"You are not expelled, Midoriya, however, you, Tora, are expelled."

Those are the words...
that broke me.

Kacchan snickered. The rest looked shocked.

People assumed he was bluffing, but how come he expelled me and not Midoriya-kun?

I sighed, what did I expect. I was quirkless. The only reason I ever made it into Yuuei was because of the rescue points I got... I even destroyed a bot, somehow.

I glanced over at my childhood friend, seeing his expression; relieved. I felt an unbelievable anger surge through my body, coursing quickly down my veins.

I remember staring ahead as Aizawa-sense—not my sensei anymore, explains why.

"You have no potential. Midoriya has guts while you, you have nothing in the future that will ever make you a hero."

I stared in horror at the pro hero.

Why did I even want to be one?

I looked around at the shocked, relieved, and cocky faces around me. Kacchan sneers at me, teasing me.

"Why did you even try?" He asked.

I glared at the ground.
I tried to calm my breath, 'don't make a bigger fool out of yourself than you've already have. Maybe Midoriya still likes you—'

I whipped my head around looking in his direction. I remember staring in jealousy and anger as Ochaco hugged him, comforts him.

He's crying.
He's crying tears of fucking joy.

I felt the anger bubble up in me again.

I storm off, leaving through the gates of U.A..

While walking home—rather stomping.

When I walked through the alleyway, a bunch of people saw me.

"Why looky here? If i' ain't a cute gal."

"Why don't we have fun with 'er?"
They said.

While trying to take off my clothes, I remember the anger that suddenly stopped them. They all screamed, falling to the ground, holding their heads.

They looked at me like I was a monster. I stare in horror and wonder.

Was someone helping me?

Their screams got louder, but then it stopped.

It all stopped.

Once their heads exploded.
The blood was all over me and the wall.

I picked up my hands, looking at it.

D-did I do that?
I wondered.

I hear a giggle from the side, I turn to see a 15 year old girl, my age. She had ash blonde hair tyed into two messy bun-like pigtails on her head, she had a deranged look and intense yellow eyes that held nothing but insanity and amusement.

She looked like me...

Next to her, a man with black spiky hair and dull eyes, half of his body purple glared.

The girl held out her hand, and I felt like I was obligated to grab it...

and so I did.

I never regret doing that.

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that's how the girl narrating looks like