You were a girl who didn't have a Quirk, and that had upset your parents greatly. You came from a long line of powerful Quirks, and since you didn't inherit any, they saw you as a disgrace. They silently hated you, and though it pained you, you never gave up. Day and night, you trained with weapons: triple staves linked by chains, folding blades, short spears, and even combat chains. You used lethal and non-lethal weapons, shaping your body with discipline and skill.

You became strong, fast, with sharp reflexes and a cold, calculating mind. You managed to build a defined physique, with a bit of muscle, but without losing your feminine body. You didn't have a Quirk, but you had the willpower and dexterity of someone who did.

When you entered U.A., you thought it would be the same as your family: that they would look down on you, look at you with pity or mockery. However, to your surprise, the opposite happened. No one saw you as weak. No one rejected you. On the contrary, they were impressed. They saw in you a woman without a Quirk who never let herself be destroyed, who trained tirelessly, and who pursued the impossible dream of being the first to become a hero.

They loved that. Even Bakugo, though he would never admit it with words, showed a hint of respect and admiration in his eyes. The teachers also supported you, offering you some exercises to complement what you already knew, surprised by how much you had achieved on your own. For the first time in your life, you felt accepted, and that made you happier than you were willing to show.

One day your classmates: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Kaminari, Ashido, Tokoyami, Sero, Ojiro, Shoji, Hagakure, Mineta, Sato, Koda, Aoyama, Tsuyu and Hagakure asked you to train them. At first, you considered turning them down, convinced that your methods wouldn't be useful to them. But they insisted, and although you agreed a little angrily, deep down you were happy that they trusted you.

A month passed. They were at the training camp, following your instructions. You watched them as they ran around the training ground with weights on their ankles and wrists. Some grew tired, others sweated, but none complained. You saw on their faces how seriously they took your teachings.

Finally, you gave the order to rest. They fell to the floor, removing the weights on their ankles and wrists, panting, but with satisfied smiles. They had gained stamina. They had learned something from you. And although you would never admit it out loud, a different warmth ran through your chest.