Detonate

Everything new

This was it , this was the day.
I had already been up for hours, repacking my school bag several times, I had showered and had some coffee and wondered around the house fidgeting with my thumbs. I patted down my new school skirt picking off little specks of fluff. I wanted my first impression to be perfect. I had an ideal day planned in my head, from how I will look, how I will talk and (attempt) to make new friends.

I was never really successful at making friends. I would just latch on to one person and try to squeeze my way into their friendship group. It's never really worked and I always ended up being by myself or just being left out of the group. The last time I had a real friend (that I had made all by myself might I add) was when I was 8. We were neighbours and both happened to play outside a lot and we just clicked. But I moved away when I was 10 only to return to this town once again. I could see my old home from across the street. It was humbling.

7:30 am
Still too early, I flopped myself onto my stool and dug through my makeup bag. I didn't want to go too heavy, just enough for people to see I made an effort. I dabbed on concealer over my dark circles, they looked almost grey and sunken in like a zombie. Not really attractive if you ask me. I dusted over some blush and bronzer , just so I didn't look too lifeless before applying some mascara and lipgloss. I stared at my reflection in my mirror. I guess I looked less... dead?

My hair looked thin and dull , I flicked it around, switching up my parting before deciding that none of them looked right. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, with pieces hanging over my face. I bit my lip in frustration, nothing looked right on me. I gave up and left my hair as it was, trying to convince myself that I didn't care how I looked on my first day of school.

7:50 am
It was still early , but I couldn't stop fidgeting. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and slid my phone into my blazer pocket before heading out the door. I guess I could just take a longer route and walk through the neighbour hood.

It was warm and breezy, the weather I loved, I crossed the street and walked down the pavement , I recognised every house and could recall who lived there or used to anyways. Then there was mine, whoever lived there now had decided to leave it how it was. White and plain, with a few flowers my the front door. I remember as A kid always being scolded by my mother for treading into the flowers or jumping over them occasionally knocking off the head off the stems. Or when me and bakugou would-

My eyes diverted to the yellow house next to mine. I wonder if he still lived there? I stared at it momentarily considering knocking on the door. It played out in my head, he would open the door and I would yell surprise and he would grin at me like he always used to. But then again, we hadn't talked in years, i would doubt he even remembered me.

I took a deep breath and carried on down the road.

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I gazed up at the huge building before me. Crowds of kids pushed past me in the same uniform I was wearing. I whispered sorry to the crowd before being pushed again
"Out the way fuckwit" I heard, I looked down at my feet.
"Sorry" I mumbled not attempting to look up at whoever I had just pissed off. I got no reply and took that as a sign to keep walking to the gates of the school. My nerves were getting the best of me, I tugged my sleeves down so they covered my hands. I followed the directions to my classroom, the halls were packed with kids chatting away about excited they were and how they're so happy they got in. I looked around seeing little groups had already formed, how was I so late to make friends already on the first day?

"You lost?" I jumped at the voice behind me. A boy much taller than me smiled down at me , he had sharp razor teeth and red hair, however there was something innocent about him that I felt comfortable enough to reply.
"Uh yeah, I little I guess" I played with the ends of my hair trying to avoid eye contact.
"Ah me too! First day is always stressful, what class you in?"
"1-A" I said , his smile grew,
"Me too , cmon lets try and find it together" I nodded thanking him. He was friendly and confident and weaved his way through the crowds effortlessly . I was slightly jealous of his confidence, how he could just approach a stranger with no issue.

"I'm kirishima by the way!" He looked down at me , holding out his hand. I shook it ," Kia" I mumbled softly. He turned sharply , grabbing my hand in the process.
"Found it !" He yelled, pulling me towards to door. It was open and I could already see several people sitting inside at desks making small talk with one another. Some of them seem to recognise eachother, which only make me more nervous. Everyone thinks getting in to UA by recommendation is the best and you're bound to succeed but that is simply not true. Everyone had met during to entrance exams and had created their own special bonds with one another, I didn't have the opportunity to do so.

I quietly made my way in , desperate to avoid any sort of attention and slid into a seat roughly the middle row. So far no one had made attempts to speak to me, which I guess was a good start. I analyse everyone in the room noting their seats and who they were talking to. I already noticed little cliques forming. I watched the red head take his seat a row up from mine, nodding to me then conversing with his already made friends.

I started unpacking my backpack, checking my phone once more

8:54 am
The day was already taking a toll on me and it hardly had started.

"She's cute huh?"
"I guess , there's a lot of cute girls here kirishima" I listened in closely , I wanted the comment to be about me but like the other boy had said, there was other cute girls in the room.
The classroom began to fill up quickly , there was only one seat left , to my left side.

I watched the door way carefully , was someone late to class on the first day? I mean there was only 3 minutes until it started and everyone knows to arrive early-

My eyes fixated on the boy walking through the door. Blonde, spiked up hair, tall , scarlet eyes.

It couldn't be.
He lazily made his way over to the only desk left and slumped down in the seat.

Bakugou.

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Ahhh I'm so excited to be writing this story, I've had it planned for a while now! I don't start school for a week either so I have plenty of time to write! Hope y'all are enjoying it so far!