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Name: Airi Hirose
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Quirk: She can cast small pearls from her hands, which will explode with deadly force if crushed. It does not affect Airi, but the objects around her will be obliterated. She can summon a large clam shell to close around the people she doesn't want to hit.
Drawbacks: Suffocating, blindness, and hypothermia if she summons more than one clam. She is only able to produce a limited amount of pearls before feeling faint.

Prologue

I feel gravel under my hands, the cold, hard rock scraping into my flesh. Blood streams down my arms and neck, splashing droplets one by one onto the ground. Minutes pass. I hear my friends fighting in the building behind me. I hope they're fine. It's a miracle I survived the fall, since I was stationed on the sixth story of the building. Maybe, you're wondering why I'm here. Well, listen close. As long as my squadron can hold the LoV off, I can spare a few moments.... Unless these are my last.

Chapter 1

"Airi! Your tea is ready, get down here!" I groan, head still under my pillow. Last night, our Jack Russell Terrier had been barking up a storm. "AIRI YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" My head shot up, over balancing my pillow. The Gigantica alarm clock sitting on my table reads:
8:47 am
Crap.
"MOTHER! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?"
There are crashing noises downstairs, as if I had startled my mother. A small jingling sounds outside, and a reddish brown and white cannonball bursts into my room. "ARGHH" I yell, ducking over to my closet. "Stop it Solo!" He licks me in response.
"AIRI HIROSE GET DOWN HERE." My mother is practically using her quirk by now. I quickly throw on a pair of leggings, my school's uniform skirt and top, along with a small bag I keep my pearls in, in case I accidentally produce some if I get nervous. I scamper down the staircase and grab a piece of toast, stuffing it in my mouth, and shout a muffled goodbye to my mother, father, and grandma while grabbing my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder. I rush out the door, nearly tripping on the garden gnomes my grandma insists on keeping. They're creepy little things too, with chipped smiles and black, staring eyes. Shivering slightly, I turn the corner and run headlong into a green-haired someone from school. I back away, and mutter a sorry, noticing a boy with ash-blond, spiky hair behind him laughing, either at my idiocy, or the fact that Green Hair guy had turned bright red. The guys must be friends. I stand up, give him a cheeky grin, and flash a peace symbol.
"Hey, sorry 'bout that. Need to get going now!" I run away, towards my middle school. This is the last year I'll be spending in it. Better not be tardy everyday like last year. Huffing slightly as I reach my classroom, I notice the ash-blond following, well, maybe just walking in the same direction, I mean this is a school. Wait.
Lord, don't tell me... they're both in my class?! How have I not noticed them before?
A small, milky white pearl drops from my middle finger. I quickly stuff it in my bag. I'd rather not have anyone find out what my pearls can do... All anyone knows right now is that I'm an overprotective jewelry producer. No one has yet found out that I was responsible for destroying half a park up south from the beach when my quirk came in. And only my parents know the second part of my quirk, the ability to shield people with a large bulletproof clam. Which is surprising, since the large clam never fades away. It just stays there, hollow, unused.
I shake slightly from the memory, a hand on my shoulder makes me jump, maybe, say, fourish feet off my chair. I spin around, flexing my fingers, until I realize I'm staring into the dark green eyes of the green-haired boy I ran into (literally).
"Arhg- Oh, wait, sorry. I'm Izuku Midoriya, who're you?" HIs voice is slightly high-pitched and edgy, as if he expects me to attack him.
"Uh, I'm Airi Hirose. My friends call me Rose, but I have no friends." I bow slightly, and he does the same.
"Well, I look forward to getting to know you more- after class, of course." He walks to his desk and takes a seat. I snort in amusement, and take out my notebook, plopping it with a thump on my desk.

Class was boring. As usual. I sat through seven flipping hours of lectures and diagrams and presentations. It's a wonder I'm still sane.

The second the school bell rings, I jump from my seat and hustle out the door. I notice Midoriya still talking to the ash blond as I dig in my bag for a set of noise-cancelling headphones. As much as I can see, Midoriya is getting teased by the other boys about a journal of some sort. I turn back around and trot at a relatively fast clip. My grandmother's words come back to me.
Walk softly, and carry a big stick. You'll go far.
And then,
If you walk quickly and quietly, but someone is following you, feel free to put him in a headlock.
This might've been intimidating, except that she was wearing a flowered apron and baking cookies when she said it.
"AIRI! Wait up!" Wow. How nice. Not even a pleas-"Please?" Midoriya huffed, catching up to my side. I wonder how I can hear him through these headphones.
"Erm, hey Midoriya," I shove my headphones back into my bag. "Uh...."
As you might have observed, my ability to start a conversation is not going with a passing grade.
"I was wondering if you wanted to discuss universities with me. The teacher said we needed to focus on a certain one by the end of the week."
Oh, right. I take a deep breath, and hold it before admitting,
"I.. I was thinking about going to UA." I squirm a little, bracing myself for laughter from Midoriya. Instead, he beamed excitedly.
"That's so cool! I was thinking about going there, too. But... I don't have a quirk, and you have to take an entrance exam of some sort to get in." He looked rueful for a moment.
"Well, my quirk is just as useless," I mutter, swinging my backpack to my other shoulder. His eyes widen.
"Are you crazy!? You think producing pearls-that-explode-like-bombs- from your fingertips is a bad quirk!? Not to mention that you can protect people from them with a huge bulletproof clam!?" I blanch.
"How do you know about that?" Midoriya is almost in exasperated tears now.
" I was walking to the beach with my mother. We heard an explosion and a little kid screaming, so we rushed over to watch the commotion. My mom nearly called the hero line."
"That still doesn't explain how you knew it was me."
"I-I saw you create a hole in the earth to help construction workers with the foundation of a building. I thought something was wrong- but then a huge whiteish blue clam just popped up and closed around all the people, shielding them from the blow." He explains, gesturing to a journal in his hand.
"And this," he holds up the battered old thing, " is where I keep records of all the quirks I find interesting." I eye it suspiciously.
"So it's a death note."
"W-what I.." he seems to just realize that the notebook contains every hero's weaknesses. "Oh..." He sweatdrops. We keep walking, and talking. Apparently Midoriya's obsessed with All Might, which really isn't a surprise. My younger cousin is like that, too.
"Midoriya?" I ask, keeping my tone lightly curious. "Who's that ash-blond you were talking to?" He pales. Just slightly.
" You mean Kacha- I mean, Bakugo Katsuki?"
"Yep."  He's definitely nervous now.
"Oh, we were friends once, but he and I have just drifted apart over the years."
"What's his quirk?" I'm honestly curious.
"Explosions can form from his sweat." I gag, and Midoriya gives the reaction a weak smile.
"Well, this is my house. See you tomorrow, Airi