Element

3: Gigantic Doors

Third Person POV

Two months after the entrance exam, the first day of school finally arrived.

Y/N's sleep was interrupted by the introduction of bright sunlight into her room. She rolled over and groaned, not wanting to get up. But she checked her clock anyway.

8:10.

Wait.

School starts at 8:25.

"SHIT!" She yelled.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could, quickly combing and putting up her hair, brushing teeth, and dusting on a bit of light makeup. She opened her closet to find the uniform that was sent to her a couple weeks ago that consisted of a white button down, gray jacket, green skirt, and red tie.

Y/N threw on the shirt, leaving a couple of buttons open at the top. The gray jacket went on top. She ditched the skirt and put on a pair of baggy jeans instead. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to tie a tie, and ended up just draping it across her shoulders. After grabbing an onigiri from the fridge, pulling on shoes and socks, and making sure her mother had everything she needed for the day, the girl ran out of the door, grasping tightly onto her bag.

This is so not a good impression. It's the first day and I'm going to be late.

Concentrating, she launched herself into the air and sped toward the direction of the high school. She made sure to keep pretty high and out of sight, as she knew it was illegal — and a trip to jail was not on her bucket list.

Once she touched down on school grounds, she speeded towards the building and checked in with the attendant at the front desk.

"Hi! I'm Y/N L/N. I'm here for the hero course."

Without looking up, the lady said, "Class 1-A. You're late by the way."

"Thanks!"

The girl ran off once again.

She picked a hallway that looked like it led to the classrooms, and thankfully, she was right.

Y/N finally stopped to take a breath in front of the unnecessarily huge door.

It's only 8:29. Not bad.

She steadied her breathing, and smoothed out her jacket.

As she stepped into the room, twenty-one pairs of eyeballs rested on her.

Oh.

She turned to face the teacher, who looked like a very worn out stoner with too many pets.

I like him already. She thought as she bowed her head politely.

"Please forgive my tardiness. My name is Y/N L/N."

"I couldn't care less. You're here." The teacher dismissed her comment with a wave of his hand. "I'm Shota Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. Please take a seat."

Even though Y/N was extremely windswept and slightly out of breath, her good looks still caught the eye of many of her classmates.

She was oblivious, only looking at Midoriya and Bakugo — the former giving a smile and the latter a brutal side-eye.

And so unbeknownst to her, many eyes widened, many glances were exchanged, and many smirks flashed. Something about her exuded confidence and charm that was extremely attractive.