Graceless (bnha&oc)

New Beginnings

Today was the day you'd start 8th grade at a new school. Due to certain circumstances, you were left without a home or any kin to take you in during the summer, though eventually a sweet older woman took you in. This wasn't your first new school, so you wanted to say you were pretty accustomed to the process of being a new kid. Too bad you couldn't say that, considering you grew increasingly more nervous about your classmates. At the age of 13 you still hadn't shown any signs of a quirk. You've come to terms that you were quirkless, despite both of your parents having strong quirks. That being said, you were often ridiculed for being quirkless the older you got. You wouldn't have cared, but after a few years you got tired of the teasing. To compensate, you acted utterly unapproachable to all your classmates. People typically got the message not to mess with you; many kids were a little intimidated by your sharp tongue. This year would be no different. Your hands clasped around the straps of your backpack as you walked into class. You scanned the classroom. Of course you didn't know anyone, but you were still interested in the students. You met the sapphire eyes of a dark haired girl. She smirked while you hid your face in your pink locks, face flushed completely. How embarrassing! You found your way to a seat near the window with your head down. Eventually class started; a spunky, red haired woman stood in front of the class. She introduced herself and explained the activities your class would be doing to break the ice. You sighed while she passed out the papers you'd be using. These stupid "getting to know each other" activities were always a pain. Typically you faked doing them just to receive credit for them, seeing as speaking to strangers gave you terrible anxiety. She gave the okay to start and your classmates awkwardly conversed with each other. You crossed your arms over your chest and laid you head against the seat. You stared at the ceiling. You didn't expect more than one person to really even think about asking you to fill in their paper. To your surprise, 3 students surrounded your desk. You sighed slightly and picked your head up to look at them. Once again you met those sapphire eyes, though this time you didn't react. You glanced over the kids. A pretty girl with short blue hair, a greasy looking boy with long black hair, and a spikey blonde boy with strange glasses. The girl smiled widely, "I'm Nemuri Kayama! Would you like to trade papers with us?" she said eagerly. 'Not particularly...' you thought. However you didn't say that of course, instead just saying "Sure." with your typical lazy, half lidded gaze. She thrusted 3 papers towards you then grabbed your own. You briefly looked at the papers and checked off and initialed one of the squares on each of their papers. You slid the papers back to their side of the desk. "So you like cats? So does Aizawa!" She gestured to the rather tired boy next to her. You had a minor stare down with the boy, both of your eyes locked to his own lazy gaze as he inspected you. It made you super self conscious, though it didn't show. Your hands desperately grasped at your skirt under the desk as a means of distracting yourself. The blonde boy spoke up to break the tension, "I'm Hizashi Yamada, and you are?!" he shouted rather loudly, flashing a toothy grin. "I'm Kasai Akasuki..." You met his eyes for a moment while you trailed off. You wanted to say more, you just couldn't bring yourself to find the words. It's not like these strangers would be intrigued with you for much longer anyways. The female was about to speak once more, though was interrupted by the teacher asking her class to turn their papers in. The three students turned away, Hizashi grinning and waving to you. Nemuri turned around to look at you once more, "See you tomorrow Akasuki-chan!" She winked, running to catch up with the two boys.

They were weird, to say the least. You tried to block the interaction from memory, though didn't succeed. 'See you tomorrow Akasuki-chan!' Her words kind of pissed you off. Who refers to a stranger so informally! Sure, you didn't care much about stuff like that, though you couldn't help but question her lack of manners. You couldn't wait for he to stop teasing you. Or at least that what you thought she was doing, it's unlikely she wanted to make friends with someone just because they made accidental eye contact. You took your pillow and held it over you face, letting out an 'ughh' of annoyance. You were totally overthinking it, but you probably weren't gonna stop.