Away

Two

"Class 1-C." I mumble, standing in front of the giant classroom door. I could've tried for a higher class but C would be better for me. I mean, I did get into the school.

I open the door, coffee in hand, only to see one other person in the room. A guy with messy purple hair with bags under his eyes, much like mine if I didn't use a bit of makeup this morning. "Hi." I say looking at the seating chart. Turns out I'm sitting next to the guy. Thank Aang they didn't put my family name with my given one, as I had requested.

"So you're Azula?" he asks. I nod, pulling out a manga to read, "And I can assume you're Shinso Hitoshi." I reply verbally without the need to change my voice like I normally would.

"I'm surprised you're not asking what my quirk is." he remarks.

"I'd sooner ask about your Starbucks order than your quirk, tells me more about you personally than your quirk. Though occasionally quirks and personality do match up." I reply.

"Really?" Shinso asks blandly "My go to is a Venti Cubano with about four to six shots of espresso. Sometimes I get it iced as Trenta. What does that tell you about me?"

"Well," I put my book down "it tells me that you are possibly insomniatic, though the eye bags could tell me that too. But the fact that you get it iced tells me you're probably not straight."

"Surprised you got that last bit right." he says "I'm Pansexual, you? If you don't mind me asking."

"Straight as far as I know." I tell him as more students enter, taking their seats, causing our conversation to die.

"Why the heck do you have coffee?" someone asks, obviously to me. "To keep me from killing someone." I answer frankly, causing those that heard to tense up a little, not that I give two shits.

"Everyone to your seats." a person, whom I am assuming to be our homeroom teacher, enters the room just as the bell rings, causing the rush of people taking their seats.

"Welcome to General Studies. I'll be your homeroom teacher, I'm the Inventory Hero: Inva, I'm Nonbinary using they them pronouns." they say "Any questions?"

There is none, so our teacher continues, "Okay then, why don't we go around and introduce yourselves while I take attendance rather than me calling names." So that's what we did, everyone making sure to talk about their quirk Then it comes to me.

I stand up "My name is Azula, no need to know my family name. I normally get a black coffee with espresso depending on how much sleep I get and some half 'n' half first thing. But I take any type of coffee really. Red Bull normally gets me through the day." I say on a monotone "I have yet to get a pair of wings unless a particular hero, that I will not name, is hogging them." all still in a monotone as I resume my seat.

"What's your quirk?" someone asks. I give a sigh "I don't know why that is the question you ask." I could lie and say I'm quirkless like normal but "My quirk is something that you don't need to know. Maybe later, but not now." Though I did mention it, kinda.

No one else asks about it, nor my lack of using my family name, thank goodness. Too many memories tied to my quirk and name, I can tolerate my given name better now compared to when I was a kid. They're not bad memories, just ones that turned sad to remember. Just what happens when you lose your family.

Hello, Khole here! So I might've made another universe for Azula. But I get ideas and I roll with them so here you go! Hope you enjoy!