I felt sparks emit from the palms of my hands, small bursts of short electric running through my skin. Before I had the second to lose any portion of my temper, an arm was wrapped around me and the familiar perfume wafted under my nose.

"We are going to start this event with a kick! Let's all get introduced! Students line up with your parents and teachers will be in line as well! After greetings and meetings, students and parents will split, the parents staying with the teachers while the students mingle about!"

After her announcement, my mother turned to me, her eyes going over the purple head and she placed a hand over my shoulder.

"He meant no harm, there's nothing wrong with an admirer!"

I scoffed, jerking my shoulder up to knock her hand off of me.

"You're right, after all, he was only admiring what he can never have."

"Let's get lined up, my sugar puff!"

My mother dragged me off before I could say anything else, getting in line with everyone else and I glanced around at the different students with their parents.

"I've got to make a final announcement and I'm back by your side," my mother gave a squeeze to my shoulder before stepping away.

I nodded, waiting while she stood with the teachers. They each bowed, introducing themselves with their hero names, each teacher going to the class they were assigned to.

"You all will now be grouped by your classes before the individual introductions begin. These groups must stay together for the entire event, but you are still free to roam around the building as you wish, so don't forget to stick with your classmates!" With a smile and a wink, she hurried back in line, standing tall next to me.

Each teacher stood before each group of students and I noted how neatly the entire building was now contained, even with a large number of people.

"Ooh, you kiddos are gonna have Aizawa, he sure is going to love you fun bunch!"

I sighed while my mother cheered about beside me, our teacher speaking up with his introduction, Mr. Aizawa indeed.

Each student began to step forward with their parents beside them while they spoke, telling us their name, my attention wandering off as I didn't bother to hear any of their names.

"It's almost our turn!"

She seemed about ready to bounce against the walls while she held me close.

"Pro hero Midnight, daughter Y/N Kayama."

I stepped forward with my mother, my eyes sweeping up to meet the gazes of my classmates that stared back at me.

The introductions continued until the entire class was complete and by that time, the rest of the classes were done too. We were released as the groups we were already in, the students staying together according to their classes while the teachers and parents made their group as well.

"Your classmates, get to know them. These are the faces of heroes, including yours."

With a smile, my mother waved while she walked off.

"I just want to get this shit over with."

"Guess that makes two of us."

I replied with a snort, my eyes meeting the male's that had spoken first, his red eyes bearing into mine.

"You're the blasty fucker aren't you?"

"You seem surprised, even when your quirk is similar to mine in a way," he scoffed.

"Please," I scoffed back, stepping towards him. "My quirk goes beyond just letting out shit sparks in bitchy blasts."

"What'd you say, you'll regret i-"

"My quirk can electrocute with just simple sparks from my skin, I can turn them into larger explosions with more sweat, and if I've got enough hydration, I can have fire with full flames within my hands, so who's right now?"

"I'll blow your ass t-"

"I'd like to see you try, your quirk is just a flickering light bulb."

"I'll flicker your fucking lights out."

Sparks crackled in my palms while we faced each other, his hands creating small blasts.

"Oh, but you'd have to put your hands on me for that, wouldn't you? My quirk runs through my entire body, so it can be used with any part of me, how pitiful," I clicked my tongue, seeing his eyes narrow.

"Ho-"

"Even better, I could shove my foot up your ass and blow your dick to bits at the same time, isn't that wonderful? How would you blow my ass? Your hands would have t-"

"Let's not fight before college classes even start!"

Hands were waved around our faces to keep us from blasting each other with our quirks.

"Chill out, Kacchan!"

And suddenly, he was yanked back out of my face. Yet what intrigued me further was the name with which he was called to.

"Kacchan?" My head tilted to the side as I tried to remember the names I might have heard during introductions.

"Don't call me that, you shitty sl-"

"For Katsuki, right?" I smiled warmly at the freckled boy who's face was red. "I like that, how about Suki?"

"That sounds sweet," the green haired boy smiled back with red cheeks.

"Don't just fucking blush at everyone like that, Deku."

The red eyed yelled at the green haired and I racked my mind for names again.

"Izuku Midoriya, am I correct?"

His wide eyes gave me the answer I needed and he grinned.

"Yeah, that's me!"

"Nice to meet you, Zuku," I held my hand out to shake his.

"Z-Zuku?" His soft stutter made me smile while he shook my hand.

"So you can address his surname but not mine? You better show some respe-"

"Earn it then, light bulb."

I felt Izuku's hand tighten in mine while I spoke.

"What the hell did you call me? You'll regret ever being bor-"

"I think Zuku's cute," I tilted my head, watching his entire face flush further.

"Flirting with Midoriya does not seem like a very wise thing to do," the glasses boy continued to make figures with his hands and I turned to him.

"Hey, glasses. Do you know sign language?"

"I-I have a name! Just because I have glasses does not mean you can address someone to a direct feature!"

"We all have names, seems like you may not have paid attention for some parts of the start of the ceremony, but that's alright, we're all going to get to know each other soon enough and once we've got dorms, we're all going to be stuck together!"

I blinked, finally realizing our classmates were around us as well since we all had to stay together. I looked at the blonde that had spoken, the black bolt in his hair catching my eye.

"That streak makes you hotter."

"Huh? I-I'm Kaminari."

After his name was said, each person began to say their name as well, adding onto the name train while I blinked.

"Nice to meet you, I already forgot your names."

I heard a few sighs, smiling at them anyways.

"Hey, glasses boy, is your quirk sight?"

"My name is Tenya Iida for the fifth time. And have you even looked at my legs?"

"Not unless you take your pants off."

The silence seemed to sit still before eyes went to his legs, seeing he was indeed wearing pants. When he lifted his pants up to show his calves, I blinked.

"So you can turn into a car, that's cool."

"I can not become a car! I'm very fast, the engines-"

I turned to look at the other classmates around us while glasses boy continued to talk.

"Wow, bird boy, can you fly?"

"Not at all, I am also not bird boy, my quirk has dark shado-"

My attention span cut off while he continued to talk and I smiled at froggy girl who I assumed could turn into a frog for her quirk.

"Tape boy, gravity girl, invisible girl, headphone girl, acid girl, organ boy, mute boy, tail boy, glitter boy, lip boy, bird boy, frog girl, glasses boy, creation girl," I listed off all of my classmates while we were huddled together. "So that's everyone," I grinned.

"Uhm, I think you left a few people out," Izuku scratched the back of his neck and I blinked, turning to the people that were standing closest to me.

"Zuku, mustard, ketchup, light bulb, and me," I pointed out after. "Is that everyone?"

"I'm not light bulb, yo-"

"Why are we sauces?"

"Condiments actually," glasses boy spoke up.

"You both can be apple and banana or lemon and radish, or even rock boy and-"

"Yeah, we get it," he laughed.

"Kiri and Kami," I grinned, both of them staring at me before looking away.

"Yeah, that's it," he cheered.

"You didn't count me!"

I turned to see the purple head from before, blinking at him.

"And purple boy. There we go, now is that everyon-"

"Wait, where's Todoroki?"

I froze when Izuku questioned the whereabouts of what I assumed to be another classmate, the surname ringing through my head.

A Todoroki's enrolled here too? It had to be the youngest one then, wasn't he the one with the scar over his fire quirk's side? That meant Enji had to be here as well, right? Was I so out of it during introductions that I didn't even notice? Did mother know? Why didn't she tell me? How was she going to handl-

"Kayama, you alright there? You seemed to go blank, did you eat something today?"

"Hey, don't pass out on us," Kaminari's voice rang through my voice and I realized eyes were on me.

"Need some water, Kayama?" Kirishima's red head seemed blurry before me.

Get a grasp over yourself.

"What is he, some ex of yours with a dick you can't get over?"

I snapped my head towards Katsuki, narrowing my eyes while sparks formed in my palm.

"Wanna fucking say that shit again, light bulb?"

Four arms went around me, both yellow and red hair swimming beside me while they held me back.

"Kiri, Kami, let me go so I can light his dick to fire and watch his nut sack burn to bits-"

"Do not talk of his scrotum so openly, and injuries to the area-"

"He can suck my scrotum," I snarled.

"Gladly," with a smirk, Katsuki's palms began to crackle.

"Quit it, Kacchan! We have to find Todoroki first, he's supposed to be in our class!"

The blonde was pulled back by the green eyed and I remembered what the whole thing had started from.

"Find him on your own," I scoffed, brushing Kaminari's hold off of me.

"Hey, let's not be like that, come on. College hasn't even started yet and you guys are causing commotions with each other," Kirishima spoke up.

"Yeah, don't be like that," Katsuki taunted me, his eyes low as they gazed into mine.

"Fuck off, Suki."

I cocked my head to the side, my jaw clenching until I felt a hand over my shoulder.

"Come on, I'm sure he's around here somewhere, either that or with his dad," Kaminari pulled me along.

My blood began to boil at the mention of the old man.

His dear dad.

The same man that had torn my childhood to bits, brought me to my knees again and again. All just for his selfish wants to be fulfilled. Would his youngest son even be aware of what his father had done?

Only one way to find out.