When Freja heard there was going to be a huge party with tons of alcohol, she did what any self-respecting Dane would do. Pre-drink before the party to get juuust tipsy enough that she was brave enough to go. Then again, right now she was getting tipsy off of cheap beers, and when the girl had the money to host a party on a yacht, surely there would be some premium drinks too?

Are you feeling nautical?

She read the text invite again, over and over again as if she needed to confirm that it was actually real. Some people were really loaded with money weren't they? She couldn't help but wonder if Sumi was rich rich, or Zenkai rich. Before she left her dorm room, Freja paused and looked at her bat. Should she bring it, just in case she would need it for self-defense? On one hand, she would feel a lot safer carrying it, but on the other... The thought of her smashing up the yacht in a blackout drunken rage and the videos the morning after, it was enough to make her shudder. Deciding to leave it behind she grabbed her purse and headed out towards the cars.

When she finally arrived, she stepped out of the car and stared up at the yacht in awe. Due to being tipsy already, Freja had actually gotten brave enough to show up in a dress, a simple yellow one that matched her eyes. She had chosen it mostly because she didn't have that many dresses in the first place. ''Hey! Are you the host of this thing? Thanks for the invite!'' She called out to Sumi and waved as she approached, ''I'm Freja Helt, first year hero department.'' Sumi seemed nice at a glance, she was definitely rocking that sundress to the point that Freja felt a little self-conscious.

Sumi Okita

She watched in awe as she caught the tail end of Farrin and Toxin's fight. Even after inhaling gas he still persevered, talk about heroic spirit. She stopped reaching for her bat once he called attention to Dancer, who had already been knocked out too. ''I did?'' She had been so preoccupied with trying to stay one step ahead that she hadn't taken the time to look around in the present. Was it a side effect she was feeling from the speed boost? Not just that, but as it began to fade she could feel a little bit of nausea set in. The world around her was so much slower without it.

The squawk of the crows sent ice cold blood through her veins as she quickly grabbed her bat and got up into a sitting position. Another attack? If any more mini bosses came out of the floor surely that would spell the end for her and Farrin. She flinched when the crows came close, with no strength left to swing her weapon she cowered, but only for a moment until she realized it wasn't another attack. ''That's not fair!'' She protested alongside Farrin, pointing her bat up at the rooftops where the murder had come from.

''I was hoping you knew!'' She let go of her bat again and let herself fall onto her back too. ''Do you have any enemies, Farrin? It feels like it was a deliberate attack.'' Out of the two of them he was definitely the more noteworthy, and aside from that one incident involving The Spiders, she didn't exactly have a habit of going around and making enemies.

She rolled her head over to look at him. ''Everything hurts.'' She whined, like a city girl who had agreed to go on an exhaustive hike and was all tuckered out halfway through. ''I'll be fine, the school has an infirmary close by, right?'' It was this point she made the mistake to look down at the knives that were sticking out of her. ''Waaah! When did- my leg!'' Looking at the backs of her injured hands she could feel herself begin to hyperventilate, but she did her best to bring it under control. ''I-I'm okay Farrin I'll be fine! What about you, did you inhale anything bad? I could smell your opponent from all the way over here.''

Farrin

Freja was weak. How was she so weak? She felt like a flailing toddler trying to fight Emi. No matter what the other girl did she just got angrier too. Dodge? How dare you. Block? You’re still holding back. “Y-You’re not hitting me! You’re not using your quirk!” Didn’t put her all into that last swing? How could she convince Emi that she did? That her all was just that weak. “My quirk?” She took a moment to catch her breath as Emi rolled up her sleeve. “You want to show off- is that it?!” Damn it, how was this little shit so fast and somehow so durable too?

Saying her name set her off again. “Shut up and hit me!!” She pulled on her bat as Emi caught it. “..Let go!” She sneered, trying to pull it back as hard as she could, but to no avail. She simply couldn’t match Emi’s physicality. Why was she being met with so much kindness? She couldn’t understand it, even as she scanned Emi’s face for an answer. It wouldn’t take much effort for the other girl to pull Freja’s bat out of her hands. Well shit, so much for proving she was more than just a weakling, that she belonged at this school too. “I-I…” She stammered weakly, before letting the tears stream down her face as she fell to her knees and curled into herself. “I can’t..” This was her reality, quirk versus quirkless, the quirk always wins. Emi said it herself, she could even transform and she hadn’t yet. The gap between them was just that big. “I-I can’t do it..” She sobbed quietly, she was nothing but a weak liar and a bully, taking out her frustrations on Emi like this.

“..You win.”

Emilia Hall

She perked her head up when Miroru announced her presence. ''T-Tell me about it!'' She had never thought putting on a yukata could be so complicated or exhausting. ''You really didn't have to rush so much, I get it.'' The last thing she would want was for Miroru to risk tripping, let alone actually trip over because she was in such a hurry. Still, the way she was dressed, the way she talked, the way she was just... Miroru. It made her really happy for some reason.

''I-I've been managing.'' She brushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, blushing at the compliment she received from Miroru. ''Yeah I got a lot of help, thankfully, it's not like guys are supposed to know how to put these things on. It's not even a tradition where I'm from the in the first place..'' Miroru was looking right at her. She could feel her heart beat faster as she looked at the ground and built up the courage to look back at her fox friend again. ''You look amazing too, Miroru. You said you did yours yourself? I can't imagine how difficult that must have been, or could you get one of your light clones to help?'' She knew that Miroru's quirks had limitations, but somehow she made it look like she could do anything with her power.

Pushing off of the fountain, Freja would turn and look back at Miroru as she started walking. ''Are you hungry? You can get any snack you want, my treat!''

Miroru

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UA sucked.

The hero course sucked.

Becoming a hero, or being one at all, it all sucked.

Freja was blowing off steam swinging her bat around in the physical education grounds after school. She wasn’t aiming at anything or anyone in particular, just trying to hit the air for even being there in the first place. Her and Rin had been signed up for a rescue mission, a mock scenario where they had to rescue a civilian from some evil robots. They failed because of Freja’s lack of a quirk. Then, there was the encounter at the concert the other night. She got sucker punched because she didn’t have a quirk. She was basically a weakling for being quirkless, and the more time she spent at UA the more obvious it became. It didn’t help that the other students were super curious about her quirk too. The quirk that she didn’t have. Almost as if they already knew she was lying.. Maybe they could see it, if someone had a quirk. Like, ‘there goes that weak quirkless girl again, let’s bully her out of the school and back to her small, cold country.’ That kind of stuff..

It was sort of true, though. As much as she hated it she agreed. Everyone else here was in a league of their own, entirely out of reach for someone like Freja. There was nothing a quirkless person could do that a person with a quirk couldn’t also learn. Her thoughts were racing faster and faster. One body, two sets of thoughts working overtime until she eventually had to let go of her bat and collapse on the ground, breathing heavily to catch her breath. Tuckered out? After this little training? Who else but Freja Helt!! The hero department’s very own water flea tier student, whose very existence was solely to make every other student feel better about themselves when they saw they didn’t suck as much as her.

Staring up at the sky, Elias, the man inside the head wondered.. Why couldn’t Freja have been the one to survive? Why someone as useless as him?

Emilia Hall

Freja had been on her way out to that training spot she had found in the forest. Being a hero student was busywork and as if that wasn't enough, she had gotten into way more trouble ever since she had started attending the school. It was so bad that getting attacked outside of school grounds felt like it was becoming more and more common. In any case, it all added up to her needing more training. She was simply too weak to keep up with it all.

Or that had been her plan until she was dragged off to this baseball game. She didn't even have the heart to tell the elderly couple that she wasn't just carrying a normal metal bat, but an actual piece of manufactured support equipment. She was staring at the game ahead of them, with absolutely no clue what was going on. She had never even played baseball in the first place! She was only snapped out of her thoughts when the woman next to her started speaking. ''Yeah..'' She glanced down at Amano's bat. ''Did they drag you out here too? I thought it was just me.'' She left a pause there for a moment so the woman could reply. ''I'm Freja. Resident batter, though I've never played a game like baseball before. What's your name?''

Amano Ito