“That’s enough,” the teacher suddenly snapped, looking quite done now and the class fell silent, “you can go and sit down now Y/N,” the teacher said, “I will have no more talking in the class. if you have questions for Y/N then talk to her in the break,” he said, then jumped straight into the mornings lesson, not even bothering to write his name on the board.
“I don’t even know my own homeroom teachers name!” you wailed internally, “im too afraid to ask at this point I’ll figure it out somehow.”
Hurrying down the isle away from the disheveled teacher, you spotted a spare seat behind a red headed guy and quickly sat down in it, looking down at your desk in front of you.
“Well… this sucks,” you thought sadly.
Movement infront of you caught your eye and you looked up to the red headed guy who was sat there, making eye contact with him as he twisted in his seat to look at you.
“Hey! Remember me?” he asked softly.
You immediately remembered him as the red head who had given you back your uniform skirt when you dropped it and you brightened a little.
“Yes. Hi,” you said with a soft smile.
He beamed at you, his sharp teeth on display and you looked at them.
“Kirishima!” the teacher called sharply, making the guy quickly switch back around in his seat and face the front.
“Sorry, Aizawa sir,” he mumbled embarrassedly.
“Ok, Aizawa. Got it,” you thought, grateful that you now had a name but also sorry that you had gotten this guy in trouble.
You felt sorry for him and looked up at the back of his head, then past him to the teacher. But someone on your left was looking back over their shoulder at you and you made eye contact with them.
Two ruby red eyes met yours and you recognized him too. He was the rude blond that was with the red headed guy, named Kirishima, when you had met the other day.
He didn’t do anything else aside from scrunching his nose a little and looking back towards the front.
You looked down at your desk again.
“Well… I guess it hasn’t started too bad?” you thought, “although, they might be being nice because of my background… or they think my family is famous or something… well… we kinda are… ugh… I hate this… and that blond guy…” you looked back up at him and just caught him look away from you again and you quickly looked back down at your desk with your eyes widened a little, “oops… why is he looking at me? Oh… he’s probably thinking of something mean to say later… he might be a problem…”
Needless to say, when the bell for first break went, you were bombarded with classmates all asking a multitude of questions all at once.
You were very overwhelmed by it all and could only choke out a few words here and there but you didn’t feel like any of them weren’t being genuine… you may have had hopeful thinking, but you felt like they all had the potential to be a good friend.
At the next break, recess, you quickly got up as the bell rang and made a beeline for the door.
You heard people calling for you but you just needed to get away a bit so made for the closest girls toilets and entered.
You actually did need to go. So took your time in there before venturing out again.
As you were washing your hands in the sink you pep talked yourself.
“You can do this, Y/N, just answer their questions and maybe ask a few back? It’s ok. This is the best time to make friends.”
Feeling a little more confident, you walked to the door and pushed it open firmly and ran straight into someone.
“Oh! I’m so sorry,” you said quickly, taking a step or two back to save yourself.
“Ha?!” a sharp voice snapped and you cowered and looked up at them.
Two ruby red eyes glowered down at you, then instead of them exploding at you, there was silence and they just stared at you.
“S-Sorry,” you whispered again.
“Y/N!” a voice from behind them said brightly and you quickly looked behind the owner of the red eyes to see who it was.
“Oh…” you said softly, “umm… Kirishima?”
“You remembered my name!” the sharp toothed red head said brightly.
“How come you remember his name and not mine!” the blond with the red eyes suddenly snapped and you shrank back even more, your back pressing to the closed bathroom door behind you.
“I-I don’t know your name,” you said softly with fear.
“It’s Bakugou,” he growled.
“Bakugou,” you repeated.
“Yeah,” he snapped, “and don’t think that you’re better than me because you’re not,” he added in a low voice, then turned and stalked off leaving Kirishima in the wake of the conversation, standing there with head whipping back and forth between you two wildly.
“I’m so sorry about him,” Kirishima apologized with a bow, “please forgive him. He’s actually nice, I promise.”
“What are you saying about me you spikey haired bastard!” Bakugou snapped from the distance and Kirishima jumped.
“Don’t be so mean!” he called, turning and running after Bakugou.
You breathed out the breath you had been holding and watched them go.
“They’re … interesting…” you thought, as you turned and headed back to the classroom.
The rest of that day went quite well. Mina and Yamomo had really taken a liking to you and had been there to help you with a lot of things that day. You were happy about that.
When the final bell rang, you made your way with Mina, and the other girls, out of the classroom and off down to the lockers.
“Oh! And then,” Mina chuckled, right in the middle of tell you class stories, “he did a front flip and landed on his feet. It was the funniest thing!” she burst out laughing and you cracked a small smile.
“That’s funny,” you said with a small giggle.
“Hey, so do you wanna come with us to the shops?” she then invited, “we’re going shopping for some new clothes!”
“Oh… umm… my mum is gonna be waiting for me with the car so… umm… can I come another time?” you asked meekly.
“Yeah, of course! Sorry to have asked you so suddenly,” she apologized, walking down the last of the steps into the locker room with you.
“No. It’s ok,” you said with another small smile.
“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow then?” she asked as she started to walk off towards her locker that was a little bit away from yours.
“Yeah. See you,” you said as you turned and walked towards your own locker.
As you rounded the end of the locker set, two ruby red eyes met yours and you froze.
Your locker, was just under … Bakugou’s
“What?” he snapped.
“M-My locker is there,” you pointed to it.
“Mmm,” he grunted then closed his locker, grabbed his bag from the ground, slung it over his right shoulder, shoved his hands into his ridiculously slack pants and marched off, knees out to the side like a bloody gremlin.
You watched him go with amusement.
“Such a weird guy…” you thought.
Quickly you put your stuff away and changed shoes, sitting down this time to put your others on.