BNHA OC scenarios

first day of school

I stood in front of the large door of my class, feeling nervous. I was questioning my life decisions. New places made me nervous but, trying to keep hopes high, I tried to assure myself that starting over can be a productive experience. Everyone here is new to this school and there might even be someone else from a different country. I was not alone in the unfamiliarity that comes with this first day of school.

I pushed the door open. There was only one other person in the room.

"Hi, welcome to the classroom, my name is Iida."

A tall boy with black hair was cleaning the chalkboard. I would have assumed that the board was already clean considering it was the first day of school but, there he was, cleaning it.

"Hello." I looked over the empty desks for any indicators of assigned seating but the desks were unmarked. "Is there assigned seating?"

"Not that I'm aware of but I assume we will sit in alphabetical order."

"Oh, alright." I sat my bag and ukulele down by the teacher's desk. There was no way I was going to know where to sit until the other students came in.

"You never gave me your name," Iida looked at me with a smile. He was a very clean cut looking lad and spoke with stern certainty.

"Sorry, my name is Jaden."

"Jaden?"

"Oh, well, I guess my last name comes first. Brass, Brass Jaden."

"Are you foreign?"

"Yes, Jaden is my first name."

Iida sat down at a random desk and pat the desktop next to him. I sat down, looking for conversation. "How long have you been in Japan?"

"I got here about a week before the entrance exam. I'm only here for school."

"Do you have family you're staying with?"

"Oh, no. My parents are paying for me to stay in an apartment while I'm here."

"That's very nice of them."

"It would be." My parents were more than happy to send me to a different country alone. They don't care to deal with me past the legal requirements of feeding me and giving me a space to live. I had to get a part time job as soon as I turned 14 to buy myself new clothes and other necessities that they refused to pay for. I had to pay for my uniform on my own.

Iida was going to inquire about my life more but was, thankfully, interrupted by a group of students entering the room, my new classmates. Iida started sitting people based on name and say me down in the second row. Although the students weren't too gung-ho about him sitting everyone to his own liking. He grabbed my bag and ukulele for me and sat them down by my feet.

The general mood of the classroom had changed from calm to lively. Everyone was introducing themselves to each other and starting conversations. They complimented each other based on how they made it through the entrance exam and familiarized each other with their quirks. The smaller friend groups were already forming. I watched and listened to each little group as best as I could but got bored quickly and pulled my sketchbook out to both fix my boredom and calm my nerves.

Sketching was a simple thing for me. Nothing I doodled would have any true focus or goal, it was just meant to pass time. I looked at Iida who was rapidly approaching this blonde dude with his feet up on his desk and decided he would be the subject of my doodle page seeing as he was the first and, so far, only person to talk to me. The corner filled up with graphite in the shape of Iida's face, albeit more cartoony. I started on the second sketch of him but stopped because the class was suddenly completely quiet. During the first doodle, another student joined the noise and was followed in by the yellow mass of what turned out to be the crustiest teacher I've ever seen. Despite his entrance and introduction, I continued doodling. The first face I drew was angry, the second was neutral.