Two best friends join U.A. for their own reasons. They both have villains breathing down their necks, trying to orchestrate them and use them as tools of destruction. Can the seed of love form in the midst of the painful and depressive trials that t...
Blue hues darted left and right as she sauntered down the hall past many students and kept her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. Sweat trickled down her skin at the thought of others possibly thinking negatively or giving her scrunched faces. Left, right, from one student to the other, her vision was blurring from the overwhelming sense of self-consciousness and fear. The girl kept watching each person from her peripherals that passed her, expecting a response, some sort of distasteful look, anything... However, all she could see were just people passing her by and not even so much as looking her way, not even a glance.
What she did notice, though...were some kids with very strange appearances having fun chatting with other students, and not once did they receive any negative input about their looks. "Maybe... They were right..." her mumbled words left her pale lips and the sound of her own heart continued to beat in her ears as it slowly faded into a calmer rhythm. Recalling what Haru and Eijiro said to her in the lunchroom, a gulp emitted from her throat. Deep breaths, in and out she took with a close of her eyes until she face-planted into someone's backside. "Oh, sorry..." the girl looked up and apologized after glancing up at someone who wore glasses.
"You! You're that cybernetic girl I saw earlier in homeroom, the new student!" With a jolt in his turn after noticing her small frame over his shoulder, he raised a hand in a chopping motion. With all seriousness on his face and blocky movements, the redhead simply stared at the stern boy.
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As quick as she could, pink tints dusted her cheeks after he greeted her and stepped aside to walk past. However, he stopped her by moving in her way and giving her a salute. "I'm Tenya Ida, the Class Representative of 1-A! As Class Representative, I expect you to remove that hoodie since it's not proper U.A. attire! To represent your school, you must show off your uniform and be more-" Before he could continue in his strict and overbearing, loud words, which the girl cringed at and looked away, a friend behind him gained his attention.
"It's ok, Ida, she probably doesn't understand yet since she's new!" Nervously acting, the same boy from this morning with green-ish hair, moved around Tenya's broad shoulders to stop him. The boy seemed nervous, acting rather frantic to try and stop him from lecturing the shy girl.
"Yes, that's right! Forgive me, but you'll need to remove that hoodie! Let this be a warning to you," With blocky and strange chopping movements with his hands, his stern look never ceased, and watched as she was about to rush past him.
"W- Wait! Saito, I'm sorry, he's just trying to make sure students represent the school properly!" Sweat beads flew off of the greenish-haired boy as he bowed to his waist, catching the redhead off guard a bit. Blue hues grew surprised at the sight of his behavior and took a step back, with a raise of her hand.
