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A WHIR OF MURMURS OVERFLOWED THE CLASSROOM,
canceling out the faint pitter-patter sound of the grim rain puddling outside of the school building. The cold rain, soon forming into frozen solid ice pellets, crashed its way down onto the other side of the foggy window of the classroom. Grey clouds sheathed out the cheerful rays of sunshine from shining upon the gloomy earth, dimming the sky to a darker hue— but it has been left unfazed by the young first-year students who have other thoughts in mind.
"Hey, aren't we supposed to have a new girl today?"
"Seems unusual for U.A. to have a transfer student, don't you think?"
"She's even a top-recommended student, or at least that's what I heard."
"Think she'll be hot?"
Rumors spread amongst the students like wildfire, the gossiping students doing little to quell their babbling. A boy, annoyed by their babble, gazed at the transparent glass where condensation grew heavily. His naturally narrowed, bored eyes focused on the murky window with his chin resting on his palm, and his elbow resting on his desk. Secretly, he listened to his classmates' rambles.
A transfer student, huh? And she was on the recommendations list as well . . .
"Ack!" He grunted, jumping slightly off of his seat as a hand hit him on the back of his shoulder with a harsh slap. Turning to the side, his eyebrows furrowed, and growled, "Hey! Why'd you hit me?"
"Whatcha thinking 'bout, Shouta?" A boy with sky-blue hair grinned down at him, the bandage on his nose curving slightly upwards from his Cheshire Cat-like smile. He leaned on against Aizawa's right shoulder with a cocky smirk. "Lemme guess, thinking about the new girl transferring to our class?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I couldn't care less about that, besides, you didn't answer my question, Shirakumo..." Aizawa retorted and rolled his eyes towards his extroverted friend as a boy with blond hair and a pair of sunglasses sauntered beside Shouta. Leaning on Aizawa's opposite shoulder, he snickered, "He's thinkin' about pulling out all his emo boy charms on her. Poor girl."
