Afraid of being sheltered from the world, even after your utmost need to stay anonymous from the villains' eyes to protect your quirk, you plough your way to become the hero you always dreamed of. Being someone who can control death and life, you we...
You search your class. "1A...1A..1A... aww c'mon where the hell is it?" You bump into a blonde who looked like a gentleman... and was until you said you were searching for class 1A and it's your first day joining Hero Course. He started degrading the entire class along with you.
"I don't know who you are, and which class you belong to... you want an instant death? Try me again." You practically give him a death stare and he seemed a bit scared at you but kept degrading nervously as if you were joking.
Little did he know, you're entirely capable for that. A huge hand smacked his head and he fainted, and you were greeted by a friendly ginger girl behind him. "Hi... I'm kendo from Class 1B, sorry if he troubled you. May I know your name? "Esma... I'm searching for class 1A for a long time, would you mind helping me find my way?" You ask her vulnerably. She smiled at you and gave you the directions. "Thank you, Kendo," you reply sweetly. She smiled at you and said," Not a problem, hoping to meet you in joint training someday." You smiled at her and replied with a 'sure do'.
You end up in front of your following her directions and stood silently there for a while not that you're nervous but you had stinging pain in on right side of head. You ignored that random burst of pain until now and don't give fuck about it anymore. You slide past the door and see a lively crowd of classmates and some familiar faces from the U.A sports festival which you only watched the latter part, bursting with energy that your sleepyhead couldn't comprehend.
A tired man stood in front of board, only seconds later you realize him. The constrained fangirl behavior inside you was trying to get out of you but you continued to restrain her. He introduced you as a recommendation student. Who knew your dad being a detective would help you get into your dream school, but you weren't ready to forgive him even though you do know that this feat isn't trivial.
You could already hear a rise of murmurs and whispers from excitement and curiosity about you and your quirk. But you know you should shut your mouth.
Aizawa finished off with a sentence saying, "Your father is an old acquaintance of mine and both him and I expect a lot from you." I nodded with an, "yes, sir!" 'Well, pro hero Eraser-head being concerned about his student is something normal, my dad...whatever', you think to yourself.
There was an empty seat waiting next to a black haired girl. You think she looks cool, and take your seat next to her.
She startles you with a hand shake waiting for you, "Momo Yayorozu," and you return her a handshake with your name. She says that she's also a recommendation student along with a dual-haired boy sitting on the left-hand side of her. You nod with a smile, while your social anxiety slowly creeps inside of you.
You continue to observe the rest of the class silently. Ectoplasm's math class was oddly interesting while Momo answered all the questions correctly while you were sitting with the correct answers scribbled onto your notebook.
When it comes to training you're always ready to kick asses, but answering questions wasn't your strength. You scared of attracting even a tiny amount of attention towards you. You gave in your books and Ectoplasm looked at you with a smile, at least that's what you thought. You got a smiley face on your notebook. Well, that was too cute to not smile. Next class was Present Mic's; you were pretty good at English so you spend the entire class doodling something onto your sketchbook.
You took quick looks at the blonde-spike haired guy three seats in front of you. You try to remember his name but couldn't, you slightly nudge Momo questioning his presence. She pronounces his name and then you suddenly remember, 'Bakugo-hmm...I don't understand why they chained him up like that though, seems like a blonde with anger issues. Why is U.A full of problematic blondes?' You think to yourself remembering the guy you met in the morning.
You sigh to yourself and the other two classes seemed to go swiftly. The lunch bell rang, deepening you hunger. You pull your jacket you hang on the chair and you little backpack and left the class earlier that your peers.
You can't help it you were starving. You get your food and sit in an empty table, quickly munching onto your food while swiping past posts on your social media. You grin at the memes and finish your lunch faster than expected, and just as you were about to leave the cafeteria you were interrupted by the blonde from earlier. He crosses your path, introducing himself as Monoma.
You introduced yourself furiously in return and tried to move past him, only to be interrupted again. "Kendo kept annoying me to apologize to you, so yeah sorry..." He says insincerely. You reply him with an, "It's fine," and stride past him towards the exit.
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