Silver and Gold // BNHA OC

Five

Thanks to some inside insight, Annya knew that the students were going to be at the USJ today for training. She had packed some brownies for Ichika and her friends to have during lunch and gave her plenty of money to buy food after, just in case she wanted to stay out for a while.

She was a little nervous letting Ichika out on her own like that. Though she knew her little sister could handle herself, she still worried about Ichika getting put into dangerous situations on purpose.

But Annya would never hold Ichika back. She would let her fight her own battles.

Of course, if Ichika was in real danger, she wouldn't hesitate to step in.

She was working during the first part of the day, shooting a music video for her newest song.

One of the perks of being able to feel other people's emotions was that she could write about their feelings, too; as a songwriter, she wasn't limited to her own experiences.

This was her first time releasing a song under her own, brand new agency.

She had tons of songs built up from over the years that were unknown to the public.

Annya had been stuck singing meaningless, bubbly pop songs ever since she was sixteen when she had foolishly signed that contract with the producer who locked her in.

"It's good for business!" her producer had said. "As long as they're listening to Annya's music, they'll be happy! That makes you easy to market."

In under twenty four hours, her new song had reached number one on the charts. She wanted to get the music video out; fans were already asking about it.

As important as this music video was to her, she was still distracted thinking about Ichika.

She decided that for her lunch break, she would head over to USJ; just to watch. She would give Ichika her space. She didn't want to seem overbearing, so she would just hide in the background. After years of practice avoiding the cameras, she was good at blending in.

As she thought about this, standing outside on the street while she waited for an Uber, she saw the first pro hero fly past.

"Huh?" she looked up as she watched one of them hop from building to building. He seemed to be in a rush.

Then she saw a second hero go past.

And a third.

She began sprinting after one of them, looking over at them as they ran by her on the street. "What's going on?"

"A class from UA is at USJ today and there's been an attack! The place is swarming with villains, so they're calling in the pro heroes for backup!" they said, not stopping their sprint.

Annya felt every ounce of blood drain from her face as she stopped running.

She looked around desperately and caught sight of an enormous pro bounding in the direction of USJ. She whistled and they paused in their stride.

She began waving her arms over her head and they bent down to look at her.

"Annya!" they said as she gazed up at them.

She didn't know them, but she was used to strangers calling her by name; it came with being a popstar, and it had been happening since she was 16.

"I need to get to USJ, quick!" Annya said. "No questions! Can you give me a ride?"

The hero nodded solemnly and held out a hand. Annya hopped onto their palm and they lifted her up to their shoulder.

"Hang on tight," they said, and she twisted her hands into the fabric of their hero costume.