The shrill beep of your phone woke you up as the sun peaked in through your blinds. Grumbling you sat in in your bed turning to your phone and shutting off the sound. You turned to look at your room, pure white and filled with cardboard boxes. The smell of new paint filled your nose as you turned to get up. Walking across your room you padded over to the boxes grabbing your school uniform. It was one of the only things unpacked in the room besides a bright red record player and a pile of vinyls. You stumbled into the bathroom and slowly put your clothes on, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Slowly you got ready for the day looking through various apps procrastinating for the first day at your new high school.
After leaving during the middle of your sophomore year you had to join a school in Japan. Quick admission, left you little time to prepare you for the upcoming events of making new friends and newfound experiences. You loved your parents, their work life, however, you were not too pleased with. You were dragged along because of the two business people but never out of the states. This left you with a deep longing for familiarity, However in your groggy state the only thing you really cared about was eating something.
As you walked down the stairs your mom greeted you with a large smile and a bright, "good morning grumpy." Her words only being acknowledged by a grunt as you continued your slow search for food. You grabbed a piece of bread shoving it lazily in a toaster and pouring yourself a cup of coffee adding milk, sugar, and some ice.
After a short conversation between you and your mom consisting of her asking questions and you mumbling you left the house, backpack, coffee and toast in hand. After readjusting yourself you pulled out your phone and pressed shuffle on your 80's playlist.
The 80's was something you always wished you could have experienced, with your extroverted personality it was something you envied. Before the phone where people could hide behind screens and pretend to be people they aren't.
Beyond that you grew up with the love of the music. You could always remember your parents dancing in the living room of your old houses, it was the one thing that was consistant. Through the moving you would always see your parents belting out songs and laughing at the memories it brought them. The music always reminded you of home and pure joy.
Walking down the street you were suddenly greeted with a huge glass building. It was awe inspiring, the large panes crystal clear and towering far taller than yourself. This was U.A. the prestigious Japanese school known for its hero course. Of course you weren't enrolled in it, your quirk was pretty cool but because of lack of time and preparation you couldn't really tryout for the school. Your quirk was called "Sirens Call", if you sang a song than most people who heard it would follow you. It also allowed you that if you sang and kissed that person on the skin than they would follow your commands. Among that were a few other abilities but none of which were particularly helpful for fighting. Of course your quirk had other drawbacks like every quirk but over all it was just there, longing to be used to help others in some way.
As you continued to gawk at the building and continued walking you failed to see the boy right in front of you. Speaking of that, let's start up this story.
Gawking at the massive building you suddenly ran into something very hard, causing you to effectively spill half of your chilly iced coffee all over yourself. "Ow, shit, mother fu- I'm so sorry." You glanced up at a very angry blonde with piercing red eyes.
"The hell is your problem, you just spilled all over me." You looked at him his shirt dotted with a little bit of your coffee.
"Um, I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure I got the worst of it," you said looking down at your stained shirt.
"Shut up bitch, I don't want to hear your excuses. Just get out of my way damn extra."
You stepped out of the way, not having the energy to deal with this boys attitude. You groaned as you felt the slightly raw skin of your chest rub against your clothes. Deciding to simply button up your blazer you continued on your way to school.
Attempts to make friends were futile as all the people you met turned away from you due to your sudden arrival. The strange boy lingered in your mind, he didn't have to be so rude. I mean it was clear that you hadn't ment to run into him, and on top of that you had spilled on yourself not on him. Whatever assholes like that don't deserve my time, although he was pretty decent eye candy. You thought to yourself as you started on your way back to your apartment. Once again passing the large school your eyes searched for the spiky haired blonde everywhere. That's when you found yourself, once again, running into someone. You fell on your butt by the impact, "oh gosh, I'm so sorry are you ok?" You turned your gaze to a spiky haired red head with his hand outstretched to you. You quickly glanced down in shame, embarrassment creeping up your neck and settling on your cheeks. "Oi, Shitty Hair- what the hell! What are you doing here coffee bitch! I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone! Come on, leave the brat. She ran into me earlier. The bitch is probably stalking me." Your gaze shifted to the right of the red head, his comrade being none other than the boy you were searching for. You grabbed the boys hand as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes shifted to the blonde. "Come on dude, it wouldn't be very manly to leave a girl on the ground like that after I knocked her over." His words were met by defiant red eyes and a "tch". You took this time to clear your throat, "I'm so sorry I ran into you. I've just been really tired, I have some major jet lag." The red heads eyes shifted back to you and he shot you a friendly smile.
"Haha it's no problem, why do you have jet lag?" He questioned making a little small talk.
"I just moved here from America like 2 days ago. This building is huge it keeps distracting me," you laughed nervously as you searched the red head's eyes for any sign of distaste he might have for you. Finding none you continued, "my name's (L/N) (Y/N) by the way."
"Kirishima Eijiro, and this is Bakugou Katsuki." The boy stated. You turned to them holding out your hand which Kirishima took while Bakugou left you hanging.
"Umm, well it was-it was good to meet you." You inwardly cursed your stuttering. He returned the gesture and you walked away from the two boys.
Walking away you were so distracted by the thoughts of the rude blonde and the kind red head that you failed to notice a hooded figure running up behind you with an evil sneer. You heard a twig snap alerting you of something, and as you turned to look what it was all you saw was a hand reading out for you.
Then white.
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Hey yall I hope you like this so far I've really enjoyed writing it. I hope there isn't to many mistakes. Im sorry if the first chapter was slow hopefully it will speed up more next chapter.
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Don't You Forget About Me (Bakugou x Reader)
Fanfiction"Where the hell am I... and why is 'Wham!' playing?" (Y/N) always told her parents she was born in the wrong generation. She envied everything about the 80's, the dates, the fashion (the boys), and most importantly the music. She envied the times be...
