I know I have to be in class at 8:10 am. I check the time on my cell phone. 8 o'clock. Fuck! I'm going to be late! I button up my white shirt and tuck it into the skirt I was given as the school uniform. I grab my bag and shove the few items of clothing I own into it. I tiptoe out of the small apartment I shared with some not-so-nice people. I climb out of the open window in the kitchen then bang down the fire escape as fast as I can. I jump off of the last part and my feet hit the ground making a loud SMACK! sound. I round the corner of the building next door and take off running down the street in the direction of UA.
Based on how much traffic I see here, it should take me exactly 13 minutes and 42 seconds to get to UA, then a little longer to get to my classroom
I think to myself as I scan the people on the street. I pull out my phone and check the time again. 8:04. Great, I'm going to be late on my first day. I pick up the speed and run as fast as I possibly can. I may not have a quirk that helps with speed, or pretty much anything physical, but based on what I've grown up with I'm rather athletic.
I run and weave my way around the people on the street, yelling for them to move aside as I speed past them. I hope with everything that I have that my homeroom teacher will be nice, I'd rather not get yelled at in front of my peers on the first day. I pull out a piece of paper that I stuck in some of the holes of my fishnets on my left thigh so I wouldn't lose or forget it. I unfold it and try to read it as I run. On the front is a map of the school, with my class starred in blue ink. On the back, it has my classroom number and my teachers name.
Class 1A -- Mr. Aizawa
Well, he sounds nice enough.
I fold the paper back up and put it back in my fishnets to retrieve when I get to the school.
When I get in front of the school I check the time again, class started seven minutes ago. I groan and run up the front steps of the school. I pull the note back out of my fishnets and open the front door of the school. I try to get my bearings and figure out where I am and how I should get to the classroom. When I figure it out, I run all the way to class. I have to stop suddenly and my shoes make a loud squeak on the floor in front of my classroom. I can hear the entire class go silent. I facepalm and mentally call myself an idiot. I take a deep breath and open the giant classroom door.
As soon as I open the door I can feel eyes all over me. I felt my face heat up but I tried to look like I didn't care. I really didn't want to draw attention to myself like this. I already know I have no idea who any of these people are so I don't bother looking for someone I recognize.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Aizawa," I tell the man at the front of the room.
"I will not tolerate any tardiness, miss. Now find a seat," he says, seeming very disinterested.
I nod and sit down in the only open seat, the seat in the far back, middle row. All of the students have stopped looking at me now. I slink down into my seat and set my backpack on the ground next to me. I don't even bother to look and see who I'm stuck in between. Aizawa continues what he was saying. He tells us that we're going to have a quirk assessment, then tells us to get dressed. I grab my gym clothes but I'm not sure where to change so I just follow the other girls in the class to the changing room. I change then hurry out to the field Aizawa told us to go to.
When we all get out there, Aizawa has a student demonstrate his ball throw while using his quirk. It goes really far, and the whole class seems to be in awe. We go through a few tests. Of course, I'm not very good at any of them since my quirk doesn't give me any physical abilities. I try to strategize how to use my quirk but unfortunately have no luck. I start to get scared when the assessment begins to come to a close since Aizawa said the last place student would be expelled immediately.
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Todoroki x Reader
FanfictionThis is a first-person fanfiction between Todoroki from My Hero Academia and the reader. A not-so-classic love story...with a lot of action.