Sweetheart - Katsuki Bakugo x y/n <3

2. Lonely eyes

y/n's POV

I cup my hands under the faucet, splashing cold water against my warm cheeks in an attempt to gather my nerves. i reach my shaking hand to turn off the tap and grab a paper towel from the dispenser. Being the new kid is the worst. being the New kid at the most exclusive and competitive Hero school in the country is like throwing a sheep to the wolves.

once I dry my hands and face, readjust my tie 7 times, pull down my skirt and restyle my hair i push the toilet door and head out into the main hall of UA.
lines of children queue outside their respective classrooms waiting for their teacher. loud chatter echoes off the high ceilings and tall glass windows as i squeeze and push through the hoards of students.

apparently my first class of the year will be outside in the training arena meaning i have 3 minutes to make it all the way from the front entrance of the building to the back end.

it's practically impossible to make it through the crowd filling up the corridor, so i scan the array of people i'm stuck between to look for an faster option out of here. I can't be late on my first day.

a boy with pale blue hair who appears to be a third year stands to my left, seemingly beaming from one spot to another six feet away in a just a second. His friends laugh and watch in awe. i watch as he appears then disappears from space to space using his quirk which i assume is teleportation, to impress his friends.

Once he teleports close enough that i can reach him, i extend my hand and lay it on his shoulder. "sorry just trying to squeeze past you" i say with a sincere smile while activating my quirk. he assures me it's fine and steps to the side so i can pass by. i feel a surge of energy as his quirk transfers through me.

i stare at an empty space on the other side of the lengthy hallway and picture myself there. i close my eyes and once i open them again, i've teleported out of the crowd and right in front of the doors leading outside.

As i pass through the large red door, i'm met with a cool breeze fanning across my face. clear blue skies are cut by the trimmed green grass of the boundaries of UA. I spot a large group standing around a pitch in the middle of the yard. most adorning sports uniforms except for a slim man in dark attire with a bone white scarf entangled around his neck and the very identifiable All might at his side.

2A, i assume. The other man must be my teacher. Shota Aizawa. A distant, undistinguishable string of orders are shouted at the group of students as they seemingly listen intently before one student turns and notices me heading towards him. the yellow haired boy taps his friends causing him to turn and stare too. before too long, the whole class has realised and turned their necks 360 degrees like a hoard of owls, staring me down. I try desperately to make out words in their slew of whispers and only manage to hear "i guess you're wish came true huh bakugo?" from a cherry red head at the front of the group.

"ah, you've finally decided to join us hm Ms (l/n)?" Aizawas' voice shouts over the whispers, silencing them.

i look down to the watch on my wrist. 9:00am. i'm exactly on time.

"if you're on time, you're late (l/n). come join me up front will you" i follow instructions and pass my classmates until i make it to the front. i finally look up and scan their faces. almost all i recognise from last years sport festival. I match their faces to their respective quirks in my mind. Red hair at the back, hardening. tall nerdy one, engines. Blond one giving me a death glare, explosion. a nervous smile etches itself on my face as i take note of everyone.

Without relying on the quirks of those around me, i'm useless. meaning it's essential to my fighting style to understand how to manipulate others quirks and rapidly evaluate how i can utilise them. and i can't do that without knowing what they even are first. when i found out i'd be transferring to the hero Course, i made it my mission to have the jump on my classmates so when i was eventually asked to display my quirk, i wouldn't be blind sighted. Considering everything this class has been through together over the past year, it's very obvious that i'm an outsider here.