"Hey, sorry I'm busy at the moment probably with work. Uh Please leave a message"
Beep

"Hey dad, just calling to check in on you, how are things. How are you and mom? I saw you left some miss calls the other day, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to text lately," a gentle laugh escapes her lips using it as a mask to give her time to think of something to say, "you know how things are with catching up with studies and the jet lag still messing with me. Well, I will call later, maybe I will even catch you. I love you, and mom! Don't forget that. Byyye." (E/c) eyes stare at the big red 'End message' sign on screen, a quick tap on it sends off the voice recoding. Sighing, she kicks the dirty sand under her, creating a small dust cloud to float up, a light layer of dirt coats her shoes. Homesickness is never a feeling people enjoy, and at this moment neither did (Y/n). It's not America that she misses. But rather the two known as her parents, they had to stay behind in America.

(Y/n)'s point of view

They are just busy at the moment, I will try again later.

The bag full of books hanging from my back is not a pleasant experience. But I can deal with it. My pale hand whacks the side of my school skirt to get rid of the dirt, letting it merge with the air before I take a step into the school building. I still haven't gotten used to the routine of changing school shoes and heading to class, but it will take a few days to fix into my life. Fixing up the loose earphones by tying them up around my phone, I give one last peek at the time before the screen gets masked with wire. Making a mental note, I decide it's time to probably head to class before I'm late.

Just as the bell goes I step through the door, thanking the lord my teacher hasn't arrived just yet. So I won't be marked late. I head towards my usual seat by the window right in front of the distracted boy, he takes one glance at me and I already know he's annoyed. I can see it glowing in his fierce eyes, like venom leaking from a snake's jaw.

A few minutes pass, yet they seem longer than you would expect, since the feeling of Bakugo's eyes are carving on my back. My cold fingers rub on my forehead gently to rub away the small headache that disturbs me. Mr. Aizawa walks up to his desk, his eye bags seeming to grow a little more every time you see him, even when I see him in the hallways.
Must be hard being a teacher of this class.
I can't help but smile, letting my eyes wonder over the happy faces of my classmates.

"Alright, settle down you lot," his hands reach out grabbing his list of names,"today we will be working on partnership combos. For the ones who haven't been studying," his eyes glance over to Denki," that means when two heros use their quirks in a systematic and well thought out way, make a perfect combination with each other. That way the single powerful attack will give a bigger impact towards the villain. A combo attack." He goes on to talk about how we will be all assisted randomly to partners, since in real life you can't really pick who you fight with.

Everyone cheers beaming with excitement and nervous, probably thinking about who will they have the pleasure of being partners with.

"Bakugo. (L/n). Since you both had similar results in the physical exam, which of course you did later (L/n), the principal has decided to partner you two together to see what you could come up with." I feel a great pressure press against my  shoulders as I absorb the information. My mind taking some time to realize what this means. A small, throbbing pressure builds up in my throat as I try my hardest to swallow it down. My eyes glance over slightly to look at the others reaction, everyone seem...relieved?

I guess no one really wants to be with the person who snaps a lot.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the world turn black, taking a few deep breaths to relax. This is going to be ok, I'm are going to be okay. Of course I know this isn't going to be easy, but at least it's something.

"THAT SO UN-FUCKING-FAIR!" The sudden slam behind me, strikes a sudden shot of fear like lighting right to the skull. I can hear the cracking of his fingers as he squeezes them harder within the fist he created.

"Sit. Down.." By just the look in my teachers dead eyes, I know what he was thinking.

He doesn't get paid enough for this shit.

But those two words seem to work as I hear the scraping of the metal chair against the floor as Bakugo's body flops back. Even tho I can't hear or see it, I know he's gritting his teeth tightly. That he is crossing his arms firmly under each other enough to keep his explosions under control, he is very capable of exploding this whole room if he really wants to. But that small sense of self control is thankfully still there. I have to admit, I'm are impressed, he wasn't like this as a kid. He would always just go head first into violence. Tension hanging in the air soon disappears after a moment, you can practically hear how Midoriya shakes in his seat after that sudden snap Bakugo let out.

Mr.Aizawa begins drawing out names out of a small bowl, pairing up random students together. Some extremely good strong couples, some... not so good. But needless to say, I don't mind my partner, even if I know he hates this. Midoriya's partner is thankfully Todoroki, son of the second most famous hero in the world, which already tells you he's strong. Very strong. For a moment I catch site of him, my eyes tracing over the site of his ruined skin. It's not like it grosses me out, but it.. In some weird way, really suits him, in all honesty he looks nothing like his father. I wonder for a moment if Todoroki thinks if that's bad thing or not. Honestly the only reason why I found out they were related was because Kirishima told me after being introduced to the half and half wonder. But I let my eyes gaze away knowing however he got that scar, is none of my business.

After the hype of everyone finding out who they are paired up with, Mr. Aizawa continues to teach about the history of combo attacks and strategies. Giving a few tips along the way. The dead line for this project is three weeks. Then we would have to present what move we learned and practiced with our partner in front of the whole class and the teachers of UA. Then the scores and grades of the project would be given the next day.

Three weeks training with Bakugo.. It can't be that bad.

It definitely will be a long three weeks, but at least I can try to make the most of it. Maybe the guessing game of who I am will end.

~Lunch hall~
The lunch hall becomes rather busy, filling up with hungry students in the search for food. Air drowning in voices talking. Bodies lining up to reach the serving stations. Trays rattling with bowls and plates. Her body grows uncomfortable as (Y/n)'s eyes search over the tables, seeking to find any empty places or any friendly faces to sit with, anxiety eating away at the pit of her stomach like acid. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe she should of stayed outside. Midoriya, where's Midoriya?

"HEY! (L/N)!" A familiar sharp teethed grin flashes above the ocean of heads, the red spikes coming through the different colors among the crowd. Like a river washing over her, she settles down, heading over with a thankful smile.
"Hi Kirishima." The blonde hair blurred in the corner of her eyes catches her attention, she turns her head to get a better look. And behold, the asshole himself Bakugo sits there, glaring up at her as he bites into his fork, scraping his teeth on the metal. By his eyes alone, the welcoming feeling fades away rather quickly.

Maybe I should sit somewhere else before he blows up the table.

She loses her train of thought as his harsh voice speaks up.
"You just going to stand there like a looser or sit down?" His gaze no longer on her, but down at his food, taking some more food onto his fork and bringing it up to his lips.

"Oh right. Thank you." She plops herself down next to Kirishima, right in front of Bakugo, her tray rattles as it hits the solid table, disturbing her food. His annoyed red eyes roll at her words, almost as if they annoy him more.
"So who did you get paired up with Kirishima?" She brings her own fork up to take a bite of the steaming piece of meat.
"Uraraka, we were talking a few minutes ago actually, we already have some great ideas. We are staying behind after school in a couple of days so we can discuss it all. All I know is, our move will be so manly!" His grin could even make the stars jealous of how wide and bright it is, seeming proud of his ideas. One thing for sure (Y/n)'s curiosity grows wanting to know what their combo move will look like. Her and Bakugou really do need to talk about when and how they would train and what move they would pull. Of course wanting it to be the best move and grade out of the whole class. But talking to him looks impossible, even more so now that her existence looks like it pisses him off. Plus he doesn't even know her quirk, all he knew is that she's strong, and that pisses him off, but at least he wasn't stuck with that quirkless loser Deku.

"We are going to smash it!" The sound of stone hitting stone startles (Y/n), she turns to look to the side to watch as her friend's skin hardens, turning into stone itself, as his pores dip into small cracks. It only takes a second as he swings his arms out to give a early celebration, knowing they would already have a great grade. But in doing so, the tips of Kirishima's stoned fingers graze against (Y/n)'s wrist, cutting it open with the sharp edges of his quirk. She immediately whines, throwing down the arm that was holding her chin up moments ago.

The fork rattles on the plate, throwing what food was left on the end onto the table. (Y/n)'s none injured arm quickly grabs a hold of the wound tightly as her fingers already feel the liquid against her palm, a cut on the back of her wrist.
"YOU IDIOT LOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU'VE DONE!" Bakugou snaps at his friend, his annoyed glaze sharpening into a glare.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Immediately grabbing some napkins, the red head tries to hand them to her. To which she quickly grabs, but for the single moment that she lifts up her hand to grab them, both the boys look down at the wound and see no scarlet to be leaking. But instead a clear liquid dripping down to her elbow. The paper presses down onto her wound, applying pressure.
"I'm okay, just a scratch" but before any of the boys could reply a rather loud and friendly greeting booms.

"HELLOOOO!" Three familiar faces pop up, all holding their trays full of food.

(Y/n)'s POV

"Mina, Denki, Sero!" The red head's panicked attention slips away from my arm, looking at the three classmates standing awkwardly with trays in their arms. With a small shake of his head, kiri seems to have come back to reality, I think.
"Pinky, dumbass, ass-tape." Quickly after Kirishima's comment bakugo jumps in, saying his nicknames for each one in order.
"Having a party without us?" I flinch slightly at the sudden slam of the plastic blue tray next to me, feeling a presences inching closer to me along the top of the cushioned seat. Denki, so far all I know is, he's a bit of a flirt.
"Never starts without us!" A smile paints on my lips as I watch elbow tape and flirt lean over the table to do a brotherly sideways high five, as if rewarding Sero's joke.
"Got that damn right!" Pinky cheering to which earns a giggle from me. They are quite something.

I wipe my wound as I paint a smile on my face to welcome them. My left eye slightly cringing at the small pinching pain.
"What up." I have to admit, my attempt at being cool fails, but it does earn a few chuckles from them all, except the ashy blonde that only rolls his eyes.
"What's up is my heart rate when I look at you." My mind doesn't realize what I actually just heard, so I'm probably sitting here with a dumb expression with confusion painted on my forehead, but before my lips can spew any sort of word out, I feel a rather heavy arm wrap around my shoulders.
"Extremely cheesy, but nice try." I say before laughing as I try to pull his arm away, but his smirk only grows as he pulls me closer.
"Denki come on leave the poor girl alone." Mina says with a smile and raised eyebrow, laughing slightly at Denki's flirty nature. But when Denki doesn't get the hint, Bakugo seems to step in.
"If you don't fucking let go I'll-!" Before he can even finish his death threat, the heaviness on my shoulders fall off. My eyes flicker to the ash blonde boy, almost trying to show him a wordless thank you through my eyes.

However he only ignores me, giving me another one of his usual glares before digging back into his food and listening to the endless rambling of his friends. After a few moments more, I let go of the wet tissues that rest on my only slightly injured arm. I too start eating while making an attribute to the group conversation. Making a few jokes here and there that actually make the group laugh till tears start building up in the corners of their eyes, it even gets Bakugo to laugh along.
                                                                ~~
The ending of the day comes rather quickly, to be honest it was all blur after lunch, but I tried my best to pay attention in biology and history. Taking down as much notes as possible. But now, here I stand waving off a rushing Izuku.

My attention is drawn away as I feel a soft tap on my shoulder, as I turn around I'm faced with the bubbly girl I met at the mall, Uraraka. Her joyful smile is contagious as the same one slips on my own lips.
"Hey Bubbles" I tease her as she only blushes slightly at the nickname.
"Hi, I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me and Iida," she asks as I nod to respond, a small hum of agreement, "great! I love making new friends!"

The walk starts off sweet, just asking about each other's day and then their outlook on the upcoming project. Just little details to get to know each other better.
"I'm calculating that you are quite nervous about your project with Bakugo." The navy blue boy says as they both turn to me. His glasses catches the sun, letting them shine pure white for a moment.
"Not really, I know what he can be like, but I have faith in him. After all he's the most driven person in the class to get a great grade" I smile back, but they both only grow confused about my opinion on Bakugo.
"I don't think driven is the word I would say, more like aggressive and threatening to get a good grade" Uraraka slightly flinches even at the thought of him, and his glaring screaming face spewing swears and threats.
"Nah, when you look past all the yelling and fighting, he's just trying to be what everyone is trying to be. A number one hero. Trying his hardest at grades to be the best of the best. He might be all loud and bold, but he's just trying to prove a point to everyone." I speak softly as I take out my phone from my school blazer pocket, checking the time to see if I can catch the train. To which I calculate to be perfect, I still have a few minutes left.
"I actually never saw it in that light" Her voice stained with shame, probably feeling guilty for not seeing past it all. But even now, when seeing him in some sort of  new light I know she will still be scared.
"That's a fair analysis" Iida pitch's in as he too seems now slightly troubled. I give a gentle smile at the two.
"Well, when you have known him for as long as I have you tend to understand." Their eyes peek up at me, slightly surprised that this isn't the first time meeting Bakugo.
"You've known him before coming here?" Asks Iida, his eyes fixated, trying to theorize for how long we've known each other.
"Mhm, he just doesn't remember me. Maybe is because I've hit puberty so hard, or that I dyed my hair (h/c), or maybe he's a dimwit" I laugh at my own comment. And I'm glad I do, hearing my laughter brightens their faces small smiles crawl onto their lips, the mood lifting up a bit.
"So if that's your dyed hair, what color is your natural hair?" She asks as she takes a piece of my hair and looks closely at it, trying to see through the dye, but failing.
"Green, just like Izuku's. I think I still have a picture of what it looked like before I'm not sure." Once more I take my phone out and type in the password, before looking through my photos to try and find any pictures of my younger self.

And soon I do, there I stand with a huge grin mirroring the same one as my cousin who was wrapped under my arm, taking a selfie in front of the sea. Both our hairs dark shades of green, however mine was long and straight, and his was curly and wild. I can't help but smile at the fond memory, a memory contains a day at the beach. I quickly turn my phone to show them both. Their eyes look at me and then back at the picture, then at me once more.
"You look so different yet so the same" I nod a thank you before I take a last peek of the photo and then slip it into my pocket once more.
"You and myidoria seem so close there." Bubbles speaks up once again. When I think about it, I realize I didn't actually tell them on our relationship, and I guess neither did Izuku. Maybe there just wasn't ever a good time? I've probably just been caught up on everything lately, I think we both just forgot.
"We are cousins, from his mom's side." I clarify. I take the chorus of 'ooh's as a response.

Through this lovely peaceful walk with them, I don't realize we actually make it to the train station. My hand waves goodbye as we all part ways, saying to each other that we can't wait to see one another again tomorrow.

My footsteps rush towards the train as the doors open slowly. I halt in place letting crowds of strangers get off, faces all tried from long hours of work, but even I could see and feel the subtle mood lifting in their faces as they come one step closer to their homes. The train is left empty, before many others go in to find seats, including me. I try my best not to be stupid enough to trip over the small gap between the platform and the train, and I do it with success. But now my eyes wonder over the seats, looking to find which one would be the best to sit on.

To my surprise, instead of find a seat, my eyes find a familiar face. One with a scar riding down his left eye, a soft peaceful expression resting on his face hidden slightly by the iconic red and white strands of hair. I don't expect it, but his eyes rise up for a moment catching mine, he probably could feel how my eyes where lingering on him. The eye contact breaks once I look away, thankfully catching a site of an empty seat to which I take. It would be invading his space after all even if I walked over to sit next to him. Plus he looks fine and peaceful with the fact that he doesn't have to sit next to anyone. I don't want to disturb him.

I really don't need him disliking me.

Sneaking a peek back over to him, he regains his previous position, staring out the window as his red hair leans on the cool glass. From my position it's easy to see him, after all I am facing towards the doors (now slowly closing), he's a few rows back, sitting across to my left. My eyes flicker back to stare at the passing world beyond the glass.

I let out a sigh and I let my body relax against the seat, the rhythm of the train beginning to move becomes rather in a weird way soothing. My mind starts to wonder, seeming to think about everything but nothing at all. Only now noticing that it's my turn to feel the weigh of a pair of eyes fall onto me, my guesses that it's from Todoroki.

I'm correct, this time when our eyes meet I let him see a soft smile. His face softens for a moment after thinking, he looked like he was having conflict with himself about something. But within that conflict I guess he makes some sort of choice, a small but barely noticeable smile grows on his lips to return the kind gesture. However after a second more he lets his lips drop down back into a neutral tone. Without even noticing I give a small wave, he only nods back before looking back outside.

The inside of the train is rather calm, people talking, a few keeping silent however their tapping on their phones speaks for them. Distant music playing through some girl's headphones, I can't quite make out the words nor the tune. Yet it's all quiet enough to hear the shuffling of the trains wheels gliding on its tracks, the rhythm of the shuffling seems almost to be singing.

Everything is kissed by the setting sun, leaving it's golden strands of light to liven up the cart around me. Passing buildings cut the suns reach for only a few seconds at a time as the train dives deeper into the city, creating a flashing camera affect, like the world around me is taking pictures.

Everything is peaceful.

A sigh of peace leaves my lips as my eyes grow heavy, only now do I realize how tired I actually am after today. My shoulders relaxing after having to carry huge weight all day, they ache slightly but it isn't much of a problem.

I let my eyes close.

Turning the beautiful world around me black.