her thoughts. Surprised, she gaped as a new hero made her appearance, taking care of the Villain with one, swift kick. The woman had one hell of a body, that was for sure. And instantly, apparently agreeing, perverts swarmed around with their cameras, making her sweatdrop a little.

Seriously…

"Today is my debut," she announced with a smile. "I'm Mount Lady. Nice to meet you!"

The crowd started cheering, and Kira could only snort.

She totally took the credits, though it doesn't really matter, I guess. In the end, as long as the Villains are beaten…

As the paparazzi surrounded Mount Lady and the now tied-up Villain, the ginger girl went to find Death Arms. Spotting him next to Backdraft, she quickly made her way to them.

"Ano… Death Arms?"

The man looked down at her, and she bowed a little.

"Thank you, for catching me."

"Just doing my job, kid," he replied, patting her head. "Don't act so recklessly next time, though. Even if your Quirk is strong, you're not a hero."

"To be honest, I just found myself at the wrong place at the wrong time," she admitted, sheepish. "I was going to be late for school otherwise—shit! I'm late!"

She bowed once more, before rolling to Izuku, who was muttering under his breath while writing in his notebook, distinctly hearing the laughs of the two Heroes behind her.

"Izuku, come on, we're going to be late!"

"W- what!? Crap, wait for me!"

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They finally reached Aldera Junior High. Changing her rollerblades for everyday-shoes on the way, the both of them arrived in class fourteen minutes late.

God damn it…

Kira knocked, the teacher opened and sighed heavily as she offered an apologetic smile.

"Late again, Suttoki. Embarking Midoriya in it too?" he huffed.

"Villain attack on the Tatooin Station," she shrugged, going in. "Sorry."

"Just take your place," he grunted, returning to the front of the class.

She went to her desk, Izuku seating next to her, and ignored the eternal glare sent her way by the Katsuki-jerk, reporting her attention on the teacher.

"Since you're all third years, it's time for you to think seriously about your future," he announced. "I'll pass out handouts for your future plans now, but… you're all…pretty much planning to go into the hero course, right!?"

The class started cheering as he threw the papers away. Grinning, Kira sent a thumbs up at Izuku, who weakly raised his hand too.

"Yes, yes, you all have wonderful Quirks! But using your powers at school is against the rules!"

"Teacher!"

Of course he'd open his big mouth.

"Don't lump us all in the same group," drawled Bakugo Katsuki. "I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom with the rest of these rejects."

Instantly, the other students booed him as he cackled at their outrage.

"Oh, if I remember correctly, you want to go to U.A. High, right, Bakugo?" remembered the teacher.

Gasps followed the announcement as the blond smirked cheekily.

"That national school!?"

"No way!"

"Their level of acceptance is like, 0,2%!"

"That's exactly why you guys are just extras!" retorted the bully, who jumped onto his desk. "I aced the mock test! I'm the only one at this school who could possibly get into U.A. I'll definitely surpass All Might, and become the top Hero! My name will be inscribed on the list of top earners!"

Kira snorted loudly, gaining everyone's attention.

"Getting a little ahead of yourself, Spikey?" she called with a smirk, leaning in her chair. "I came in the top ten on the mock test, just so you know."

Even though by two mere points, but still.

"WHAT!?"

"Ah, yes, you said you wanted to go to U.A. too, Suttoki, right?" remembered the teacher. He glanced back at his papers. "And so did Midoriya."

She cringed a little at that. She had sincerely hoped the teacher would have kept his mouth shut. The poor boy didn't need even more trouble with Satsuki. The rest of the class glared the green-haired teen's way, before bursting in laughter. The ginger gritted her teeth, clenched her fists.

"Uh, Midoriya?"

"No way!"

"You can't get into the hero course just by studying!"

"T- they got rid of that rule!" he tried to defend himself.

Before Kira could react, Katsuki spun around and made her friend's desk explode, backing Izuku against a wall.

"Oi, Deku! You're below the rejects! You're Quirkless! How can you even stand in the same ring as me!?"

"No, wait, Kacchan! It's not like I'm trying to compete with you or anything!"

Unable to stop herself any longer, she took out her lighter and pulled a flame, making it dance around her fingers while glaring at Katsuki.

"Spikey." Everyone backed away at her tone as he turned his glare her way. "If you dare hurt him, then I won't hesitate to hurt you back."

"Oh yeah?" he scowled, turning to her. "And what could you do? You can't even control your powers, Carrot!"

The flame grew, and she was quick enough to catch a flash of wariness in his eyes.

"So what?" Her voice turned sickly sweet. "Have your parents never warned you not to play with fire?"

He clenched his fist, before suddenly relaxing, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"At least I have parents, orphan girl."

Her blood ran cold for a second, before boiling. Instantly answering to her emotions, the fire wrapped itself around her whole hand and forearm, her red eyes blazing as much as Katsuki's. He instantly answered with a few explosions, itching for a fight.

Sensing the danger, the teacher stepped in.

"Enough, you two! Suttoki, control yourself! And Bakugo, mind your tongue! If you keep causing trouble, I'll put the two of you in detention, got it!?"

"Tche."

Kira shook in barely restrained anger but calmed down when her eyes met Izuku's, who gestured for her to get a hold of herself. Scoffing, she put out the flames and sat back behind her desk, her chair loudly scrapping the floor in one last show of anger. Apparently satisfied with himself, Katsuki did the same.

How dare he…

Feeling her control slip again, the ginger girl took a few, deep breaths. Counting to ten back and forth, she then focused on the ongoing class, knowing sulking wouldn't help her case.

Kira had quite the amazing Quirk. To put it very simply, she was able to control fire. She couldn't create it, hence why she always had a lighter with her, but she could make a single spark grow as dangerous as a forest fire. Her whole body was flammable, and she could breathe through smoke without much trouble. However, having such a strong power also meant she had to train her body every day so as to not be consumed by it, much like any other Quirk. A Quirk is like a muscle. If you don't train it, then it'll grow weak and won't be of much use, or hurt when you decide to force it passed its limits.

Otherwise said, training her body allowed her to grow stronger with her Quirk.

Though, while she had passed many years training and disciplining her abilities, she still had some trouble with control. The fire answered to her emotions and, if she let any strong feeling take over, then she lost control of her powers and risked hurting herself and all those around. It always had been an issue that scared her, but she knew fearing her powers would cause more trouble than learning to control them.

Her Quirk had developed when she was four years old, but it wasn't that she was born with it, per se. At first thought Quirkless because of a missing joint in her feet, she however still possessed dormant genes passed on by her parents, as any other child would.

There had been a fire—ironically. She didn't remember much of it, being too young when it happened, but the house had been burnt to the ground with her parents inside, her older brother barely able to get the both of them outside before all exploded. The shock had been so great that it woke up the dormant genes, resulting with her fiery Quirk, but she lost her parents in the process. She bore the scars every day as a bitter reminder of the price that had been paid that day for her powers, hidden under the long sleeves and bandages wrapped around them. They didn't hurt, of course, but she didn't want the others to see them.

Only Izuku knew about those and the whole story, but Katsuki had made his own research on the incident, hence why he knew of her situation.

It doesn't matter, she shook her head, chasing the reminiscences away. The past is the past, Ren and I are safe and happy and, soon enough, I'll be a hero and I'll be able to find him.

No matter what it takes.

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The bell rang, announcing the end of the day. As the rest of the students left the class, Kira and Izuku stayed behind, checking the latest news.

"Look, the incident this morning is all over the news!"

"They mention me, but there isn't any picture," she let out a relieved sigh. "The paparazzi probably arrived after my appearance. Thank God…"

Her friend let out an unusual snort. "Your brother would have skinned you."

"Don't I know it," she rolled her eyes. "But anyway, are you going to write it down in your notebook?"

"Of course. I'll also put in your new move," he added, picking up said notebook.

"New move?"

"Well, you know, when you made a few sparks with your rollerblades, it was so cool! I was really worried at first, what with you losing your lighter, but your creativity under pressure was amazing! You managed—"

He stopped ranting as, arriving from behind, a hand snatched the notebook before any of the two could properly react, and both snapped their heads to Katsuki.

"We're not done talking yet, Deku," he growled.

"Katsuki, what's that?" crooned one of the guys with him.

"Give it back!" ordered the girl.

Kira tried to take it back, but Katsuki roughly shoved her away. If there was one thing to know about the bully, it was that he couldn't care less about who he hurt, whether they were a boy or a girl. If someone stood in his way, then he only had to crush them, and it stood even truer with the annoying ginger.

"Stay down, Carrot," he sneered, before looking at the notebook. "Uh? Hero Analysis For The Future?"

The two boys always backing up the blond boy started laughing.

"Oh boy…"

"Seriously?"

"I- it's fine, isn't it? G- give it back!" protested the green-haired teen.

Without hesitation, Katsuki slapped his palms on each side and made it explode. His attention diverted, he didn't notice in time the girl getting back on her feet and who, without hesitation, shoved her hand in the small fire to snatch back the notebook.

The deed was already done, though.

The pages were burned, the notebook ruined but the information inside thankfully still intact. Baring her teeth at Katsuki, she handed it back to Izuku, who had tears in his eyes at the sight of his precious notes almost blasted into nothingness.

"Most top first-string heroes have stories about them from their school days," the red-eyed boy announced, looking down on them. "I want the shine of being able to be called the only student to make it into U.A. from this mediocre city junior high school. I mean, I'm a perfectionist. So anyway, don't apply to U.A., you stupid nerd."

"What the hell is your problem!?" Kira stepped in, pushing him away while clenching her fists. "Can't you just let him be? He's allowed to become whatever he wants, and it's not a jerk like you who'll stop him from accomplishing his dreams just because Mr. I've-got-an-ego-complex wants to be the only one to graduate to U.A. in this God damn school! And I ain't backing down either, just so you know."

His hand fell on her shoulder, and some smoke sizzled at the contact, his palm heating up and burning through the cloth.

"Why not? It's not like you could gain anything by becoming a hero. After all, you already failed to protect your parents, and your stupid brother isn't worth much either. Who do you intend to protect if you do become a hero, eh?"

Not wasting a second, she grabbed his wrist. He pulled away with a hiss as her skin heated up enough to burn him slightly.

"Don't you talk about my family so casually, jackass," she spat. "Trying to make me lose control so that I get expelled and lose my chances of transferring to U.A.? You're just pathetic."

They both glared, none backing down. Then, with an arrogant scoff, Katsuki spun on his heels and walked out, the other two following like some lost puppies. The ginger girl exhaled as the door closed, feeling a headache coming.

"What an ass…"

"Are you okay, Kicchan?" asked Izuku, worried. "He said some pretty awful things…"

"He's just trying to get under my skin," she shook her head. "But I won't let him win. I'm going to U.A., and so are you, got it?"

He startled a bit as she slammed her hands on his desk, her fiery eyes never leaving him, and found himself feeling better.

After all this time, she still stands by me, no matter what…

I'm not going to disappoint her!

"Right!"

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"So, you're re-starting your Judo classes tomorrow, right?" asked Izuku as they headed out of school grounds.

"Yup," she confirmed, readjusting the bag on her shoulders. They walked out of the school at last. "I've also passed into the advanced class of my Bo staff fighting. Entering U.A. won't be easy, I've got to up my game."

"B- but it's in ten months!"

"Barely enough," she scoffed. "Hence why I've passed the last seven years preparing myself. All this training will only pay off more when the time comes."

"You really are amazing, aren't you, Kicchan?" remarked Izuku, awed. "Since we met, you always believed you would become a hero and graduate to U.A., and you never let go of that dream, training really hard each day… ne, Kicchan? If I don't make it into U.A.—"

She spun around, grabbing his shoulders and startling the poor boy when he noticed her harsh glare.

"Ki- Ki- Kicchan…?" he gulped.

"Don't talk like that, idiot!" she scolded. "You're coming with me to U.A. so that we both become heroes, got it? I ain't leaving you behind!"

He gaped for a few seconds, before allowing a warm smile to stretch his lips.

"Thank you."

"Meh, what are friends for?" She shrugged, letting go. "By the way, do you want to come over for supper tomorrow? Ren is making Katsudon."

"You know that you don't have to bribe me with Katsudon to have my help with the homework, right?" asked Izuku, amused once more.

"Well, whatever works, right?" she winked.

Before he could retort, though, a weird noise echoed behind them. Curious, they turned around, only to freeze in fright as a gigantic mass of greenish liquid with eyes and teeth appeared before them, passing through the holes of the sewer outlet under.

"V- Villain!?"

"Two medium-sized invisibility cloaks," hummed tauntingly the Villain, looming dangerously over them. "Who to choose…"

"Izuku, run!"

Not thinking clearly, Kira pushed the boy out of the way, but couldn't avoid in time the tentacles of the Villain. The liquid wrapped itself around her arms and legs, and her eyes met her friend's terrified ones as she found herself trapped against their attacker's body-like mass.

"Ki- Kicchan!"

"Go get help!" she yelled, struggling to free herself. "Run, come—"

One of the tentacles suddenly slipped in her mouth and down her throat. Her gag reflexes being of no use, she felt hot tears burning her eyes as the pain flared.

"Well, I was aiming for the other brat, but you'll work as much," cruelly remarked the monster.

It felt as if her body was being forcefully stretched to accommodate a new occupant. Her limbs were shaking, her lungs were on fire –ironically enough-, and her sight was blurred.

That's what's happening, she realized, feeling sick and light-headed by the sudden lack of air. Ugh, two… two attacks in less than twenty-four hours, uh? This seriously… seriously isn't my day...

"Don't worry, it'll hurt only for forty-five seconds," assured the Villain, mocking.

She tried to pull the tentacles away, but it was merely fluid, easily slipping through her grasp. She wanted to use her flames, but couldn't reach her lighter. Black spots danced in her vision. She tried to scream, but the noises were muffled by the disgusting intruder.

Ren is so… going to… kill me…

"KIRA!"

The ginger girl snapped her eyes open, taking in a sharp intake of breath and bolting into a sitting position. Breathing harshly and coughing her lungs out, it took her a few seconds to remember everything that had happened.

Bakugo being a jerk… The notebook… Izuku… The Villain taking over… Izuku!

"Izuku!"

Instantly, the green-haired boy appeared in her line of sight. Relief washing over her whole body, she finally managed to calm her breathing.

"Are you okay, Kicchan?" asked worryingly the boy, kneeling next to her. "Are you feeling better?"

"I need to brush my teeth," she made a face. "At least three times."

She coughed again, spitting out some bile at the memory of the Villain literally invading her body, and Izuku could only smile.

If she can make jokes like that, then she's okay. Thank God… or rather—

"What happened?" she suddenly asked. "I blacked out, but we're still at school…"

"Actually…"

"I am glad you are feeling well, young lady!"

She snapped her eyes to her right. There, standing with his famous smile, was none other than the greatest hero on this earth.

"All… Might…" she gaped. "Holy hell! All Might!?"

"Sorry about getting you caught up in my Villain fighting," apologized for the hero, somewhat sheepish but still smiling. "I don't usually make mistakes like this, but I was in high spirits on my day off in a new place."

He started laughing, and she exchanged a wide-eyed look with her best friend, who seemed to be in much the same state, even if he seemed calmer than he would have normally been.

Well, they must have talked while I was unconscious, she realized. Damn it! I wanted to see his face when meeting All Might in person!

"But! You were a big help, so thanks! I captured him safely!"

She scrunched her nose when he showed them the bottle in which was now trapped the Villain. The ginger was very tempted to grab the bottle and burn it to a crisp.

"Well, what's done is done," she finally sighed as Izuku helped her up. "Thanks for saving me, and Izuku."

"Of course!" he offered a thumb's up. "Well, I need to take this guy to the police. See you again on the other side of the screen!"

"W- wait, already?" Izuku stiffened.

"Pros are constantly fighting enemies and time," retorted All Might, stretching a little. "Well then, I'm counting on your continued support!"

With that, the hero jumped away, though it looked like he was flying. Kira stared at the retreating figure for a few seconds, before turning to Izuku.

"Are you okay—eh? Izuku?"

The green-haired boy wasn't here anymore. She blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden disappearance before understanding dawned on her.

Don't tell me…

His notebook was lying on the ground, open and revealing an autograph of All Might.

Of freaking course.

"You jerk," she huffed, picking it up and dusting its cover. "Could have at least warned me before dumping me here. Though, in a way, I should have seen it coming. Of course you'd grab the guy before he could escape…"

Shoving the notebook in her bag, she then sighed.

Well, guess I'll see him tomorrow.

Grabbing her phone, she checked her messages. One was from her brother, asking her to go to the supermarket to grab some fruits. With a shrug, she tightened her rollerblades before heading to the marketplace.

Alright, so here are the few details I wished to mention/discuss before leaving:

1- English is NOT my first language. It's French. While I am now using Grammarly to correct my chapters, there is still a high chance that you'll find grammar mistakes or expressions that don't make any sense (some we surely say in French and that I translated without noticing). Therefore, I apologize in advance for those mistake, but please avoid any bashing.

2- I'll be mainly sticking to the storyline. My own will show up with time, but it's a slow-paced story based on character evolution and mental growth. If you don't like it, simply don't read it.

3- There will be a pairing later on in the story. Much, much later. However, as I said just before, this is a story based on the mental growth and evolution of my main character (Kira). So, this will NOT be focused on romance. Also, a poll concerning the pairing is up on my profile, so go check it out if you wish.

4- Finally, I will not tolerate insults or degrading comments. I believe we can all converse like civilized people and there is no need for profanities against the story or myself in general. I AM open to all kinds of reviews, both good and bad, as long as they're not meant in an insulting way.

That's all. And, as All Might oh-so-well said: I'm counting on your continuous support!

Plus Ultra!