Part 3

It's been almost 3 years since my dad died and I haven't once had a good night sleep, I've been having night terrors and occasionally a panic attack here and there, my abusive aunt and uncle are not helping, but that's all going to change, because I can finally try out for the entrance exam and possibly attend UA, just like dad and Aizawa.

I walked into the school everyone called UA, my heart racing. As I walked into the school, I spotted a familiar purple haired boy standing against a wall, it was Shinso, my best friend who I haven't seen in 3 long years. I walked towards my old friend and froze when we made eye contact.

"H-hey Shinso, it's been a while." I said as he still stared at me, barely a hint of shock on his face, just like Aizawa. I was shocked when he pulled me into a hug, so he did miss me. Shinso pushed me away, looking me dead in my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Shinso asked me, his brow rising. I gave him a look that said, 'are you going to use your quirk on me,, or is this genuine?' "I'm not going to use my quirk, I just want to know." He said, basically reading my mind. "Um, I've been alright, it's tough not having dad around." I said as a stray tear ran down my face, Shinso pulled me into another tight embrace as he said; "I know you wanted him to be here for your first day, but you'll see him again someday." he sounded just like my dad the day she died, the day I lost the mother I barely knew.

I pulled away from Shinso as we heard the bell to head inside for the explanation and such. I waved a short goodbye to him as I grabbed a seat next to a boy with strange hair, it was half white and half red, he looked quite familiar, especially that scar of his.

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I was lucky enough to have been allowed to take one of my weapons in the arena for the entrance exam, or else I would have been screwed.

I clutched the end of my katana tighter as I charged towards the 40-foot tall robot in front of me. My katana, slicing through the metal, a clean-cut right through. This katana was my mothers, my dad gave it to her as a gift when they first started dating, then he gave it to me when she died, I can still see the tears on his face and his voice telling me never to lose this blade and to care for it, it's sharper than any blade in japan.

My heavy breathing was so loud I could hear it over the buzzer that indicated the exam was over. I didn't really know what my score was and I honestly didn't care, the only reason I was at this exam was for my dad. To get revenge for him and myself, for what Dabi did three years ago.

I rubbed the turtle neck that covered my scars, the dark pink stains spread all over my legs, a reminder of what that day meant,, and what I have to do.

I felt my dad's dagger bumping my ankle as I trudged towards the exit of the arena. I could feel blood dripping from my forearm, probably from my foot slipping, like it always does. I can hear my dad silently scolding me about that in the back of my head, I smiled to myself.

"Hey, Mute, what the hell are you doing here?!" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me, that was the nickname I earned from the first day of school when I refused to answer him. Katsuki Bakugou, the asshole of middle school and probably high school too.

I turned to face the blonde boy and glared, holding my katana over my shoulders, the steel scraping against the back of my neck. He glared back at me as I shrugged my shoulders as my answer to his question, but it was just a hint that it was none of his business.

I slipped my mothers katana into the holster on my back as I turn away from the now fuming blonde, he always hated it when I didn't answer his questions or react to his insults, that's why I did it, or partly why, the other reason was that I just don't like talking, especially since my dad died.

I left UA in a hurry, I ran down the sidewalk, apologizing to the many people I bumped into. My katana bumped against my back as I broke into a sprint back to the apartment building. If I'm late again, I don't think I'll be leaving my room anytime soon.

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The bruise on my left cheek was throbbing as I cleaned the spilled blood from my back off the kitchen floor, my uncle passed out on the couch, his half-drunk beer spilled down his front. My aunt had luckily been in bed before I got home, so my punishment for being late wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I was lucky enough that the scratches on my back were not deep enough to leave a scar, but they still stung as I slowly climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I threw my katana across the room as I flopped onto the stiff mattress, my eyes feeling heavier. I soon found myself falling into a deep dreamless sleep.

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My aunt and uncle had left for the weekend so I had the apartment to myself, the hologram on the coffee table showing a mouse-like male and a buff, golden-haired man everyone knew as All Might, telling me I had made it into UA's class of 1-A.

I did it, I was going to become a hero, just like dad. I was jumping with joy around the room as I realized I only had a few months to get my strength up and to practice my knife throwing and swordsmanship. Only a few months until I could become just like my dad.