I pull the uniform on, carefully pressing the lipstick onto my lips. I carefully swipe the warm berry color across my lips, pulling back to admire the job I've done. I frown slightly, before dabbing at the lipstick to dull it. Perfect. I used a natural look; skin tone eyeshadow with a slight glimmer, carefully done blush to highlight my cheekbones, and then my favorite lipstick. I smirk slightly, tugging on my high heels. I grab my messenger bag, carefully placing it to accentuate my curves.
I carefully brush a stray strand of my black hair behind my ear. The white tips of my hand hang down my back, and I admire my ruby red nail polish for a moment before swinging the door open. I stroll out, locking the door behind me. I start walking toward UA.
Third Person POV at UA
"Kirishima!" Denki shouts waving at the red-headed male. Kirishima grins at him, "there's a new student today!" Denki shouts, grinning. "It's a girl!" he adds, "She's supposed to be hot!" he adds again, and Kirishima chuckles at Denki's enthusiasm,
"Cool, can't wait to meet her," he says with a shrug.
Back to [Y/N]'s POV (I don't know why I switched POV either. Don't ask...)
I glance at the plates,
"1-A, 1-A," I mutter over and over again, attempting to find the stupid room.
After a few AGES of wandering around to find the room, I find the plate with 1-A carved into it. I swing open the door, feeling all eyes upon me. I smile brightly.
"Hello~ I'm [Y/N], a new student. It's so nice to meet you all!" I say perkily. My eyes fall on Izuku. "Izu!" I squeal suddenly, running over to hug the green-haired boy. "It's been years!" I add, he chuckles, hugging me back,
"Y-yeah," he stutters slightly. I pull away, seeing a kid with a black lightning bolt in his hair glare slightly at Izuku. "we knew each other in kindergarten through junior high," he adds, blushing. I smile,
"Yeah," I confirm, my smile perfectly fixated on my lips.
"Take your seats class," an exhausted voice says, ah, right. Shota Aizawa. The teacher. I wait for everyone to sit down before I sit down in a free chair next to a nervous-seeming girl with short brown hair. I lean over slightly,
"I love your hair," I whisper to her, she chuckles, blushing slightly,
"Thanks!" she grins. I prop my elbows on my desk, ignoring the feel of a pair of burning eyes on me.
Before I even know it, the day's done, and I'm walking home. I smile up into the night sky. Hero... the word seems both foreign and impossibly close. Even though when I was younger I always let Katsuki play the hero, and I was always the person in trouble, I've always dreamed of being about to save myself, and everyone else for that matter.
And now... I finally have the chance to do so!
I swing open my door, locking it behind me. I kick off my shoes, and toss my bag away. I quickly tug off my jacket, throwing it over a chair. I pull my hair up into a low ponytail, going to grab a wet wipe. I easily take off my makeup before changing into sweatpants and a tank top. I sigh happily, and flop down onto my couch, turning on the television. My phone buzzes and I fish it out of my pocket.
Mina: Hey! There's a party tomorrow night, and I'm inviting everyone from school! YOU HAVE TO COME!! Anyway, I'm not sure if you know how to dress, so I'll bring you a change of clothes! But please, bring your own just in case!!
I chuckle. I know how to dress for a party...I keep smiling though.
[Y/N]: I'll be there. And I know how to dress for a party!! Anyway, see ya there!
I grab the remote and turn on my television. I tune into a random channel, standing up to grab my sketchbook and pencil case. I grab them, and return to the couch, I wrap a blanket around my shoulders, and turn to a blank page, my eyes sliding closed.
I have a gift. A true one. I can remember something in perfect detail. For hours, days. Even weeks. All that I really needed to learn was how to put what was in my mind down on paper...
The image of the shining towering glass of UA High slipping into my mind, every shadow and curve printed into the very fiber of my being. I remember the trees and the way the sky bent and pressed against the building, as though trying to accommodate the sheer magnificence of it. My eyes flutter open, my pencil already moving, the lines appearing on the paper without me even feeling the pencil pressing against the paper.
It feels like minutes, but before I even know it, my wrist and fingers are cramping so badly I have to stop. I lean back, my hand shaking. I groan softly in pain, checking my phone.
"Shit," I mutter, it's been hours?! I glance back toward my drawing, smiling softly. Even though it's all in pencil, devoid of any color, it's like looking straight at the building. I smile proudly. The shadows are perfect, even the trees having every leaf perfectly recreated. I press my hand against my chest. The pain... was worth it... I gently close the worn leather book, putting my pencil away. I stand up, letting the blanket slide off my shoulders and fall to the couch.
I go to my kitchen and grab some ice, pressing it against my tender wrist. I sigh, not bothering to go to my own room. I just turn off the television, flopping down on the couch. I curl up, my eyes sliding closed.
I wake up the next morning to my wrist throbbing painfully. I groan softly, feeling tears gather in the corners of my eyes. I sit up, looking down at my hand. My wrist and fingers are slightly swollen, but they hurt a lot more than they look like they should. I sigh, grabbing a bandage from the first aid kit I keep in this room. I have one in every room in fact... I quickly wrap the bandage so it's a brace for my wrist, and keeps my fingers still. Then I grab the pain pills inside the kit. I swallow one dry, feeling the thin pill slide down my throat. I stand up, leaving my sketchpad and pencil case there, knowing it'll be waiting for me when I come home.
I get dressed, putting on makeup and letting my hair hang loose again. I tug on the high heels and grab my messenger bag. I smile in the mirror by the front door. My eyes widen in the mirror as I remember Mina's party tonight. I run back into my room, quickly finding a nice crop top and a hot miniskirt. I toss some makeup in my bag and change my heels, instead picking taller ones that help to make my legs look FANTASTIC.
I smile in the mirror once again, and fling open the door. I lock it behind me and start walking to school.
I flop down in my seat, and instantly Mina comes over my desk, slamming her hands down on my desk,
"[Y/N]! You're coming to my party right?!" she asks hopefully.
"Of course!" I tell her with a large smile. She chuckles,
"Good! 'Cause everyone's gonna be there!" she says happily, "Even Bakugou!" she adds, and I feel my eyebrows rise slightly.
"HEY! I NEVER SAID I WAS GONNA COME!" I hear Katsuki shout angrily, slamming his hand onto my desk from behind me. I find myself looking up at him, and I prop an elbow on my desk, rolling my eyes slightly,
"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" I tell him with a smile. He hesitates, his eyes connecting with mine. So you do remember me... maybe you're nicer now... maybe... "Pllllleeeeeaaaassseee?" I add, flashing him a large smile, remembering how that always worked on him when we were kids. He huffs, spinning around and stomping away, or maybe he hasn't changed at all...
"Don't worry, that's a yes for him," Someone jumps in, and I glance toward a guy with spiky red hair. I smile at him,
"Great!" I say with a smile,
"I'm Kirishima," he adds, pointing at himself with a large grin. I nod slightly.
"Can I call you Kiri?" I ask hopefully. He blushes suddenly, turning away slightly,
"O-okay," he mutters. I chuckle,
"Sorry, I'm terrible with names, but I can remember nicknames really well!" I tell him, resting my chin on my hand.
"Oh! Oh! What about me?!" Mina asks suddenly. I smile a bit,
"Pinky?" I suggest. She grins,
"Yeah!" she cheers. I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
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Random[Y/N] was a childhood friend of both Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya. But she had to move with her mother. After two years, she's back. But she's... different. The childhood [Y/N] always had a real smile, and despite her being quirkless, she alwa...
