Pearls.

The next day comes swift and quick and Akane finds herself sitting in her seat at the back watching as Aizawa steps into the classroom, unbothered as usual.

“First period you’ll all have your first lessons in English with Present Mic and then…” Akane zoned out as he labeled off the lessons they would be having that day.  Despite U.A being a hero school, the curriculum was mostly the same as any other beside the added hero ethics, training and weapons classes.

The normalcy of it all was…disconcerting to say the least. Akane picked at her nails. She couldn’t turn to the side to peer out the window since Shouto and Yaoyorozu sat on those seats and looking at either of them filled her with embarrassment.

To the other side she was met with Shoji who was too quiet (even by her standards) to start a conversation with. So, Akane relented and dropped her head onto the desk, Aizawa’s dull voice lulling her to into a dreamless sleep.

She awoke with a nudge to her shoulder and a monotone call of her name. “Akane.” Her head once again shot up to glimpse Shouto above her. His face stoic as ever as if he didn’t just wake her up.

“Shouto? What are you doing?”

He nodded to the front of the class where All Might had now taken Aizawa’s place. He was roving on about their first Hero Basic’a Training class. It passed through one ear and came out the other for the dark haired girl.

She shook her head, sitting up straighter in her chair at Shouto’s sharp gaze. This was beyond embarrassing.

Just then, Yaoyorozu turned her head, her brows furrowed in the way that made her seem even more refined as she looked between the both of them, “…If you don’t mind me asking the both of you…are you perhaps together?” She blushed, fiddling with the the pen in her palm.

Akane practically yelped out a loud no while Shouto calmly shook his head. How had she even come up with that conclusion?

“A-Ah, forgive me! It’s just, you both use each other’s first names so I thought…” Yaoyorozu explained, eyes darting between the both of them and the front of the class. Akane sat dumbfounded. Yaoyorozu was more skittish than she’d thought the girl was.

“We aren’t—“

“We’re siblings.”

Akane and Shouto both turned to face eachother, one wearing a look of annoyance and the other confusion, Yaoyorozu completely forgotten.

Akane’s fingers curled on her blazer, “You didn’t have to tell her that.”

Shouto cocked his head, red and white brows furrowing in confusion, “Why? It’s the truth is it not?” Akane rolled her eyes. A new fact she learned from her brother was that he truly lacked the ability to read a person’s emotions.

“Yes it is but—“

“You both are siblings?” Another voice cut in, this time it was Midoriya who had been discretely eavesdropping on the question a seat away. He turned his head to look at both of them now, a look of realization dawning on his face as if he noticed something for the first time.

“O-Oh, I can see it now, y-you both really do look like siblings. If you ignore Himura-chan’s black hair. Wait why do you both have—“

All Might cut in at the perfect time, his booming voice calling for attention. “Grab your hero costumes and meet down in gym beta. And don’t forget to…”

The class erupted in cheers shouting the famous mantra of the school. “PLUS ULTRA!!!”

Akane was out of their quicker than any other. Grabbing her suitcase and hauling towards the changing rooms, if not to get away from Midoriya’s concerned then to escape the curious but confused gaze from Shouto and the words she longed to say but couldn’t find in herself.

Hate was not an unfamiliar feeling to Akane. She felt it more often that not. When she passed by Endeavor in their house, or she saw him on the billboard’s as she walked through the shopping district. She felt it when she knelt at Touya’s alter and prayed.

The young picture of him immortalized forever.

So no, spite was not an unfamiliar feeling to Himura Akane, and she found herself feeling it now as she slipped her hero costume on. It was a black full bodysuit, dark cargos over the legs. The fabric was insulated and meant to capture her body heat and keep it, in the likely case that her quirk made her too cold, but in the opposite scenario, the fabric was also thin enough that she didn’t burn up.

A metal belt attached with various medical necessities hung from her waist. She wore a cropped jacket embroidered with silver, the inside lined with fur. She wore metal bracers on her forearms, her body suit looping around the middle finger of both hands.

Her boots were her favourite part of the entire outfit. The thick material was also lined with fur in the inside. The material also sewn through with silver. Akane felt…powerful, stronger than she’d ever felt in a long while in this costume.

“Ah, you look so good Himura-san!” Akane turned to find Ochaco Uraraka behind her, eagerly eyeing her uniform with a smile. Akane bristled under her gaze. Not because she didn’t like it, but because the looks she’s been given by the girls in her middle school were everything but admiration and excitement.

“...yours looks nice too, I guess?” She murmured, noting the extra large shoes Uraraka was sporting. The brown haired girl nodded, “Thanks! The shoes look ridiculous but their meant to help with my quirk!”

If Akane was being honest, they did look ridiculous with how large they were but considering the fact that Uraraka’s quirk was Zero Gravity, she needed large platforms for a stable landing she deduced.

“Ah, Himura and Uraraka-san, your costumes look great!” Yaoyorozu joined the girls as they walked out of the changing rooms, the rest of the girls following. Akane stiffened. Somehow, Yaoyorozu’s very presence seemed to set her skin crawling with someone skin to jealousy and annoyance and she couldn’t stand herself being under the girl’s gaze for too long.

They made it to gym beta, the boys also beginning to pile in. Akane inadvertently found her brother amidst the crowd of students. His costume was…something. An entire portion of ice covered his left side from top to bottom. He wore a white tunic with matching boots. It was plain, and downright scary to any civilian her brother would save if he didn’t decide to change it.

“Listen up zygotes, we’ll be playing Heroes vs Villains.” All Might spoke, immediately grabbing everyone’s attention. “The Villains are in possession of a biological weapon in this scenario! The Hero team must either capture the Villains or secure the weapon. For the Villains to win, they must defeat the Heroes...”

All Might’s voice went through one ear and out the other as Akane found herself lost in her mind. The absurdity of all this was still settling into her. She’d spent the entirety of last night sleeping on her bed and wondering wether she should even attend school the next day, but seeing Shouto walking out of his own room with his uniform on at a horribly early hour prompted her to do the same.

Akane walked beside Momo Yaoyorozu as they made their way through the hallway of one of the dummy buildings. The air was quiet, Yaoyorozu’s muttering as she read through the book she brought from her bag holder on her back. Akane had glimpsed equations she didn’t—no, hadn’t ever seen—filling the pages. It looked like absolute gibberish to her, but to Yaoyorozu, it seemed like she understood everything to the T.

“Himura-san! We should make a plan, Hagakure-san and Jirou-san will be a problem if we don’t coordinate properly.” The girl broke the silence between them, dark eyes watching Himura as she halted in her steps.

Akane internally debated for a split second just telling Yaoyorozu to just shut up. Everything about the girl reeked proper and educated and annoyingly, fascinatingly smart. It was like standing next to one of the girls in her class in middle school who jus had the inflated ego everyone but them could see.

“Okay.”

They fell into a tense silence again, both avoiding eye contact. Akane would’ve liked to have been the Villain in this scenario. She could’ve just stood and waited for them to come. Freeze the room once one of them opened the door and bam—the round would be over.

Maybe she could still do that?

“I-okay, Himura-san…this is what I think we should do.” Yaoyorozu began to recite the plan she must’ve made as they walked. The first step, was of course to locate the villains in the building. For this both Yaoyorozu and Akane would split up and look for them.

The problem here was, that Hagakure had an invisibly quirk, which meant she could relatively jump them whenever and they wouldn’t know—that is, if Akane didn’t freeze the hallway before she could.

Akane had explained her quirk as they moved to the building once they were called up.

Simple cold manipulation; Akane was able to manipulate the temperature of atoms on the molecular structure, effectively changing the temperature of wherever she was and whatever she touched. She could also make it hotter and into a liquid if she wanted to. This was useful, since what was the use of invisibility if they were encased in ice?

Nodding, Akane hurriedly walked up the stairs while Yaoyorozu took the bottom. If they were lucky, Yaoyorozu would be confronted by Jirou—in this case, the crane haired girl had created a pair of sound nullifying headphones. Practically turning Jirou’s quirk useless.

Akane had to give it to her teammate, the quick thinking to create a plan and use her teammates quirk to their advantage was a skill Yaoyorozu had. She lacked the confidence to put herself out there though, Akane could tell from just a look at her face. The way she looked down and fiddled with her costume. Despite knowing she was smart, she didn’t trust herself enough to not mess up. That reminded Akane of someone.

Akane’s attention snapped back to the present as she walked down the hallway—had she been mishearing? Behind her were the light tapping’s of bare feet against the floor. She wasn’t wrong—somewhere behind her was Hagakure, who severely lacked in stealth despite her quirk.

The girl moved towards the wall, pressing the pads of her fingers against the cold material. Closing herself, she felt the cold gradually growing and growing, biting into her skin and leaving it red and pink and painfully numb.

The sting was worth it after a few minutes once she opened her eyes. The surrounding walls and floor were encased in a shiny sheet of ice and from the way the ice curled into the air as if it were surrounding something, she could make out the outline of Hagakure’s invisible outline.

Shaking her boots out of the ice, she moved closer, already grabbing the tape. Hagakure—so she’d been correct—yelped, “—shit, this cold hurts girl! C’mon, I almost got you!”

Akane only stared at what she assumed would be Hagakure’s face, though it was disconcerting as she only stared at the end of the corridor as she spoke, “Um, well, sorry?”

After a moment of mindless searching in the air, she found Hagakure’s wrists and wrapped them in the tape. After this, she bent down and touched the ice curling around the girls bare feet, heating it till all that was left was a plume of steam that faded into the air.

A sudden realization fell on Akane and she turned to look at Hagakure, “Wait, Hagakure, are you naked?” It would explain the intense shivering she still had despite the temperature rise.

Hagakure replied, “Well yeah, it was my only shot on getting you guys out.” You understood that, but wasn’t it beyond impractical to just…be walking around with nothing on, even if she was technically invisible. Hagakure still felt the cold and heat, and hell she would be more prone to injury than all of them.

“..you should get your hero costume sorted,” Akane began as they walked, a hand on Hagakure’s invisible shoulder, “It won’t do you any good being naked while fighting.”

She felt Hagakure shrug, “Forgot that U.A could supply me with something like that honestly.”

They fall into a steady silence, the only sound being their feet against the floor. Hagakure began to hum a soft tune that Akane distinctly remembered from somewhere—on an add right? No, that didn’t sound right—oh.

“That’s from that girl group right?…ultra..” She internally debated on wether asking. Would Hagakure find her weird? Imagine she got it wrong and Hagakure just didn’t respond?

There was no need for Akane to worry though since Hagakure shrieked in excitement, she could feel her turn to face her. “Yeah! Ultra-ones! Their so good..!” they drifted into a conversation on music, and Akane found herself surprised that someone held the same view on music taste like her.

They spent the next 5 minutes walking to the exit critiquing and mildy—though Hagakure was to the extreme—fangirling and somewhere in between their talk, Akane took note of the slight shiver in Hagakure’s tone and shed off her jacket for her. She was starting to feel bad about the temperature drop. Quick temperature drops could lead to horrible things, Akane knew first hand of.

Soon enough, All Might’s voice came booming through the speakers just as Akane walked outside with Hagakure. “The Hero Team has won! Everyone report back to Gym Beta.”

Some enough, Yaoyorozu and Jirou emerged from the building, the former rubbing her earphone jacks hanging from her ears and Yaoyorozu fussing over her in guilt. Hagakure perked up at the sign of her teamate, bounding over, “Jirou, you okay?”

The other girl nodded, a grin forming o her face as she pointed to a blushing Yaoyorozu, “Yeah, I’m fine, but Yaoyorozu absolutely gave me a run for my money. The speaker thing was really smart.”

As they all began to walk, Akane partially listened to the conversation, stuffing her hands into her pockets, “O-Oh, I still apologize Jirou-san! I didn’t mean to turn it up so loud!“

The other girl brushed her off with a wave, “You did what you had to do, no point in feeling guilty about it.”

Yaoyorozu nodded, turning her attention to her own teammate, “Yeah, Himura-san! You were so quick, it only took you five minutes!” Only five minutes? That sounded so backhanded that Akane winced internally. She knew Yaoyorozu didn’t mean for it to be an insult, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel like one.

“Yeah, thanks I guess.” Akane’s thoughts drift to her brother. She bets Shouto could do it all in less than five.

Once the four girls step back into the control room, they are met with a chorus of comments. Akane slipping out of Uraraka’s cheerful voice finds herself at the back of the class, observing as they all quiet down under All Might.

“You four did exceptionally well. Especially the Hero team. Young Himura and Yaoyorozu, you both showed efficiency in your plan making. Using both of your quirks to your advantages.” All Might droned on, his voice moving to congratulate the Villain team too and before Akane could tell, the next teams were going up.

Bakugou and Lida, versus Uraraka and Midoriya. The class shared tense glances. It was only the second day, and the underlying tension between Midoriya and Bakugou had picked up on. Them being opposite teams facing eachother would bound to be catastrophic.

And catastrophic it was.

Akane had seen spite (or hate) enough times in her life to tell when someone hated another, and remembering Bakugou’s red eyes through the screen narrowing on Midoriya’s trembling figure, Akane is sure Bakugou Katsuki hates Midoriya Izuku.

Why? The reason has blown over her head. It’s clear the two have unspoken feelings about eachother and years of built up emotions, but Midoriya, from what Akane has seen, is a decent and nice guy. Sure, his mumbling can get a tad bit annoying, but she can’t see any reason to dislike him, let alone hate him.

So why, does Bakugou look at the boy as if he’s the bane of his entire existence?

She’d seen that look more than she would’ve liked to admit. She’s seen it on Endeavours face as he looked at the kids he’d neglected; seen it on Touya’s small and pale face and his bright blue eyes watching as Shouto is dragged away from them; she’d seen it in herself, as she stares at her reflection in the mirror, dark hair dye sitting on the counter beside her.

Spite is a bitter feeling. It resides in her chest, filling the cavity where her heart should lay. It keeps her blood pumping around her body and gives her the will everyday to get up and move because spite is all Akane knows, so she can sympathize with Bakugou just a little.

She knows what it feels like to look at someone and just feel nothing but hot, bubbling anger at them. She knows it all too well.

“Damn, Midoriya, your arm?! Are you okay?!”

“Bakugou went berserk on you dude!”

“Ouch—that look like it hurt, bad!”

“Of course it hurt Kaminari, did you even see how hard he was hit?”

The students crowd around Midoriya just as Akane slides the door open and reveals his figure. He’s still in his tattered hero costume, an arm wrapped in a cast. The pain is clear on his face but just from the fact he’s not wincing every time he moves screams to Akane that he’s felt this before. Odd.

“Midoriya, is your arm okay?” Akane asks, despite wanting to desperately leave. She can’t just leave him standing there in front of her without asking about his well being. That would be beyond rude, even to her standards.

“O-Oh, my a-arm? It doesn’t hurt that much anymore, don’t w-worry Himura-san!”

“That’s good, Midoriya. Get home safe.” With that, Akane side steps him and leaves him to be bombarded by the other students, their loud voice eventually fading into the distance as she walks down the hallway and towards the exit.

The sun has already begun to set in the sky, pink lining the horizon. It’s pretty, Akane has to admit. The sunset was always gorgeous. She remembers her and Natsuo sitting on the roof of their house and watching the sun set before the cold eventually got to them and they fled back down.

She wonders if he still does it now. Unlikely considering he’s a university student now and busies himself in his studies. When was the last time Akane even spoke to her brother? She can’t remember. Maybe it had been at dinner? But only Fuyumi ever attends those and it can’t be classed as dinner if only two people are sitting at the table.

The familiar feeling of hatred bubbles in her chest, spreading throughout her body like wildfire until she can feel it in the tips of her fingers and the edges of her toes. If Endeavour hadn’t done what he’d done, maybe their dinners would be with a full house and not just a sad Fuyumi and a silent Akane, none knowing what to say to fill the silence.

Her attention is snapped back into reality as she walks head first into a figure, her eyes snapping up to meet the back of a person. Who?

Bakugou turns around swiftly, red eyes now rimmed with red as he curses, “Fuck! Can’t you look where your going?!” Was Bakugou crying? No, that couldn’t be. The gleam on his cheek catching the light couldn’t be tears. Could it?

“Didn’t see you, not my fault you can’t move. And anyways, why are you crying Bakugou?” Akane implores, hate fading away to curiosity as she looks up at the blonde. He’s surprisingly pretty, with his long lashes framing his eyes and lips curled in just the right away as she scowls at her.

“W-Who’s fucking crying?”

“You? Your eyes are red, no need to lie.”

“I’m not crying dumbass!”

“Uh huh, tell that to the tears on your cheeks.”

He scowls even further, (if that’s even possible) and stuffs his hands into his trousers. They stand there, in complete silence for a while before Akane breaks it, “So, is it because of your fight with Midoriya today? It was intense.”

“Fuck no! Nothing’s about that shitty nerd, ‘kay?”

“So what is it then?”

“None of your goddamned business, that’s what it is!”

Ah, back to square one. Akane thought they’d had some sort of development when he admitted it wasn’t about Midoriya, but Bakugou was a really hard egg to crack.

“Hm. So…”

“So what? Spit it out or fuckin’ leave!”

“…why are you standing in the middle of the path crying then?“

He rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated with her insistence, “I wasn’t crying so fuckin’ drop it.”

Akane sigh, realising how futile this was. As much as Bakugou was a spiteful person, he was also majorly stubborn. Instead of speaking further, Akane promptly gives him a goodbye and walks around him. Bakugou’s eyes widen slightly, he was shocked that she’d dropped it so quickly. If it had been any of their classmates they would’ve been pestering him till he screamed.

Bakugou watches her figure move further and further away, hands in the pockets of her skirt. Akane doesn’t turn around, not once, even though he’s sure she knows he’s staring at her. She doesn’t look as if she’ll be turning around ever, so Bakugou begrudgingly takes the initiative, “Oi.”

Akane, a small smile curling on her lips, spins around to face the still scowling Bakugou, but the annoyance in his eyes has tamed down. “Yeah?”

“Don’t go blabbering to those fuckin’ extras, got it?”

She doesn’t reply, nodding once before resuming her walk. Bakugou stares, all until she finally leave his view as she bends a corner. Did he even remember your name? Something Himura. Akane Himura.

Bakugou hasn’t bothered to memorize any of his classmates names, knowing they’ll eventually come to him and because he just couldn’t be asked to do all of that. None of them have proved to be that worthy of his attention anyway.

You might just be the first.

The next day comes quickly and annoyingly loud as Akanes alarm blares through her room. After a few moments of laying on her futon just drinking in the silence, she get’s up and begins to ready for the day.

It takes a while to realise why her hair was black instead of it’s natural white amidst her sleep-muddled mind as Akane brushes her teeth. Akane can already see the streaks of white beginning to form at the hairline. She seriously needs a better dye. It’s barley noticeable now, but she knows by next week her hair will partially be white instead of black.

Akane slides into Class 1-A’s homeroom to find the students chatting amidst eachother as they wait for Aizawa to arrive. Akane darts towards her seat, ignoring Shouto’s pointed stares as she slumps into her chair. She can tell he wants to say something, so she cuts the waiting time short snd turns to him.

“What is it Shouto?”

“Your hair, you dyed it, why?”

The question is uncalled for, so Akane just stares at him for a few seconds. She had a feeling he would ask this eventually, but so early? “Cause I wanted to?”

He doesn’t take that for an answer, and she can tell front he furrow of his red and white brows. “But why? You even dyed your eyebrows. And you wear that black thing on your eyelashes.”

Did he seriously not know what mascara was? The way he said black things felt offensive. “Yeah? I guess I just wanted to switch it up.”

“What did Endeavour say?”

Akane shrugs, turning her gaze to the front of the class, watching as the door slides open and reveals their homeroom teacher’s lazy figure. “Don’t think he even knows.”

All conversations end as everyone hurried to their seats and Aizawa begins to speak. “I reviewed your performances from yesterday. Bakugou, stop acting like a child, you have the skill so use it. Midoriya, you need to figure out to not break your bones every time you use your quirk…”

From the back, Akane can’t see Bakugou’s expression from where he sits at the front but she can see his shoulders tense and hear the scoff he lets out. He knows Aizawa is right.

“..Today we’ll be doing your first hero stimulation lessons. At the U.S.J. Grab your costumes and meet outside.”

The students grabs their cases, practically legging it to the door and to the changing rooms. The U.S.J was the type of things people read about and dreamed off going to. A great park made to train heroes in various disaster stimulations. Akane couldn’t lie, she did feel a bit excited at the thought of going. It would be nice to see how she could use her quirk in these scenarios. She was beginning to like these hero training lessons much more than she would ever admit.

“If we’re going by raw power, then Todoroki and Bakugou are sure to be at the top soon!” Kirishima points out to Tsuyu. The conversation in the bus had steered to the rankings of their classmates ine the future. Akane had a feeling Bakugou wouldn’t get to the desired number one he so cherished.

“Hm. With Bakugou’s mouth, I doubt he’ll get very far, kero.” Tsuyu thoughtfully responded. She was right. As much as heroes were famed on for their power, it was also their PR that got them higher in the rankings. Bad PR wouldn’t move a person up the Hero charts, but only down. It did depend on the publics opinion of you after all.

“Eh? What you tryna say frog shit!?”

Kaminari buts in from the side, “She has a point honestly, your personality is like a smoking pile of—“

“Don’t even finish that line, sparky!”

Kaminari, smartly, doesn’t finish the line, but he does still have the same smile on his face. Kirishima, sending the building emotions in Bakugou that would no doubt lead to a later outburst they all did not want.

“—anyway, Midoriya, your quirk is kinda like All Might’s isn’t it? You both go bam!”

He motions with his fist jutting out into the air, Midoriya blushing, scratches his cheek. “Well—I g-guess their s-similar?”

Midoriya is wearing his gym uniform with a own elbow and knee braces. His uniform had been beyond repair and was being promptly fixed by the support course.

“It really is, kero. No wonder you’re an All Might fan boy.”

“F-Fan boy!?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda obvious. You were gushing over All Might more than any of us yesterday.”

Akane’s attention drifts to the outside, watching the green bushes pass by as the bus drives along the road and to the destination. Akane can’t deny the giddy feeling she has in her stomach. She can just imagine what’s waiting for them. A large dome filled with just about everything to carve future heroes.

Some repressed, lost part of Akane that still sits beside Natsuo and Fuyumi watching a video of All Might beating a hero re-emerges. This would’ve been her dream. To go to the place that had taught All Might and all the heroes after him.

“Oh, but Himura quirk is amazing too! The way you froze the hallway was so sick, just like Todoroki’s.” She bristles at the comment by Kirishima. Akane knows there’s no harm behind the observation, but she still feels a jab to her side as her quirk is compared to her twin’s.

Their’s are so fundamentally different, they are no where near the same (or, just a little bit, Akane figures) but she doesn’t say that.

“Is it? I couldn’t tell.” Akane replies, fingers playing with the elastic of her costume. She can feel Todoroki’s stare before she sees it.

Annoying. Her brother seriously had a staring issue.

The class arrives at U.S.J shortly after. Aizawa introduces them to the Disastor Relief Hero : Thirteen.

“Hello and welcome to, what you all may already know, U.S.J!” This is met with a chorus of cheers. Almost immediately, Midoriya’s fanboy side is activated and he begins muttering in excitement. Eventually, he stops after noticing the stares on him.

“As you all may know, my quirk is black hole,“ Thirteen opens a finger of their suit and nothing happens—till something happens. It feels as if the very air is being sucked out of the atmosphere and their all subtly dragged forward, even if it is by a centimeter.

“My quirk is very helpful is cleaning up after disasters. But it can also be very dangerous, like many of your quirks. It is wise to keep that in mind. A hero is someone who uses their powers for good, not evil—“

In that moment, as if summoned by their words, a foggy portal opens at the bottom of the grand stairs leading down to the U.S.J. Akane and her class suck a breath in as they watch a figure emerge from the portal. A lanky, disheveled blue haired boy and multiple villains follow after him. “Huh? I thought All Might was meant to be here Kurogiri? Eh, we’ll just make him come then.”

“Aizawa-sensei, are those Villains?!”

“How did they even get in?”

“Why’d they want All Might?”

“All of you, step back and follow Thirteen to the exit. Stick together.” With that, Aizawa flings himself down the stairs and towards the multiplying villains. Their like an endless wave, just spawning out of the portal and never ending.

Akane sighs to herself as she’s dragged along with the crowd of students as they leg it to the doors. The purple warp guy morphs infront of them, blocking their path, his voice surprisingly deep as he—she?—speaks, “My apologies, but I cannot allow any of you to leave.”

The students cower back in free, calling for Thirteen who rushes forward and uses her quirk. It does minimal damage as the suction motion from her quirk is backfired on her and she’s dealt a heavy blow by her own quirk. Bakugou shouts, explosions crackling, “That’s it fucker—“ Akane is about to drag him back as he takes a step forward. Though that never happens.

Purple gates emerge below their feet and before she knows it, their class is sucked into them and deposited elsewhere.

Screaming, Akane falls onto concrete cheek first, the gravel biting into her skin. She has half a mind to get up and dust her clothes off and fix her hair before she scopes out her surrounding. She’s in a dummy building complex that looks too real. She would’ve believed she’s been dropped somewhere in Japan if she didn’t see the dome ceiling above her.

Walking down the street, she pops into various shops on the way. Everything looks way too real, it’s off putting.

She stills after taking a corner, the sounds of footsteps approaching her—and fast—finally reach her ears and she turns just in time to dodge a knife whizzing past her face. She watches as a few dark strands fall to the ground.

The villain infront of her is a man in his late twenties, a jagged scar running down his left cheek and a crazed look in his eye. He seems to definitely taking something. With a lick of his lips, he runs towards her, knifes gleaming.

“Come back here you bitch!”

Akane wastes no time in sprinting down the road in zig zags, watching as blades fly past her and drop to the ground. She doesn’t dare take a look back, it’ll only make the vomit in her throat rise higher and she most definitely doesn’t want to die because she puked in front of a villain.

Diving into a building, she legs it for the stairs, boots chasing after her. The villain is stupid, she can tell. His only intent is chasing her and killing her, not wathcing out for her quirk or anything. The man hasn’t even used his quirk since he began chasing her she realises—why?

She doesn’t waste anytime thinking about the why’s though, instead, she curls her fingers round the stairs banister and the floor at her feet and wills the cold to form on it. It takes some time and some running, but once she looks back, she sees the man aimlessly flailing around, his feet and hand surrounded in ice.

“ F-Fuck , that shit’s cold! Ice bitch, let me go!” She raises a brow at him, turning around and walking down the steps towards him. “Don’t think so.”

She side steps his figure, ignoring the screams and wails that come from the man. It’s hilarious how quickly someone is reduced to a crying mess once their finally beat. Akane would know. She’s been in that position one too many times.

Exiting the building, she continues down the street, smiling as the wails fade into the background and soon, all she can hear are her footsteps and nothing more.

Thankfully, after what feels like hours of walking aimlessly, she stopped at the edge of the city stimulation lined with brushes. Crouching behind one, she observes the scene a few feet infront of her with bated breath.

In the centre of the U.S.J stands All Might infront of the black creature that looks like a science experiment gone wrong. Behind All Might’s tense figure are— her classmates? What? Akane blinks just to clear her vision and make sure what’s she’s seeing is right. What were her classmates doing behind the number one hero? Shouldn’t they have fled by now?

She watches as All Might and the man with blue haired boy—who looks too young to even be a villain with his lanky limbs—that she will later learn is called Shigaraki Tomura pass a few words between eachother before All Might eventually pounds the science experiment—Noumu— into the atmosphere. Befitting of his title as the Symbol of Peace but fatigue clings to him as steam curls against his skin.

Shigaraki takes this as his queue just as the Pro’s burst through the main doors, albeit a bit late, but in time that Snipe manages to land a few hits on the villain-boy. For some reason though, Cementos builds a barrier between Midoriya—who Akane spied has broken limbs—and All Might from everyone’s view. She scrunches her nose at that.

Akane finally emerges from her hiding spot inbetween the bushes, jogging towards the group that consists of her brother, Bakugou and Kirishima. The red head notices her first, his mouth widening in a shark tooth grin, “Himura, you okay? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“Use y’er eyes Shitty Hair! She clearly isn’t hurt.”

“Yeah, Akane, are you sure no villains managed to hurt you?” Her brother means well, she knows he does, but she still ignores his question. Instead nodding to Kirishima who doesn’t fail to notice that. “I’m fine Kirishima, thanks. I didn’t run into any villains on the way here so I got lucky I guess?” She shrugs, walking beside him as they make their way to the exit. She was glad she didn’t, lest she turn out like Midoriya with two broken legs.

“That’s glad. Me and Bakugou over here ran into quite a few but they were easy as hell.” Bakugou grunts in response, sparing Akane a withering glance before moving to the front of the group.

She can’t seem to find what Bakugou’s problem is. Maybe it was because she prodded him only a few days ago for answers after catching him in tears, but she can’t help but think theirs a different reason.

“That’s great. Who was that guy before though? The one with the science experiment thing.”

Kirishima chuckles, scratching the back of his head but Shouto cuts him off, “That was Shigaraki, the monster thing was what he called. He wanted to come end All Might.”

Her irritation breaks way to shock. End All Might? How absurd. Maybe with that Noumu thing by their side, the villains finally thought they’d had a chance against the number one hero. Ironic considering he came out on top once more. Akane wonders what her father will say when she gets home—if he even says anything. Would he be pissed that All Might won once again, or angry.

Endeavour had always been jealous.

Some time between them walking up the stairs in relative quietness to the outside where cop cars and EMT’s were in the dozen, Akane found herself back on the bus after Detective Tsukauchi had explained to them what would be happening. They would go back to school and be picked up by their parents. No school for the following day—which Akane despised but understood.

The bus ride back was hauntingly quiet. No one, not even Lida felt like speaking. The events of earlier still playing in all their minds. It was so surreal. The second week at their hero academia and they were already having hands on experience fighting villains? Seriously, UA outdid itself. No wonder it was the top hero school in the country!

Compared to the bus ride, the car ride home with Shouto she was forced into was even more tense. Both siblings sat at the opposite windows, not even bothering to speak to eachother. Expected, but Akane had assumed Shouto would strike some sort of conversation considering his earlier attempts.

Maybe today too had drained her fathers prodigy, surprisingly.

Her brow finally unfurls, the tension leaving her shoulders as she leans into the soft car seat. Sometimes, Akane forgets that her brother too is human.