You were the only daughter of the Yoshitomi family, the richest family in Japan with connections to the royal family. Named after your mother, your full names as (Y/N)-Chiyo the 3rd of the Yoshitomi family, but you preferred to be called Chiyo by your fellow classmates.

Today was the parents' evening and as usual you achieved good grades and Mr Aizawa had nothing to complain about. You were walking towards the exit of the hall where parents' evening was happening to see your father off when he stopped and turned to look at you, a scowl on his face

Your Father: I expected you to have all A's and you got 65/70 on your art history test. Disappointing. Low scores like that bring dishonour upon the family.

You: My apologies father. I tried my best

You curtsied and bowed in shame for messing up your test. It was the first time it had happened and you feared the consequences of it, knowing your father didn't play around when it came to grades.

Your Father: Your best isn't good enough, as a Yoshitomi it should be perfection. I knew I should have put you in the all girls' school instead of this school for commoners!

You: But father, UA is the best hero-

You Father: ENOUGH! Do not make a scene! If you achieve any more low scores, I will pull you out of UA and you can forget about your feeble dream of becoming a hero! I must be going, I have already wasted too much time on scolding you.

He stormed out of the hall, leaving you still looking at the floor, and everyone else and their parents in dead silence. You felt everyone's eyes on you as you avoided looking up from the floor before a pair of arms wrapped around you. Your best friend, ** ** Momo. She and your sensei led you out of the hall to a quiet spot.

Momo: I'm sorry Chiyo