I'd Rather Forget [Discontinued]

Yakkai

Heyo Mayo! Okay so this is my first actual fanfic sooooooo... um ya I hope you enjoy it. Also Japanese words were translated by google translate soooooooooooo idk how accurate they are. One more thing, Bakugo exists so there's going to be some cussing. You've been warned. Let's get to it!

(f/h/c)=father's hair color

(f/n)=first name

(l/n)= last name

(y/n)= your name

"(Y/N)!"

Ugh "COMING!"

I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen. My eyes meet with the (f/h/c).

"Get some breakfast and run. You don't want to be late for school."

I grab a piece of toast and yell out to my parents.

"LOVE YOU! I'M LEAVING!"

They respond and I'm off. I go to a school called UA. My parents are well-known owners of a fabric-making business, an expensive fabric-making business. They are friend with Eraserhead, a.k.a Aizawa, a.k.a Uncle Zawa, so you can imagine how I got in without taking the entrance exam. Unfortunately, now I have no idea where to go, who to ask, or who anyone is.

Class starts at 7:30 and, when I check my watch, I realize that it's currently 7:25. I have exactly five minutes to find Class 1-A in this hugebongous (that's officially a word now) school. I begin jogging by each classroom, checking the signs. Suddenly, I feel myself run into a huge pillar, except it wasn't a pillar. It couldn't be.

Last I checked, pillars don't have spikey blonde hair.

"What the hell? Watch where you're fucking going!", the pillar yells at me.

"Oop. M-my bad. Sorry," I respond," U-um, but could you help me find Class 1-A. I don't really know where I'm going or where I am in the school..."

The hedgehog snarls saying,

"You're lucky that's where I'm going too, or I would've just left your sorry ass here."

Damn, this guy needs an attitude check. Ugh, but I kind of need him right now... Just stay calm, (Y/N), stay calm.

"Thank you." I reply, trying to keep my composure.

"Tch, whatever."

"So what's your name?", I ask.

"Hmph, wouldn't you like to know."

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would."

He turns and just... glares at me.

What the hell is your problem?

"Is something wrong?", I ask in genuine confusion.

"My name is Bakugo, Katsuki." He responds.

"Well, pleased to meet you, Bakugo, Katsuki. I'm (L/N), (F/N)."

"Mhm, whatever,. Look we're here. Now leave me, Urusai."

"ExcUse M--"

"(L/N), Bakugo, sit!"

I recognize that voice. I look in its direction and lo-and-behold, its Uncle Zawa, a.k.a Aizawa-sensei.

"Uncle Zawa??!!"

He glares at me.

"Never call me that name here again, understood, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, sir...", I sweatdrop.

"Good. Now sit."

I go to the only seat left open, right in front of Bakugo. To the left is a green-haired boy, who might as well be the cousin of a broccoli, and to the right is... no one??? Wait, but there's stuff on the table. Suddenly, a pencil starts writing notes in a note book. I freak out a bit, before finally noticing the floating uniform.