"Alright, here's your lunch!" your mother said, handing you a shrink-wrapped banana sandwich. Disgusting. So, you accepted it.

"Thanks, Mom."

"And be sure to hit on all the guys! Because you want a wide variety of options once you start dating!"

Boy advice from your divorced mother. Wonderful.

"No need to fear! I already have my eye set on one~" you assured, giving a wink. "Welp, I guess it's time to go. Thanks for the. . .lunch. Buh-bye!"

"BYE, HONEY!"

Closing the front door, you twirled around in a happy mannerism—only to slip and plop onto the pavement. Luckily, an innocent pedestrian caught your fall. After that, you began your vast journey to school!

After two minutes of walking, your legs grew tired. And what did you do? Well, you stole a twelve-year-old boy's skateboard. Skating through the street, you watched as the verdant leaves from the aged trees swept along in the breeze. It was quite a sight.

But mainly, your mind was set on today. How would it be? Would you make more friends? Would it be scary? Who knows? But you were determined to find out!

After some time, you approached the entrance of U.A. High School. Multitudes of students were either conversing, studying their schedules, or eating breakfast. When you arrived on campus, you accidentally rammed into someone because your skateboarding skills were a bit rusty. However, they were okay!

"(Y/N)!" shouted a familiar voice. It was Ochako.

"Ochako!" You smiled, sprinting up to her.

"Good morning! I'm just so excited for our first day. I just hope it's not too hard! Hehe."

"Same." You then searched around. "Hey, where's Izuku?"

"Hmm. . .I dunno. Maybe he's late?"

You let a goodhearted laugh slip out. "Or lost."

"I just hope he finds his class on time."

Halfway through the chitchat, you remembered your cursed banana sandwich. So, you grabbed your kawaii backpack and took it out. Ochaka tilted her head in slight disgust upon seeing its mushiness clumped together all in one small packet.

"Oh. . .is that your breakfast?"

"Yeah. It's really gross though. I begged her to let me take a granola bar but no." With that being said, you discreetly shoved it in this random kid's backpack—which was left on a bench. "Let's get to class before someone says anything."

You two entered the inside of the school, only to observe your surroundings. It looked very nice, surely meeting up to your standards. Around the time you both reached Class 1-A, some of your other classmates were already seated. Since there was still some leisure time left, you decided to introduce yourself to a few.

"HI! MY NAME IS (Y/N)!" you twinkled in front of this boy with glasses.

". . .Tenya Iida," he responded with slight reluctance. Your bright demeanor caused him to kind of withdrawal.

"I LIKE YOUR GLASSES!"

Your compliments made him walk away. How rude.

"Wow, I wonder who she is," asked a red-haired boy named Eijiro Kirishima. He took a bite out of a random banana sandwich he found in his bag. He then rested his elbow ever-so-casually on Kacchan's chair.

Kacchan lied, "Who knows—U.A. probably accepts a lot of weirdos here and there."

Chomping at the sandwich once again, he replied, "She's kinda hot though."

"Get out of my face, you hippie freak. And stop eating over my shoulder."

Eijiro looked down at his food before offering, "Why? Ya want some?"

"I'm not accepting that chiz. Who knows how many GMOs are loaded in that thing??" Kacchan scoffed, just as he got up and walked away.

"Yeesh."

Around that time, you saw this crimson-haired boy approach you. "Hey! My name is Eijiro Kirishima."

"He—"

Just before you could finish your statement, this boy with orangey-blonde hair tackled Eijiro out of the way.

"OOF!"

"HI, WELCOME TO CHILI'S!" the attacker quoted. "MY NAME IS DENKI! YOU CAN CALL ME DENKI!"

"HIIII!" you greeted, rapidly shaking his hand with a fun grin.

"I can tell we're gonna be great friends! What's your quirk again?" he wondered.

"Oh, healing," you disappointedly answered.

"Why so disappointed-y?"

"'Cuz it's so weak and stuff."

"Well, it'll get stronger! Probably." The boy let out a nervous chuckle. Suddenly, Eijiro rose up with an aura of annoyance.

"DUDE!" he fumed. "I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF—"

"OH, HUSH."

All of the sudden, a door opened which ended their bickering. The boy coming through was Izuku. Thank goodness, because you were beginning to get scared that he got lost along the way.

"Izuku!" Ochako smiled with much relief.

He shyly shuffled to his desk, quickly landing his backpack beside the legs of it.

"Pfft, what a heckin' nerd," commented Kacchan. You immediately knew he was the one who made the remark, considering that signature rudeness in his tone.

"Kacchan, I think you need to just Kacchill," you played on words. He only scoffed.

"Gosh, are you ever gonna leave me alone? Like, seriously. Stop being such a clingy freak." He then threw his feet on the desk in front of him, only to loll back in his chair. "I don't even know why they let you two in here. This place has really gone to the dogs, hasn't it?"

With that being said, you snatched your banana sandwich back from Eijiro and stuffed it down Kacchan's shirt. This caused him to break out in an absolute rage.

"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" He shot up, readying his hands with smoke.

You sassily placed a hand on your hip, responding with a smirk, "You don't have to be such a cliché bully, Kacchan~"

Kirishima and Denki only snickered together, while the rest were either recording or gasping.

"YOU WANNA GO!?" he threatened.

"On a date? Wow, I didn't know you felt that way about me, Kacch—"

"NO. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT—Oh, forget it." He plopped back into his seat, only to cross his arms and give you the cold shoulder. Your audience was surprised, mainly because he just backed down so easily. That was a very rare reaction coming from him.

But still, what was his problem? Why couldn't he act like a normal human being for at least ten seconds? Why was he putting up such an emotional wall? The questions kept barreling in, but you had no way to answer them. . .for now.

Sitting down, you organized your supplies in an orderly fashion. All the pens and pencils were symmetrical to each other, and the piece of paper was right in the center. Upon seeing this, Kacchan rolled his eyes.

At long last, the teacher arrived. He was a slender and tall pale-skinned man with messy, shoulder-length black hair. His entire aesthetic was. . .basically hippie meets goth gone wrong. But that wasn't the only thing. He was also wrapped up in a brown sleeping bag like he was a homeless bum or something (maybe he was).

"Hello, children."

Oh great. He sounded like Ozzy Osbourne. Just what you needed.

You and Izuku were the only ones who waved and acknowledged his response. Rolling in, the man unzipped his blanket, being slow to get up.

"Call me Mr. Aizawa. Today, we'll be doing a test. A test on where you are with your quirks."

Everyone was shocked. What did he mean test!?

Tenya Iida raised his hand, as always. Mr. Aizawa pointed to him.

"Uh, excuse me. But this is only the first day and what the chiz is a hobo doing teaching children?"

"Welp. Guess we'll have to find out." He then picked up his portable sleeping bag. "FYI, loser gets expelled. Cya, dorks." And exited the room. He wasn't even in there for five minutes.

But because of the abrupt change in plans, everyone was freaking out. Especially you. What were you going to do!? If you got expelled now, this entire thing would be for nothing. . . .

Denki cued the Seinfeld Theme on his iPod, but Kacchan slapped him for it.

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