"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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Admittedly, you were running a little late.
You got carried away jamming to the music that Todoroki had left on your iPod and slipped it under your door earlier, so you had first missed breakfast, then you were late to your first class of the day.
You'd put a little mascara over your eyelashes to look somewhat presentable, in the expected case that you were to be placed under agro scrutiny by your teacher for your actions as of yesterday.
You slam the door to your dorm and jog down the hall, your short skirt riding up while you amble over campus to locate the 2-A classroom. Your legs skipped fast, and your breathing was well-controlled, you hadn't kept your earphones in because you couldn't bare the thought of them being confiscated from you.
When you make it to the room, you immediately shove the door open.
Why is this damn door so stupid big!?
When you make it into the room, the entire homeroom academy had looked over you, clearly worried. You did pickup on how many of the faces from the first day, which initially looked terrified of you—but smiled at you, of all things.
You didn't smile back, because it made you feel entirely weak. You had to remember not to stoop to the hero's level, that would he disciple from a young villain of your impressive stance.
But there was another reason you didn't return the smiles at Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Jiro or even Todoroki.
That reason was Shouta Aizawa.
"Class, i'll have to excuse myself for the moment," he groans tiredly and walks in the direction of the door, "Iida, I trust you to keep everyone in order until your substitute arrives."
Iida immediately stands from his seat, one hand to his eyebrows in routined respect, as he would if he had been recruited into the ARMY services. Which he had not. "YES SIR! YOU CAN LEAVE THE SAFETY OF MY FELLOW STUDENTS IN MY HANDS! I'LL TAKE GREAT PRIDE—"
"SHUT UP FOUR-EYES! WE GET IT, JUST SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"
You found Bakugou's little outbursts amusing and whimsical, although annoying.
As Aizawa passes you, he speaks small words to you which uprightly demoralise you for the moment, and you clutch the strap over your shoulder in alarm.
"Come with me, now."
You decide to comply, and follow behind your unpersuasive teacher out into the hallway. He closes the door, and you stand in front of him. You readied yourself.
"How hard would it be for you to at least act punctual?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "After everything we're doing for you, and you still defile my word."
