The heavy footsteps of the students and the principal echoed through the empty hallway as they made their way towards the first-year classes. The classes were on the first floor but the hallways, being long and full of corners made it quite a distance from the front entrance.

"Step lively now," Principal Ogino said as he took another corner, with the students following suit behind him. "These corners and turns can be quite confusing to a new student. One can easily get lost around here so make sure you don't stray behind."

Another unique feature of the school was that the walls were all filled with various framed pictures of people that looked quite familiar. Some of them were pictures of heroes in their costumes, men and women in formal suits, group photos, award receiving photos, paintings, and pictures of classrooms in session. But most of them were of a woman in an all-black hero suit with large, butterfly wings on her back doing all sorts of poses or accepting awards from various organizations.

"While we're on our way, why don't I quickly give you a brief tour and history of our lovely school," the principal added. "The paintings you see on the wall are of our founding mother and the teachers that helped her rise this school from the bottom, along with all the principals who came after her and great heroes that graduated from this school to become aspiring role models in our society. If you look closely, you will notice a lot of them consisting of the same person. That is our founding mother, the famous pro-hero Papillon Noir."

"Black Butterfly," Aoyama's voice piped up from somewhere.

"Yes, indeed," the principal confirmed with a nod. "Most of you may be familiar with Papillon Noir or have heard of her, as she has worked closely with rising heroes such as All Might and Endeavor before her decision to retire. At that time, these suave heroes were just young men when Papillon Noir founded this school," he gestured towards the flight of stairs that had appeared to the right. "This way, please. Quickly now. As I was saying..."

The principal continued explaining the never-ending history of the school until they reached the first floor where the classes were. Waiting for them in front of the classes were two men, one being a tall, lanky man with dark brown hair and round glasses while the other being a slightly shorter man than the former with blonde hair and a wide, Chesire smile.

"We've finally come to the end of our journey and I'm afraid I must depart shortly. But before I do," principal Ogino said as he slowed down to a stop, prompting the students to do so too. Standing between the students and the teachers, he gesticulated towards the two men. "I will introduce you to the teachers who will be receiving you. Mr. Oshima," said man, who happened to be the bespectacled one, waved to the students. "The class teacher of 1-C and Mr. Yoshioka," the blonde man sent them a smile and a nod. "Class teacher of 1-D," the pudgy man then turned to the teenagers. "Students?"

They all bowed to the teachers. "Please take care of us!"

The three men exchanged pleased looks and chuckled.

"Such polite, wonderful students," principal Ogino said in between chuckles. When the students straightened up, he turned to the men. "Alright. Mr. Oshima, you can take care of class 1-A while Mr. Yoshioka, tend to class 1-B. Students," he looked at the students. "You will be following your designated teachers for the day, they will lead you to their classes. Anything you need, please direct your problems to the teachers and you will be attended to immediately."

He sighed and put his hands together. "With that, I wish you all the best and a good day. Teachers," he lightly bowed in front of them. "Please excuse me for leaving."

"Of course."

And with that, he left for his office.

"Alright. Class 1-A," Mr. Oshima raised a hand in the air and proceeded to jerk his thumb towards the direction over his shoulder. "Please follow me this way."

"Class 1-B," Mr. Yoshioka pointed towards the direction the students had come from. "Follow me. That way."

The group dispersed, with the students of class 1-A and 1-B parting ways to follow their assigned teachers. Even the exterior of the classes, from what the students noticed, looked different from UA's, the class corridor was narrow while the windows facing the outside compound were also not as large as UA's but more like a regular school's.

It didn't take long to reach the class and before they knew it, the students of class 1-A were paraded in a straight line in front of class 1-C as Mr. Oshima introduced them to his students.

"Now class," Mr. Oshima began from his position behind the podium, his feminine-like voice drowning out the low murmurs from students. "Meet the students of class 1-A from UA High School."

(Y/n)'s eyes roamed around the class. The constant murmuring had significantly increased ever since they entered the class as some of the students would turn to the nearest person to say something regarding them. The class was also arranged to accommodate them, with an empty chair placed next to a resident student's chair so that they'd share a desk. She also noticed some familiar faces among the foreign ones, like Habuko, Sekigai, Fujimi, and Tadan, the four students who had visited them the previous semester.

As (Y/n)'s eyes continued roaming, a hand being frantically waved from the back seat of the first row caught her eye. She, along with the rest of her classmates who had noticed the hand, snapped their heads towards the owner.

(Y/n) gasped. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as she excitedly waved back.

Mr. Oshima chuckled, having had seen the interaction. "I'm sure some of them look familiar from the TV and also some of you may have known each other beforehand, which is very good," with these words, most eyes fell on the two friends. "So please be nice to them and take care of them," he wagged a finger in the air. "We already discussed this during homeroom so don't forget to grab a buddy. The person who will sit next to you will be your buddy. Every student here must have a buddy to guide them through the day so take responsibility!"

Satori, whose eyes had never left (Y/n)'s, pointed at the girl then to the chair next to hers. (Y/n) silently giggled and quickly nodded.

"Alright! I think we've all understood now!" Mr. Oshima brought his arm up to look at his wristwatch. "You have ten minutes to find a buddy until the first lesson begins!" he turned to the UA students. "Please find your seats. The person you will sit next to will be your buddy. Okay?" the students nodded. He tilted his head towards the seats. "Alright. You may proceed."

The students began moving towards the seats. The noise levels steadily began to rise as some of the resident students called onto the ones they preferred being buddies with. (Y/n), already knowing who she wanted, hurriedly maneuvered between the chairs and desks arranged along the aisle as she made her way to the back of the class, at the farthest corner. Plopping down onto the chair next to Satori's, they didn't waste time in wrapping their arms around each other.

Giggling, they remained in each other's loving embrace for a while. (Y/n) buried her face in Satori's collar, taking in the sweet fragrance of lavender mixed with expensive cologne. The cool metal of Satori's cross earrings gently touched her forehead as it slowly swung back and forth. Her fingers dug into the fabric of Satori's school blazer, consequently tightening their embrace. Even though they'd talk on the phone nearly every day, meeting each other face to face was a whole new kind of euphoric feeling.

Their hug went on for a while when (Y/n) thought she heard a sniffle coming from Satori and raised her head in concern.

"Satori? Are you crying?"

"No, you idiot," Satori sniffled once more. "The smell of your cheap perfume is making me sad."

Chuckling, (Y/n) pulled away from the hug to get a good look at her. Still sniffling, Satori delicately wiped away her teary eyes with her fingers before giving (Y/n) a warning look.

"If my mascara gets ruined, I'm killing you," Satori choked out a chuckle.

(Y/n) smiled fondly at her without saying a word.

When she was finally composed, Satori placed her hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders and stared at her for a few moments. She then let out an excited squeal.

"Oh my God!" Satori cupped (Y/n)'s cheeks before releasing them and returning her hands on her shoulder. "How long has it been? Six, seven months?"

(Y/n) laughed, warmth bubbling in the pit of her stomach and rising to her chest as memories of their previous days flooded her mind.

"It hasn't been so long. Though it feels like it has," she regarded Satori for a while, noticing how much the pictures she'd send her didn't do great justice to the real her. Her eyes fell on her hair and she furrowed her eyebrows. "Since when did you start putting your hair up in twin tails?"

"Hmm? Oh. I have been for a while now," Satori let go of (Y/n)'s shoulders and shrugged. "Plus you know, combat and stuff..."

"Uh-huh," (Y/n) nodded while she shrugged off her bag and hung it on the back of the chair.

"And it looks cute too," the girl grinned while swaying her head from side to side, her earrings doing so too with the movement. "Now when I turn around, instead of smacking someone's stupid face with my ponytail, I can double smack them with my twin tails."

(Y/n) chuckled and sifted her fingers through the soft, threads of Satori's black hair. "It looks nicer like that though. The white highlights are still my favorite."

"Really?" Satori fluttered her eyelashes as she began twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

"Yeah."

"Gosh, I've so missed you," Satori pouted, her shoulders sagging. "Talking through the phone just doesn't cut it so much."

"I know right?"

"Back in the day, we used to hang out every single day. Shame," she then went quiet. Suddenly, she punched (Y/n)'s arm, who let out a loud 'ow'. "We could've met sooner if we'd have gone to high schools which are nearer to each other. You have no idea how much I miss dragging you to the district shopping mall every weekend."

(Y/n) rubbed her abused arm, her lips twisted in a frown. "You're the one who came to this school. You could've applied to UA too, you know?"

"Um, hello?" She pointed to herself. "I made the right decision. Our school is so low-key, you like, only hear of it once or twice, but we still manage to produce some top tier heroes. Your school, on the other hand, is so high-key and full of bad karma."

"Yeah..." (Y/n) sighed and glanced to the side. "A lot has happened..."

"I mean, it's like you guys are magnets for villains," she cast a wary look around the class as if (Y/n)'s class would jinx them with their bad luck. "Especially your weird-ass class. The issue with USJ, your little boy toy being assaulted by that," she curled her lip up in disgust. "Crusty, hand villain...person thingy, ew-"

"He's not my boy toy," (Y/n) scowled. "And the villain's name is Shigaraki."

"Boy toy, schmoy doy," Satori quipped while utterly dismissing (Y/n)'s last words. "You like him? He's adorable? He's your boy toy. Shut up."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as Satori continued.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, the camp attack which resulted in Kakahoe going Bakugone because of Handy Mandy, like-" she narrowed her eyes while she slightly shook her head. "-what's the deal with him and little boys, suspicious if you ask me. The Camino incident...And did I add the other attack on I Island? Bitch-" she held up her palms and sent her a pointed look. "-are you seeing my point here?"

"Sometimes I regret why I tell you these things," (Y/n) grumbled, regret staining her low voice. Thinning her lips, she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. "So what? Are you suggesting I transfer here?"

Satori scoffed. "When am I not?"

"Yeah, when are you not?"

Shaking her head, Satori started looking around the rowdy class. The students from both schools continued to mingle, with Satori catching snippets of their loud conversations; most of them ranging under the topic of Quirks, how cool the UA students were in the festival, and questions of how they did a particular move with the UA students explaining them.

(Y/n)'s forehead creased. She tried looking for what Satori was searching for. "What is it?"

"I'm looking for someone..." she trailed off. She then muttered. "Damn, your class has cuties. Especially Kirishima...anyway moving on."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes in a bemused fashion.

"Aha!" she exclaimed when she managed to pinpoint her target sitting at the front seat next to the window, in the opposite row across the class. Smirking, she leaned back in her seat. "I've managed to spot Midoriya sitting with Hadashi Itsuo," she scoffed a laugh. "Typical. I guess birds of the same feather do flock together."

(Y/n), who had also spotted Midoriya, tilted her head. "Is he also a fanboy?"

"Major fanboy. And a fucking pervert," Satori added in distaste. "But seeing that Freckles is still sitting so comfortably next to him must mean he hasn't unleashed his true hentai colors yet."

(Y/n) snorted. They also had a Mineta, just like they had a Katsuki and a Yaoyorozu.

She observed the boy who had assigned himself to be Midoriya's buddy. His black hair with fiery red tips gave him a sort of bad boy look. She couldn't see his face, only the back of his head but she imagined him to be a sort of a looker, like Midoriya. They did seem to get along well too as they were both chatting up a storm with each other.

"So," at Satori's voice, she turned away from the two boys to the girl. "Since we're on the topic of him and I'm in the mood for some tea right now...Looking at the time, we have like-" Satori glanced at the wall clock over the board. "-five minutes left to the first lesson, so I just gotta ask. Has anything's new happened between you and him, you know since the confession thingie," her corner lifted in a half-smile. "Besides the longing stares and awkward eye contact?"

(Y/n) sent her a 'really?' look. She swore, Satori was annoyingly more like Mina when it came to the drama and gossip department, and escaping them was impossible altogether. Her shoulders slumping in defeat, she figured that there was no way out of it so she had better start talking.

"Okay, there is one thing-"

"Oh thank fuck," Satori muttered, earning a glare from (Y/n). She held up a hand. "Okay, sorry. Go on."

"Thank you," the girl sent her an annoyed look. She then took a deep breath and heaved it out in a heavy exhale. "Well...he, uh, talked to me today. In the bus. Like, he said hi and asked me how I was. Also during the welcome speech, I think it was that," she huffed a laugh through her nose. "We had this...silent conversation. He waved at me, I was shocked at first because I wasn't expecting it but I waved back. Then he smiled at me, I smiled back...it was mostly, y'know, back and forth non-verbal cues and shit," she said as she pointed back and forth between her and the space in front of her. She then sighed, a wistful look crossing her features as she recalled the whole interaction. "Honestly, it was so cute."

"Oooh~~ Get it, girl~" propping her elbow on her desktop, Satori rested her cheek on her fist. A smirk played on her lips. "Then what?"

Twisting her lips together, (Y/n) shrugged before shaking her head.

Satori paused. She then sat up straight.

"Wait..." her eyebrows snapped together. "That's all?"

(Y/n) winced.

"Yeah...?" she drawled out, sheepishly nodding.

"No finally talking things out afterward? No...texting? No thick sexual tension? No, heated post-silent-convo makeout session in the janitor's closet?"

(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed at the mental image of Midoriya and her making out and quickly averted her eyes away from Satori. "I-It's not like we even had time to do any of...that..."

Satori's expression went blank. "...How blood pumping."

(Y/n) frowned at her, affronted. "At least show a little enthusiasm. That moment really meant a lot to me considering how things have been between us since that night. Besides, you're the one who asked if anything happened."

"Ughhhhhhhh," throwing her head back, the dark-haired girl rolled her eyes while letting out an exaggerated mix between a groan and sigh. "Fiiiiiiinnnneeeee."

She lowered her head and her face abruptly lit up with a fake grin and she took (Y/n)'s hands in hers. "Oh. My. God, (Y/n)! I can't believe it! You finally talked to him!! Awe, I'm so proud of you!!" she then dramatically gasped, dropping the girl's hands and placing her fingers in front of her gaping mouth. "What planet am I on? What's today?" she pressed her fingers to her temple. "My brain cell; destroyed. My wig is gone. And here I was thinking, if I read one more "I miss talking to him, Satori. Crying face emoji, sad face emoji" text," her face suddenly went blank. "I was gonna die of boredom."

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at her.

"Ugh. Who am I even kidding?" she continued. "I'm already dead from boredom. I'm floating above myself. I'm looking down at my body. My eyeliner is flawless."

The (h/c)-haired girl pouted. "I thought you never minded those texts."

"I don't," Satori gave her a pointed look. "What I do mind is you whining and complaining without taking the first step to actual conversation."

(Y/n)'s forehead creased. She opened her mouth to say something but Satori cut her short.

"And no, that pansy-ass convo doesn't count as convo. If you want to talk to him so bad, just go ahead and say something. He is your best friend, right? Well," she smirked and flipped one of her tails. "Only second to me of course, but he is your best friend. It's not that hard," she shrugged carelessly. "And last time I checked, Midoriya doesn't bite. Or even has a stable backbone to do so."

(Y/n) sighed.

"I know but, what do I even say?" her expression went dull and she looked down at her lap. "Every time I look at him, my mind goes blank and everything I want to say disappears. Or comes out different and cringy...and it's embarrassing..."

Crinkling her nose at her pathetic state, Satori stared at her for a few seconds. She then glanced at where Midoriya was. She rose her eyebrows. He was showing Hadashi one of his notebooks she would always see him carry around back in Junior High. She noted that part of him was still prominent, the nerd part, and the fanboy part because while he flipped the pages of his notebook and began explaining whatever was on that page, he looked like he was showing Hadashi his secret pebble collection.

Seriously, (Y/n)'s mind went blank because of him?! He was probably one of the people who poured the milk into the bowl first before the cereal or dug their teeth into ice cream but then again, who was she to judge (Y/n)'s preferences. Okay, maybe she would judge at a distance but as the good best friend she was, she'd offer her help.

As if Katsuki wasn't a bad enough choice back in Junior High.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Looking back at (Y/n), she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, I understand that the friend zone is hard to deal with," (Y/n) looked up to send her a dirty look. "But, since you begged for my help-"

The girl scowled. "I didn't."

"-I'll give you something to say."

(Y/n) arched an unconvinced brow. "You will?"

"Yeah," Satori held up a palm. "And this is where pick-up lines make their entrance."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened for a second then she frantically shook her head. "No. No...I can't-"

"Yes. Now shut up and listen," Satori cut her off, making (Y/n)'s face to contort in despair. "Pick-up lines make for the best ice breakers, especially in a situation where you have nothing to say. Here, an example of one of my favorites," she took (Y/n)'s hand and turned it. Slowly, she dragged the tip of her finger all over the skin of her palm. "First, I take the guy's hand, and then I say; 'I can read your palm. Your heart line says you'll call me soon'. From there, you come up with some psychic bullshit then he'll be tempted to ask if you do read palms. Then of course, you tell him no and that you just wanted to hold his hand. If he has a sense of humor, he'll laugh and boom," she let go of her hand and shrugged. "You have yourself a real conversation."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. She could admit though, it wasn't so bad.

"See? It will work," Satori said. (Y/n) spared her an unconvinced sidelong look. "Trust me."

Defeated, (Y/n) sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll...try it."

"Awesome," Satori smiled. "And, I have just the perfect one for you. Are you ready?" the (h/c)-haired girl reluctantly nodded. "Good. Here it is; 'Your daddy must have been a baker, coz you got the nicest set of buns I've ever seen'."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows nearly flew off her face.

"What?!" she whisper-shrieked. "I'm not going to say that!"

"Come on. You can't back out now! Not when I even went out of my way to give you the cheesiest pick-up line I know," when (Y/n) shook her head, Satori groaned. "Fine, since you don't like it, do you prefer; 'You give the word, edible, a whole new meaning'?"

(Y/n)'s whole face was on fire.

"I think I prefer the first one, thank you very much."

"So you're gonna do it?"

(Y/n) went silent for a moment. There were so many ways Satori's plan would go wrong and if, by any chance they did, she'd be the one making a fool of herself in the end. It wasn't guaranteed that her brain would cooperate with her mouth and honestly she wasn't fully on board with the idea. But Satori was right. She had to make an effort so that they'd have an actual conversation. Plus, wasn't she the one pushing herself to make the first step the previous day? Okay, so it didn't go well the last time she took that step but this was Midoriya she was talking about. The worst he could do was-in fact, what was the worst he could do to her when she went up and talked to him? Nothing was the answer. But that didn't make her any less scared.

Pursing her lips, she shook her head.

"I don't know..."

Satori clicked her tongue and leaned back in her seat. "See? This is why you should've applied to this school with me. By now, you would've been reeling in boys right and center like a hook...-er," she fell silent for a few seconds, staring at nothing in front of her before she let out an ugly snort. She looked at (Y/n). "See what I did there?"

(Y/n), who had been momentarily distracted by a chart of the human reproductive system hung on one of the walls, turned back to her, confused. "What's that?"

Satori's smile fell the same time the door to the class slid open. She glanced at the teacher entering the class and looked back at (Y/n). "Uncultured swine."

Ignoring (Y/n)'s offended gasp, she sat up straight and opened her exercise book.

"Good morning class!" the teacher greeted.

"Good morning sir!"

(Y/n) glared at Satori, who was ignoring her and opened her exercise book. Sending Satori one last glare, she turned her attention to the teacher.

"Wow," the man placed his file on the podium in front of him and put his hands together. "I see we're a full house today! Today's lessons are going to be quite interesting, aren't they?" he chuckled. "Well, without further ado, let's begin."

***

"Alright! Here's another question!" the teacher looked up from his flashcard and around the class. "How would you define the council of Trent?"

(Y/n) yawned. Tucking her hands in between her thighs, her eyes flickered around the class. The sounds of flipping pages and low murmurs filled the class as most of them searched through their books for the answers or discussed it with their buddy.

The girl licked her lips before she rose her hand.

The teacher perked up at the sight of her lone hand in the air and pointed at her. "Yes, dear."

She put her hand down. "They were a series of meetings from 1545 to 1563 to direct the response to the Roman Catholic Church to the Protestantism. The council defined Catholic dogma and reformed Church Discipline."

"Correct! Ten points to UA," the teacher nodded before turning to the board. With his chalk, he drew the figure ten under UA's underlined name. So far they had garnered seventy-five points while Isami had garnered sixty-five. The lesson had gradually turned into a competition of sorts between students from UA and Isami, with the teacher asking really hard questions and rewarding points where it's due. When a student would get a question wrong, their school would get zero points and the next school would be given a chance to answer with a reward of five bonus points if they got it correct.

Overall, it was a fun activity if you don't count the two times a fight almost broke out due to 'unfair point rewarding' and cases of 'being too smug after getting a failed question right'.

"Since when did you get so smart in World History?" Satori whispered to the girl beside her in a low tone. (Y/n)'s eyes darted from the book to her. "You used to suck ass in Social Studies back in Junior High."

(Y/n) sent her an incredulous look.

"Um, I did a thing called studying to pass UA's entry exams?" she forced a smile. "Look it up."

Satori copied her fake smile. "Spare me your weak sass, darling."

The two sized each other before returning to their books.

"Another question," the teacher announced. "It's time to start your mind gears again. Explain the various ways China influenced Japan."

(Y/n) crossed her ankles under her chair while she quickly flipped her book's pages to the particular topic. She began skimming through the page.

"Ah. It seems we have two students from Isami and UA."

Wondering who the fuck had gotten the answers so quick, the girl turned away from her book to see who had their hands up. Her eyes widened. Satori had her hand up and...Katsuki too. The boy was sitting next to, surprisingly enough, Fujimi (maybe because no one would want to sit next to either of them so the only option was each other). Fujimi's seat was on the row next to theirs, the seat being at the very front and far away from where she and Satori were, which was very assuring.

"Huh...Who should I pick?" the teacher considered. "Hmm, since UA answered the last question, why don't we give Isami the chance?" he put his hands together and slightly bowed to Katsuki, who begrudgingly put his hand down. "Apologies, my dear boy," he gestured to Satori. "You can answer, dear."

Satori placed her hand down. "First, the Chinese written language was used by men in Japan. Second, Confucianism was taught in Japan. Third, Buddhism spread throughout Japan, and uh..." she trailed off. A moment later, she perked up with a sweet smile on her face. "Oh yeah, Japanese temples were modeled after Chinese architecture."

"Correct! Though you did forget the point about the Chinese government. Ten points to Isami!"

While the teacher had his back turned to the class as he wrote down the added points, Katsuki looked over his shoulder. His eye twitched. The one fucking bane of his existence manifested in female form stared back at him, smug as fuck. Of fucking course, she had to go to Isami and since she was friends with (Y/n), she had obviously assigned herself to be her buddy. And now he had to suffer through her infuriating presence the whole day.

Satori, who was also in the least happy to have seen Katsuki, smirked. She already knew what he was thinking. She had long ago promised herself to be a thorn at his side, constantly taking a jab at him knowing that he can't do anything to her. Verbally, yes but physically, in his wildest dreams.

Her Quirk had a lot to do with that last part. Power deflection was its name, which meant that she had the ability to deflect an attacker's power, projectiles, or blunt force. She's also able to redirect a deflected attack to others or the original attacker.

In a nutshell, that simply meant that Katsuki couldn't hurt her in any shape or form because he always ended up being at the receiving end of his attack. It pissed him off to no ends because she never missed the opportunity to take advantage of that to mess with him.

He clenched his jaw and turned away from fucking Hanabitch's stupid ass face.

During the first years of middle school, she seldom interacted with him, apart from the occasional flirting which he brushed it off as nonsense. He never gave a shit about her, mostly because she was like that with all the other boys and that she was just an extra in his great rise to the top. The only thing he knew about her since they were in the same class was that she hanged around (Y/n) and two other girls he also didn't give a fuck about.

Satori had never bothered him before, if you don't count the sickening pick-up lines she'd throw his way from time to time. She never once thought about showing her claws to him. She never once dared bared her teeth at him.

And he never once had to walk into class and think "Fuck, this bitch ain't dead yet?" because he never cared if any of his classmates lived or not. Even fucking Deku and (Y/n) (at one point).

But all that changed the moment (Y/n) happened.

***