Katsuki Bakugou ✔️

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FOR MI HERMANOS (my brothers)
if you couldn't tell reader gonna be MEXICAN
what's underlined is when characters are speaking spanish.
sorry for not writing those parts in spanish, my mamá didn't teach me how to write or read in spanish 🥲

1st POV

Middle School.

Hmm, What can I say about it. The whole thing is to prepare you for High School, it's not wrong. One time I walked by a fight, and people were cheering it on (including me). That will definitely happen in high school.

Y'know that Greg Heffly kid was right. Junior high consists of kids who look like they should be in High School and kids who look like they should be in elementary school.

But what can I do? It's the first day of school, and my mom is shipping me off to war. Alright Li Shang, it's time to make a man out of me.

I just moved here, and I am doing my third year at Aldera Junior High, yay.

When my mom and I moved here our neighbors invited us for dinner, and I ended up becoming friends with the son. Sero Hanta, my new favorite dude. He's friendly, and ALSO SPEAKS SPANISH. But me being friends with him doesn't matter anymore because HE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE! That traitor ended up at an other school, he's dead to me now.

What was I sayin? Right, I was complaining about me not having any friends at my school.

Well what can I do? Absolutely nothing.

My feet drag me to the class the sheet in my hand told me I needed to be in.

Finally, I reach the room and I slide the door open. I walk into the room, headphones on ready to ignore everyone, but I am stopped by the sensei.

I pull my headphones down and raise my eyebrows, indicating to my new teacher that I am listening.

"Write your name, and introduce yourself" He then turns back to the look papers in his hands.

Where I am from it would be the start of the school year, since I am coming in after summer break. But here, I am intruding on their second term/semester, so I felt kind of awkward.

My hand reaches the chalk, and I quickly jot my name down on the board. I shuffle to the side, "I am M/N L/N, I just moved here from Tijuana, Mexico. (heheheheheh, i'm playin, ya say whatever state u from) I hope we can be friends"

I look at the teach—sensei, and he tells me to go sit at the empty desk.

Since I have already learned all of the stuff they were teaching I mostly doodled on my paper, stared into space, and took naps throughout the first few classes.

At lunch, I walked out side to find a place to sit and eat my lunch from home.

So far this place hasn't been too bad, people are nice, the food here is great! What's not to like?

Not to mention my newly claimed lunch spot is beautiful. I am sat in a tree, that won't bother my allergies when it's Spring. The branches make a perfect seat and place to set my food down.

Another plus, birds fly up here and they are nice to me. At the ground there are bees that are really chill and don't try to sting me, one of them even landed on my finger and didn't sting me.

(Heheheheh ya get it birds and the bees)

I have been munching on my food for a while, and every so often I would throw a piece to my bird friends.

But my peace was broken by a voice.

"Hey you from Mexico?" the voice scares away the bird that was about to land on my hand.

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