Surviving Teen Life and Villains, A Guide with Myra Bonét

2~ Try Hards

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Slamming another robot into the ground, Myra mentally counted the points she racked up. She was no math whiz, but she was confident in her adding skills at least. So far she had to be in the top five at least. She saw a few doing better than she was against the machinery, but that was to be expected.

As she sent a metal arm flying away into a wall, she continued on down the fake streets. The explosions and crashes clued her into where the most action was happening. Turning the corner sharply, she jumped over a discarded leg.

A bright light drew her attention from the crashing in front of her. Looking up, she watched as a form flee over her. Flashes of light from his palms appeared to be the way he was moving, jumping from one robot to the next like it was nothing. Each one exploded and clattered to the ground, leaving a trail of destruction behind him.

Myra watched as he attacked a larger not before moving on, not stopping to watch it teeter and begin to fall on others on the ground. She sneered at his retreating form and rushed forward, collecting air before sending it all to redirect the hunk of metal away from those under it.

No hero acts like that... Who the hell does he think he is? She thought as she vaulted over the debris.

Slamming a tornado into a low point robot, she huffed and glared at a distant explosion. The loud voice of that blonde commentator echoed around the the testing grounds.

"THAAAAAT'S TIME!! THANK YOU FOR DOING YOUR BEST TODAY, AND WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU THIS SCHOOL YEAR!!!! GO PLUUUUUS ULTRA LISTENERS!"

Myra really hoped he wasn't always that loud.

She dragged herself along back to the front of the testing area, watching as others talked with those they knew or just themselves. She just tugged out the hair tie holding her hair in place, pulling the braid apart. Her long hair fell back into place, strands of it sticking to her face.

Looking back up from the cement, she spotted the ash blonde hair in front of her.

Ugh, that jerk face. She sped up her trudge slightly, pushing past him and others in an effort to get back home faster.

"Oi, watch where you're going you fuckin extra." He snarled as she elbowed through him.

She whipped around and glared at him, cracking a smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't realize you existed." She shot back, continuing on and ignoring any other remark the pom pom had to offer.

That seemed to really make him angry, a string of insults and mini explosions erupting behind her. She suppressed an amused laugh and jogged along, eager to take a shower and maybe get her school things in order.

•••••

A week and 4 days later, Myra was tackled by her mother as they squealed. The puck that sat on the coffee table displayed All Might giving her the wonderful news she had been accepted, and class 1-A was waiting for her eagerly.

Jumping up and down, she grinned wildly as her mom yammered on about how proud she was. They barely ever got along, but now at least was a time to be excited.

"I am so, so happy for you sweet pea! Oh my goodness, you're gonna do great things!"

Myra could only muster a laugh, jumping again before being hit with a reminder from her brain.

"Oh no. I completely forgot to buy any school supplies!" She snagged her gray bomber jacket and shrugged it on, dashing out of the apartment and to the nearest store for notebooks and a million pencils. 

•••••

"UA, the prestigious high school for wanna be heroes. Follow the map, just follow the map..."

Myra muttered the words scribbled on the sheet of paper quietly. The last thing she wanted was to be late or to get lost on her first day. First impressions were everything, and she was determined to prove that she belonged in this class.

She stopped in front of a very... Over sized door and looked back down at the map. She glanced at the plaque and took a deep breath, entering the room with a straight face.

She was expecting an orderly class, maybe even a teacher already at the front of the room.

What she got instead was a very loud argument between a boy with glasses and that blonde kid from the test.

"I don't have to do jack shit four eyes!"

"Such language! I would expect better from a student in class 1-A!"

"Then be disappointed!"

Myra burst out laughing, drawing both their attentions back to her.

"The hell are you laughing at nerd?!"

"I'm so sorry, please, continue your fight. It's really entertaining." She covered her mouth with one hand and slipped into a seat diagonal from the angry one with his feet on the desk.

His red eyes narrowed slightly as he remembered who she was. "Hey, you're that extra from the exam."

She leaned her head on one hand. "Extra? I'd say more of the main character. My name is Myra Bonét, but please, call me Myra."

She offered a hand, not surprised when he just scoffed and looked away from her again.

The boy with glasses stepped in front of her, shaking her hand vigorously. "Tenya Iida! It's good to see at least someone here has manners." He said bitterly, glaring at bakugou who still refused to take his feet down.

Myra raised an eyebrow. "Manners? Me? Oh, I'm gonna have to ask you to rethink that one." She smiled and leaned back in her chair. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

As Iida continued to scold the blonde for having his feet on his chair, more people filed in. Some seemed to know each other, others seemed lost. There were all kinds of people, including a bubblegum pink girl, bird headed boy, and even a boy with multiple arms. The class was bound to be interesting, if nothing else.

And that was even before their teacher showed up.