Mha oc

First day.... What a nightmare...

The morning sun streamed through the windows of U.A., spilling light across the hallway as I walked toward Class 1-A. My backpack hung off one shoulder, swinging slightly with each step. Earbuds dangled around my neck, though they weren't playing anything—I just liked the noise cancellation. I knew exactly where I was going. I'd been in this building a thousand times growing up, practically raised here while Dad and Papa worked themselves into the ground.

The teachers, of course, treated me like some stray cat they couldn't help but adopt.

"Late already, Ryo?" Papa's voice echoed down the hall before I even saw him. I glanced up to see his blond hair and shades coming toward me.

"Blame Dad," I called back, smirking as he ruffled my hair in passing. "Three snoozes this morning."

"Three? He's slipping," Papa replied with a laugh, giving me a thumbs-up before heading off.

A few steps later, Midnight leaned against the doorframe to the staff room. She grinned at me, that teasing glint in her eyes I'd known since I was a toddler. "Looking good, Ryosuke. Try not to get in trouble today, yeah?"

I shrugged, sidestepping as she bumped her hip into mine. "Define trouble," I shot back.

"You know exactly what I mean," she said with a wink before walking away.

Further down, Cementoss patted me on the shoulder as I passed. His hand was like a brick wall, but I was used to it. "Don't go making your dad's job harder," he said, his deep voice always calm and steady.

"Harder? You mean impossible, right?" I grinned, glancing over my shoulder at him as he shook his head with a small smile.

By the time I reached the door to Class 1-A, I'd been manhandled more in the last five minutes than most people are in a week. I pushed the door open, stepping into the room without hesitation. The conversations inside died immediately.

I didn't blame them for staring. I'm not exactly subtle.

"Morning," I said casually, scanning the room as I walked to my seat. My golden eyes probably freaked a few of them out—I caught at least one person flinch when they met my gaze—but I ignored it. My chair was near the back, and I slid into it like I owned the place.

At the front of the room, Dad was slouched in his chair, his ratty sleeping bag draped over his shoulders like some kind of war relic. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, but I knew better than to think he wasn't paying attention.

"Nice of you to join us," he said, his voice low and dry without even opening his eyes.

"Traffic was a nightmare," I replied smoothly, propping my feet on the edge of the desk in front of me.

"Traffic?" One of Dad's eyes cracked open, and I could feel the judgment radiating from that one look. "We live ten minutes away."

"Exactly," I said with a shrug, keeping my expression blank. "Nightmare."

The classroom burst into laughter, breaking the tension, though I could feel Dad's unspoken irritation from across the room. I didn't care. It wasn't like I wasn't used to this.

Dad muttered something under his breath before closing his eyes again, settling back into his usual semi-conscious state.

The other students were still stealing glances at me, trying to figure me out. I leaned back in my chair, letting my snakebite piercings catch the sunlight as I smirked.

This was going to be my year, and I planned to make it as memorable—and chaotic—as possible.