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Chapter 1: Curry Drama
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"These chains may be broken, but I will never be free." --Morokei.

"What's your name?"

"Morokei."

"Are you attending the sports festival?"

"Yes, but I'll be under the severe watch of pro heroes."

"Geez, why were you with the league of villains?"

"I was sold off to them from the black market, " Morokei paused, "I was treated like the monster I am."

"Why were you treated like a monster?"

"Because I come from a tribe called the beast tribe, I'm the last one of my kind, that's what I've been told for a very long time."

"What was your kind?"

"We are called the Fanalis, you can tell we are these people because of our inhuman strength and enhanced senses, " The magenta-haired girl then got up from her seat.

"Where are you going?" the same students asked. "To the bathroom, or are you going to ask me more questions while I empty my blatter as well?" the students swarming her desk backed away as the girl left the classroom.

The students asking her these certain questions were, mostly from what they call the BakuSquad, whatever that meant.

Along with a certain grape head. But that didn't matter.

Morokei made her way to the bathroom. She had been given the uniform but refused to wear shoes. She told them that she wasn't used to it and would rather die. Well, it sounded like she said that. She walked away after been given the uniform and ditched the whole idea of wearing the monstrous thing that they called shoes.

In all honesty, all she cared about was the well being of the Nomu that saved her. Freed her from her chains. The shackles bounding her to the League of Villains.

"In my opinion, you should have been locked up." Morokei glanced up. The ash blonde scowled at her.

"A villain in UA? WHAT A JOKE!" Morokei kept an expressionless gaze. "Oh, it's you."

His face grew irritated and annoyed. "WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!" Morokei glanced over his shoulder. "You're blocking the way." Katsuki followed her gaze and looked behind him only to see that he was standing in front of the bathroom.

Turning back around towards the fanalis girl, he was met with empty space.

Morokei learned a new trick!

(Disappear! This allows the user to distract the target and escape without making a sound!)

It was super effective!

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!!?!"

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"You'll be staying with me for the time being, since I'm the only one who can stop your quirk long enough for you to go into the custody of the police." Morokei stayed silent as she nodded. The tired man raised a brow as the girl got onto her knees and bowed. "I sincerely thank you, how can I ever repay you?"

"By getting up and attending my class, " Morokei grew confused, glancing up at the male she only nodded and made her way toward the classroom.

Aizawa sighed and scratched his cheek tiredly, "I'm not paid enough to do this..."

"That's not a very humble thing to say, " he flinched and whipped his head towards the magenta-haired girl who appeared behind him. His quirk activated by accident.

His eyebrows rose, "Your quirkless?" he inquired.

She nodded and walked past him. "I'm a fanalis, I don't need an unnecessary power, " Aizawa watched the girl leave for the second time as she fully disappeared from his sight and into the classroom.

"This will be harder than I thought." his body still covered in bandages, he made his way to the classroom.

"Morokei-chan!" Morokei hummed and turned to who called her name, "Midoriya, " she recognised. "Is there something wrong?" she asked as the green haired boy jogged up to her, "What is your quirk? I'd like to take some notes about your quirk since no one knows it. If that is okay, I mean, you don't have to and I'm pretty sure it would be better if something were to happen for you to tell us what it is and maybe you were wanting to keep it a secret since the sports festival is in a couple of days, class B dropped by while you were in the bathroom, Kacchan was pretty upset about it and stormed off, oh gosh I'm rambling again---!"

Izuku was interrupted by the magenta-haired girl staring at him. Her round rare pink eyes staring through him as if he were a glass wall.

"There isn't anything to talk about, " she voiced, this caught everyone's attention. "What does that mean? Kero, " Tsyuu asked.

The girl made her way to her seat looking over the ash blonde male who glared at her. "It means that I don't have one." Izuku's eyes and Katsuki's eyes widened as did everyone else's although you couldn't tell with Toru.

"Then how did you stop All Might..." Katsuki seethed. "My strength, " everyone was once again surprised. Katsuki grabbed Morokei's collar roughly and picked her up off the ground. "Bullshit!!"

"KACCHAN!!"

"BAKUGOU!!"

Everyone screamed at the boy to put the magenta-haired girl down. If this girl could stop All Might's kick coming at her with most of his strength behind it, then, she could easily destroy all of them.

Morokei looked down at Katsuki with bored pink eyes. "I would advise you to let me go, " she retorted. "OR WHAT?! YOU GONNA PUNCH ME?!" Morokei thought about it for a second before wrapping her legs around the boy's arm causing the weight to be heavier and bring the male down. She quickly brought the boy in a choke hold making him freeze.

"One move and your neck breaks, " she said softly in his ear. The ash blonde male growled and relaxed out of spite.

He still had a sports festival to win, he couldn't afford to die yet.

"Mind you that I'm still considered a villain, I would kill a student."

Letting the boy go she made her way to her desk, her bare feet patting against the ground quietly.

"Everyone to their seats!"

Iida was just on time.

Morokei looked at her hand. I'm still worried about Nomu, he's no doubt dead because of Shigaraki...she sighed softly and pondered her gaze to the ash blonde who jutted his lip out in an ugly pout.

Childish.

Katsuki was angered by the thought of the magenta-haired girl, who does she think she is? Obviously better than him, better than everyone in the class. Katsuki couldn't help but feel some sort of respect toward the fanalis.

She had managed to switch their position so easily without even breaking a sweat.

He clicked his tongue softly and glanced over his shoulder at the girl who was staring at him with her beady pink eyes.

"What the hell..." he grumbled. Tearing his gaze away he still felt her gaze on the back of his head.

He regretted what he thought of the girl, he was gonna plummet her face in the concrete as soon as he gets stronger than her!

The class sighed, they were going to be the live action drama before their eyes.

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The bell rung, "Class dismissed, don't forget, even though you have to train for the sports festival, you can't fall behind in your studies." Midnight lectured. Morokei was confused by the pro heroes outfit.

"Mrs. Midnight, are you allowed to even be able to wear that? This is supposed to be a learning environment." Midnight was thrown off by the girl's question. Suddenly an arm hooked around Morokei's neck, "Let's go, Lunch is about to start."

"Bakugou, " Morokei voiced as she was dragged away by the taller teen. Midnight wrapped her arms under her breasts making them seem bigger, "Young love~, " she cooed.

Katsuki growled to himself as he forced the girl to sit down on a bench, he had dragged the girl up to the roof. "Wait here." he spat.

Morokei only nodded and watched the male storm away.

About five minutes have passed and Morokei sat completely still. She glanced down at her ankles, they were still bruised from the shackles that were once there.

"Morokei? What are you doing up here?" Looking up she made eye contact with red eyes, "Kirishima, " she mumbled. Recognizing the boy. "I'm waiting for Bakugou to come back, he told me to wait here."

Eijiro sighed, "I saw him grabbing some stuff from the lunchroom. Wanna have some?" he gestured for the girl to eat some of the food that he had brought along.

"I've been trained to go a long time without eating, " Eijiro laughed, "You've got a funny way of saying that you're not hungry!" Morokei looked at him confused.

"SHITTY HAIR!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE?!" The two teens looked at the entrance and saw the explosive blonde, he held two trays of food. Both of them with curry and on a tray with three bottles of hot sauce.

"Geez Bakugou, this is somewhere for everyone to go!" he complained, "and my hair isn't much different from yours!" Morokei grabbed one of the plates of Curry looking at it confused.

"What is this?" she questioned. The two males immediately stopped arguing.

"You don't know what/ fucking/ curry is?" the two males questioned.

"Is that what it is called?"

"You mean that you've never had it before?" Eijiro asked shocked.

Who hasn't heard of curry?

"I was rarely feed anything during my childhood, and up until now, it was always bread and soup. I've seen my previous masters eat rice and beans before, but I've never even seen them make this."

Katsuki snorted, "No wonder you're so short!" Morokei glared sharply at the boy who laughed his ass off.

"When you say 'Masters' did that mean whenever it involved the Black Market?" Katsuki glanced at the redhead teen next to him as he chowed down on the curry. Morokei followed after Katsuki and stuffed her face with the steaming hot curry only for her eyes to glimmer and widen.

Swallowing it quickly she ate up what was left and gulped down the glass of water next to her. "That was amazing!" she glanced at Katsuki's plate as the boy took another bite. He narrowed his eyes and ate the rest quickly before stacking his plate on top of Morokei's along with the thin tray.

"It does include the Black Market as I said before. As a child, all I have ever known was that my tribe and kind were very valuable and they were disappearing at a fast rate."

Katsuki glared at the empty plates of their lunches. "And the league of villains bought you for that reason?" Morokei nodded. "My chains may be gone, but I will never be truly free." she quotes.

Katsuki looked at the girl's bruised ankles, "How long have you worn those shackles?" he asked. His voice is still loud and rough but a little softer than before. "Ever since I turned 5. Of course, they differed from then, ever since Nomu shattered my chains, I've never worn them since."

Eijiro frowned, "We should back inside, the class will start here in a minute."

Morokei pondered for a second before standing up and grabbing both boys and the trays. Opening the door easily she rushed down the stairs and ran to the classroom dropping the boys off and placing the trays away in the cafeteria.

"We had some Curry drama, eh?" Eijiro questioned. Katsuki howled in anger and set off an expression to which caused to the boy to be restrained by Aizawa's capture scarf and quirk erasing Katsuki's along the lines.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!"