clever as the devil and twice as pretty

"DO PEOPLE NOT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO BUT STARE?" muttered a bitter Ivette, strolling into her new school with her brother beside her. Lustful eyes were drawn to her — like the calling of prayers. They took in her angelic features, and a compulsion to fall onto their knees struck through them as the new girl drifted by, like a goddess passing through town, blessing the mere faithful humans with a meagre taste of her divinity.

Izuku laughed, sweat dropping at the irritation oozing off of her. "It's probably cause you're wearing the uniform incorrectly."

With her blazer tied around her waist, the top buttons of her blouse undone, her red tie hanging loosely around her neck, Ivette truly did warrant attention from the others. She was walking into school and defying their rules already, adding to her mystical beauty and intimidating aura.

"It's restricting," she said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

"̴̬̣̦̠̱̰͇͔̭̞̫̤͆̎͑̿̊̋̽̀̉̐́͂́̚͝Ẅ̵̰̥̮͓͑͐̆̎̕ḙ̵̢̛̖͓̠̬͔͚̿̀̈́̏͆̄͐̀̇ ̷̢͉͇̥͔̹̻͙̎ļ̴̛͎͍̙͕͎͔̭͓͉̞̏̉́̌̇́͗̑͒͆̊̕͝ơ̶̩̬̩̪͈̜͓̥̣̣̟̇̈́̔̆̈̓͐́̃͊̂͝ͅơ̶̧̛̺̖̼̮̣͈̭͕̰̣̻͛̌͗̒̾̽͋̌̉̕ḱ̶̨̡͍͕̜̟̳͍͚̱͙̬̱͚̣̏̒̌͛͋̒͝͠ ̴͔̦̹͈̻̗̦̠̰̔̒̂̈̈͘͘h̵̼̦͚̭̀͝o̷̯̳̠͌̏̄͛̈́͑́̉͠t̴͎̻͇̔̆̈́̿̚͠.̵̨̰̮̪̠͕̹̣̘̠̝͍̲̓̐̽̅̏̽͜͝"̶̢̗̦̞̜͙̌͛̈̈̂͒̈̒̔͝

Izuku only sighed.

Ivette couldn't help but do the same, what with the annoying pestering in her head.

They continued their way up the stairs, ignoring the whispers flowing them about the girl that allegedly defeated the monster made to kill the symbol of peace.

"This is it?" Ivette looked up at the ridiculously colossal door displaying their class number in red. Her brother nodded and slid the door open, revealing a regular classroom filled with familiar people, and Ivette had to force herself not to groan in displeasure.

"Ivette!" The cheery voice of her soulmate captured her attention, and Ivette turned to see Kirishima rising from his seat with a bright grin. Immediately, she perked up, attempting to leave her brother's side when multiple people stopped her.

"Ah! Midoriya-chan! How are you?!"

"It's great to see you!"

"I can't believe you're joining us! This is going to be amazing!"

"You were incredible back then!"

"How was your weekend?"

"How does your quirk work?!"

"̷̢̙̣͖̰̲̜̘͐̒́̂͑̋̀̐̕T̶̢̛̤̟͈͉̳̦̦̞̹̱͊̇̀̇̇̈́̇̓̈́̋̕h̴̦̼̫͚̜̙̋̒̄̑͊̋͋̒͋e̸̟̤͎̺̳̞͙̣͒̃̏̇̈́̎́̃͘͜͝ͅẏ̸̧̨̧̛͈͙͍̞̭̟̭̦̐̐͗̏̅̎̆̎͝'̸̧̛̝̤̗͕̗͎̖̝̲̞̭̝͛͒͗͛͊̇̀̈́̋̽̅͠r̶̢̡̧͍̲̖̜̫̯͌̂̏e̷̫̼͈̘̅͒̋͂ ̷̘̬̺͗̽̉̓͆̔́̈̀͒̅̑̈̕s̴͉̬̳̖̘̝̐̓̌̄͜͝ö̷̧̡̢̗̹̫̬̫͈̙̜̱̤̪̆̔͌ͅ ̴̛̱͓͎̲̬̹͓͔̰͌̆l̷͍͈̣̩̲̩̦̣͍͖̻̦̘̋̋̆̉̏̐͌ǫ̸̧͖̣̥͇̦̤̪͚͐͐̇̓̔͐̀ų̶̗̱̯͆̽̇̾̈́̈͌͛̇͛̒͝d̴̠̤̗̬̬̰̼̽̅̇̉.̷̢̣͔͒͊́̿͂̉͘ ̶̗͓̻̱̣̘̞͕̙̼͍̤̬͕̂̀̿̈́̀͘D̴̹̠̦̹͉̋̑͊͛̍̉͛̚͝o̵͔̝̐̄̋̀͘ ̵̳̆̒͂̃͋̀́̅͆͘̕͜ͅç̴̢̡̺͈̯͇̬͕̺̜͉̞͈͋̀̃͜͝h̵͕̯͍̝̜̼̤͈̝̙̭͔͊̅̄̓̄̂́̄̔ͅỉ̶͖̤̝̹̘͎͍͔̾̏͒̈́̃͝l̴̢̛̛͉̳̼̤̞̹̪̃ͅd̵̛̼̣͒̀͒͗̂̊̿̎̔͂̌͘͝͝r̶̦͝ě̷̡͍̯̹̫̳̥̞̬̱̂̈́͊̚͜ͅn̶̲̩͕̾̈́̽͠͠ ̸̡̲̙͌̄͛̀͂̄̈́̕ͅc̷̨̤͓̏̚ö̷̹̒̏̓̒̀́̍́͊͛͗̄̚͝m̸̜͇̙̝̗͕͉͓͇̣͍̏̒̊̀ͅë̷̢̡̨͈̥̞̰̘̯̲̗̟̙́̑͌̚͜͝ ̵̛͙͙̦͈͉̭͚̀̀̒̊̀̿ẅ̷̡͓̗̩͔̝͍̭̻́̑̌ȋ̷̖͎̖̫̰̤̤̥̑̈́̓̔̐̋̃̀̋͘t̴̜͂̋̊͆̓̆ḧ̵̡̧̰̯̲̮̞̗͎̊̕ ̵̧̺̝̜̜̙̫͍̙̪̿̎̅̒̌́̉̽̕̚͝ȧ̵̘͚̪͛͗̀̿̕͜ ̸̡̨̙̙̹̲̹̬̲̦͔̼̖̳̔͌͗̆̇͆̂̚͜m̶͖͕͇̿̓ṵ̴̩͉̭̠̈́̂͗̅̎̐͋̾́̃̂͠͠ẗ̵̝͕̬̝̣̙̟̪̹̽̅͂̓̃̍̕̕̕ͅe̶̡͉͌̉ ̸̨̢͕̗̯̬̝̫̝̮̞͗̐͊̆́̔͗̅̎̆͘̚͠͠b̷̛̩͙̜̘̳͖͍̟̦̫̐̾͛̐̆ủ̵̧̙͔̖̱̳͉͕̎̋̔̿̎t̸̨̢̥̥͍̤̟̙͕͇̎̌̍̑̍͒̔͂͝ṫ̵̛̗͕̝͇̹̜̪̘̲͙̘̾̀̒̏͂̆̆̊́͝ơ̵̗̳͙̆̈́̊͑́͐̈̔̌̕͝͝n̴̬͖̈́͑͗̿͂͂͐̍̓͒̀̂̑̕?̸̨̻͚̈́̂"̷̢̲̭̯̘̜̾̃̔̌̅̈́̔

Ivette's eyebrow twitched in irritation; an irk mark present on her temple. Her emotions flowed through her veins, triggering her quirk, and faint green wisps entangled themselves around her fingers.

Bakugo spotted the action, feeling her emotions through their slowly strengthening bond. "Oi, extras! You're bothering her!" He pushed his way through the group, grabbing his soulmate and dragging her over to his desk. Kirishima turned to his friends, telling them to dial it down, and they complied, realising they were suffocating her with questions.

"Thanks," she muttered.

Bakugo only grunted.

The entity in Ivette's mind relaxed, pleased that the blond was good for something. He did not want his dear Ivette to be burdened by the words of her vexatious, overly exuberant classmates. If it was up to him, he'd come forth and shut their mouths.

Her red-haired soulmate made his way over to them, lips spread broadly. "Kirishima," Ivette greeted gently, stepping into his awaiting arms. A content sigh escaped her lips as arms enveloped her in a warm embrace.

"How's the school so far?"

"People can't seem to mind their own business," she muttered bitterly, referring to the constant stares, whispers and questions following her wherever they went. Kirishima only laughed, pulling away to direct her to her seat in between Todoroki and Yaoyorozu.

Ivette politely greeted the dark-haired girl, turning to her other soulmate and smiling warmly at him. Todoroki returned the soft look, lips curling up slightly.

Ever since that weekend at Bakugo's, the four got close to each other. Once Ivette accepted the bond, they fell into a steady rhythm, slowly strengthening their bond day by day.

"I trust all is well?" asked Yaoyorozu.

Ivette nodded.

"Okay, settle down." Aizawa walked into his class, looking as dead as ever, body bandaged up from head to toe. "Today, we'll..."

Leaning her head against the table, Ivette tuned out the world, closing her eyes and stepping into the minds of the other students. She knew it was a violation of privacy, but she was just as nosy as her brother — if not worse. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to know a bit about her classmates (in truth, she learnt everything there was to know about them by stepping into their memories).

A faint, barely noticeable, glow surrounded her.

Yuga Aoyama—

His past flooded Ivette's mind, and she tensed in her seat, straightening her back.

"̸̡̩̬̙̠̖̖͌̇̓̊̃͐̎͐̉̇̌͘ͅͅǪ̶̡̛̼̼̮̺̫̟͎͍̹̟͖̾̓͊̋̌͒ẖ̸̛̹̮̖̬͈̦̠͖͓͍̠͓͆̅̐͂̃͛̈́̍͐͌̓̑͒̀̚͝,̵̨̧̨̙̼͓̀̾͌́͆̋̽̅̚͘͝ ̸̛̳̟͈̠͖̖̙͉̲͎̯͚̇̈͗̀͗̒̇̂̈́̑̈́̾͂͋̿̄̈̕͜ͅh̶̡̟̦͔́́̄̀̍̄͘͝o̸̧̜̗͇̠̪͉͖̦̣̟̫̟̣͙͍̣͌͒̈́́̈́̍͒̕͜w̴̼̹̤̞̳̞̝͖̓͜ ̴̢̛̝͇̤̪̗͉͎͎̪̘̭̙̥̻̙̜͍̺͚̑̈̈̍͐̈́̆͒̐̈́͐̚͘̕̚͝͠͝ĩ̵̛̯̹̞͓͑͌̎͐̈́̽̒n̵̡̺͎̽̓̑͂̋͗́͛̑͜t̵͉̺͇̬͎̞̔̈́̈̉̔̄̀͂̆̈̆́̔̃ḙ̶̡̛̘̙̥͗̓̌̿̔̅̊̔̎͑̊̈́́͌̋ŗ̴͍̣̲̩̲̪̤͇̌͐̉͌͊̑̾̀̓̈́ë̵̟͙̥͍̦̤̞́͑̒̊͋̀s̶̢̜͓̘̞͎̃͆̇̀̓́̀͝t̵̡̫͎̫̬͕̫̮̯̬̪͎͕̑̀̾̍̀̄͒̈̽̎̓̇̿̑̑̈́ͅį̴̨̳̲͉̯̠̭̙̤̩̰͕̮̙̜̗̝̼̪͌̽̈́̔̀͌̿̄̓̀̔͋̔̾̎̍̕ͅn̴̡̊̍̓́̽̾̚̚ģ̷̣͉̗͙̗̳̑̉͂̀̆̓͐͛̃̽͊̆̉̃͒̇̂͆̕͘͝.̵̛̭̱̩̖̫̬͇̮̻̺̲̝̞̹̊͐͗͂͌́̿̕̕"̵̢̰͕͚̱̮͈̈́̽̑̔̔̍̇̔̀̈́̓͑́͗͆̍̕

He's affiliated with villains. As Ivette searched through more of his memories, her lips were pulled into a frown. How pitiful. He's another victim of this society.

"̴̨̢̹͔̳̟̘̻̺̬̹͉̰̥͔̝̖͇͛̋̊̎̓̋͗̀̓̇̈̍͆̿̓̀̈́̽͌̐̏͜W̴̬̥̬̮̥͙͎̐̅͝ͅi̷̢͍̳̼̻̹͙͉̗̣̟̘̯̱̠̜̽̒̍̏̍̈́̀͋̐͋͝ͅl̷͚̠̉͛̉̒͊̂̔́̽̄̑̐̒͗̀͗̏̾̂̇́͠ļ̸̛̻͈͓̰͕͓̩̳͉͙̹͔̗̟̐̿̇̆͐̽̇̾̊̐̔̍͑̎͌̿͘͠ͅ ̸̯͙̚y̵̳͑̓̔̈̾̏͘o̵̠̯͎̫̥̺͔͈̭̲̳̘̫̾̆͗̓̕u̴̧̫̺̮͗͒̍͂̆̀͊̔̉̾͒͂̆̋̐̊̈́͒̃͘͠͝ ̵̛͉̩̼̞̻̖̲̱̪̖͇͖̥͖̰͓͈̳̬̦̞̺̮̊̀̇͒̔͆̉̿t̴̺̱͇̱̱̦͖̆̓̎͘͜e̸̜̟̪̓̆̓̀̃͛̎̈́̿̓̃̈́̊̋̕ĺ̸̨̢̗͉͕͇̩͈̤̞̗͋̽̐̉̔̍͂͂̋̐̃̒̑ͅl̶̥̫̘̥̘̬̦̫͈̼̱͂̑͂̉̈́́͠ͅ ̴̨̢̧̻̰̦̳͕̱̺̥̘̹͕̆̋̓͌͐̿̃̋͋͊̈́̍̔̋̇̓̃̚͜͝͝ǎ̵̤̺͚̥̺̗̠̹̘̈́̏̾̂͋̈́̿̄̋̇̄̈́͌̒͆̊̀̀̕͜͝ń̴̡̨̛̳͍̰̩̺̣͕̏͌͗̑̎͌͋̐̀̄̃̾̉͗̽̒̾͐̃̕͝y̸̢͚͈̝̮̯͘o̵̺͉̺̤̮̘̫̰̫̪͓͙̬͈͂̌̚n̵̪̭̱̘̯̲̰͐̎̄̀̆̀͊̊̀͒̈̂̈͝͝ͅẻ̷̡̗̩̞̖̳̜̠̻͂̐̈́͗̓͑͐̏̄̈ͅ?̵̛̳̉̄̑̏̊̾̐̈́̍͆̐̇͌͝͝"̸̢̭̣͖͎̯̼̠̞̠͈͓̟̳̣͈̠̫̩͂̈́͑͌͆̇͛́̅́̈́͜͜ͅ

No, not just yet. Let's see what happens.

Her gaze shifted to the next student, keeping a mental note to watch over Aoyama.

In the seat behind him was Mina Ashido, one of Kirishima's old friends. Ivette knew she was the reason he grew into his 'manly' personality. True to her outward nature, Ashido was an easygoing girl, always smiling and welcoming everyone cheerfully. She had a suitable personality for a hero; the vibe she gave off seemed to soothe everyone's anxiousness, though she tended to be an airhead at times.

She sucks at maths, Ivette mused, seeing the countless memories of her crying over the subject. Guess we'll have to help her out there. And with her self-esteem. Blurry memories of the pink girl crying in front of the mirror because of her bullies washed into Ivette's mind. With the exception of her studies, Mina enjoyed the hero school, especially since everyone was so accepting. Ivette had a feeling that she would become a fine hero in the future.

Tsuyu Asui. An aloof and blunt person. Memories of her childhood flooded Ivette's brain, and she watched her take care of her younger siblings, growing up into a mature and levelheaded girl. She's like an emotional support pillar. Her loyalty and honesty was a good quality to have. She'll be a good hero, too.

Moving on, Ivette turned to her twin's best friend; at least, she assumed he was his best friend. Tenya Iida, an honest, earnest and sophisticated boy. The class representative. He's...okay, Ivette thought, looking through his memories. Blunt, overbearing at times, but okay.

Izuku's soulmate, on the other hand. Now, that was a sad story. She was a warm and bubbly child, but that stemmed from her challenging childhood. Coming from a poor household, Uraraka's pursuit of heroism was to provide a comfortable life for her parents. While it was admirable, something about it didn't sit well with Ivette. Had Ivette not been able to see into her thoughts, her true genuine interest in saving people, Ivette was sure to have despised the brunette.

Izuku's lucky, she thought, her eyes racking up and down figure. Though, I think I'm the blessed one. She glanced over at her aloof soulmate, already knowing his history — she had checked when she first met him.

Number two hero, my ass.

Returning to her peers, Ivette turned to Mashirao Ojiro. His tail interested her. I wonder if it wags when he's excited. Her eyes lit up at the idea, images of the scene conjuring into her mind. Looking through his memories and thoughts, Ivette knew he was insecure about his plainness. A shame, she thought. There's nothing plain with a tail like that.

Denki Kaminari, another one of Kirishima and Bakugo's friend (even if the blonde wouldn't admit it). A cheerful and casual individual who was in no way academically smart. She was glad to see the friendship between him and her soulmates, his personality tying them all together. Though, she could see his insecurities in using his quirk. How sad, she thought, following the boy's memories, seeing him isolate himself from his peers because of the lack of control over his quirk. I'm glad he found friends here.

Her soulmates were more than capable of handling a few shocks of electricity.

A smile curled at her lips, watching Kirishima adoringly. His smile never failed to brighten her day.

"̷̛̺̀̈́͆̑̄̈́͝M̸̢̢͕͓̗̜͓̹̥͓̞̦̘̖̙̐̑͛͂̽̈́̊̀̚o̸̗̗̺͉̞̲̬̬͌̈́̌̾̿͐̈́͌̒̆̏̎̂̽͘̚͝͝ͅv̴̢̨̛͓̫̟̦͓͔͔̪̘͓̩̥͈̱̮̣͔̳̋͋̓̑̂͒ǐ̸̡͎̺͓̰̥̔̎̀͌́̒̈͌̄̎͐͂̑̄̓̒̀͛̉́͛̚n̷̢͓͙̠͍̱̻̞̲̫͈͔̯̠͚̤̙͖̮͕̤̗̝̓͆̊͋̌͘g̷̡̛̼̲͇̘͓͍̲̑̀̊̆̆͆̀̔͆̿̽̉̄̍͑̃̀̓̚̚̚͠ ̵̧̡̛̠̞̼̗̟̫͛̄͆̌̊̄̎͌̒̋̑̉̈́̅͂͘͘͝ͅơ̸̢̛͙̦͉̻̦̖̝̻̰̩̤͍̱̞̄̂̄̾̀̐̍́͋͗̕͝͝ņ̵̹̜̭͚̙̙͙̣̩̥̗͓̮̭̳͚̜̗̲̓̈́̂͛̒̎͋̇̾̄̚͝ͅ.̷̧̛̫̫̝̘̟̼͖̱̹͍̩͇̭͔̳̽̐̎̂͛͐̏̾́́̇̉́̀́̚̚̚͜͝͝"̵̨̧̻̤̼̰̻̫̫̟̮͇̈́͐̍͜ͅ

Ivette rolled her eyes and looked behind Kirishima, gaze trained onto the shy Koda. Kind-hearted and generous, Koji was a contradiction to his powerful and brutish appearance. He prefered to talk to his animals. Ivette could see how he wished he wasn't shy. He saw how his classmates grew close, and he wanted to be part of that.

Great. Another person to teach social skills to.

Behind him was Rikido Sato, a muscular teen with spiked brown hair. A sweets quirk, she hummed. He must make good confections. Ivette could see he had a relatively happy childhood, living in a comfortable household with multiple younger siblings. His only insecurity was how his cognitive functions gradually dropped when converting sugar into strength.

In the first seat of the third row was Mezo Shoji. Despite his appearance, he was a friendly and gentle person, willing to risk his life for anyone. His hometown was prejudiced against those whose bodies were altered outwardly by their quirks, and Ivette frowned at the memory of a young girl crying upon seeing Mezo's face.

She opened her eyes, analysing the guy.

I don't see anything wrong with him. She furrowed her brows in confusion. What a wuss, she thought, referring to the girl.

Behind the male sat Kyoka Jiro.

Now, she's fine, she whistled mentally.

With her teasing and hard to unnerve personality, Jiro would've been someone Ivette was attracted to. She gave off a cold and indifferent attitude; though, Ivette could see the empathy shining within her. Somewhat knowledgable of the other students' problems, Jiro felt like she had no one to talk to about her family drama. She saw herself as a failure for drifting off her parents' dreams.

The dark-haired girl adored music, yes, but she wanted to be a hero instead.

I don't see why she can't be both, thought Ivette, making a mental note to relay her queries to the girl when they got closer.

Behind her sat Hanata Sero. A smirk tugged at her lips as she dove into his memories. Oh, we're going to be best friends. Multiple visions of him doing not so legal things flushed into her brain. Sero was a friendly and outgoing person, though he did feel weaker compared to his classmates. In the group they had, dubbed as the Bakusquad, Sero felt invisible.

"̶̢̭̰͇̊̀͋̾̀̒͆͐́͂̂͗̍͐̈́͘̕̕̚Ẅ̷̡̗̭̮̳̘̓̂͗̽̾̇̓̈̂́̈̓̂́͌͠h̶̨̺̱̦̖̲̗̦͕͎̏̉ͅạ̴̡͍̹̟̐̅̈́̈́̈́̃̾ţ̵̭̘̮̼̥̜̣̗͕͐̊̃͒͐̌͂͋͐̓͘͜͝ ̵̯̬̽͑̒̐͐̀͂̌́̋͛̐i̷̡̘̮͕͚̼̪̬͚̥̓͛͌́̿̽̾̋̈́͑̃̽̄́̒̏͒́͘̕͝͠s̷̨̛̰͍͓̼̺͔͎̳̯̐̐͆́̋̎̈̂̆̄͌̒̋͊̈́̚͝͝͠͝ ̴̛̛͔̯̫͖̙̱̼͓̜̙́́͋̂̑̀̿̈̀̔̂́̋̕̚͜ẁ̷̧̢̮͔̬̖͕̰͕̮̥̹̝̼̝̤̰̫̬̼̦͙͆̈̄͆͐́̂̀̏̍̓̇̌̇̄͊̇͂͠͝i̶̧̧̧̟̖̰͉̱̞̤͔͙͙̹͍͈̼̹̥̪̙̘̻̩͘̚̕ẗ̵̡͇͓͎͎̣́̀̄̓̀̚ḧ̶̜̣̰͈̱͋̑̑̀̊́̃̂͑̿̌̅̈́̄̔̍̄͐̄̚͘͠͝ ̵̖̽͐̀̔̑͒̽̒̊p̷̨̡̗̮̜͇̮̺̩̬̰͎͖͋̑͐͗̏̌̈́̂̈͆e̵̼̗̼̱̜̣͔̹͕͉͌͆͠o̸̯̝̯͒p̶̡̛̭̼̺͎̠͔̬͈̝̯̺̰̬̗͆̄͗̍̆̌͆̈̈̃̐͌͘͝l̸̛̬̮̺̠̪͖̤͉̬͕̞͇͖̝̹̦̙̓͒͑̀̀͛̈́̇̓́͑̓͒͆̉̅̏̚͜͜͠͝ē̴̡̡̳̻͙̹̞̝͙̲̮̦̮͍̪̱̜̿́̎̈́̎̓̂̔͌͌͐̅̋̅̓͂̌̂̄̕͜͝ ̵̧̡̛̬̦̤̟͙͔͍̝͕̪̪͖̪̜͙̱̦̹͋̓̿͂͋̑̔͐͊͊̌̈̑͑͌̏͜͠ͅͅǎ̴̢̧̺̯͇̣͙̭̖̦̭͓̯̥̟̥̻͔̝̞̬̳͎̲̂̀̒̔̔͌̾̎̆̔̑̎̚͝͠͝n̸̢̨̛̹̠̘̙͉̲̠͔̙̭̱͆͗͂͒̽́͗͊͋͆͆̀̽̅̂̾͜͠͝d̸͓͚̻̟̲̮̱̱̲͖̤́́͌͛͊̎̀̀̔͛̊̕̕̚̚͝ ̸̨̨̢̛̛̜̖̤̣͕̜̟̥̆̑̂̋̓̏̔̔̈͐̓̿̅͂̉͑̾̄̿̐̚͘b̵̫̱̤̩̹̬͖̝̭͔̭̝͍͍̣̅͑̚͜ͅȩ̸̢̫̲̗̲͖̘̓̈́͂̆́͜͜͠ͅͅi̵̡̢̢̻̮̞̣͖͔̲̼̳̳̬͇̭̰͛̐̏̾̂̈́͐̊̈́̀͒̈̉̌̆͌̆̂̿̈́͘͝͝͠n̴̢̛͖͔͍̮̺͔͋̇́̉̋̀̂̇̊̅͛̀̿̾̈́̾̍́̕͝͠͝g̷̩̤̼͔̺͎̩͙̥̱̖̎̂̈́͑̅̉̈́̕͘͝ ̶̨̨̻̩̗͍͍̹̻̭̥̳͓̱͎̣̙͈͈͇͎̝̍͑̿͛̇̈́̔́̅̓̈́͜ͅs̸̢̢̛̼̠̰͎̹̺̦͍͚̲͇̯̲̥̓͐̓̋̒̂̾̿̓͑̋͑̈́̃̽̿̽̈́̎̕̚͝͝ǫ̵̱̱̥̳̙͍̮͇̟͂͊̄̃̀̽̽̌̀̀̌̽̾͑̉̐̆̄͒̈̓͆̕͜ͅ ̵̡̛̤̓̈́̆̓͛̈̈́͂̍́̈́̿́́͋́͝i̸̧̠̰͚̩̟̜̫̗̱̠̝̟͗͐n̷̢̛̘̪͈̦̪͉̬̪̘̼̝̍̎͊̓̈́͐͊́́̉̆̓̓̐͋͒̃̚̚͝͝s̴̡͔͙̖̮͔͉͙̪̙͐̌̄̏͒̅̊̉̈͘ͅȩ̶̛̮̬̮̞͍̜̮̬͕̳̟͇͙̣̥̙̍̉͂̈̐̀̀̌͌́̽̓̎̕̚͝ͅc̴̭̹͎̟͉̗̱̜̥̤̔͑̑̈́̓̀̄̓u̶̳̭̖̤͍̘̪̫͍̙̪͉͌̃̒̂̈́́͗̈́͝ͅr̴̘̦͚̩̲̘̘̺͚̘̳͇̤͎̜̂̆͛́͒̓́̍͆̽́̆̄̈́̚̚͜͝͝͝ͅĕ̷̢̢̛̩͍͖̻̭̳̝͈̜̼͚̼̳̱͉͍͖͕̀̅̆̊̽̾̌͐̾̈̐͂̽̀̾̌̋̾͘̕̚ͅ?̶̛͚̯͑͛̉̈́͛̈̅̊̉́̕"̵̣̰͕͚̻͕͕̈́̐̾̎̆͛̋̅̿̀͒̓́̔͘̕͝͝͝

Ivette rolled her eyes. She knew how much the others adored him, especially his soulmate, Mina Ashido. Here's another person we gotta teach.

In seat number 14 was Fumikage Tokoyami, a reserved, serious and somewhat valiant guy. Creature of the dark? How emo. She laughed mentally. He was fond of the darkness, yet he was scared his quirk, Dark Shadow, would be too much for him to control, and he would go berserk. More training will help with that.

Behind him was her soulmate, who she knew suffered a terrible childhood. Ivette was going to dedicate time to show the boy that he was not like his sorry excuse of a father at all.

Shoto Todoroki was going to be his own hero, a better hero.

Toru Hagakure was similar to Ashido in terms of her attitude towards others. Her invisibility caused her to have many insecurities, but she used her personality as a way of being shown — something that insecured the other quiet ones in the class.

Behind her was Bakugo, who she practically knew like the back of her hand. Same to Izuku, her beloved twin.

However, behind Izuku was Minoru Mineta, a piece of shit. His mind was filled with lewd thoughts, and the reason for his desire for heroism was popularity — a disgrace. Ivette's face morphed into a scowl. He was smart, but his perverted attitude drove people away. How did he even end up in this class?

Finally, sat beside her was Momo Yaoyoruzu, a prudent and delicate individual with great potential to be a hero. She was a great leader, able to be level-headed and calm in dangerous situations. Yaoyoruzu was born into a famous hero family, gaining a powerful quirk as a result. However, she was quite lonely growing up, unable to interact with children her age due to her parents' vigorous training.

How sad, thought Ivette, unaware that her piercing gaze unnerved the dark-haired girl beside her. She's gorgeous, too. Her eyes trailed over her figure, taking in the way her body curved and filled out in just the right places. Her soulmate sure is lucky.

"Are you okay?" asked Todoroki, snapping her out of her ruminations. She could feel the unease seeping into the bond as well as jealousy and irritation.

Whoops.

Ivette forgot to block out her emotions.

She sat up, clearing her throat. "Yeah."

Bakugo turned in his seat, shooting her a glare, a fire blazing his crimson eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He was the only one out of the three that knew of her bisexuality.

Homeroom had ended, and Present Mic stepped inside, beginning their first lesson of the day. The teacher's voice irritated her to no end, and she rolled her eyes, biting back a groan.

"I want to drop out."

Todoroki shot her a weird look, fingers clutched around his pen, scribbling down English notes. "You've only been here for twenty minutes."

"Exactly. Too fucking long."

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"They're all staring," muttered Mina, leaning closer to the table the group sat around. Once the lessons ended for the morning, Kirishima dragged her to their usual table at the cafeteria, forcing Ivette to sit with them. Todoroki and Bakugo were also coerced to sit with them, unable to say no to the puppy-dog face Kirishima pulled.

"It's cause Midoirya's here."

"They can stare all they want," she said, taking a bite into the rice she bought from Lunch Rush. "I don't care."

Katsuki was right, she mused. The food really is good here.

"Say–" Kaminari, who sat diagonal to her, on the left side of her redheaded soulmate, turned to her–"what made you decide to join?"

Ivette shrugged, not verbally answering his question. She didn't need to explain shit to anyone. Her soulmates could feel that through their developing bond, and Kirishima rolled his eyes.

"She's trying it out for a month," he answered for her.

Ivette narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything, continuing to eat her food and ignore everyone else's existence. For the remainder of lunch, Ivette kept to herself. She scanned the cafeteria, eyes flashing every now and then when they landed on someone she thought to be interesting, their memories filling her mind.

A sigh slipped past her lips.

Everyone here is so lame.

"When do we start training?" she asked the blond beside her.

"In the afternoon," Bakugo replied.

Ivette groaned, face planting onto the table. "How fucking boring."

"Maybe if you actually took part in lessons and in our conversations, you'd feel less bored." She ignored him, turning her head stubbornly.

She really wanted to drop out.