The Quirkless Hero

The knock was heard from the front door, pulling you out of your usual state of indifferent boredom. It stopped. Getting up from where you were lounging, you slipped on your 'oppai' hoodie, its familiar comfort a small constant in your life. Walking over to the door, you opened it cautiously. No one was there.
Just a letter. Handwritten, addressed to Y/N. Assuming it was something related to your uncle's debts, you picked it up and opened it. As you read the contents, your eyes widened. You reread it again, just to be sure.
"No fucking way," you mumbled, the letter falling from your numb fingers to the ground. Blackmailed? For doing hero work 'for fun'? This was a new level of annoyance. Principal Nezu of UA High was giving you an ultimatum: try out for their recommendation program, and all charges would be dropped. Refuse, and face the consequences.
A sigh escaped your lips. Prison wasn't exactly on your list of 'fun' activities. Fine. You'd try out. That didn't mean you had to get in. There was time. No time to waste, apparently.