The Quirk Inside

eleven

"You guys! Did you watch the news last night?" You flicked an eye open and looked to Hagakure, her uniform floating in her seat as usual.

You had your hands crossed over your chest, leaning in your desk chair with earbuds listening to music. Legs down since you had a school skirt on, obviously. And you were told that girls must sit formally.

Meaning legs cross, sitting up right with your hands resting on your thighs. Well, at least that's what your biological parents always instructed you to do. You never really followed that rule, it always ended in you being slapped whether you followed it or not.

Plus the blonde in front of you also had his desk chair leaned back, copying your posture, except his hands were behind his head and his legs prompted up on his own desk.

After last night you were pretty beat. You had a losing score of 24-36, with Kiri in the lead. He really stood you up in Call Of Duty. Though, you had the disadvantage since you didn't even know you could throw grenades and had no idea how sensitive your crosshair was when aiming.

"It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screentime, though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background." The girl continued, putting her hand onto her chest, referring to herself.

"Probably not." Shoji agreed.

Oijiro sat up more in his seat from his comment. "It is difficult to stand out when you're just gloves." He pointed out, trying to make her feel better.

"We're totally big deals." Kaminari from across the room spoke. "Those news channels love us! We're basically celebrities."

The word "celebrities" made goosebumps crawl up your skin, what would Kiri's Mom say if Kaminari said that in front of her?

"Yeah, it's kind of crazy right?" You heard Kirishima chime in.

"Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked. That's what they care about." Jirou mentioned.

"Who knows what would have happened to us if the teachers hadn't shown up." Sero commented.

"Did they at least accurately get how angry Bakugo gets." You said, smirking at the blonde in front of you as he turned around in his seat. Those ruby eyes staring into your own as his teeth clenched once more.

"Why'd you say that?!" Mineta shouted in agony.

The purpled haired boy made you startled, your earbuds falling from your ears onto your lap.

"I'm going to pee myself just thinking about it!"

"AW, SHUT UP! GROW A PAIR LOSER!" Bakugo shouted, his hands smashing onto your desk as he faced Mineta, who was 2 seats behind you.

The class continued talking about the news, until a certain someone came shouting as the clock struck 8:19am.

"Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!" Iida came swinging his arms like a robot to the front of the class. Spreading his arms to the direction of the class as his palms were facing downward. Seeing everyone was seated he put his head down in sadness, walking quickly to his seat with rage and distress.

"Morning class." A mumbling sound occurred.

"Mr. Aizawa?! What are you doing here?!" The whole class shrieked, the unexpected teacher standing in the doorway with a face and body full of bandages.

"Mr. Aizawa! I'm glad you're okay!" Your class rep spoke.

"My wellbeing is irrelevant. What's more important is that your fight isn't over."