You were a student at U.A., but you were always hated by everyone for your lack of a Quirk. Your classmates wondered how you got into the academy and why you were still there, but you never cared. Since you were little, you were used to those looks of contempt, to being seen as weak, even though you weren't. You had trained like no one else, mastering lethal weapons like naginatas, double-edged spears, and katanas, as well as non-lethal weapons like triple staffs, reinforced chains, and tonfas. Your reflexes were fast, your strength above average, your mind formed plans instantly, and you knew how to adapt to any fight.

You were the daughter of heroes in the United States, but you never mentioned it. You didn't want anyone to look at you just because you were "the daughter of...", so you kept quiet, kept your pride, and continued to work hard in silence.

One day, your classmates from Class 1-A were gathered in the common room. There were Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Momo Yaoyorozu, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mezo Shoji, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Hanta Sero, Toru Hagakure, Rikido Sato, Minoru Mineta and Koji Koda. Everyone remained attentive to the television.

The screen showed a reporter with a frown, his deep voice conveying the tragedy.

Reporter: "Breaking news." He said. "Two renowned heroes in the United States have been murdered by an unidentified villain. The scene was devastating, and authorities have yet to release the full details... but what's most shocking is that the victims were the parents of a current U.A. student in Japan. Their daughter, according to international media, will continue the heroic legacy they left behind."

Everyone in the room fell silent. The name the reporter mentioned was yours. No one knew what to make of what they'd heard.

The door opened. You walked in sweating, your training uniform stained with dust. You walked calmly, set your things aside, and headed to the kitchen. You took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and drank it, not noticing the stares fixed on you.

Silence hung in the air, everyone processing the news while they thought about what to say or what to think about you.