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THREE YEARS AGO TODAY.
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The first class of the third year just a few minutes away from starting. The classroom was as it normally was. The sun shined through the glass windows, eavesdropping on the days attendance. Students doing homework they forgot to do the night before, some asleep, others making up late work, or studying. The usual home room class activities.

And in the mist of all the tranquility, Bakugou yelled at his classmates as they teased him.

"Guys stop, you know he might explode if you keep at it." Jirou picked at, as she tossed a pencil which accidentally got caught in his hair.

"Ok ok ok, we'll stop." The yellow haired boy said, while holding onto the red-head who was still holding his stomach in laughter. Sero's head was on the desk as he laughed along with the two boys as Bakugou struggled to get the pencil out of his hair. The conversation turned to things that they heard around school, about who started dating who over the summer, and who had gotten expelled. They gossiped like petty little girls, who had nothing better to do. Jirou also being included because she know most of everything that happens around campus.

"No yeah, and then she said that it was the dude that was in class 1-e last year, that was messing with her boyfriend because apparently she didn't know that he was gay in the first place." The boys oohed, and ahhed as that simple piece of information tied a knot around the whole story.

Mina suddenly banged her hands on the desk, coming out of no where, to get their attention. She squatted down, and placed her hands on the desk before she spoke. "I heard that class 1-A was getting a new student this year..." the pink haired girl said, while drawing circles on the desk with her finger.

The boys clicked their tongues, and scoffed at Mina's comment. "Nah you're just lying to get us all riled up, Mina." Sero said playfully rolling his eyes.

"Exactly. And I thought UA didn't add new students in, after the second year?." Kaminari adds.

"No I'm serious! Yayarozu just told me! Apparently, they were originally supposed to be in class 1-b, but allegedly they have this god-awfully strong quirk that they bumped them up to class 1-a so that Mr.Aizawa and the other teachers could work with them one, on one. She also said they they tracked her down all the way from France!"

"Nah you're kidding..right?" Kirishima asks in a contemplating manner."

"There's no way that you're in your third year and you still need constant one on one assistance with your quirk? Honestly, they're too old for that." Bakugou said in an agitated tone.

"Believe what you want to. But when I'm actually right, I expect $10 from all of you. Me and Yayarozu will be splitting our soon to be cash." She got up from her squatting position, and turned around on the heel of her foot with attitude before returning to talk to Momo.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, and returned to listen in on the conversation that the boys were having once again. Jirou leaving from her seat to go talk to Momo, and Mina to ask more questions about this mystery person so that she wouldn't have to pay that $10.

"I mean, if we did have a new student...I mean..what if she's hot?" Kaminari asks fantasizing about what the student would look like.

"She didn't even say if the kid would
be a girl or not you dumbass." Bakugou said with an attitude.

"Uhh yeah..but what if they are?"

"Goddamit Kaminari, you still haven't found a girlfriend?" Sero chimes groaning. "I mean come on, are you going to feen over every girl you come into contact with?"

"You never know. The love of my life could walk into that door any minute-" before he gets to finish his sentence the classroom goes silent, and Mr.Aizawa walks into the classroom the door closing behind him. As he makes his way to his desk, a girl that trailed behind him stood in front of the class, as she was instructed to, starting fiddled and fidgeted with her rings that laid along her fingers.

She looks back to the teacher, awaiting his next order while he gets his papers ready for the day. She stood awkwardly facing the class, watching her feet to avoid looking at the class, her hair falling in her face.

"Alright class, take your seats, we have a new student. Be respectful as she presents herself." The teacher said. The girl looks back over her shoulder to get an inviting nod to tell her to start. She turns back to the class and faces them with her head up.

"My name is Y/n L/n and I'm a transfer student from France."

The class erupts into small chatter making Y/n somewhat nervous.

What did she say wrong?

Students turn around in their seats to talk to their classmates behind them, students eye their friends who sit on the other side of the class and others try and shush their friends.

All four of the boy's mouths drop, staring at the front of the class "Oh my god she's
h-h-hot-" Kaminari says before he short-circuits and drops to the ground

"Holy shit?!" Sero says as he and Kirishima rush to Kaminairs side, trying to slap the yellow haired boy awake. They shake his arms as they all realize the conversation that they so previously had with the pink haired girl. The 3 boys turned around in unison to look behind them to see Mina with a smug grin on her face rubbing her thumb against the 4 of her fingers mouthing "I want my money."

"Class quiet down. L/n is a transfer student, and I want you all to treat her with respect, help her get adjusted and give her a warm welcome." The girl bows her head to the class and shows a small smile.

"L/n, you can take a seat behind...." Aizawa scans the room looking for an empty seat, seeing one behind Ojiro at the back of the class. "Take that seat in the back." He points. Gaining a nod from the girl as she starts to head towards the back of the class.

As she's walking down she aisle she accidentally makes eye contact with a blonde boy who sat with his eyes widened, and arms crossed.
They both held eye contact as she passed by his desk. The both of them in shock.

Y/n took her seat, and the teacher decided to take the initiative to start his class, the blonde boys name beginning to linger in her mind for the rest of the day.




"Katcha."

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