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Mina didn’t always want to be a hero, when she was younger and her only real world experience was close family and friends, she wanted to be pretty. Her goal for when she was older was simply to be pretty, like her mom! She saw all the pretty models on TV and wanted to be exactly like them.
With years, failed application after failed application to modeling gigs and some acting gigs she realized that maybe she would have to rethink what exactly she meant when she said she wanted to be pretty. Her pink skin and black sclera may not be considered “conventionally pretty” but she could make it work fine. That’s not how other people saw it though, and slowly she started to realize that it wasn’t fair.
The world doesn’t care about fair though, the world cares about smooth pale skin and big “assets”. So, at the ripe age of thirteen, while most girls are starting to get into the world of pretty glitter or grunge aesthetics, Mina got into exercising and weightlifting and set her gaze directly on the path of being a hero.
People didn’t like mutation quirks until Ryukyu got into the hero business, and people don’t like colored skin now, but she’s going to open their eyes to reality even if she has to pry them open.
On her last year of junior high she meets Kirishima. He’s a nice boy that respects her and he seems shy, so she does her best to talk to him. They exchange numbers and when classes begin at UA and she sees him walk in with bright red spiky hair, and looking happy, she smiles back and goes greet him.
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Now, more than halfway through her first year, Mina sort of admits that there are things that she hadn’t accounted for. Yes, she likes being in the hero course, and yes, she has a strong quirk. But she’s still not good enough. She always thought she’d be an amazing student, work hard towards her goal and create a world where girls, people, like her can be anything they want and she’s trying her best but it’s not working.
She fought the best she could at the sports festival and didn’t get even close to what she wanted. Every time villains attack her class she somehow manages to react in the wrong way, the stupid way.
When they got to decide on their hero names and she said the name that had been on her mind since she was fourteen, it got rebuked. The sexy, dashing, R-rated hero deeming it “scary”- fuck her. Next year she’ll change it back from Pinky because it’s her choice damnit.
Yeah, Mina’s angry, but she also knows to keep her eye on the prize. In the long run, these are the people that have years of experience on her and will teach her how to be a good hero and better than them. She always tries her best, she takes her meds and sits down in her dark room with a box of highlighters, markers, and colored pens until she has every single concept ingrained. Her grades really don’t do the amount of dedication she puts to studying any justice, but at least she’s passing.
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She’s always been one those of girls that hang around guys. She’s been called a lot of things because of it but she can’t bring herself to care when her friends make her feel so alive.
“Bro! What the fuck- how are you cheating? This is fucking Mario Kart,” she’s cackling on the floor as Kaminari fucking hollers at Sero. The screen shows the scores having Sero at the very top for the fifth time today and honestly, she gets where Kaminari’s coming from.
Sero snorts from where’s sitting in the common room couch and with the most deceased deadpan replies, “bro you can’t blame me for your lack of talent.”
That line, accompanied by Kirishima’s loud as fuck laughter sets her off cackling like a hyena. She fucking loves these idiots to another degree like, people think they love someone but they haven’t seen her love for the Bakusquad. They’re all sprawled in the common room playing Mario Kart as is typical of their Sunday evenings.
Bakugou is the only one who isn’t laughing at the moment, his face is twitching in that way that sells out the fact that it’s through a shit ton of self control and pure spite that he’s not laughing along with them. Someone clears their throat to the side and all their laughter-turned-giggling stops immediately only for Kaminari to snort next to her and set them off again.
A few seconds go by that she takes to wipe the tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she looks up, spotting their class prez standing awkwardly with his hands mid-boi.
She decides to take a form of not quite pity on him and address him first, “bro, u good?”
A side glance at Bakugou shows that he’s smirking and the boys around her laugh a bit at it too. They always say that she’s got the biggest dick energy out of all of them and hey, she ain’t gonna argue against that. Bakugou just calls her Chad sometimes and like that’s…fine too? Sure.
Iida clears his throat before his glasses flash (in-character much) and his hands start wildly moving again, “there have been several complaints from your classmates that you guys are being too loud,” his face somehow gets more serious before leveling them all with a glare that could rival Satan’s, “I mean, they’re all studying for Ectoplasm’s test…tomorrow.”
Mina swears she’s never felt the need to take a shit faster, “fuck!”
Her hands gingerly slip up to her face and she covers her mouth for half a second while looking in what she hopes is an apologetic look at the class prez before she turns her head fully to the resident blasty boy. They eye each other for the good part of two seconds before he glares and her and starts slipping off the couch, “no way.”
“Blastyyyy, please,” she shoots him her best puppy dog eyes she can master with her eyes and it’s decidedly not working until Kirishima - may every god bless his soul - also gives him the puppy eyes and he caves so fast it’s a miracle he didn’t just collapse or something.
“Fine, holy fuck- stop looking at me,” he rolls his eyes so fast he must’ve seen the tiny mole he has at the back of his head before scoffing and just speed walking to the elevator. She, not one to keep their lord and savior waiting of course, yeets up so fast that their resident Sonic could never and is next to Bakugou in less than one heartbeat.
She pretends not to see the weirded out look he gives her and just stares ahead grateful that her cheeks are already pink. The reality of the situation is, she’s been studying for that test for a few days now, but nothing beats Bakugou, well, beating the information into her. In what is the least kinky way possible, which Mina only specifies now because the girls always ask her when they have their sleepovers.
The boys walk at a slower pace towards them and they all squish into the elevator together, Bakugou’s caramel smell making the inexplicable urge inside her to shove her nose in his armpit even stronger. Which, she knows it’s disgusting but he just smells so good holy shit.
“Mina, I swear to god, don’t you dare,” she looks up from where she was staring at Bakugou’s ‘bicep’ and deadpans at Sero.
“What,” she makes it dry enough that it crumbles without Shigaraki’s quirk.
Sero and Kaminari’s faces both twitch the exact same way as she stares at them and they all start an impromptu staring battle that she wins because fuck them. She knows how to make her eyes terrifying and she’ll use that power however she likes. Kirishima has no reaction since he also stares at Bakugou with the hungriest expression known to man but his might be another reason all of them have agreed to not name until the redhead does it first.
“Dude, this is why people think you have a crush on Blasty,” Sero rolls his eyes at her and they all ignore Kirishima as he freaks out and promptly realizes that no, they’re not talking about him- yet.
Bakugou rolls his eyes and starts muttering murder at them but Mina doesn’t like living that much anyways, “it’s not my fault he smells like a fuckin’ candy store!”
“I DO NOT-,” ah yes, war. Mina, obviously, defends her position because even if Blasty doesn’t want to admit it, they all know he smells like candy.
“Yes, you do! You literally smell like caramel dude, it’s not my fault I want to fucking eat you-,” which is when the elevator doors decide to conveniently open up and they come face to face with Uraraka and her bitch boy squad (according to Bakugou).
Uraraka and Midoriya are both staring directly at her and Bakugou, their eyes going back and forth with dawning horror while Todoroki just stares at them blank faced like always, he might be asleep standing up actually.
“Ashido, uhh, you want to…? Um…,” with those beautiful starting words from Midoriya, Bakugou scoffs and grabs her and Kirishima by their shirts and starts hauling ass to his room. Mina, even though she knows better, accidentally keeps eye contact with Uraraka as she’s being dragged and oh fuck, those are plans brewing.
She connects her eyes with Kaminari’s before she’s thrown into Kirishima’s room. Which, like, okay, for some reason she thought this would be the moment they’d get introduced to Blasty’s room but okay whatever, she’s not disappointed or anything. Really.
“Pinky, what the fuck?” She’s then confronted with Bakugou’s disappointment and honestly, yeah, she deserves that.
“Bro, I’m sorry, I was just saying, like, it’s true,” this is definitely how she dies. ‘Amazing daughter and professional dumb bitch’ should go neon pink on her tombstone. Let everyone know the bare-assed truth.
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean you need to take every moment to actually say it, fucking dumbass pink bitch like what the fuck is wrong with you-,” okay, the studying session’s derailed. Mina feels something close to shame blooming in her chest that manifests as a familiar prickling in her eyes and damnit, her period’s starting soon.
“Dude, I- I’m sorry,” Mina didn’t account for her voice cracking but she feels the how everyone’s gazes just lock on her while they gape and she didn’t come here for this, fuck, “I’ll just go-,” she starts standing up from where she’s still semi-sprawled on the ground and looks away from them because this is embarrassing. She’s here with them because she’s ‘one of the guys’, she’s close to them because she acts like them and here she is crying.
She didn’t really expect the pale hand that clamps onto her arm and plonks her down on the spinny chair next to Kirishima’s desk. Said boy is staring at her with an almost confused look and she feels embarrassment spread faster before he looks back at the rest of the idiot entourage and starts screaming at them to sit the fuck down.
They all just sit and stare at Bakugou as he whips out a workbook, rolls it up into a weapon, and pulls out Kirishima’s math book and oh shit. He turns around to grab Kiri’s little white board and screeches at them in math for the next three hours.
By the end of that math session that felt worse than if she were in one of Gordon Ramsey’s competitions, her hair is tousled and her horns feel battered but she understood pre-calculus. Or, the chapter, she understood the chapter in her pre-cal book.
They’re all just laying down in Kirishima’s room before said boy whips out some hand gloves and whacks Mina on the head.
“Bitch,” she tells him before she forgets to before actually looking at him and wondering what he wants. The only response she gets is a snicker from Sero and Bakugou’s snort-turned-cough before Kirishima’s slack expression actually forms into a blinding smile and oh my god this angel.
“I just thought you’d want to let out some steam on the bag since you seemed kinda tense earlier,” the beautiful boy smiles at her again before offering the gloves again and she feels so much appreciation swell up inside her that her eyes start burning again.
She huffs and wipes her eyes before swiping the gloves from Kiri’s outstretched hand, “fucking shitty-ass period hormones.”
Mina contemplates it for around three seconds before taking off her sweatshirt to every boy’s alarm and throwing it on the ground, “relax, I’m wearing a sports bra.” Yes, the sports bra is animal print and no, it is not pink. It’s purple.
“Oof, dude, warn a guy,” Kaminari’s voice springs up above the rest and she glares at him as she straps her hands and wrists securely in the gloves.
“Fuck off, Kami, it’s not like I’m naked,” she sticks her tongue out at him for good measure and proceeds to pull her sweatpants up because she’s not Bakugou. She steps over the deceased body of Sero and steps in front of the punching bag while readying her posture. She takes a steadying breath, lets it out, and rotates her hip while throwing a punch that she knows hurts like a bitch, just ask Mineta.
Her mind barely registers Kirishima’s whoop as she quickly pulls back and rotates again to throw a left hook, following with her right in quick succession. She keeps going at it for a while, the boys fading from her mind as she zeroes in on the punching bag in front of her. She’s mad because her request to change her hero name keeps getting put off by Midnight. She’s angry because no matter how hard she tries, she still won’t get above 18 in the class ranks, and she’s angry because her period is near and that shit hurts like a fucking bitch.
By the time she stops, her arms are shaking with exertion and droplets of sweat make their way down her face, back and boobs. She idly notes that she probably has her underboob sweat marked on her sports bra but fuck putting her sweatshirt back on. If dudes can go around with their tiddies free then so can she.
She turns back to the boys and sees that Kami has his phone out not filming her (for his own good), while Sero is simply taking the fattest nap next to him , which, cute. Blasty and Kiri are both on the bed with the latter giving her the biggest smile, which shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
“Mina, you’re so manly! Those were some great punches, wow, I pity the guy that tries to start something with you like what even,” Mina.exe, at this point, has stopped working because wow, okay, guys are awesome sometimes.
“Thanks Kiri! I took some boxing classes in middle school so I learned good technique young you know,” she starts taking off her gloves and puts them on Kirishima’s desk knowing the boy will probably wash them- hopefully, her hands literally secrete acid- and sits her ass back down on the spinny chair.
Bakugou scoffs at them cutting off Kirishima’s praising ramblings which, okay, fuck him too, “shut up, shitty hair, she isn’t that good,” his red eyes glare her way and he addresses her with more seriousness than usual which is quickly falling into psychopathic behavior, “good technique will only take you so far, villains aren’t going to fight by the book.”
Oh, yeah, he’s right about that, makes sense. She tells him such because she knows that, it’s just hard when none of the guys want to fight dirty with her because she’s a girl and Bakugou only spars with Kirishima so like, what the fuck is she gonna do then? Ask Dabi or something?
“Fight me, Pinky, tomorrow after school I’m kicking your ass until you can’t get up,” Bakugou’s glaring at her and oh, okay, she’d said all that out loud, oops. Still, she feels a wide smile make its way on her face and excitement pours into her veins because it’s not every day Bakugou Katsuki agrees to- offers to spar with someone.
“Oh my god, yes, please! Holy shit, yes,” she can’t hold her excitement enough to stop herself from jumping on the chair but hey, at least she doesn’t jump on Bakugou.
He levels her with an unimpressed look but she can’t bring herself to care because he’s agreed to train her. A snort from her side has her looking back up and she levels eyes with Sero who seems to have revived now.
“Dude, this is why people think you’re crushing on the guy,” Bakugou throwing a shoe at Sero’s head is enough of a response that she doesn’t feel the need to reply back. How people think he’s the smart one is a miracle, he just stays in the background until he has enough leverage to fucking spring on people like the little shit he is.
She didn’t feel the need to but that doesn’t stop her from responding, “bro, Blasty beating my ass is literally the biggest privilege to have in this class.” Okay, maybe she could’ve phrased that better.
Both idiots laugh at her and she huffs before turning back towards Bakugou and Kirishima before noticing that oh wow, they’re making some pretty serious eye contact over there on the bed. Oh wow, steamy. Mina makes a calculated decision and stands up from the spinny chair and grabs her sweatshirt. She makes creepy eyes at Kami and Sero before they both look back at her and she tilts her head towards the two emotionally constipated idiots on the bed and then the door.
Kami looks confused but Sero, the one with a working braincell, gets the hint and stands up while hauling a writhing Kaminari up with him and all three of them start making a hasty retreat.
“BYE!” Is all Blasty and Kiri get before all three of them exit in the least suspicious way they could (which is not very good honestly), and they all just stand in front of the door before nodding in that asshole way and going to their own dorms.
Mina parts away from them and makes it to her own dorm room, grabbing a big t-shirt and some shorts before going on to take a shower.