I'd sigh, popping open the bottle of wine. Yes, I'm a drinker. Yes, it helps me cope. Chugging down half of the bottle, I'd narrow my eyes to the window. "Hm.." I'd unconsciously release the sound as I stretched my limbs, yawning.

 "Ah.. Tomorrow is a school day too, right..? I'd better not get wasted."

I'd push away the bottle as if I was rejecting it, moving my eyes towards the window once again.

"Hmm.. Just a bottle won't hurt, right..?" Narrowing my eyes towards the bottle, I'd carefully grab it as to make sure that no sound gets released.

!TIMESKIP!

It was now the next day.

Drinking that bottle was a HUGE mistake. I woke up with a big migraine, and couldn't register what was around me. You might be thinking, 'Don't I have a Quirk to handle this stuff?' Well, yes, but me being the dumbass that I am turned that Quirk off whilst drinking the bottle. 

I don't know WHAT I was drinking. Even though I'm over a thousand years old mentally, this body is only 16 years old, so you could probably tell that it couldn't handle that stuff. "Urgh.. Gotta get ready.." I'd rub my temple. Getting up, I'd open the wardrobe which was a few feet away from the bed, scratching my back. 

Grabbing the uniform, I'd head towards the bathroom to take a cold shower & change into it.

..Do I really need to style my hair..? It's unnecessary and makes me look like a delusional snob.

Deciding that I don't need to do a thing about my hair, since I was already naturally good looking and having unkept hair made me look hotter. ( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Ah- but enough about that. Using my Quirk, I'd teleport to the front door of my classroom, 1-A, and open the door. Examining the face of my classmates once again, I'd shrug and walk in. None of them particularly stood out, to be honest.. They were kinda plain. Well, besides that half & half hair dude. Did he dye it based on hot n' cold, or was he just super emo? I couldn't tell.

Finally entering the classroom after standing there for a minute or so, I'd take a seat. The two called- If I remembered correctly, Lii and Baguro, were once again fighting over the desks. 

"Oi, shut up!" Standing up and turning around, (you were right in front of Bakugo) I'd kick his desk, which pushed it towards him, with a very scary looking expression. Baguro narrowed his eyes to the side, and Lii froze for a little bit for walking away. Hold on..Why're their names so weird? I'd furrow my eyebrows in thought, right before taking a seat at my desk. The room was silent due to my sudden outburst, however the boy- Izura, was it? Broke the silence by showing up late. "S-SORRY I'M LATE!" The greenette yelled, running to his desk. Coincidentally, it was right next to mine. 

Wow, plot convenience much. (GOD DAMN IT! LEAVE THE FOURTH WALL ALONE!)

Ahem- "Good morning, Izura." I'd say, Izura not really paying attention to me. I'd furrow my eyebrows- Did he not hear me? Do I need to repeat it? "Good morning, Izura." I'd say with a deeper voice, which he glanced towards me for. "OI, IZURA!" I'd shout in his ear, tugging on it. "UWOAAAH! WAIT, WHAT??" He'd yell, "A-A-Are yo-you talking to m-me..?" He'd point at himself, visibly shaking with tears welling up in the corner of his eyes.

"U-U-Um.. My name I-is Izuku..?" He'd speak, taking note of me studying his expression with amusement. He didn't actually do it- it was just mentally. 

"Oh, okay Zuki-Chan." I'd smile, ruffling his hair. To be honest- I pitied Izuku. Having to go through all of that while he was 5.

"H-hey, don't call me Zuki-Chan!" He'd say, barely audible. "Okay then, you could call me (N/N)-Chan, then." (n/n = nick/name)

"R-really? Okay, (N/N)-Chan.." He'd say the nickname, his voice quivering, barely audible. To be honest, I kinda wanted to take advantage of him now. 

Smirking at the though, I'd turn my attention towards the door, where our teacher, MR. Caterpillar slid in. The class quieted down upon noticing his arrival, eyes furrowed in confusion.