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This morning, my anxiety levels skyrocketed. Well, that's not entirely true. My anxiety peaked last Sunday night. It didn't even occur to me that starting anew would mean going to a new school. I was a complete nervous wreck all morning!

'What if people make fun of me?'

'What if I don't fit in with other people's quirks?'

'Will the kids pick on me?? What do I do? Do I fight back or stay quiet?'

The incessant thoughts continued to swirl in my mind. Dealing with stress from my previous school was already overwhelming, but now I'm starting at a completely new school. This isn't just any American school with students of diverse backgrounds; it's a school in Japan. I can't help but feel a bit apprehensive because I haven't encountered anyone who looks like me here.

"Come on Y/n...get your act together...!" I grimaced to myself as my face was hidden in my hands. I took deep breaths, feeling the weight of the upcoming event settling heavily on my shoulders. Despite my efforts to calm myself down, the nerves were relentless, clawing their way back to the surface each time I thought I had a handle on them.

'I can't sit on my bed and stress forever...'

I sucked in some air, held it for a small second before releasing it through my nostrils. I finally got up off the comfort of my bed, shaking the last of my worries off my shoulders before grabbing my school bag. "Everything will be..." I sighed before continuing. "...just fine!" And with that, I swung open the front door to exit the comfort of my home and head to my new school with a tad bit of encouragement within me.

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'Maybe it was just my imagination...'

The start of my new life here at school has been peachy. Nobody has said anything particularly rude towards me at all besides some occasional stares from students which was enough to deal with already. The only thing they got under my skin was how I had to introduce myself in every class. Just the remembrance of standing there up front like that with 20 students or more in the classroom was already too much for me.

But what caught my eye was a boy. No, not in the way where I already had a crush on someone—not at all. But he did catch my eye. He was loud, outgoing, and had a very large ego that sent shivers down my spine. He looked intimidating with those piercing crimson eyes of his that even had me trying to look as tiny as possible just so that he wouldn't pay any mind to me. When I first heard him speak it boomed across the classroom. He made it clear that he was on top of everyone around him and that he had the highest chance of success in becoming Number 1–famous—getting into U.A. High. He made sure that everyone knew it and heard it. He did it on purpose. He wanted people to acknowledge the fact that everyone else was dirt underneath his feet. Every one of us—not just in the classroom but in the entire school. Including me.

I'll have to say that I admire his dedication and confidence. He doesn't need someone to be his ego booster, to be his confidant, to be on his side. He can handle himself perfectly fine without assistance. But I didn't approve of the way he treated another boy who also caught my eye.

I watched him closely as he sat among the crowd, looking out of place and uncomfortable. There was an air of unease about him as if he didn't quite fit in. It wasn't just his appearance that struck me as odd; there was something deeper, something missing in him. It was as if he carried a hidden potential, a spark waiting to be ignited, but lacked the means to bring it to life. I couldn't help but recall the hushed reaction in the room when our teacher mentioned his ambition to join UA. The silence was so profound that the distant sounds of the streets outside seemed to seep into the room.