𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ♡ ʙɴʜᴀ

𝗪 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚 𝗦

AN ANGEL IS WHAT PEOPLE CALL YOU.

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡.

             *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

WINGS were all the citizens on the city's ground could see. Blindingly bright, white wings seemed to glimmer in the morning sunlight. You were too high up for them to make out a person, but you knew your wings made themselves known.

The ends of your feathers shined a dazzling gold, as though they had been dipped in the liquid itself. A sigh of content puffed out between your lips, and you closed your eyes to relish the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair. The breeze gently caressed your wings with its nimble fingers and the clouds disappeared as you touched them like cotton candy coming in contact with water. A smile grew on your lips.

A rush of excitement bursted throughout your body as you set your eyes on your destination: U.A. Your wings followed that rush, giving a boost to your speed to get there quicker. You gradually lowered yourself from the cotton candy clouds and gently let your feet touch the ground. A perfect landing; right in front of the door.

You noticed the stares of many students as they whispered to each other. You couldn't blame them; it is two weeks into the school year, after all. You simply gave everyone a kind smile, your glowing, (h/c) hair waving in the wind. They all looked at you in awe. You weren't surprised, you get these looks often. You've been told many times you have this sort of graceful prescence about you; one that's calming and soothing, yet enticing and entrancing at the same time.

Perhaps it was the fact that you really did look like an angel. With your glowing, milky skin, silky (h/c) hair, and bright smile, you fit the picture quite well. Especially with your wings, your pride and joy. They fluttered upon hearing the compliment in your head.

With a determinded sparkle in your (e/c) eyes, you walked through the doors and entered the halls of U.A. You tucked your wings into your back so that they wouldn't bump into anyone walking by. You gave every glance you got a bright smile, one that made your eyes crinkle and your freckles dance. It made everyone swoon.

You passed by many classrooms, but none of them being your own. That is until you spotted the door with a big red 1-A on it. You were about to go in when you heard, "Y/n, right?"

You turned around to see a tired man with unruly, black hair. You nodded at him, "Mr. Aizawa?"

He sighed, "unfortunately."

It drew a slight chuckle from your lips, "I feel ya."

"I'll introduce you to the class, just follow after me," Mr. Aizawa said drowsily, entering the room without waiting for your response.

"Everyone sit down," he said, grabbing the attention of the noisy class who quieted down not too long after his appearance. "We've got a new student joining our class today."

Immediately, you heard the class erupt into chaos.

"Whaaattt? Two weeks into the year?"

"Tch, probably some amateur."

"Woah, I can't wait to meet them."

"I bet it's a smokin' hot babe!"

A smack was audible, "shut it, Mineta."

"As class rep, I will do my best to welcome them into our classroom!"

"Quiet down!" Mr. Aizawa demanded firmly. He gave a nod to where you stood outside the door. You nervously fumbled with the end of your skirt before reminding yourself that confidence is key. Play the role, become the role.

With that in your mind, you walked into the classroom with your head held high and a dazzling, white smile on your face. "Hi! I'm Y/N L/N, it's very nice to meet you all."

The room was silent for a moment, all eyes on you, and you flickered your gaze around the room. Parted lips and wide eyes seemed to be a motif on the students' faces and you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"Wow, you're so pretty!" a brunette girl called out, making you giggle and murmur out a thank you.

"Ah, she's so cute! Mr. Aizawa, do we really get to keep her," a boy with strickingly yellow hair exclaimed.

Mr. Aizawa sighed, "I don't care what you do, Kaminari. Now, y/n, you can go sit over there, next to Bakugou. Bakugou, raise your hand."

An ash-blonde boy scowled, raising his hand up reluctantly, "this extra really has to sit next to me?"

You raised an eyebrow at his attitude as you walked towards the seat. "Hmm..."

Bakugou's face screwed up, "what are you looking at, dipshit?"

"Bakubro, don't be rude to such a pretty lady. That's so unmanly!" a red-head scolded the boy.

"Shut it, shitty hair," Bakugou snapped at his friend, crossing his arms with a huff as he leaned back in his seat.

You decided you liked this kid. So, you smiled at him, "I like your eyes." Indeed you did. They were a piercing crimson red, a shade of vermillion that reminded you a bit of blood. Pretty.

A crimson blush crept up his neck and he glared at you, "the hell did you just say to me?"

"Alright, settle down you two. Don't make me change your seats. Let's get started on the lesson for today," the exhausted looking teacher interrupted the two of you.

Bakugou glared at you, which you only replied to with a simple shrug. He frowned before turning back to the front. You giggled quietly, blocking the noise with a hand in front of your pink, plump lips. What you didn't realize was everyone except Bakugou looking at you. They all had the same thought in their head as they watched your eyes gleam with joy.

'So cute~!'