Midoriya Izuku:

"Well this day just keeps getting better." You heard snickering from behind you. A hand roughly grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you backwards and shoved you down. Lying on the ground you had a clear view of who did it to you: Lori and her gang.

"I-i'll get out of you way, just please, d-d-don't hurt me!" You squeaked and curled into a ball.

"D-d-don't hurt me!" She mocked with her posse snickering not far away. "And why shouldn't I? You always act like you can have great success if you just believe. Well that's not how this world works. Strength comes with power. The stronger you are, the more powerful you are. And I'm afraid that you, (rude nickname), don't have the potential to obtain either." She ended with a hair flip while glaring down at you. "Here. Let Queen Lori educate you on something." You hated when she called herself queen. It sounded VERY narcissistic. "I'll show you what happens when you try to be successful with no power or strength whatsoever." She raised her fist high, preparing to swing at you. Before she lowered it, her fist encased itself in silver. That was her quirk. She quickly thrust it at you. You instinctively flinched and braced yourself for impact....

But it didn't come.

You cautiously opened your eyes and look at the sight in front of you:

Midoriya, the boy from yesterday had caught Lori's arm before she had a chance to land a hit on you.

"Just leave her alone!" (Lori looked absolutely appalled. And pulled her arm away. She snapped her fingers, catching the attention of her two followers, and pointed to the left of where you were sitting on the ground. The gang of bullies sashayed in that direction, away from you and Midoriya.

He extended a hand in your direction, which you gladly took, and pulled you up. "Why does she keep doing this?" He looked at you with a concerned expression. You sighed.

"I don't know. I do know it has something to do with her thinking that I'm quirkless." You huffed.

"Why would she think that?"

"Because I don't use it in front of her, or anyone really. Not to mention I've never told her that I have a quirk. It wouldn't matter. If she finds out I have a useless quirk, she'll just tease me for that instead." You looked bummed out.

You and Midoriya stood in silence for some number of minutes before he spoke up, barely audible. "Could I see your quirk?" You smiled a little and knelt on the grass. You felt okay with showing him. Its the least you could do since he saved you and all.

You took a deep breath in and activated your quirk. The palms of your hands were place on the ground and your eyes were closed as your breathed calmly. All around you, the grass grew tall and thick, large, colorful flowers bloomed here and there, and a nearby tree nearly doubled in height. You opened your eyes and removed your hands from the ground, shooting a small smile at Midoriya.

"I can't really use it to save anyone or even fight any villains so its pretty useless...." You said weaving wildflowers together to form a bright, colorful crown.

"I-i think its great! Are you able to change the shape of trees too?" He asked with a grin. You nodded in response. "I think that you'd totally be able to use it to fight a villain!"

The two of you spent the remainder of the day talking about making you into one hell of a hero. You shows off your quirk a bit more and he told you he goes to U.A. (and that he wishes you want as well. It looks lime you two are really starting to bond.

Bakugou Katsuki:

You stormed back in the direction of the convention with a new cosplay all packed. Well, as long as nothing else happens, you should still get there around the time it starts. This is why you plan ahead.

As you speed walked along the sidewalk, you listened in on passing conversations. (But there was one in particular that caught your attention.

"And then she had the nerve to blame me!" That voice sounded vaguely familiar...

"Really? To me it sounds like you were being rude. That was very unmanly! You should have helped her pick up her stuff." That , too, sounded familiar...

"TO HELL WITH THAT!" You turned the corner to see the boy you bumped into earlier walking with...wait... Is that Kirishima?

"K-kirishima?" You spoke loud enough for him to hear. He directed his attention to you and smiled before running the rest of the way over to you.

"Going to a convention, Candlehead?" That was a nickname he gave you due to your quirk and our hotheaded personality.

"Yep. It was gonna be great before THAT ASSHAT DESTROYED MY HARD WORK!!!" you fumed, pointing an accusing finger at the ash-blonde. You leaned on Kirishima's shoulders and quietly moped about how great it was gonna be.

"Wait. You know this bitch?!" The douchy prick shouted. You perked up a bit and turned to him.

And with the bitchiest, most smart-ass voice that you could possibly muster, you replied, "While I admit that I can be a bitch, you, rude stranger, are no better than I. In fact, I think you might be worse." You chuckled lightly as the ash blonde seemed to get even angrier at you. He opened his mouth, probably to propose a rebuttal, but was cut short by Kirishima.

"Okay. Bakugou, this is y/n. We were friends before I met you. Y/n this is Bakugou, a friend I made at U.A." He smiled in an attempt to clear the tense atmosphere.

"Well, it was, not so please not to meet you, Bakagou, but really I must be going. Seeya, Kiri." You did the classic "wave as you walk off" thing, listening to Bakugou fume about "what the hell that damn bitch" called him.

Todoroki Shouto:

And so it was arranged. The very next day, you and the prince with red and white hair were to meet over tea and talk. Nothing but two strangers getting to know each other.

The next day, your maid dressed you in something not nearly as... Large? as when you met him. Yow were wearing this dress:

With black leggings, black flats, and a black and white bow pinning up part of your hair.

You were led to the room where the two of you would meet. Upon entering, you were met with the same beautiful eyes that you had seen the other day. You gingerly sat in a chair across from him and greeted him with an open mind, not knowing what might happen.

"Hello Prince Todoroki. How are you?" You spoke with a quiet little polite voice, sitting with perfect posture, as though there was a board pressed against your back.

"Hello. I have been alright. What about you?" He spoke in the same monotone voice as when he introduced himself to your parents.

"Well, I certainly could be doing better." You said with a slight sigh, taking a sip of the tea that was placed on the table in front of you.

"What do you mean, Princess y/n?" It would seem your statement piqued his interest a bit, as his voice showed a little bit more emotion as he questioned you.

"Ah, it's nothing really. I would sound a little spoiled saying it." You were quite reluctant to bring up the subject.

"Nonsense. We're here to know each other better. And it is my belief that understanding what troubles you will greatly improve my understanding of your personality and character." This was the most you've heard him talk. He was a very quiet man so far. And, despite his tone of voice, seemed to care about what you had to say. He certainly is an interesting character.

"Well, its just that..." You sigh, "I don't like the idea of being forced to marry someone. Especially at this age. ( It seems a little unfair that I don't get a say in this. But I really shouldn't complain. After all, there are people in the world who are in much worse situations. The hard part is choosing which of the other two I should choose." You suddenly realized what you said and went to elaborate, frantically. "B-but of course the only reason I don't want to choose you is because you seem a little reluctant to be here. Its obvious you don't want to marry me, which is fine! I don't want to force you into any-" he cut you off with a quiet chuckle, you hardly noticed. When you looked at him, he had a smile as small as his laugh.

"It's okay. I understand. I don't want to be forced to marry anyone either. But its okay. I might have an idea." He spoke with a slightly audible amount of feeling this time as he stood up and walked to the door. He stopped when he opened it and turned his head to speak over his shoulder.

"But, for the record, I wouldn't mind marrying someone like you in a couple years." And with that, he left the room to carry out his plan, leaving you a flustered, and confused mess.

Kaminari Denki:

You swiftly moved this way and that, preparing drinks, calling taxis, seating patrons (seeing as there wasn't anymore room at the counter), cleaning glasses, and running food in and out of the kitchen. Kaminari held his place at the counter, watching you as you multitasked in several ways at once. A man walked out of the kitchen and over to you as you slid two people another round of shots with one hand and a martini to a basic bitch with a fake spray tan with the other.

"Take a break, l/n. You've been working your ass off out here!" He said to you with a hearty laugh, clapping a hand over your shoulder. You smiled brightly and thanked him, hung up your apron, and exited from behind the counter. You searched for a spot so that you could monitor your coworkers while relaxing.

When you spotted the electric blonde ( You walked over with a skeptical look. As he saw you approaching, he moved the bag that was placed on a stool next to him. He gestured for you to sit down. You obliged and wondered how you hadn't noticed him before now.

"You've been working really hard- WOAH are you okay?!" He shouted in shock as you let your head abruptly slam against the counter.

"Everything hurts. Anyway, what are you doing here, last I checked, you're a U.A. student. That means you're like, what, 15? The point is, you are several years underage." You mumbled out with your head still planted on the counter.

"I came back to talk more with you. Its not every day you see someone as beautiful as you." He said with a slight smirk almost like he was... Flirting. Two can play at that game.

You sat up and leaned on one of your hands with a cocky look on your face. "You know, you aren't too bad yourself." You added a wink for good measure. Oh shit. You just realized you're supposed to be posing as a 21 year old. Fuck.

"Thanks but aren't you like, way older than me?" His face displayed a cross between confused and uncomfortable.

"Oh shit! I totally forgot! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that way!" You reached into your pocket and polled out the school I.d you keep with you at all times.

The card displayed a picture of a very tired looking you, your first and last name, and your age and your quirk.

"See, I promise I'm not a pedophile!" He stared at the card and then back at you to see a more frantic version of the tired girl in the picture.

"So... You're my age? And you're working at a bar?" Luckily everyone was too loud and drunk to overhear/care about yours and Kaminari's conversation. You nodded. "Him. Okay."

"Once again, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable..." Wait. You still need to get him back for that comment earlier... " its just that, well...

I get so distracted by handsome men like you.~" you said it ad flirtatiously as you could. His face erupted in red. I guess he's not used to this kind of treatment from women.

"U-um...y/n? A little help?" Your attention snapped up to your employee. Three broken glasses lay on the floor with a lot of alcohol. You nodded at the poor girl trapped in the middle of it all.

"Get the mop. I'll handle the glass. But you'd better be thankful, I'm on break." She left into the kitchen to grab a mop for the alcohol while you sat there and stretched real quick.

"Shouldn't you clean that up?" Kaminari asked from beside you. You nodded and smirked.

You made a quick, swift motion with your hand, and in the glass all seemed to melt back together, leaving three glasses looking nearly brand new.

"Woah! Was that your quirk?" Kaminari excitedly asked you, clearly over the flirt from before.

"Indeed it was. I've always wanted to be a hero, but the only way I can think to fight villains is in a very bloody way. After all, glass manipulation is my quirk, and glass cuts. A lot. So I never really pursued my dream. Funny thing, I actually used to want to go to U.A." you smiled a bit at the bittersweet thoughts.

"You could totally make it though! If you figure out a way to not hurt people as much, fighting villains could be a breeze for you! Plus, heroes don't JUST fight villains, we save people too. And that's something you'd be great at!"

The two of you spent the remainder of the night talking about making a hero out of you, even when you returned to work.

Kirishima Eijirou (this one is super terrible):

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You walked down the sidewalk, humming a tune lightly. You were headed to the park since your schooling for the day was over. You were homeschooled now. Accidents like the one when you met that boy kept happening. By the time you could control your quirk, you simply preferred homeschooling.

Everyday when you walked to the park, you could see U.A. in the distance. You were considering taking the entrance exam this year. However when you brought the idea to your mother's attention, she got so worried. She didn't want you to be a hero and risk your life. She was a tad overprotective. But still, you didn't want her to worry, so you stayed back and went with the homeschooling program like always.

You were too bust staring at the hero academy that you didn't notice that you were about to bump into someone. Apparently, they didn't either, evident by the crash that occurred.

Whoever you bumped into didn't fall like you did and reached a hand out.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't notice where I was going." That voice. You took hold of the offered hand and let him help pull you up.

"Nah its my fault tooooooo? Do I know you?" His hair and eyes were a vibrant red color and his whole demeanor seemed to radiate so much familiarity and nostalgic feeling.

"Maybe. I'm Eijirou Kirishima." He smiled brightly at you.

"Ah-ha! I do know you! I'm y/n l/n." His face told you he doesn't remember you. Why would he? That was like first grade. "From first grade?" His face was still blank. You snapped your fingers as a thought came to you. "I crystalized your fingers!" He looked like he came to a realization.

"Ohh! Good to see you again...err..."

"Y/n. Y/n l/n"

"How's the quirk coming? You got it under control yet?" You nodded.

"Mhmm​! I was planning on taking the entrance exam for U.A. this year, but my mom thinks being a hero is too dangerous so my dreams can wait." You ended with a sigh.

"Huh! But you have such a powerful quirk! You could really do some good in the world with that! And besides, the U.A. entrance exam wasn't that hard, the classes aren't either!" He's really loud.

"Wait. You attend U.A.?!"

"Yeah, just started this year! Its been crazy so far! Our hero training (Is taught by the one and only All Might! (y)" your eyes widened.

"That's crazy! But, how does no one get hurt?"

"We do, all the time! But our school nurse is Recovery Girl!" His eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement as the conversation continued.

"Hey maybe you can transfer!" What? You? Transfer? To U.A.?

"You really think my mom would let me?" You rhetorically asked.

"Just tell her about Recovery Girl and I'm sure it'll be fine!" The way he spoke with such enthusiasm as if you've known each other for years was really nice, if not, a bit overwhelming

"Well... I'll see what I can do!"