I stared at my ceiling, waiting for my alarm to ring. I woke up not too long ago, but it was expected. Aunt Kari was banging around in the living room, and I had some dumb nightmare anyways. I couldn't find the strength to go back to sleep, so I just stared at my ceiling before my alarm goes off.

I flinched as the obnoxious noises of my alarm blared through my room. I let out a long sigh as I dragged myself out of bed. I walked sluggishly to my bathroom, and stared into the mirror for a second. My hand founds it's way to my face, and I lightly traced the scar that lined part of my cheek. I groaned, and dragged my hand down my face.

"Stupid entrance exam." I grumbled quietly to myself as I carried out my morning routine.

Once I was finished getting ready, which didn't take very long, I walked into the living room of my small apartment. My eyes immidetly landed on my Aunt Kari, sitting on the couch. Her posture was stiff and rigid, and her arms her crossed firmly under her chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" She glared at me, and I looked away.

"To the U.A. entrance exam." I truthfully replied. Lying to her was useless. It would only cause me more trouble. Kari scoffed at my answer, slowly getting up from the couch.

"You really think you're skilled enough to get into that school?" She frowned, looking down at my small stature.

I sighed, trying to come up with an answer to her question. Kari stomped her foot on the ground loudly.

"If you're going to answer, then do it quickly. I don't need you wasting my time." She spat, and I took a deep breath.

"It doesn't hurt to try." I answered in a monotone voice. The woman turned away from me, already walking towards her room.

"But it'll hurt their reputation, Fuyo." She sneered, her voice laced with icy hatred as she said my name. She then dissapeared into her room, slamming the door roughly.

"Tch." I swiftly turned on my heel, heading for the door.

You see, my name is Fuyo. It literally translates to unwanted, which leaves you a few guesses as to why I don't like it. Most people, however, flinch not at my first name- they usually don't pick up on it- but my last name.

"Dokujin"

The name spreads panic throughout just about anyone. It reminds them of terrible times, and terrible tales.

The famous Dokujin killers. Some of the most dangerous villains before they were arrested about four years ago. They caught the eye of both the media, and heroes. They were a deadly duo who worked with poison gasses and injections. They were ruthless people with a complete lack of empathy and mercy. Trust me, I would know.

Because they were my parents.