𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙//mha fanfiction// mha x reader

first day

//a week later// at home//

Your P.O.V

After waking up from a peaceful slumber.i did the same mistake again, i slept late again because of excitement. My eyes squinted.

8:34 AM. First period starts at 8:40.

I gasped loudly. "GAH! CRAP! WHY IS TIME SO FAST??"

I roughly yanked my blanket off and tossed it aside and threw myself over my bed. I landed on the floor with a loud thump and I sprinted for my uniform that hung over my chair by my door. I trampled down the stairs and undressed on the way and I immediately grabbed my clothes.

Letting out a desperate breath, I stood over the chair and pulled over my head, a long-sleeved dress shirt and pulled up my skirt.

"Hurryhurryhurryhurry," I chanted to myself, making myself dress faster.

I scrambled for my tie then slipped it over my head and fastened it on with a hard yank. I dug a finger under it to loosen it a tiny bit.

Picking up the pace, I threw myself onto the chair and dragged my shoes close to me with my feet, while I sloppily buttoned up my shirt. When that was done, I pulled on some socks and stood up. I shoved my shirt down into my skirt and tucked it in, putting on a black thigh high socks ,grabbed my bag, and grabbed my shoes which hung from my fingers. Putting it in i run out of the home.

I use my stop time zone. I run in my time zone .After seeing the school, I picked up the pace I had made it to the gate.Once I'd set foot into U.A grounds,i undone my quirk.

I run to my classroom,slam the door open and panting. "I finally made it" i say after heavy breathing.my attention was placed on the classroom, looking around.

It was empty.

"Oh, dammit," I whispered underneath my breath.

Well, that's what I get for being late generally, I guess.

I sighed. "I can't help myself, can I?" I asked myself.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned around in a circle and scoped out the classroom.

I saw that my classmate's bags were on their desks. Every desk was occupied. So there must be 19 students. Pretty good, for the number of students who took the exam.

I looked around a little more for my desk and I had eventually found a free desk at the very back of the classroom, so I set my bag there.

After placing my bag on the surface, I shook my head and propped my hands on my hips. "Okay, now where would they be off too?" I asked myself, tapping my foot on the floor.

Usually, by my observance when I was younger, Uncle Shota always skips the ceremonies and the school orientation and dives headfirst into the Quirk Assessment test. He does this with every class he gets, so that means they'll be outside somewhere.I sweatdropped at the thought of a Quirk Assessment.

Poor kids. You won't even last a day. Literally.

Uncle's famous for being one of the harshest teachers here. He's expelled almost every class he's ever had, and they all didn't even last a year. I call him the 'dump truck' because that's exactly what he does. He dumps rubbish (rubbish in his point of view I guess. They weren't even that bad).

I made my way out of the classroom and jogged around the school to get to one of the training grounds. I walked down a flight of stairs and did a few twists and turns before I eventually ended up where all the training grounds were.

I looked around the place and most of the training grounds were empty except for one.

I had guessed correctly.