First day-

Today was, in my own eyes, the most eventful day of my life. I could spend it outside of those crummy hospitals, nor have to think about those hospitals for a whole school year! And maybe more, if this year goes well.

My alarm rang, announcing the begininng of this very important day.

I leaped up onto my bed, pulling the sheet and covers down and discarding them beside my bed frame.

I jumped off my bed, my bare feet smacking the cold wooden floor.

I reached over to my desk and pulled the clothes that I had set aside that night off of it. The UA uniform..in all of its glory. I grabbed some mismatched black and white socks and some black dress shoes and rushed to the bathroom.

I slipped my pajama shirt off, revealing my bare chest. I ignored the large breasts that inhabited said chest.

Instead, I pulled a binder from inside of the medicine cabinet and pulled it around my chest, buttoning the sides and sealing the bind.

I then changed into fresh black boxers, the followed through with the uniforms custom blue pants sliding over my waist. I buttoned the pants and zipped the fly. I grabbed the white shirt and pulled my arms through it, I pulled my socks and shoes on,then pulled the dress shirt around my shoulders. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized I might be late if I did not hurry.

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I ran from the bathroom, toothbrush still in my mouth.

"Fuhai! Be careful!" My father yells out.

"Shi-shi" I said, my mouth still full of the foamy paste.

"Don't run with a toothbrush in your mouth! It's dangerous!" he scolded. I looked somewhat guilty, looking at the floor and shuffling my feet. "sorry Oto-san". I said blandly.

"Its okay. Just don't do it again" he sighed, fluffing my hair.

I put my toothbrush back in the bathroom and walked back out into the livingroom, grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulders. I thought about my father for a second, and how he decided he wanted to take me on head first, like a challenge, when I was born.

He had never been one for romance, to start with. But despite that, he still wanted children, so, he got a surrogate. Nobody knew what her quirk was, but legend has it she had a skipping-generation quirk, and I ended up with all the bad genes. My father's quirk is secretion, so that and some other anomoly combined to make me. When I was born, I was immediatly hooked to tubes and machines. My quirk was so dangerous and so harmful to myself that the doctors had a real struggle keeping me alive.

But, they managed, somehow.

My father stops me in the hall and straightens my tie. "Good luck buddy"

I nod and hug him.

"Thanks for everything" I whisper in his ear, before leaving the house.

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