This was a request from Alyssajj11! Thank you so much for requesting and I'm so sorry for the delay :(
Warning: Mineta, Mention of Endeavor
Key:
(Y/N) = Your Name
(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name
(H/C) = Hair Colour
(E/C) = Eye Colour
(Y/N) could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears as she walked with the other girls in Class 1-A to the change room. It was time for the class she dreaded more and more everyday; Hero Training. Don't misunderstand, she really wanted to be a hero and she understood that training was a necessity, but she hated it. Using her quirk terrified her because if she lost control for one second, it could have a devastating ending for anyone around her.
Her Quirk was called Ghoul. The general public had always been terrified of anyone with quirks like this, so the (H/C) did her best to keep it under wraps. It gave her the abilities of a ghoul with a Rinkaku Kagune; she could summon three tentacles at will that she had complete control over. The (H/C) had trained enough that it was at the point where she could strengthen her tentacles so they didn't break as easily and she could shape them into swords or claws. However, if and when she loses her focus, she would lose control of her quirk. When unleashed with zero control, she can't control her tentacles as well as usual and her hunger for human flesh becomes present. The last time she lost control...
"Hey, (Y/L/N)!" Hagakure exclaimed, snapping the (H/C) out of her daze. "Huh..." she mumbled, her (E/C) eyes locking onto her classmate, "oh, what's up?" Momo giggled quietly, hesitating before placing a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, "she was saying how you should probably hurry up and get changed. You know how much Aizawa hates being off schedule." The (H/C) nodded and quickly changed from her classroom uniform into her gym uniform. It only took her a few moments to put on the familiar blue, red, and white outfit and she left the girls' change room with her classmates.
Due to her fear of losing control, (Y/N) hadn't really gotten close to anyone in her class. She preferred to stay by herself because if she did lose control, she thought it would hurt less to injure, or possibly kill, someone she wasn't close to. The only person she allowed herself to be close to was Shoto Todoroki. Their fathers had introduced them when they were younger; Endeavor thought she was the perfect candidate to train his son when he wasn't available. The two spent so much time together, but ultimately stopped after Shoto's...incident. The (H/C) had only started getting close to him again a week prior...
One Week Prior:
'(Y/N) sighed as she walked into class that morning, her head pounding. She had spent most of the night being kept awake by nightmares of her quirk. To her, it was a curse. She hated it. She had already proven she couldn't be trusted with it due to her losing control and hurting her middle school teacher, and now Aizawa wanted her to participate in the Sports Festival at the end of the month?! "I hate this..." she mumbled, wiping her (E/C) eyes in an attempt to stop the tears before they even had a chance to form.
Considering she wasn't watching where she was going, she had bumped into another person, a groan escaping her lips as she fell to the ground. "Ouch..." she muttered, rubbing her hip as she looked up at who she had collided with, "I'm sorry, Todoroki." The dual-haired boy shook his head, "it's fine, (Y/N). What happened to you calling me Shoto?" he asked. The (H/C) sighed, "we lost touch after your..." she trailed off, taking a deep breath, "I thought you'd be uncomfortable with it." "I don't mind," he said bluntly, reaching out a hand to help her up. With a small smile, she accepted it and allowed him to pull her up, "alright, Shoto. Let's catch up!" He nodded and helped pick up her books before walking with her to class, the two chatting quietly so they wouldn't disturb anyone else.'
She smiled at the recent memory as she arrived on the field with the other girls, leaving their small group quickly and making her way over to the dual-haired boy. She smiled at him weakly and he nodded in acknowledgment, moving over slightly to give her space to stand as Aizawa began explaining the training exercise. He said that in order to train for the upcoming Sports Festival, he was going to call on students and have them spar. "First up..." he began, tiredly glancing down at his class list, "(Y/L/N) and Bakugo." Audibly gulping, the (H/C) trudged towards the white circle, the blond quickly following.
They both got into starting positions and Aizawa cleared his throat, "you'll fight until either someone is out of the circle or your five minutes is up. Understood?" "Yessir," (Y/N) replied, watching as Bakugo scoffed, "whatever. Let's hurry this up." With a sigh, Aizawa permitted them to begin. Almost immediately, the explosive blond set off an explosion, blasting towards the (H/C). She had barely any time to summon her tentacles and shield herself from the damage. When the smoke and dirt cleared from the air, it was evident she had burns on her arms. However, her healing abilities quickly made them disappear. (Y/N) smirked and focused all her concentration using her tentacles offensively, continuously swatting at Bakugo. He blocked and fired out his explosions, but nothing seemed to be working.
'I'm gonna win!' she thought, her (E/C) eyes noticing that Bakugo was close to stepping outside of the circle. However, just as she was about to provide the 'finishing blow', a certain voice from the crowd distracted her, "doesn't (Y/L/N)'s boobs look great in the uniform?" the grape-headed pervert of Class 1-A whispered to the more subtle pervert, Kaminari. He nodded his head rapidly, "not as good as her ass in those pants..." (Y/N) felt herself get angrier and angrier with every word they said, her mind no longer focused on controlling her quirk. Without warning, the calming (E/C) of her eyes went a crimson red while the white part shifted to black. Another two tentacles sprouted from her back and she slowly began walking towards the group of students.
Shoto's eyes widened when he realized what was happening. He had never witnessed her losing control, but she did explain what happened during it. The teenager turned his head to face his teacher, who he was standing next to, "Aizawa-sensei, she's lost control!" he yelled, startling everyone around him; that was the first time he had actually spoken aloud in class. Nodding his head, the teacher of Class 1-A activated his own quirk, his black hair flying up as he focused on the (H/C). However, it was useless as her quirk remained active. "I don't know what's happening; nobody has ever been able to resist my Erasure..." he declared, beginning to feel a small amount of worry.
With no warning, (Y/N)'s body practically crashed into the class, knocking a few students over as she grabbed Mineta and Kaminari with her tentacles, raising them into the air. A sadistic smile crossed her face, "I bet you taste delicious..." she mumbled, her mouth drooling as her hunger for human flesh grew stronger and stronger. Just as she raised another tentacle so she could stab her short classmate, Aizawa got behind her and restrained her with his scarf. She struggled in the grasp, her free tentacles desperately clawing at the cloth. Shoto knew he had to do something. Hell, he was the only person who probably could do something. He pushed past his frightened classmates and got in the view of (Y/N), his hands raised in defence, "(Y/N), this isn't you!"
Her head perked up at the mention of her name, but she only squeezed the two boys tighter, continuing to struggle in her teacher's grasp. "Todoroki, get away! It's not safe!" his teacher screamed, adding another layer to restrain the (H/C). "If your quirk won't stop her, we need to calm her down! Just let me do this!" the dual-haired boy argued, his blue and grey eyes glaring harshly at the older man. The rest of the class remained standing in shock and fear; never before had they witnessed Shoto actually caring about another student or (Y/N) losing control of her quirk. Losing her patience with being restrained, she dropped the two perverts of Class 1-A so she could destroy the scarf, the two boys gasping for air before scrambling away.
The scarf broke moments later, allowing the (H/C) to freely move again. She charged towards the first person in her field of sight, the hunger for human flesh becoming too much to bear. Unfortunately, that person was Shoto. She grabbed him with three tentacles, turning her two spare ones into claws. He quickly raised his right hand and froze them, making her unable to stab or slice him. She growled and squeezed him, making him wheeze in an attempt to breathe. "(Y-Y/N)..." he stuttered, "e-everything's a-alright..." "It's not!" she argued, a tear escaping her eyes, "I see how you all look at me! You're afraid of me! I'm a danger, so why not embrace it?!" "T-They may b-be..." he mumbled, black dots clouding his vision, "but...I k-know the real y-you..." She went stiff, internally fighting with herself, "Shoto...." she mumbled as her eyes returned to normal and her extra two tentacles broke out of the ice, disappearing from sight.
She released the dual-haired boy from her grasp and deactivated her quirk all together, both teenagers collapsing to their knees. As Shoto took deep breaths, the (H/C) began to sob. She threw herself at her only friend in Class 1-A, making him wheeze again as she clung to his chest. Despite being extremely light headed, he smiled weakly and rubbed her back, humming quietly in an attempt to calm her down. They both knew she would be in serious trouble and would have to explain herself, but that could wait. Their classmates fear could wait. All that was important in that moment was that she had somebody to rely on; somebody who wasn't afraid of her, who saw her as a human. If only she knew the extent of his feelings...