*bell ringing*

i gave the blonde a dirty look as i began speed walking into the school.

- - -

i wandered through the hallways for quite some time, looking for my class. my eyes scanned the building until i saw the words 1-A plastered on a sign above a gigantic door. i took a deep breath as i pushed the door towards my right side, letting myself into the classroom. i looked around the room. so many interesting people were right in front of me.

what immediately caught my attention was a mask wearing boy with multiple arms poking out of his sides. he looked like kakashi sensei but terrifying. my eyes then fell upon a pink-skinned girl with horns who was incredibly ecstatic about what today would bring.

i walked in, gaining the attention of multiple students. i smiled awkwardly as an attempt to make a good first impression. a brown haired girl with large eyes began skipping towards me.

she's fucking adorable.

"hi! my name's uraraka ochaco!" she stated, smiling widely. i smiled back.

"(y/n) (l/n)." i replied. i felt a large amount of butterflies swarm my stomach. she was so sweet too. i needed to be her friend immediately.

"would you maybe wanna be friends?" she asked, looking down at her shoes.

i felt as if she had read my mind.

my smile widened. "i would love that."

we continued our conversation near the front of the classroom, discussing our expectations of U.A. and our lives outside of it. suddenly, the movements i saw from the corner of my eye caught my attention. uraraka's words became muffled as i listened in on what was going on to the left of me.

a deep, familiar voice filled my ears. the realization of who it was hit me.

well isn't this fucking spectacular. he's in my class.

is he fucking arguing with someone about a desk?

"(y/n)?" uraraka snapped me out of my trance.

"sorry, i tend to zone out a lot."

the brown haired girl smiled. "that's alright."

we were quiet for a bit when suddenly her cheeks began blushing profusely. i turned to see a freckled boy with curly hair open the classroom door. i smirked at her.

"talk to him."

uraraka's face grew even more red as she furrowed her brows in determination and nodded.

uraraka walked away, leaving me alone. i found a desk and sat down, resting my face on my right hand.

i hope everything goes well. i thought to myself. i hope i'm not too awkward. i hope they aren't like the kids at my old school-"

my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden 'bang' on my desk. i looked up, annoyance written on my face. there stood the blonde asshole from earlier. what the fuck is his issue?

"i want this desk." he spat. i raised an eyebrow.

"why this one in particular?" i questioned, refusing to give in to his very obvious superiority complex.

he glared at me for a few seconds. i looked back at him with a bored expression, not intimidated in the slightest.

"because i said i want it." he replied, obviously annoyed. i laughed in his face.

"what the fuck's so funny?!" the blonde asked through gritted teeth.

"you." i stated monotonously. he was going to be fun to toy around with.

his body began shaking as an explosion came out of the hand that was once placed on my desk.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU'RE TALKING TO?!" heads in the classroom turned quickly as the spikey haired asshole began yelling.

i smirked, loving the attention. i grabbed him by his collar and pulled his face down to mine. i calmly stared into his eyes as he blushed.

"i think you should ask yourself the same question." i stated with a menacing smile. his breath hitched as i tightened my grip on his shirt. after about two seconds i let go, pushing him to the ground and letting him fall.

silence filled the classroom.