After leaving UA, your mum took you to the dessert place that she had promised you before and you got to eat your coveted waffles.
Life was suddenly good again.
You could do this!
Move to a new school… again… I mean… you had done it 5 times now, right? Twice in primary… for bullying… and thrice in middle school… for bullying. This school that you were about to leave had been mostly ok? No one had called you names exactly but you weren’t included in most things. You had only been at the school for 5 months anyway and it was year 8 … so everyone had their friends groups.
You got home after the dessert place feeling full and a little numb. You didn’t want to think about what the next 2 days might bring.
Before you knew it, D day had come and you were in the car again headed for your new school- UA. You had gotten in on recommendation. You wondered how that was going to fly with the other students.
Getting out of the car a little way from the gate you said a hasty goodbye to your mum and, with head down, stepped right out of the car and into the throng of students flowing towards the entrance gates of UA.
“I don’t even know where to go?!” you thought, heading into the building with the others and looking up at the numbers on all the lockers. You knew which locker number was yours, you had received it in the email. And they had sent you the key in the mail.
You finally found it and placed your bag in and got your school shoes out.
Bending down to put them on was hard, it strained your hamstrings to bend that far.
Panting, you got your shoes on and then got your books out and joined the milling students to find your room.
“1-A… 1-A…” you looked up at the classroom numbers above each door as you walked the hall and when you couldn’t see the correct numbers on the door you kept going.
Finding classroom 1-A further down the corridor, you exited from the busy hallway and slipped into the classroom. There were a few people in there already and you kind gave them a little wobbly smile before looking back down again.
“Hi!” A beautiful girl with long black hair in a ponytail said politely as she walked over to you, “can I help you?”
“She must think I’m lost… I certainly don’t fit in here,” you thought as you stared down at your shoes. “Umm… I’m a new student here. I’m in class 1-A,” you said softly, to the floor.
“Oh! Yes, you’re in the right place, my name is Momo Yaoyorozu, but please call me Yamomo,” the pretty girl said.
“Excuse me,” a stern voice said and you flinched a little and looked up past Yamomo to a fairly tall straight laced guy with glass who looked quiet strict. He was walking purposefully towards you, “may I ask your name and your business here?”
You quickly looked back down again.
“Umm… I’m a new student. I’m in class 1-A,” you said timidly.
“Oh!” he said with surprise, “yes, this is class 1-A. My apologies, you are in the right place.”
“Hey!” A bright voice said and you looked up and to your right, not sure if the ‘hey’ had been directed at you but you had been immediately drawn by the voice.
Your eyes met those of black eyes with yellow irises and you blinked a few times.
“Hey, I’m Mina,” the girl greeted, putting her hand out to you.
Meekly you put your hand out and shook hers and she smiled.
“You’re new, right?” she asked.
“Welcome to class 1-A!” she said excitedly.
“My apologies. My name is Tenya Iida. I am the class representative,” the strict guy said with another bow and you gave him a small polite smile.
You answered a few questions from Mina, Yamomo and Iida. Mostly which school you had transferred from and what your quirk was… but you didn’t get a chance to say what it was because at that point the teacher walked in and the students scrambled to their seats.
The teacher looked like he had just walked out from a bomb shelter, shoulders slumped and a void expression on his face.
You watched him enter then suddenly realized that you had been left hanging a little as you hadn’t quite located your seat yet and so just stood there looking around, when the teacher called your name.
You looked at him.
“Come up here so I can make proper introductions,” he said in a bored, tired, voice.
You just followed instructions and walked towards him, keeping your eyes on the floor just in front of him.
Mechanically, you turned to face the class. You had done this many times.
“Hi my name is Y/N,” you said, staring at the person in the front rows pair of shoes that were poking out from under the desk, “thank you for having me and I hope we have a good year together.”
It was a rehearsed line and you waited for the teacher to dismiss you so you could find your seat and sit down.
“Does anyone want to say anything to Y/N?” the teacher asked the class and you stiffened.
“Wait what?! This doesn’t usually happen?!” you screeched internally.
A boy in the front row raised his hand.
“Yes, Midoriya,” the teacher asked.
“Umm, excuse me. Y-Y-Y/N… what is your last name? So I can call you by your last name?” he asked shyly.
“Umm…. It’s….” You paused, “I hope this doesn’t give anything away.” You took a deep breath in. “It’s… L/N…”
A surprised sound rippled through the class and the guy who has asked the question made an excited sound of recognition.
“Oh no… did they recognize it?!” you though in a panic.
“L/N-San….” Midoriya addressed you politely… “would you happen to be… a light wielder?”
“Crap.” you flinched. “Umm… yes.”
“Umm… excuse me?” Another voice called out and you quickly glanced up and saw a guy with blond hair and a black lightening strike in it with his hand up, “what’s going on?”
You heard the teacher groan softly.
“Would anyone like to explain to Kaminari the significance of Y/N’s last name? Yes, Midoriya,” he called upon the guy who had started this whole mess of a situation.
“L/N-san is a light wielder! She’s from the family line that started the era of quirks!” Midoriya said excitedly, almost bouncing out of his seat.
“Uhhhh,” Kaminari hummed, still not quite getting it.
“You know the first baby to have a quirk?” a female voice asked the blond.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“She’s from that family line,” the girl confirmed.
Your worst nightmare was now a living reality.
“Ohhhh…. OHHHH! Wow! Yeah, ok, that’s sick!” Kaminari said enthusiastically.
“Umm excuse me L/N-san, what generation are you?” Midoriya then asked.
“5th generation,” you said softly.
“What can you do with your quirk?!” he then asked and you glanced up to see what he looked like at the same time that he pulled a raggedy book from his back pocket… well that’s where it looked like it had come from anyway.