2- The first day

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Touya's POV

I stood there as everyone's eyes were on me with smiles on their faces. So much for not wanting any attention on me. I look over at the teacher though to break the silence "so what's your name huh?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest. "Well I'm your teacher Mr. Axel. You can either call me Mr. A or just mister whatever works for you" I nodded as I looked at everyone again. I waved with a slight fake smile on my face as I wanted to get this day over and done with. I was never a big fan of school so this was gonna be very boring to me no matter what

"Care to share something about yourself Todoroki?" I heard as I looked over at him glaring daggers in his direction. One thing to know about me, I hate the family name so him calling me that gets under my skin a little bit. "Well how about we start with this. Don't call me that I fucking hate it. I have a name which is Touya so it would be your best option to call me that instead ok?" I said with a fake smile on my face like usual. Who can blame me though I mean when father gets stopped on the streets and shit we all pull fake smiles. Makes people think we're a happy family. Anyway all I did was glare at him after. He nodded as he spoke "alright well thank you for that Touya. You can take a seat behind Keigo. I was about to hand out the schedules" he pointed to a seat in the back which was good enough for me

I sit down and put my head down not wanting to deal with this shit. I was already annoyed as it is just by being stared at. I mean my first impression was fine with me. Maybe that'll keep people away from me so I can mind my own business but who knows what will happen in this school. The teacher hands out our schedules so I look at it when I get mine noticing a class I'll at least like. Music. This may not be as bad as I thought. After a bit everyone was sharing what classes they had with friends

The boy in front of me turned around with a smile looking at the classes he had while looking at mine. His smile grew a bit as he looked at me with his golden eyes which I have to admit were very pretty. I think I could just look into them all day if I could. "What's that smile for?" I ask as I move my white hair out of my face to see him a bit better. "We have the same classes silly! See" he showed me his classes while I looked at mine very carefully. He was right though our classes were the same so I guess I can follow him around to get used to the school then I'll just- "Isn't that exciting!" he said distracting me from my thoughts. The way he acted was like he had a lot of energy in him. He was just perfect. It was like staring at an angel. "If you need help I'll show you around to each of our classes since ya know they're the same" he said, his voice pulling me out of my own thoughts again

I swear he might be the death of me. "Uh yeah sure" I smiled slightly only to feel a tap on my shoulder interrupting our conversation. Three girls were standing next to me, to close may I add. "Your Touya right?" I nod "its nice to meet you. We really hope you like it here" she said as I just respond with a quiet whatever and moving away a little. "If you want we can help you. I'm sure it'll give us a lot of attention" alright then so that's what they wanted

Ok let me stop here for a second. Sometimes I thought that this wasn't gonna be so bad while other thoughts tell me it was. A little spoiler here: this is definitely not what I was expecting

"No thank you. I already have Keigo helping me so could you kindly fuck off" with that the bell rang and everyone got their stuff leaving. I got up as well placing the paper in my pocket and pushing passed them since I towered over them a little. Perks of being tall I guess. I was about to walk out of the class when I felt a hand wrap around my arm. It wasn't a firm grip and the hand was small. For some reason it brung a bit if comfort but nonetheless I turn around only to be met with Keigo's beautiful eyes looking right at me

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