A Quirkless Damsel in Distress

Date: 12/21/2022

I was a student at one the regular high schools in My Hero Academia. This was around the time the Libiration Army was being attacked, and each city was ordered by the authorities to evacuate. I was in the common room hiding with my classmates. Our school was a boarding school. The blinds were shut, the doors were locked, and the lights were out. We didn't have any adult figures with us at that time, and we were scared. A majority of us had minor quirks (quirks that were not suited for hero work), and a handful were quirkless (which included me). So imagine our surprise when we were broken into. The window was smashed open as everyone screamed. Most of my classmates ran away during the break in, and only a few of us remain. Next thing I knew, I was grabbed and dragged into someone's arms. It was a villain. Didn't recognize him from the show, but he had a strong grip on me. His arm rested on my shoulder, wrapping it around my neck. We didn't know what his quirk was, or if he had any. He sat us down on one of the couches. "Don't move, or the girl gets it." Unbeknownst to him, one of my classmates were out of his field of vision. It was only then I realized, that the few that were left behind with me were my friends that I made at that school. My classmate that was lurking behind the villain had picked up one of the heavy couches overhead and smashed it against the villain's back. I had a vague understanding of his quirk. And it was some variation of super strength. While the villain was dazed, another friend grabbed me as the villain lunged to attack. a blue clear bubble appeared and engulfed the both of us that split second. The villain's hand merely grazes it, and he was sent flying back instantly. A force field. These two, in my opinion had decent quirks with potential. Those that won the gene pool involving quirks would consider theirs average. But with practice and training at a hero school, I'm sure they'd become great heroes. But the thing is, they didn't enroll. And from what I recall the dream telling me, is that they weren't comfortable sharing the intricate details of the extent of their quirk and how it worked. And after befriending them, I soon learned that they both chose not to be heroes. They didn't want to be heroes. They said that they couldn't handle that kind of responsibility. And I respected that. But here and now, they used their quirks to protect me. And in that instant, my third friend called out to me and the boys. "We gotta go!" She shouted. During the fight she had opened the door. We bolted out of the school and we stole a car. She was quirkless like me, but she was the only one of us that knew how to hotwire a car and drive.