Saving Me [Monoma x Reader]

o2. Welcome to Class 1-A

It didn't take too long to wash up the scrapes and to patch up my knees and hands. I silently thanked my mother from afar for doting on me and warning me to pack those band-aids. Who knew they'd be so handy on my first day at school... which was kind of a sad thing within itself.

The door to Class 1-A was freaking huge. I guess it made sense, though, what with the variety of quirks out there and some making physical changes to people. So a tall door for possibly tall people was fair.

Okay, deep breaths, [Y/N]. Deep breaths. You've worked so hard for this, and now you're here.

Let's do this.

Reaching out with my fingers, I finally slid the door open to my glorious first day as a hero in the making, but to my utter dismay, I heard the very same voice that barked at me earlier in the morning, although now he was barking at another student.

"You're kiddin' me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

"A-ah-!" The current victim was a dark-haired boy with glasses. "Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Soumei Private Academy."

Did... did he just take that? No fighting back? Then again, I wasn't really one to talk, especially after what happened this morning. I could only stare, silently raising my eyebrows at the one called Iida when he introduced himself to the same punk who so kindly pushed me to the ground earlier. While they continued their conversation, if you could even call it that, I discreetly made my way over to my desk. Lucky me, that ash blond jerk was in the same class, AND I got to sit in front of him. With a good look at his face, it was easy to say that he had problems, and apparently, I was one of them.

All of the heads in class suddenly turned when a kid with messy, green hair stood at the door. Whispers floated about, saying things like, "It's him!" I recognized him, too, from the entrance exams. He pulled a pretty gutsy move at the time and brought down one of those zero-pointers, but something told me that he wasn't someone who would just go out there and punch stuff for fun.

"Hey."

There was an entirely different conversation going on near the doorway of the classroom when an all-too-familiar grunt called out from behind me. I felt a rough kick against the back of my chair, as if his vocal call to attention wasn't enough.

"Your chair is in the way. Move it."

Seriously, did everyone just cower and step aside for this kid? I made the mistake of not doing anything the first time he pushed me, and I'd be damned if I let him shove me around again.

I wasn't a girl of many words, but I was one to believe that my actions spoke for me, and act I did.

EEUUURRRGHHH.

The foot pads of the seat groaned loudly against the floor as I used my feet to slide my chair backwards, closer to the desk behind me. It was loud enough to make some of our classmates turn their attention from the green-haired kid to what was happening here. All of this, I did without a single glance backwards.

"What the-... you DUMBASS! I said-"

EEeeeeEEEERRUUURGggGGGHHHHhhHhHH.

This time, I pushed my chair even further, and it groaned obnoxiously the entire way until the back of my seat touched his desk. Whipping my head around, I finally turned around to stare straight into those crimson eyes that were clearly boiling with fury. It was obvious that he didn't recognize me from before. I wasn't surprised, but I'd make sure he'd recognize me from here on out, because I wasn't about to take any more of his crap.

And I would do it all without uttering a single word.

Eat shit, my eyes glared. And I knew he got the message, because I could've sworn that he ground a good few centimeters from his teeth with all of the angry noises he was making with his mouth.

"YOU F-"

Before he could finish whatever god awful trash he was about to spew, someone rolled--literally rolled--into the classroom while cocooned in a bright, yellow sleeping bag. The sight itself was ridiculous enough to give even the jerk behind me pause, but it didn't end there.

Did he just pull out a fruit pouch to suck on it in front of all of us?

If this wasn't the most ridiculous thing I had ever seen, then I didn't know what was. Clearly, this man did not give a shit about what people thought of him, or how they saw him, especially with all of that luggage underneath his red-streaked eyes.

After introducing himself as Shota Aizawa, our homeroom teacher, he told us to change into our P.E. uniforms, after which we would head outside for a test. Apparently, skipping orientation was on today's agenda, and so was expelling someone.