Under Pressure

Chapter Two: The First Day

"And just remember, if you need anything, we're only one phone call away and-"

"Dad, I'll be fine," I laugh, giving him one last hug as we stand outside on our front porch. Mom pulls me into a quick hug and presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Are you sure you don't want to use the driver?"

"I'm sure. Besides, I could use a good walk and Ataku could use the day off for once," I smile at them before turning and hopping down the steps, "I'll see you guys after school."

I love my parents, I really do, but they can be insanely overwhelming. Especially my dad, he's crazy about all of this hero stuff. Our relationship is good, sure, but sometimes he pushes me too far. I had to stop training with him and do it on my own because he pushed me so far that I passed out. It was the only time I had actually ever passed out while using my power. He has these high expectations of me, and my biggest fear is that I won't be able to reach him. Everyone is always comparing me to him and there's nothing I hate more in the world than that.

The walk to the school doesn't take long and it actually helps to calm my nerves a lot. As I'm walking through the gates I recognize that messy green haired boy, I think the other called him Deku, walking very slowly towards the entrance. As I pass him I smile to myself, he seems really nervous.

I'm in class 1A, apparently the best, and I'm worried about who else might be in there. As I approach the classroom I see two boys, one with yellow hair and the other bright red, blocking the door and talking.

"It was crazy! You should've been there, it was totally intimidating," the yellow haired one said.

"I heard she tied for first place," the other added, "And that it pissed off that Bakugo kid so much he exploded one of the decoy buildings."

"Excuse me," I smile, "You're blocking the door."

The two boys look down at me and their faces immediately flush, their eyes going wide at getting caught with talking about me. The yellow haired boy takes a step back and gestures for the other to do the same.

"Woah, you're pretty," the red haired boy smiles.

I feel my face flush a little at the random remark, not used to that type of attention. "Um, thank you," I smile, brushing past him to the door, "I like your hair."

I hear laughter behind me from the yellow haired boy, followed by grumbling. When I enter the room I make immediate eye contact with Shoto, who nods at me with a faint smile on his face. I walk over and take a seat in front of him, which just so happens to be right next to the spiky blonde haired kid, who is currently being yelled at by another boy.

"This is disrespectful to the Pros that were here before us, remove your feet," The taller boy yelled, using his hands to emphasize his point.

"The fuck's wrong with you? Your old school put a stick up your ass or something?" The blonde retorted, a cocky smirk tracing his lips.

All it takes is for me to send one glance at him and his feet are immediately back on the ground. He looks down with creased brows before looking around frantically.

"What the fuck was that?" His eyes meet mine and he immediately stands up from his seat, towering over me, "Was it you? Did you use your fucking mind tricks on me, you dumbass?"

"Bakugo, calm down," Shoto said from behind me.

"Well, yes, I did. You were making him yell, it was kind of getting on my nerves. No offense," I send a smile to the tall boy with glasses.

"None taken," he quickly replies, a light pink tinting his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are but stay the hell out of my head," Bakugo screams, shoving his finger in my face.