You were on your way to school. The morning breeze made contact with your face, calming you in the process.
From afar you had noticed a crowd of people in front of the gates of your school. Reporters.
You saw that all of the students entering the school were bombarded with questions from these reporters.
You took out your ID card and prepared to avoid the reporters.
You hurried and walked towards the gate. Right when you were a couple inches from the gates, you were talked to by a reporter.
The reporter shoved a microphone to your face and asked questions. Soon, more began to ask you questions.
"Is it true All Might is a teacher?"
"What does he teach you?"
"Are you a student in the hero course?"
"What are your thoughts on All Might teaching here?"
This irritated you. You hated being physically close to so many people. This made you claustrophobic.
Suddenly, a arm grabbed you from the crowd and pulled you into the school.
You turned around to thank the person and saw that it was your favorite male from middle school.
"Hitoshi?"
"Hey." He said.
"Thanks for saving me back there."
"No problem."
"I haven't seen you in forever. Where have you been?" You asked.
"At school, obviously." He answered sarcastically.
You rolled your eyes.
"I missed you."
"Aww I missed me too."
"Are you serious?" you scoffed then playfully punched his shoulder.
"I'm joking. I missed you too, and your lunches. We should eat lunch together sometime."
"We should. Well, I should probably head to class. The bell is going to ring soon. I'll see you later, Hitoshi." You smiled and wanted him goodbye before you walked off.
"Bye, (Y/N)."
He watched as your figure disappeared into the school building.
He was disappointed that you weren't able to have a longer conversation with him. He wanted to ask you what class you were placed into.
You entered the classroom and sat in your seat.
You looked at the bi-colored male. You caught him looking at you before he quickly turned his attention to the board.
What were you going to do with him? You wanted to be friends with him, but sadly he sees you as a threat.
The bell ran, signaling class was about to begin.
Aizawa stepped into the classroom seconds after the bell had rung.
He stood behind the podium and set his papers neatly onto the wooden base.
"I hope you guys are well rested from yesterday's battle trial. I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluation."
He shot a stern glance at Bakugo.
"Bakugo, stop acting like a 7-year-old. You're wasting your talent." Said the teacher.
"I know.." he mumbled.
Aizawa turned his attention to a certain freckled boy.
"Midoriya, are you always planning on destroying your arm? You need to learn how to adjust your quirk without harming yourself."
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Fanfiction"You're not reaching your full potential because you're scared of your own fire. Don't you want to be a strong Pro-hero?" "I do! It's just, whenever I use my fire, I always hurt someone I love.." •-•-•-• A hero. That was what you wanted...
