Broken || Neito Monoma X Reader

Classmates

It's been a couple months last time I went to U.A. I've been training myself basically everyday. Eight hours.

I never trained with my dad however. When I want to fight with my dad, I want to come out as the winner. I just need to get stronger.

I'll give my dad an even bigger name in the media. I know that stuff doesn't matter in being a hero, but I only want the best for my dad, and if that involves more recognition, so be it.

Do I expect to make friends? Not exactly. I don't need them. I'll use them if I have too. None of the students at my school were even going to U.A. It's a new start for me. I'll put a better name at that school.

Everyone besides my father is basically my personal ladder to success. If I need them, use them. They're the ones throwing themselves around me anyways.

Today is my first day at U.A. I don't know what my dad has planned, nor do I really want to know. I want to be the most efficient one there. I will be without a doubt. No one can possibly be on my level at this place.

I put on my U.A uniform and messed with my hair a bit. I splashed some water on my face and called it a wrap.

Dad called me from outside to hurry up, or I'll be late. I jogged down the stairs and grabbed an apple. I grabbed my key and quickly shut the door.

My dad sat inside the car as I sat up front with him. He looked at my breakfast and shook his head. He grabbed out a milk carton with a pack of bacon.

"You're not going to live without eating, (Y/N). If you don't eat you'll be a skeleton."

I nodded and mumbled a thank you. What a dad. It's not that I don't like eating, I love it. Who wouldn't? It's just that I don't want to overdo it with my body.

We pulled up at the front of U.A and he dropped me off as we drove to the back of the school. It's pretty packed here, just not as much as last time.

I just want to remain calm and rational throughout the year. I don't want any unnecessary fights with losers like these here.

It's pretty bad when I only thought that one kid had potential here by just the looks of it. It was that explosion boy. He wasn't in recommendations, and he has a better quirk than half of them there. Hopefully he'll be in my class. If he isn't, he isn't. Then I truly could care less about him.

I started humming a tune to myself as I was walking up the giant doors of U.A. I heard screaming behind me.

"HEY YOU! WITH THE (H/C) HAIR! HOW DID YOU GET IN?!"

Was he talking about me? I turned my head a bit just to check, and apparently it was towards me. God damn it. Really? Is this karma, or what?

"Oh, it's you from that day. From my point of view, you were horrible at the exams, I wouldn't see you anywhere in the hero course." I smiled.

He looked at me dumbfounded for a while. He does look like he doesn't have a big brain. He then gave himself a giant smile.

"JOKES ON YOU! I ACTUALLY MADE IT TO THE HERO COURSE, SO YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME! TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU IS THE NAME!"

This boy is too loud. Can't he calm his tits for a second at least. My ears are practically bleeding from his voice.

"What kind of stupid name is that? I actually pity you now. You should be lucky that I pity you, I rarely pity anyone."

It's true. I don't pity anyone. But his name is just sad. Even I feel horrible for him. Maybe if he tells a villain his name at the urge of being killer the villain will just leave feeling bad.

I walked inside, finding Class 1B. Too many people talking. This annoying boy is still following me too. I'm going to get a headache before I walk into the classroom. Pathetic.

"Why are you following me? Don't you have better things to do like get your teeth checked?" I asked, irritated.

He shakes his head, ignoring my insult that flown at him. "I'm in Class 1B, so it just so happens I'm following you. I promise. IT ISN'T MANLY TO FOLLOW A LADY LIKE YOU AROUND!" he screamed the last part out at the top of his lungs.

Great. Just great. Wonder what other rejects made it inside my class. I feel bad for my dad having to teach these idiots. If this guy is already this stupid, imagine the other students in my class. Imagine the grade. This is all pathetic.

I got to my class, still being followed by this idiot. I'll just have to shut him out. He isn't important anyways to me. I waited for him to take his seat first so I could sit far, far away from him.

There is no way in hell I'm going to sit next to him. He's like a loud ass speaker that plays the same horrible song on repeat at a party.

I sat in the third row. It wasn't really filled up in here yet. No one sat next to me, which I'm grateful for. I want to sit with the best of the best.

A girl with vines for hair took a seat by me. She tapped my shoulder. "Greetings, classmate I'm Shiozaki."

What's with the formal talk? Is she an alien or something? Can't someone just get a flamethrower and fire her hair off?

I didn't feel like wasting my time on anyone else so I just shook her hand. At least she doesn't seem like a loud dumbass.

I put my stuff on my desk and laid back a bit. My pencil dropped on the floor so I went to go get it before anyone else uses their filthy germs to get it for me.

I reached down for the pencil and got my hand crunched by some white ugly ass shoe. The pain struck me for a couple of seconds.

The shoe wouldn't get step off of my hand. Screw it. "Get the hell off of my hand, or I'll crush your body with my desk." I hissed.

I didn't dare to look up. The person would see my face. It wasn't the best looking at the moment considering my hand was getting crushed.

"Whoops. Sorry. Is your hand too cold?" the boy asked. It's that boy. Why am I getting the horrible classmates.

He stepped off my hand, and grabbed my pencil to place it down on my desk in front of me.

He sat in the other desk next to me. Before I could get the chance to say anything back, or do anything back, my dad walked in.

Wrong time, dad.