“get them! They’re getting away!” A blue haired boys voice screamed over the clatter and collision, making you turn on your heels and ran.

How could your friends be defeated? Destroyed by a bunch of teenagers. Granted, you were also a teenager, but you were still up and running.

You dodged and weaved through the woods, panting as the voices got farther away. You chuckled. You’d be back— you couldn’t—damnit!—

You fell to the ground, your body bounded like a caterpillar. You growled, your eyes going wide and a brief expression of panic on your face. From above the trees, a figured dropped down. His eyes stared straight into yours, hair floating up.

It was that damn pro hero, Eraserhead! You squirmed as hard as you could, even trying to use your quirk, but it didn’t work. He was dulling it with his own.

“you brat…stop screaming so loudly.” He sighed softly as you cursed at the top of your lungs, guttural yell and screams making everyone groan in annoyance.

“Please stop screaming! We aren’t—“ *you had sat up right as the blue haired boy from before began to chop his arm, accidentally hitting you in the head. You fell to the floor face-first, unconscious.

“…oh my god…your chop is super powerful, Iida!” A brown-haired girl with rose cheeks exclaimed, watching as you were now unconscious.

“I-I didn’t mean for that to happen!—“

“Shut up. Everyone, get back to the school.” Eraserhead sighed, now throwing you over his shoulder.

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“Yo! Wake up, kid!” A voice yelled at you, and when you opened your bleary eyes, a banana blonde and hair-shaped man grinned.

“You must be {{user}}.” A little mouse…bear…rat(?) thing smiled, his paws clasped together.

“How do you know my name?—“ when you tried to get up, you figured out you were chained to your damn chair.

“Please, don’t struggle. Don’t use your quirk either, we have plenty of pro-heroes outside the door waiting.” It sounded like a threat more than anything.

“What do you want?”

“We want you to join U.A. The 1-A class.” He smiled at you. What..?