Burning Caramel

Chapter 2

To say that Sora was annoyed when Aizawa grabbed her ankle and drug her out of bed that morning would be an understatement. her very obviously irritated face glares up at him from the floor as she pushes herself into a sitting position. Growling between clenched teeth, she climbs clumsily to her feet. 

"What was the meaning of that, dad?" Sora snaps angrily. His calm, unaffected gaze meets her less than amused one. "Well, that was the third time I woke you this morning. Maybe you should start waking to your alarm then," he replies, rolling his eyes. Giving a frustrated sigh, Sora rubs her hair with frustrated movements. "You'd better hurry up. You have less than 15 minutes to get ready now. If you had gotten up the first time, you would have had an hour," Aizawa tells the girl.

Sora was glad now that the had taken a shower before bed. Going into the bathroom, she takes a hairbrush and brushes her long indigo strands until they were straight and neat. The time ticked by slowly, the girl rushing around as she gets ready. After several minutes, she heads to the kitchen and grabs toast from the toaster. Aizawa had already left, needing to be there earlier than her because he was a staff member. Munching on the piece of toast, Sora grabs her wallet off of the counter and heads to the door to pull on her shoes. Glancing at the time again, she locks the front door as she heads out.

The walk to the train station was entirely uneventful and the train ride? Even more boring.The moment the doors of the train open to let her off at her stop, Sora rushes forward, tripping as she hits the platform. A startled cry escapes her lips as she slams straight into someone's back, her open palms feeling broad shoulders. 

"Oi! Watch where you're going! Dumbass!" A roughly husky male's voice yells, making Sora shudder and blush in extreme embarrassment. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear!" She cries, feeling her heart stop as her gaze travels up to meet a gorgeous boy with ash blonde hair and vermilion red eyes. The boy notices her blush and stare and scoffs. "I don't have time for this. Damn amateur," he growls, turning on his heel and stalking away from her.

Sora lets out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding."Holy shit that was scary," Sora breathes. 'Holy shit he was attractive,' she thinks to herself in surprise. Shaking her head, she remembers that school would be starting very soon and that if she didn't hurry, she'd be late. Rushing towards UA, Sora thinks back to the blonde guy from before. She hadn't actually had the chance to get a good look at anything other than his shoulders and his face. She wondered what school he was going to. She figured she would probably never see him again. Sighing to herself, she hurries through the gates of UA high school, rushing for class 1-A.

Panting, the indigo haired girl slides the door to her classroom open, noticing that all the seats were already filled except for one. The familiar shock of blonde hair grabs her attention and so does the empty seat between him and the Todoroki boy from the the exams. 'So he got in too. Good thing I know someone then,' she thinks as she makes her way to the empty seat.

The blonde male from earlier is staring out the window moodily with an angry, brooding look on his face. With a small embarrassed blush, Sora sits between the two boys, pulling out a pen and a notebook. The bell rings and a familiar face shuffles into view. 'Huh, dad didn't tell me he was going to be my teacher this year,' she thinks in surprise.

The surprise grew even more when Aizawa ordered them to put on their gym uniforms and go outside. They would be missing the opening ceremony, but Sora knew after years of being around him that it was futile to argue. Shuffling behind the others, Sora heads for the locker rooms. 

The sounds of girls chatting with one another in confusion greets her. Stripping her clothes, Sora puts on her uniform. The fabric was kind of tight in the chest and the waist, making her feel self conscious. She walks out, the first one to finish changing in the girls changing rooms. Once she reaches the field, she notices a purple haired boy staring lewdly at her.