Surviving Teen Life and Villains, A Guide with Myra Bonét

3~ Saved By the Bell

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Son of a bitch.

Of all the people to almost get into a fight with, it had to be that damn explosive blonde.

"Shut the hell up, I just want my damn lunch." She snapped, very close to throwing a sucker punch straight into Bakugou's jaw.

"You should've thought of that before you bumped into me, you damn extra." He shot back.

"I'm not an extra you pissed off pompom." She hissed trying to sidestep him again.

She was flanked by a few girls, all of whom seemed wary of the fight. Bakugou had already proved himself to be a formidable opponent, and yet Myra refused to let a man get in her way.

Her shoulder was grabbed harshly, and his mouth opened to yell another insult. Before he could say anything though, he was shut up by a fist hitting his cheek.

Bakugou stumbled back as those around them went dead silent.

"Thank you. I think I'll be getting my fucking food now." She said, turning and shoving her way through people before anyone could stop her. Surprisingly, no teachers said anything.

Jirou ran after Myra, catching up at the lunch line.

"You're lucky he seemed too shocked to do anything." She said. It seemed she spoke too soon though, as a few explosions erupted. It was followed by yelling and people scattering.

Myra just sighed and grabbed her tray, jogging away and slipping into a seat next to a random classmate. He had bright yellow hair, and from what she remembered his name was Kaminari.

"Hey there, I hope you don't mind me." She flashed him a smile before pulling her hair into a bun and ducking slightly. It was her best attempt at hiding in a place like this.

The yelling only continued as Myra ate quickly, Jirou having joined the table. They both talked with the group at the table, Myra making most of the conversation. Kaminari tried to hit on her, but he also seemed to want to know a lot about her life in America.

She knew she stood out, with her white hair and bicolored eyes. But in Japan, she drew more attention for being an American.

"So what do you guys do for fun over there?" Kaminari questioned excitedly.

"Well, I guess the same as here. Hang out at a mall or an arcade, maybe a sleepover in the summer." She said, rubbing her neck awkwardly.

She shoveled the last bite of soup into her mouth and glanced around before excusing herself quickly. She disposed of her tray and jogged outside. She didn't like the uniform's shoes, they were too hard. No arch support. They also clicked way too loud when she walked down the hallways.

That was probably why she didn't notice the person following her until she was slammed against the wall.

On instinct, she tried to kick the person, but his hand caught her leg.

Her eyes met his, and she sneered at his scowl.

"What the hell do you want now pompom?" She snickered.

Bakugou almost growled at her, teeth clenching together. "I'm not a pompom you bitch."

She just sighed, eyes moving down and realizing his hand was still gripping the back of her knee so she couldn't move away.

Unfortunately, it put her in quite a compromising position. If he looked just right, her underwear would be on full display.

Fortunately, he seemed more interested in trying to intimidate her into... Something.

"You know, if you wanted to fuck me this bad you could've just asked." Myra smirked at him, wrapping his tie around her hand and pulling him in. "Of course, I probably would've said no. I like my boys a little more... Polite."

"I didn't fucking ask your opinion." Bakugou snarled.

She rolled her eyes and released his tie, tugging her leg away from him. "Then what do you want?"

"You fucking humiliated me, I want a fair fight. I'll prove I'm the best!" He practically yelled.

She just looked at him with the most done look she could muster. "Who the hell are you proving this to? Cus I promise they aren't that important."

"I'm not doing this for anyone! I'll kill you, fairly!" He threatened, holding a hand up and creating sparks.

Myra didn't even flinch, just looked at him boredly. "Honestly, that's a bit sad. Having to fight everyone is boring..." She blew a gust of wind over his hand, sending the sparks back into his face.

He blinked and sneered at her before she pushed him back by his chest and walked away.

"So you're scared to fight me!" He taunted.

Myra shook her head, looking back at him. "No, I just don't want to waste my energy on a little boy who can't even accept he's already good enough." She smiled at him and continued on, disappearing up the stairs as the bell rang. Now she had 5 minutes to get back to the classroom.

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Surprisingly, the rest of the days classes weren't much different from something you'd find in any other high school. English, Japanese, Literature, Math... The works.

The only difference was that the teachers were all pro heroes. It was like Beyonce teaching you algebra, and a few obviously were getting used to being taught by people who you heard about in the news almost every week. 

Myra already greatly enjoyed English, being raised speaking it, but their loud, blonde teacher made it even better. 

She never liked math, and the fact their teacher was terrifying to look at did not help. She couldn't even focus on what the guy was talking about, she was too busy staring at the perfect copy of their teacher writing a formula on the board.

Her favorite had to be history though. Why wouldn't it be, with a raunchy teacher who wouldn't stop cooing over every student and every correct answer? It was also fun to watch half the boys and some of the girls(Myra included) drool over Midnight. 

Before she even registered what time it was, the last bell rung. The class was dismissed, Iida shouting at everyone to be orderly and go straight home.

Myra just laughed at him as she made her way back to the shoe lockers with her bag. 

Unfortunately, she knew she was being hatefully watched by a pair of red eyes as she walked to the train stop with a small group of friends.

But, the day was over and now she could just relax.