The Marionettist bnha (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

Hey! Soooo this is my first story, so I apologise if it's bad or anything, I hope you enjoy
-Odd_Person

Blood trickling down the side of my mouth, my 'father' laughed once again, as the words circulated over and over in my mind. 'No one cares, just die like your pathetic excuse for a mother...' the voices jeered. Tears began streaming down my face, as the smell of burning flesh reached my nose. 'I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna-

I was jolted from my nightmare by the furious beeping of my alarm clock, and my auntie's shouts. "Yeah yeah" I mutter. "Coming!" I yell, sitting down at the table, auntie jill smiled and served me breakfast. "Eat it quickly, or you'll be late" she said, smirking. Looking at the clock I started to panic, standing up quickly I shoved the rest of my bacon into my mouth. 'Shit, shit, shit, I can't be late!' I thought, and as I threw on my U.A uniform I looked dejectedly at the red lines on both my arms before thundering down the stairs.

My quirk, is called 'marionette' and it allows me to bring inanimate objects to life to do my bidding when I touch a non living object, if it's structure is not vaguely humanoid it reshapes itself. Things like clothing can't be reshaped, but I can control them.

I finally arrived at my school, and as I began the search for my classroom I noticed that the time on the clocks was different from the ones at home. The corridors were also empty, and begining to panic again countless thoughts crowded into my head, 'what if it's already really late and I get expelled? What if-' I yelp as my thoughts are cut off by the weight of another person as they crashed on top of me, 'Shit... My first day and I've already embarrassed myself, great! Absolutely fucking brilliant' a low monotone voice interrupted me from my thoughts, "sorry" they said climbing off me awkwardly. "O-oh, n-no it was my fault for not paying attention" I stammered back. They looked away, seeming somewhat embarrassed. Studying them, I realised that their hair was red on the right side and white on the left, and they had a burn on their eye. "N-nice to meet you" I said, "I'm Suzuki Aiko" "Todoroki Shoto" he replied.

A voice jolted me me from my precious sleep. "I would recommend you wake up before the teacher arrives" a polite voice says, I look up with tired eyes and mutter a quick thanks. I had just been dreaming about this morning, a habit I had picked up for some reason. I looked over at the other people sitting down. I still couldn't believe my aunt had set all the clocks forward! I had ended up being really early. Sighing I took a book out of my bag.

"If you're here to make friends I suggest you leave now" (you already know who this is :)) I look to the front of the class mildly surprised. There was a tired looking man with long hair in a sleeping bag at the front of the class. He pulls gym uniforms out of his cocoon and tells us to go outside, "huh? But what about orientation?" a brunette asks, "here at U.A. we can't afford to wast time on pointless and leisurely things such as orientation" he says looking at us tiredly. It makes sense I guess, in all honesty I was grateful, I had been dreading going to orientation, human interaction makes me sick. Its not that I hate everyone, how could I? It's just ever since I managed to escape my psychotic dad I've never really liked to interact with people. "we're going to be doing a physical, use your quirk in any way you can" the teacher, introduced as Mr. Aizawa, said in a bored tone. "Bakugou how far could you throw in the softball throw? " he asked "about 67 metres, I think" an angry looking kid replied. "Bakgou, I want you to use your quirk to throw this ball as far as you can" aizawa says. "DIE" he screams flinging the ball as far as he could, 705.2 metres?! "This looks fun!" someone shouts, "Oh? Fun? Well the person who comes last will be expelled" he says, an evil expression on his face. "WHAT" everyone yells - well almost everyone. I honestly couldn't care less what happened to me. The duel haired boy, Todoroki, doesn't freak out either.

Though I wouldn't normally care about getting expelled, I have to become a hero. I promised myself I would help kids like me, who were abused or tortured. So with that in mind, I get ready for my turn.

Hey! I hope you enjoyed this piece of crap that I call writing! If you didn't... I honestly don't blame you. Well, bye!