ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ꜰᴜʀʏ ; ᴀ. ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ

c h a p t e r o n e

I sat in the back of the class, twirling my pencil as pro-hero Cementoss went on about modern literature , scribbling down on the board as eveyone took notes. My eyes roamed the classroom before landing on him. Again. He sat in the front with Nejire, hunched over his paper, his eyes only leaving the paper to quickly glance at the board before looking back down. I watched as his leg shook and he rubbed his tired eyes.

"You're staring again." I jump a little in my seat, startled from my thoughts, Kim was grinning like a madman and wiggled her eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes at her teasing and huff in annoyance.
"No I wasn't."

"You stare at him everyday, why don't you just ask him out?" I watch as she pulls her dark hair to the side and leans back in her seat, waiting for me to answer.

"I've never even spoken to him, Kimmy. " I whisper as I see Cementoss glance in our direction. I look down at my paper, pretending to focus on my notes.

"Yea well you still have a massive crush on the him. He's cute but I'm pretty sure the poor boy would faint if you even said hi to him." Kim scoffs, her eyes staring in his direction as she studied him.

"He's just shy I guess." I quickly defend and she raises her eyebrows at my defensiveness with a wicked smile .

"Ask him to the valentine dance."

"What? No-"

"L/N! Akiyama! Do you have something you want to share with the class?" Cementoss calls us out and all heads turn in our direction. Oh no. I start to slump down in my seat as I felt everyone's eyes on us. Kim just smiles," Apologies sir, y/n and I were just talking about the valentines dance!"

"Like anyone would want to go with her." I hear one of my classmates mutter with a few agreements following. I look down at my desk and slump even farther down in my seat.

"Enough. You two... just save this conversation for outside the classroom. Now back to the lesson..."

"Assholes." Kim says as she glares at my classmates. I just shrug, wanting this class to be over so I could go hide in my dorm. Kim continues muttering profanities and I dare to glance up at him. I wonder what he thinks of me.

My gaze meets his indigo eyes and widen at his stare. His face was in his arm but I could see his eyes looking at me. I held his gaze for a second before the boy blushed and quickly looked away.

He probably thinks I'm a monster.

"Don't listen to them, if any of these assholes even took the time to get to know you, they would see you're not who they think you are."

"Don't worry about it."

The final bell finally rings and I quickly pack up my things before leaving the classroom.

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"You're holding back."

I groan as my back hits the floor, the air getting knocked out of me. I roll over and get back up on shaky legs.
Mr.Aizawa looked at me with boredom, I roll out my shoulders and glare at the pro-hero.

"Am not. " I snap.

I so was holding back.

He raises his eyebrows at my obvious lie. I am required to train with Mr.Aizawa instead of training with my fellow classmates. It's been this way since I came to UA. It wasn't special treatment, people just had a problem with me training with their kids. Apparently I could seriously hurt someone, but anyone can hurt someone in my opinion.

"I've seen you beat up four pro-heroes at once, y/n, and you were 14. You're holding back."

He was right. Fighting was second nature and I was pretty good at it. Too good. Although I don't remember anything before UA, Aizawa sometimes mentions things that make me wonder what the hell I was doing before UA. I remember when I first joined UA and one of my first lessons was to fight four pros. I beat them with ease and after that I only trained with Aizawa. How did I beat them? No clue. I lost my memory but I didn't lose my skills nor control of my power. It's never made sense to me.