bunch of zygotes

                                    

                                          
When morning classes came along, everyone was in a jaded mood and you couldn't blame them. You woke up to Uggie liking your face, which smelt atrocious. You couldn't be angry at the dog, but you weren't happy either, so that just made your day.
Then on the way to school, some asshat thought it would be a good idea and rob a bank near you, which almost made you late thanks to the hero taking his time.
You also didn't wear the skirt this time. You got the pants since they just seemed a lot nicer and more comfortable than a skirt that flashes everyone.
Homeroom class was smooth enough, nothing too tedious, nor thrilling. 
Then it was English. It came more easy to you. You've always had a thing with languages, it came naturally. Your mother spoke both French and Spanish, when she was busy on phone calls with her friends, clints or associates. Your father, however, sometimes when he would speak, a different language would just pop out. He spoke whole sentences in German or Russian. His most common was English, so you could pick up on it.
 The spelling of it was a little annoying.
"The fourth sentence." You said as you raised your hand.
"Correct again! You sure you don't want a sticker this time?"
"Very"

Lunch went by too. With the food you had and along with your attitude, you happily ate along. In fact, you would rather sit alone then sit with a bunch of girls (or boys) that would go on and on about clothes or nails or bad hair days. I mean, we get it, just stopped talking. It's like listening to a new born baby cry on repeat.
But, in a perfect world, you would have been able to eat your lunch in peace and enjoy being level-headed for just a moment.
 Guess that wasn't the plan.
To put it simply. Some jackass sat down across from you, continued to ask why you had no friends and bug the living shit out of you.
 When you tried to be the bigger person and ignore him, he tugged on your hair,  pulling your head down.
Like the trigger of a gun, you slapped the side of his head so fast, he looked to his friends behind him for confirmation that you just slapped him.
When he stood up to leave, you followed him and sharply tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with an exasperating face.
"What do you want now?"
"Eat shit." You said bluntly before reeling your leg back and kicking it to where the sun don't shine.
His hands grasped his crotch as he made a painful sound. Some of the cafeteria looked over to watch what was going done. He slumped to his knees.
"Mommy." He managed to call out in a whisper.
You rolled your eyes as you quite literally walked over him. "Oh, please."
His friends rushed over to help him up, calling you names and threatening you.
You grabbed the remainder of your food and walked to the courtyard to spend time there before going back to class.
In the final class of the day, before the teacher could arrive, some students were already getting all enthusiastic about it. There was a hushed chat coming from one side of the room. The side you were most defiantly not on.
"I AM...!" A familiar voice sounded the hall. "COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!!!"
All Might appeared in the doorway, holding onto the frame for dear life. Even so it was literal the number one hero AND the symbol of peace, you were a little disappointed. He looked a lot more...built in pictures. And to be frank, his personality was a little over the top.
But that didn't stop you from being a little excited. A animated expression placed itself on your face.
All Might walked over to the podium and started to flex, for whatever reason that was for.
"I teach Basic Hero Training!" All Might spoke. "In this class, you lot will have the most units!"
"Alright!" A boy with a black streak in his hair spoke.
"Today, we'll be learning about-" He whipped out a flashcard. "BATTLE Training!
And for that, you need these!"
All Might pressed a button and then the wall on the far side of the room started to open out little boxes with suitcases and numbers printed on the case.
"In accordance with the 'Quirk Registry' and the special forms you sent out before being admitted...COSTUMES!"
You remembered you and your uncle designing the costume idea. He had an old friend who was in the fashion industry and with his knowledge of that and his job, he could put together ideas and weapons you could use in your advantage. Of course, with your own modifications added as well.
"After you change, gather in ground Beta!"


Your costume was nothing special. The clothing style wasn't skin tight, but it wasn't too loose either, so it was the perfect fit, more or less it was like a full body suit. You had a vest with serval pockets acquired in it to hold medical supplies or weapons. On your thigh, you hold a holster with three different knifes and daggers inside. On your wrists, on each arm, you had a multiple viles containing smoke bombs. You equipped a belt empty cases and filled cases of anything you could possibly think of. Your shoes were small platform shoes to give you a little height. You also had knee guards on, just in case you wanted to kill someone with your knees.
You followed the other students out as they made their way into the sun.
"They say the clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen. And behold, you are the proof." All Might said. "Take this to heart, from now on you are all...heroes in training!"
 "NOW! Shall, we get started, you bunch of zygotes!"