(Art Not mine, and I'm SUPER sorry for writing that many paragraphs anymore, I'll write more from now on! And just in case anyone wanted to know, when Thorn gets to U.A., she is in her 'human' form, wearing the males uniform, with the blazer's top bit around Thorn's neck turned into the hood part of a hoodie, and has the blue bandana tied around her eyes with her worn black and white high-top Vans) Previously....

"Welp. Heroes and U.A., here I come." 

_______Thorn's POV_____(Currently in skeleton form)

And I sat there. With the world's and AU's most disgusted face ever. I, Thorn, a killer, earned a spot in U.A. High, in the hero course, IN CLASS 1-A. Most would be jumping with joy, but I wanted to decline and trade spots with someone in the Support Course. "GODDANGIT, WHY?!" I shouted into the barren house, stabbing my SOUL knives into the old wooden floor over and over again from anger and disappointment. "Thorn, think of it like this; You can prank every single one of them without feeling any regret." HATE suddenly appeared next to me, in all its goopy glory, rubbing one of its many tentacles in circles on my spine in a comforting tone and speaking in the goop (?). HATE does this when its just them and I, alone, so this was surprising.

"Heh, guess I'm like Bakugou when he won the match with Todoroki, complaining about everything handed to me." I panted, from the loss of SOUL energy and anger rush. "YOU, ARE NOTHING, AND I MEAN, NOTHING, LIKE THAT BEACH WHO ONLY CARES FOR HIMSELF. UNDERSTAND?" HATE screamed. If you couldn't tell, Bakugou is HATE's least favorite character from the anime, and I could tell why. They weren't that different. I nodded, understanding what HATE was trying to tell me through oh-so-comforting-words. "Well, we still gotta get school supplies, and plus, I need to do something else." I smirked. HATE returned to my headspace. 'Why do I feel something other than HATE right now?' It questioned. 

"Remember how I got a name for myself here? As Unknown? And plus, I needed a taste of fighting someone, that just happened to be minor villains." I said. 'Yeah, I do.' It said slowly. 'Wait, are you gonna let yourself get caught??' I nodded, confirming HATE's theory. "Yes, because it's going to be difficult to go to U.A., eat, sleep, study, and take down small villains, even though I am a villain myself, don't you agree?" 'I see now. I thought that you were gonna look like Fresh and shout," HEY HEROES! PLEASE COME AND DRAG MY RAD TO SCHOOL!" or something.' I smiled. "That's something I would do? Pffff. You have the wrong Thorn." 

'Are we gonna get the supplies and food or what?' HATE asked. "Oh, right! Let's go!" I kicked open the door, thankful that this house was far from people, and walked to the nearest convince store I could find, looking a lot like one of the Villain Mob members, Scoundrel Sans, minus the baseball bat. (He doesn't belong to me) And instead of purple, I replaced it with a faded white.

I got things that were pretty normal. Milk, eggs, y'know, the usual stuff. After I bought the groceries and school stuff, I walked back home, just using my telekinesis to make the heavy bags float because I'm lazy and tired while ignoring the stares I got from people (REMEMBER- Thorn's magic is BLACK, her SOUL is dark RED with HATE, making all of Thorn's magic BLACK except for SOUL knives). 

'Finally.' I thought, arriving at my 'home.' Shoving the door open, I made all the bags float to either the 'kitchen' or my 'bedroom'. Pushing the door to my 'bedroom.' Really, the bedroom was the only room I found that didn't have a window in it, so I claimed it. There wasn't really decorations, just an old wooden bookshelf with dusty books, a wooden cobweb covered bed frame with a worn mattress, and a wooden desk that had a small, nearly dead lamp near it along with pencils and a dirty stack notebook of paper. 

Collapsing on the squeaky mattress, I pulled my monster phone, trying to call anyone I had saved in my contacts. Legit anyone, I was willing to call....INK just to get out of here. No one picked up. 'Mom and Dad are probably crazy worried about me. If only I hadn't gone through the portal. This is all my fault.' I sighed, pulling off the bright blue bandana, a change of color against the 50 shades of brown. Setting my phone down on the desk, I felt myself dust back into skeleton me. "G'night HATE." I said sleepily. 'Good night.' 

*Tem Skip to da next morning (temmie- tem need money to go to colleg)*

I woke up, only to meet the cold vinyl floor instead of the not-as-cold-mattress. Grumbling, I got up, cringing when I heard my spine crack. I stumbled down the stairs, making the breakfast for champions! A......*drumroll please*..........piece of toast. 'No butter? Wow, you're a funking monster.' " I know HATE. Here's your piece." If I could see HATE's head, it would've snapped up. 'I can't eat though.' HATE replied slowly and sadly. "Then get your non-existent rad out of my head so I can give you food." Came my reply. "Your wish is my command, unfortunately. Now, GIMME MY FOOD!" I swear, HATE probably got stars in its eyes if I could see them. And so I gave it a piece of buttered toast. 

*After finishing breakfast and all the other stuff  like that cuz Author-Chan is lazy*

(She is in her 'human' form, so she doesn't creep people out with a living, breathing skeleton even though it doesn't look that bad) 

"Jeez. That took way longer than I hoped for. Oh well." I pulled one of my backpack's straps over my shoulder, pushing the door open and teleporting to the gates of U.A. I craned my neck to view the large building.

"This feels weird to not wear dusty clothes." I muttered to myself, holding my backpack's straps close to me. 'Maybe it's because you don't funking clean your clothes after a kill.' "Eh. It's not my fault that I'm too lazy." I retorted. I walked into the building, hands in pant pockets, and continued to converse with HATE. 'You dumbrad, you're gonna be late if you stop walking.' I shrugged my shoulders and gave the 'oh, I didn't know that' face. "Yeah, yeah." 'Do you even remember which class you're in?' "Yeah." I replied, walking to....1-A. 

When I arrived, I gawked at the door. "I forgot about this. Iida and Bakugou are probably arguing about desks right now." Quickly breathing, I pushed open the door, and just like I predicted, "Why are you putting your feet up on the desk? Don't you think that's rude to U.A. upperclassmen and people who made the desk?" Iida questioned Bakugou. 'Ah, yes. Lovely Class 1-A.'

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