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As I approach the school gates from the sky, I notice a large crowd lingering next to the entrance arc. Seeing as they are blocking my usual landing space, I slow down and settle further away on the sidewalk. The crowd has professional cameras in hand, alerting me that it's media reporters.

'Time to put on the charm.' I smirk as I arrive at the back of the crowd of reporters. "Excuse me, guys. I'm hoping to pass by so I can make it to my class on time." Giving my most dazzling smile, even though the media gets on my nerves half the time.

"Young lady with the wings, What is it like having All Might as a teacher?" One questions as I start pushing my way through the horde, using my wings to give me extra space.

"Well, it's quite the experience having the Number 1 hero as a teacher," I reply, not giving them any inside details of the man. As I face away from the numerous cameras to the gates inching closer, a lady attempts to enter school grounds tripping the security walls. I stare at the rising walls, annoyed by the overdetermined news lady, then sigh, "Looks like another route of entrance is needed. Step back please folks!" I raise my voice attempting to capture the attention of those in close proximity.

After the majority of the ones closest to me take tiny steps back, I ruffle my wings. 'I gave a warning. If they get smacked, it's not my fault.' Then bending my knees, I flap my wings as I jump up to travel over the school gates. As I pass over the walls, I look back to notice the unlucky and disheveled reporters who were immediately in my wing range. I chuckle to myself, now landing inside school property, with Aizawa on my right.

"Ugh, I hate the media." He grumbles, staring at the gates now hiding the crowd.

"I couldn't agree more, sir." I smile at the grumpy man. "I'll see you in class, and don't worry; I'll make it before you since you have your hands full with these ignorant reporters." Aizawa mumble's something under his breath, but I don't hear as I already turned to make my way towards the main building.

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"After going over the footage of the battle trials yesterday, I have some advice for you." Aizawa swiftly started the class soon after entering.

I zone out on my paper doodling random things, not entirely interested in being reminded of my loss yesterday. Top it off with the stuck-up comment Todoroki made. The mere thought of it had my anger rising. As I spiral in my rage, I begin harshly clicking my pen open and closed until a hand reaches from behind and halts my actions.

"That shit is annoying. Cut it out, Birdgirl." Bakugo whispers as I turn my head to face him.

I stare for a moment glancing between his crimson narrowed eyes and his hand cupping mine with the pen. Even though Bakugos contact was only an action of stopping my pen clicks, it startled me.

"Stop fucking staring at me like that, you fucking shitty Birdgirl." I'm brought back to the present when Bakugo speaks up once more before focusing back on what Aizawa is lecturing about.

"Takami," I swivel my head towards the front as it was now my turn for pointers from training yesterday. "You did a good job of avoiding the first few attacks from Todoroki, you strategized cleverly based on your opponent, and your hand-to-hand combat was above my expectations, but you still lost." 'Gee, the man knows how to give a compliment.' "You let yourself get distracted, which wouldn't have happened in the first place had you remembered that you were not alone and had teammates. Next time, refrain from letting your target get the better of you and remain focused and level-headed." Aizawa finishes, and I grimace, reminded of the downhill spiral towards the end of my battle.

"Yes, sir. I'll do better next time." I reply with a strict nod.

"Now we have some important business." At this announcement from Aizawa, the class begins guessing what it could be. "You all will be electing class representatives for the school year. Decide however you would like. I don't care." And with that, the sleepy man tucks himself away in his yellow sleeping bag.

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