Akiara-- 2nd Gen BNHA

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

"Let's go, Akiara! Wake up!"  someone was jumping on my bed. I groaned, rolling over to check my phone. 7 A.M. already. I pulled myself out of the comfort of the worn duvet, glancing at the green haired girl who was still bouncing on the mattress that UA supplied us with.

"Fair warning. I am not a morning person unless you are handing me bacon with coffee"

"Your scary morning voice is cute. Get dressed! We are all walking to class together today. First day of school!"

Note to myself, do not ever give Komako Midoriya caffeine. 

My uniform was folded on my desk where I left it last night, trying to set myself up for an easy morning. I felt my chest tighten as I looked at it. Today was the start of my life. Preparing myself to get ready, I shooed Komako from my room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Classes started in an hour. Hero training officially started in one hour.

I pulled my hair back in a ponytail, pulling my pajamas off, catching a whiff of smoke as I pulled the sweatshirt over my head. Kiri's clothes always made me smell like I slept next to a campfire. But I suppose that was better than smelling like sweat when I woke up. I found a t-shirt to go under my button down, layering those before tucking the white shirt into the green dress pants. My grey converse were slid on, followed by the blazer. I decided not to wear the tie, even though it was the first day of classes. The school could get over that. I knew I would feel restricted if I wore it.

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I genuinely felt happy with how I looked. I just hoped my classmates were nicer today. I still hadn't figured out who, but several of them didn't like me, because of Bakugo. Apparently he really pissed off his classmates when he was in school. He obviously surpassed most of them, as a pro-hero and on the list. He was an angry hero, everyone knew that. But I didn't understand why they thought I was just like him. No one here knew my backstory. Yet, I was constantly the bad guy. The question was, why did Komako like me, if no one else did?

Grabbing my bag, I headed out of my room, and straight into Komako. She grinned at me, linking our arms to head downstairs where most of our classmates already were. She kept quiet, the little hop that was normally in her step, gone. She must be anxious too. Joining our classmates, I scanned their faces, everyone excited to be going to class. Komako said something to the group and they all started filing out of the building. She fell behind them to walk beside me, smiling as we walked in silence. I caught a couple stares by our classmates as they turned to look at me. I let my eyes drop to the ground, focusing on a rock that I started to kick down the sidewalk.

I felt like I didn't belong here. And my classmates didn't make me feel better about it. Their thoughts were constantly filled with doubt, mostly because of Bakugo, but they thought I couldn't be a hero, and be deaf. My birth parents thought the same thing, that's why they gave me up for adoption at the ripe age of five, trying to find a quirk, that I knew all too well to hide from the pair. I didn't fit in anywhere, and I knew it too. 

My classmates stopped to admire the brick building we'd be taking our classes in. I sidestepped them, heading in through the wide doors. Maybe I would save Komako a seat. I kept my hands shoved in my pockets as I hunted the halls for the 1-A classroom. All the halls honestly looked the same, signs above the doors the only indication I wasn't walking around in circles. The giant door stood out to me first, nearly reaching the ceiling. I guess they had to accommodate for all shapes and sizes in the hero course. I pushed it open, picking a seat on the far side of the room. Maybe I could actually concentrate away from most of the class.

The other 18 students filed through the door, the same look of awe on their faces because of the door, finding themselves desks to sit in. The one behind me stayed empty, everyone trying to avoid me.  Komoko rushed in after them, her face lighting up when I pointed to the empty chair. She sat her bag down then joined the boy with feathers and the blonde with pink skin to our right. He looked like an alien. He had to be the boy Kirishima took me on play dates with as a kid, when they were just fostering me. His mom had the same pink skin. I just couldn't remember his name for the life of me. The three of them glanced my direction and I quickly looked away, but not before I saw the boys shake their heads at Komako. Maybe the alien kid didn't remember me. I pulled my journal out sketching UA's building to keep myself focused on not crying in front of my peers. They didn't deserve to see me cry. 'It's a weakness'  Bakugo's voice came to mind.

I don't know why they hated me already. I was not any of my dad's, but everyone wanted to make me out to be. I was my own person, but I had no way of proving that to these classmates. Not yet. I don't think they even wanted to get to know me, and now I have to live with them for at least a year.

A tap on my shoulder startled me, my eyes jerking up to meet deep red eyes and black hair. I flinched away from the man, taking in the off white scarf and yellow goggles. He muttered something I couldn't hear, my quirk not registering. He blinked and hundreds of voices flooded through my head. I covered my ears, taking a breath as my quirk was mine to control again. I sighed in relief to the silence.

"A deaf student has no potential. She'll more than likely be expelled before the class is over," the man was speaking to the class, looking bored. His thoughts were obviously different than his words. I don't think he would say that to the class. He didn't sign anything like Deku had. He thought I was as useless as my classmates did. I don't know what I expected anything different.

"We have to change into our gym uniforms. We're testing our quirks!" Komako placed her hand on my shoulder, the class moving from their seats. I slid my journal back into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I slid out of my seat.

What was there to test with my quirk? I didn't have a physical one. Not really. Unless mental guessing games were involved, I was as good as expelled. I followed Komako to the locker room with my hands in my pockets.

Once out on the field behind UA, the teacher explained what we were doing. A physical test, by Komako's thoughts, using our quirks on gym tests we used to run in secondary school. There were eight fitness tests we had to go through to truly show off our quirks. There was the 50-meter dash. My best score in secondary was 9 seconds, but I also wasn't trying. I knew I wouldn't pass the grip strength test with flying colours. I had no need for all that hand strength.  Jumping never really helped me either, expect to avoid Bakugo's explosions. The standing long jump would get me no points either.

Even without my quirk, repeated sidesteps was my afternoon work out. Especially if Bakugo felt like helping. I might be able to get some points there.  Sit ups and the seated toe-touch were just basics, but I knew I wouldn't get any points there. On the distance run, they could count me out. Komako's thoughts seemed the most excited about the ball throw. Her previous score was 60 meters, and she wanted to beat that. In fact everyone seemed most excited about the ball throw. They all got chattering until the teacher said something that caused them to mutter quietly around at me.