You used to be a bright child. Intelligent, kind, popular, and talented. You used to dance all day, every day. But as you grew up and your quirk got stronger; your parents homeschooled you. You moved away from your old neighborhood to another. You lived in an area with high villain attacks, it was mostly abandoned.

One night you couldn’t sleep. So you pulled your shirt off, put some shorts on, and went outside to the pouring rain. You danced with your quirk. It felt exciting, it made you feel alive. It felt like you could do whatever.

Little did you know, a class of heroes, who were on patrol, were now watching you. That class was none other than class 1-A. Izuku, Bakugo, todoroki, and Iida seem suspicious. Mina, Uraraka, denki, Kirishima, and the others are on edge but are mostly admiring your skills.

Aizawa: whispering “stay down, we don’t know if she’s a threat yet.”