PSA: THIS IS GOING TO BE SO EMO IT'LL PROBABLY MAKE YOU CRINGE, BUT I'M SO DOING IT ON PURPOSE. THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS FIC IS TO MAKE YOU NOSTALGIC FOR WHEN THESE TYPES OF STORIES WERE ALL OVER THIS APP. WITH THAT BEING SAID, DON'T TRY TO BULLY ME FOR HOW CRINGE THIS IS, BECAUSE I'M FULLY AWARE, I'M DOING IT ON PURPOSE, SHUT UP AND ENJOY IT LIKE I KNOW YOU ARE. 

Another Monday morning, nothing special itself. The buzzing of energy I was feeling had nothing to do with the day of the week. It was the first day of school. The first day of a new school. The first day of senior year. 

I wasn't excited, I didn't want to be. Excitement meant that I was expecting the day to go well. That could only lead to the inevitable disappointment when high schoolers proved they were shitty across the nation and not just my hometown. 

All that being said, I couldn't completely lie to myself. I was a little excited by all the possibilities this year had to offer. But I kept that part of myself locked away, at least for the day. 

I nearly tripped over a still-packed box on my journey to the bathroom. We had just finished moving everything into the house on Saturday, not nearly enough to get fully unpacked before the first day of school. I had tried to convince my mother to let me start a week later, so I could settle in at home, but she hadn't bought it. To be completely honest, I wasn't expecting her to. 

I looked over myself in the mirror while I put toothpaste on my brush. My hair was as wild and untamable as always, green strands flying everywhere. My outfit was nothing fancy, just a dark green hoodie with a checker print on one sleeve and black jeans. My goal for the day was to keep my head down, earbuds in, and draw as few eyes to me as possible. 

As I made my way down the stairs, I shoved my headphones in and selected a playlist. I knew my mom was already at work, so the house was just eerily quiet and I couldn't stand it. I looked around the kitchen, Fall Out Boy blaring in my ears, and found the note I knew my mom would leave me. 

Have an amazing first day! You'll do amazing! Love you lots!!!

-Love Mom 

I couldn't help the smile on my face as I read it. The woman never did understand how many exclamation marks were too many. 

I grabbed an apple on my way out the door, knowing that today would suck enough without my stomach grumbling until lunch. I slipped on my Converse, grabbed my backpack, and slipped out the door. Our new house was only a block or two from the high school, so I didn't mind the walk. Way better than being the senior who still took the bus. I had my license, but between my mom and I, we couldn't afford two cars. Which reminded me, I had to start looking for an after school job. 

I managed to make it to school about five minutes before the bell rang. Just enough time to remember where my locker was and toss everything I wouldn't need for first hour. My new school had an orientation night of sorts, it's really only freshman orientation, but they let the older kids find their new classes and get their lockers situated. I was thankful for that, seeing as all my books and notebooks were already in my locker and I hadn't had to walk with them in my bag. 

Classes were about as boring as I had been expecting. Thankfully it was the first day and I was able to listen to music and nap for the first half of the day. No one had said a word to me all day, not even the teachers. They all seemed just as tired as the seniors. Maybe this would just be a quiet year. I'd definitely take that. 

When lunch rolled around, I headed to the cafeteria. My music was still loud enough to drown out the sounds of the student body, so it shouldn't have surprised me when someone ran directly into me. One of my headphones fell out as I tried to catch myself. 

"Shit!"

"Whoa there-"

"Gotcha!" 

There were suddenly way too many hands on me, stopping my descent to the floor. I stared wide-eyed as three different guys and a pink-haired girl managed to right me onto my feet. 

"Sorry about that," the blond said, it looked like he had a black streak dyed into his hair, but it was hard to tell with the black beanie he was wearing. He wore a black hoodie and ripped-up black jeans. The guy nest to him had black hair with bangs that covered his eyes just slightly, and solid black clothes. He even wore a beanie to match his friend. The only girl with them was wearing a slipknot t-shirt, maybe shorts underneath but the shirt was so long I couldn't tell, ripped-up fishnets, black leg warmers, and combat boots.

I looked to the left of the group, noticing a tall ass redhead with a blinding smile. Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness of that expression, I was able to take in the rest of him. He had snake bite piercings (my weakness for any guy), a dark shirt with a red flannel on top, and ripped up black jeans. I nearly had to fan myself just from giving him a once over. Did the school suddenly turn the heat up? 

All and all, they looked like people I'd normally try to befriend. The keyword there is normally. 

I did one last look over the group. "It's all good, don't worry about it." 

I went to put my headphones back in when the redhead spoke. "Are you new? Haven't seen you before." 

I just nodded, succeeding in getting my headphones back in and walking away without any more conversation. I felt bad, they were just trying to be nice, but I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to fly under the radar. That meant little to no friends, and definitely no friends like that. Just from our small interaction, I knew they were in the spotlight kind of people. I had promised my mom a quiet year, so that's what I was going to give her. 

I snagged a piece of pizza from the line and found an empty table off in a corner. I slid my phone out of my pocket and started scrolling. It didn't take long for a notification to pop up. 

Tilta-hurl

-This year is going to be so boring without you!

Tilta-hurl

-Did you know that no one even pranked the freshmen this year?! That hasn't happened since we were freshmen and even then you got the seniors! This is ridiculous. 

Izuku

-Yell at Shinsou, he said he was taking up the mantel after I left

Tilta-hurl

-Then you went and broke his little school boy heart and he's been a mopey mess

Tilta-hurl

-He even skipped asylum night, he NEVER SKIPS ASYLUM NIGHT WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? 

I cringed a little hearing that. I didn't think leaving would be so hard on him. We had very casually dated for the last few weeks I had been home, but I ended it when I moved. In all honesty, I hadn't liked him in a romantic way. He was one of my good friends, and very easy on the eyes, but there wasn't a spark. I hadn't seen the point in continuing our relationship when I'd be so far away. 

Izuku

-Sorry about that :(

Tilta-hurl

-Whatever it's fine, just come home

Izuku

-Let me get right on that

Tilta-hurl

-Good, good. I gotta get to fifth hour, but you're calling me after school and telling me everything about this new place that's been graced with your presence. 

Izuku

-Got it

I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped me. I missed Uraraka. I missed all my friends, actually. I frowned, realizing that even if I did succeed in having a quiet year, it was going to suck without my friends. 

I sighed as the bell rang. 

There are so many levels of Easter eggs and foreshadowing in this chapter, holy shiz. Anyway, this is my new baby, I'm ready for it to completely take over my life for a week or two. 

This is a band au, which means I already know who's in the band and what they do, but then I wanted to include like actual music. So I picked a bunch of my favorite bands and then picked who I thought should sing the different songs for those bands. So essentially I now have a list of lead singers and which my hero character gets to pretend to be them for the purpose of the fic. Which also means I have a playlist of music that's inspiring this fic. Do you want the link for that? 

hi, editing lyz here. i have unfortunately lost all my notes for this fic? so i have no idea who's singing what lolz. oops.