Electric Simp vs. Rock Himbo x OC

Chapter 1

Author's note:

Hi everyone! This is my first MHA fic, so please be nice, and don't hesitate to comment any ideas you have or things you want to have happen in the story! Enjoy your reading!!

 "I-I'm Carmen." were the first words they heard her speak. They were soft, brittle, like she could barely force them from her throat. She had soft ivory skin and a rather small nose. Freckles coated her delicate face and she had a slight underbite. She was somewhat short, maybe around 5'3 or 5'4. Her body itself was wiry with barely any curves, along with tiny breasts. Her hair was silky and long and a deep shade of green, tied in a single bun to the side, which covered her left eye. Her right eye, however, was sparkling a beautiful hazel color. As she sat down, two specific boys could not keep their eyes off the new transfer student from America.

. . .

CARMEN'S P.O.V. 

Their voices wove together to create a tapestry of sound that blanketed the small classroom. There were twenty people in the room, twenty one if you counted the teacher, who was currently asleep in a compact orange sleeping bag. This is definitely an odd class, I thought to myself. Stranger than my class in America. But, then again, they were all dull.

I had been put in the desk in the center of the room. I sat, hunched over my notebook, staring at a blank piece of paper. Why weren't we taking notes or something? I heard U.A. was the best hero school in the world, that's why I transferred here. But, so far, the kids all seemed like idiots and the teacher didn't seem to do anything but nap. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the boy standing in front of me. "I'm sorry, what?" I blushed. I hated asking people to repeat themselves, because I know I hate it when people ask me to repeat myself, and I don't want to make anyone angry or frustrated.

"I said my name's Denki. You said yours is Carmen, right?" he was sitting on my desk, so I took my notebook and put it back in my purple backpack. I scooted my chair backward so I could put some distance between us, then nodded to answer his question. He smiled. "So, what's your quirk? Mine is electricity!" he made a punching motion at the air and I flinched.

"Plant manipulation. It's kind of lame." I mumbled, staring at my shoes. "I can manipulate plants to cure people, or to poison them."

"Are you kidding? That's awesome!" Denki punched the air again, but this time I didn't flinch. He was tall, with spikey blonde hair, which had a strange black mark on it. His uniform, unlike the others, was unbuttoned so you could see a hint of his chest, and when he spoke I caught a glimpse of a tongue piercing. "You just transferred here from America, right? What's the-"

Before he could finish, another boy with red spiked hair approached us. "Hey Denki, who's this?" he asked with a sweet smile. I tensed up. Like one boy wasn't bad enough.

"This is the new student, Carmen. She just transferred here from America!" Denki replied. Were they friends? It definitely seemed like it.

"That's cool. What state?" the red haired boy asked.

"Umm." I said, suddenly forgetting which state I was from. "Colorado."

"I heard it's nice there." he was still smiling. It was scaring me. "I'm Kirishima, but you can call me Kiri. It's nice to meet you."

Finally, after what felt like ages, Mr. Aizawa spoke up. "Alright, everyone to their seats." he mumbled, stepping to the front of the class. "Time to begin today's lesson."

The day went by rather smoothly. Even lunch, which I had been dreading for weeks. I sat alone, as expected, but I was allowed to have my headphones in so I didn't have to listen to everyone's loud voices. For the next week, every day went exactly the same: wake up, walk to school, sit in class, sit alone at lunch, back to class, walk home, tell me parents it was a good day, which wasn't exactly a lie. To be honest, I did wish I had more friends, but I didn't know how to talk to people.

Two weeks later, however, things evolved. My usual spot in the cafeteria was taken by a blonde boy, one I recognized from my class. Bakugou, his name was. "C-can I umm, sit here please?" I stammered. Thankfully, he didn't answer. He just nodded, so I sat across from him. C'mon, you can do this, I forced myself to think. You need friends, that's why you moved here. Just, speak. It's not that hard. Speak, speak, speak. "I-I'm Carmen by the way."

"I know." his voice was hoarse and deep. He seemed angry. Did I do something wrong? He seemed to think for a second, then said. "You're in my class, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah." shit. What was something I could say? This was my one chance to make a friend, I couldn't pass it up. "I, uhh, really like your quirk. It's a lot better than mine, haha."

It took him awhile before answering. "Nah, yours is pretty cool too." he said.

"Thank you!" I said enthusiastically. "In middle school, I was always bullied for my quirk. Flower Girl, they called me."
He smiled. Had he ever smiled before? "Yeah well, you'll show them."

I smiled back. "Yeah."

. . .

Over the next few days, Bakugou and I formed a friendship. We sat together at lunch, in class, and often trained together after school. Our friendship was based more on respect than anything. We both admired each other's quirks. One day, however, Bakugou was busy (off fighting a boy named Deku again), so I had to go to the gym alone. I didn't really mind it, as long as I had my headphones with me. Halfway through my workout, the red haired boy that had approached me on my first day of school was next to me. "Carmen, right?" he said.

I took out one of my ear buds. "Yeah." What was his name? Crap, I forgot. What was it?

"It's nice to see you again." Kiari. That was his name, right? No, that wasn't it. Damn, these Japanese names were all so tough. Kiri? That sounded right.

"You too, Kiri."

He laughed. SHIT! I got it wrong. Oh, God. I'm a horrible person. I couldn't even remember his name. "It's Kirishima." he grinned.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have-"

"No, no it's okay! I actually kind of like it." he put a hand behind his head and blushed. "Just keep that little nickname between you and me though, 'kay?"

I nodded. This boy was different from the other boys at my old school. Nicer, gentler. I liked it. "This may be way too forward, and feel free to say no if you want to but . . . would you mind taking my number?"

I blushed. Was a boy really offering me his number? "S-sure. Here." I handed him my phone, and he put his number in it. I noticed that he left his contact name as Kiri.

. . .

I didn't tell Bakugou about Kiri, not because I didn't trust him, but because I didn't think he would care. I texted Kiri once in a while, but we didn't necessarily hang out. Sure, we talked about it sometimes, but I had convinced myself he was just being nice, and I didn't want to take advantage of him. Nothing exciting happened for a couple weeks. I was walking home one day, when Kiri's friend came up behind me. "Hi! It's Denki, remember me?" he shouted so I could hear him over my music. I took both of my earbuds out so he wouldn't shout anymore.

"I remember you." I mumbled. "You're the boy who looks like Pikachu." SHOOT! I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out!

Denki laughed. "Well I definitely remember you. To be honest, I haven't been able to get you off my mind, Princess."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and continued walking. "Uhh, thanks." I said quietly. "I guess."

"So, do you have a boyfriend back home, Cutie?"

I accidentally laughed. "No boy's ever even been interested in me." I admitted, embarrassed.

"Well, you can't say that anymore." he smirked. He said it so casually, I didn't understand. Was he . . . flirting? With me? But why? "How about this, Carry." he stopped walking, pulled my phone out of my hand and entered his phone number. "How about I walk you home from school from now on?"

I could do nothing but nod.

What the hell was going on?