Don't let me go. (Todoroki x oc)

First Day

POV – Hebinoya Ikari
First Day

Don't let me go.

I hate first days.

You know why?

Because I scare everyone off.

And when I do that, I get lonely.

Why does it matter? I'm used to being lonely.

Don't let me go.

In past years, I've discovered I have a bad habit of trying to find every single personality trait a person can have just by looking at first impressions. I tend to overanalyze a person when I first meet them, constantly seeking for clues to their disposition.

I blame Father for cramming it all in my head— he grounded it so thoroughly in my brain that I haven't been able to get rid of it since.

You never know what someone wants, he warned. Never trust someone else. Only yourself.

After he died, I've tried to stop myself from assuming everything of anyone I come across, but I have not been successful.

The green-haired boy is a perfect example. In the beginning, when he was squealing on the front steps of UA, I automatically assumed that he was timid.

When Mr. Eyebrows pointed out his muttering, I insinuated that he was indecisive. When he was mumbling outside the battle center I felt that he was nervous and small.

But my whole perception of him changed when he managed to take down that large, machine-villain in just one blow.

He's so strange. It's not logical, and I hate it when things aren't logical.

Don't let me go.

I haven't felt excited in a long time.

At least, that's what I think I am feeling right now. My heart pounds and I feel like I could fly. If I am not so self-controlled, I would have waltzed up the steps.

I look up at the glimmering building once more.

This time, I actually brought my camera. I wonder if there's a rule against taking pictures, but I snap a few anyways. I flex my fingers, clenching my fists.

This is it.

Feeling extra dramatic, I take in the shining windows, the shimmering marble walls, the red drapery. I embrace the whole school, every last thing.

I will conquer you.

Don't let me go.

Finding my classroom is easy. I had already looked up where my classroom would be. I stride down the clean hallways, already spotting the large marker: 1-A.

The door is a lot larger than I would have imagined. The bold red letters etched into the door gives me an impression that many great heroes have passed through these doors. I stand before it, silently waiting for something.

What am I doing?

Something writhes in my stomach, threatening to consume the rest of me. Thoughts of the kids bullying me in middle school, especially Nichiy—

I push it away. I had promised myself— promised Shojiro— that when I arrive at UA, I won't put up with bullies anymore. I already made it this far, and it is only the beginning.