My first day of school was eventful. I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

It was long, and it was exhausting. We were outside the whole time, and we were doing these stupid tests with our quirks. I thought it was ridiculous, and Aizawa did too. ★

Speaking of Aizawa, he's my teacher. I don't like teacher Aizawa.

I wanted to s̶h̶i̶t̶ poop myself and cry, but I managed to keep my cool for most of it. It was all so new and overwhelming. It was much more crowded than I thought it would be. It was too much to take in. I don't know how to put in into words. ★

I made friends! Two? Three? I'm not sure.

I'm excited. ★★

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People always say that you'll never understand a mother's love until you become a mother yourself. People say the only person in the world that will love you unconditionally, no matter who you become and what you do, is your mother.

If you ask me, that's a load of bull.

It was around 3 am. I woke up in cold sweat from a dream I couldn't remember and just stared at my ceiling and started thinking, my body too alert to fall back asleep.

Simply because they gave birth to you, doesn't mean it's guaranteed that they'd love you. At the end of the day, they're still people who have the right to decided whether or not they'll love you.

I've never had a mother figure in my life. When I was younger, it bothered me. I never said anything because I knew that Akito took me in on his own free will. The older I got, the more I realised that almost everyone in his life told him it was a bad idea, and I couldn't blame them. Akito was young when he took me in, too young. Now, he's enough. I don't need anyone else.

That doesn't mean I don't get curious.

In my sleep, images of a past I couldn't piece together haunted me. This recurring dream was a fragment I had forgotten. But the thing is, I couldn't remember.

Deep down, I was glad I didn't remember, but I don't know why.

It felt like that but the thing is, I was keeping a secret from myself that I know about, but at the same time I don't know specifically what it is.

Do you think I ever had a family? Someone who would miss me.

Did they ever look for me? Do you think anyone cried?

Did I have any siblings? Did I have anyone I left behind?

I covered my eyes with my hands and sighed, biting my lip to try and hold back my tears. Just when I was happy and proud of myself for going to school, I had to ruin it all with this. Ugh, just go back to sleep.

Crap, I might cry.

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"Wait, what did you say his name was?"

"Which one?"

"The one who hit on you."

"He did not!" I protested, "He was just being, uhh, friendly."

She scowled, and gave me this look, "Look, if someone does something and you feel uncomfortable by it, kick them in the balls. If it's a girl, punch her tit. Got it?"

"I got it!"

"Have a good day! I'll get killed if something goes wrong..."

I laughed, "I'll see you later!"

I sat down in the classroom and just rested my head on the desk, using my scarf as a pillow. I knew I was a little early, so what's the harm in taking a nap?

A boy walked in. His hair was two different colours: white on his right-side and crimson red on his left. His left eye's iris was turquoise, while his right was a somewhat dark grey. Two different coloured eyes? Something was familiar about it.

A large burn scar covered the left side of his face, all the way down to his cheek. I blinked, and dropped my head back on the desk, too tired to care about anything else. That was the first time I noticed him. Looking back it it, it wasn't melodramatic at all. So sorry it wasn't all as romantic as you wanted it to do. That's life, I guess.

Slowly but surely, my eyes began to droop shut as sleep took over.

"U-Um, R-R-Ryuu?"

Wrong person.

"...Y-You have to wake up!"

No, I don't.

"Ryuu!"

"I can do this. SAKATA!"

"Just slap her, that should do the job."

"Wh-What? No! Why would you ever slap a pretty girl? That's sacrilegious."

I jolted awake, my heart pounding and my body suddenly alert. But because I sat up so quickly, the back of my head slammed into Kaminari's chin, causing him to yelp out in pain. My head flopped back down, and I cradled the back of my head in pain.

Hastily, I grabbed my scarf and wrapped it around my neck. Kaminari tried to smile, "Getting head butted my a pretty girl is every man's dream..."

I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden light. Jiro poked my cheek, and I groggily pushed her hand away, "What time is it?"

"Time for lesson!"

"Hmm." I snuggled back into my scarf, wanting to go back to sleep. My body was so heavy, and I didn't have the motivation to try and move it.

"No! Midoriya, help me out here."

"Wh-What? H-How am I supposed to help?"

I cracked my eyes open and yawned. The boy from earlier was staring at me, his eyes focused and unwavering. Somehow, that woke me up. For a second or two, I couldn't look away. Something about it was familiar. I thought that if I kept on staring, I might be able to figure something out. My head began to sting with an all too familiar sharp pain. A memory was trying to resurface, and I was so close.

He glanced away, and I snapped myself out of it. My hand started massaging my temple as I sighed. God, what am I doing?

I don't even remember how I got to that English class on that day, and later found out that Kaminari dragged me to it, which earned me an entire lesson of him giving me this cocky look and whispering, "You're welcome."

I'm confused. Are we friends now?

English was taught by Present Mic, an eccentric loud man who seemed to have an infinite amount of energy. He acted like he had a secret stash of shame glue that he would take a naughty whiff out of. English was simple enough, I guess.

By the time lunch came around, I was ready to go home. I needed more sleep, school was too long, I didn't like sitting for an hour and listen to a teacher talk, and I was mentally exhausted. I needed more time getting used to this.

Because I wasn't too hungry, I headed outside to calm myself down. As soon as the cool air hit my face, I immediately felt refreshed. Being outdoors always calmed me down. It was like nothing was holding me back, and I was free to do whatever I wanted to do.

I collapsed at the base of a tree and sighed. My brain was overloaded with information, so there was one thing I wanted to do.

Sleep.

My head began to ache with a dull throb. As I sat against the base of a tree, I massaged my temples, hoping that'll help with the pain. I set an alarm on my phone, and then I closed my eyes, preparing for sleep.

"Woah, she's sleeping."

"Draw on her face."

"Whaaaaat? She might kill me this time!"

"Do it, pussy. You're really going to pass up the opportunity to touch her face?"

There was a slight pause, "Oh my God, you're right."

I cracked my eyes open and squinted from the sudden light. Standing above me were two very familiar faces. A blond with the tendency to befriend everyone, and a purple-haired sadist with a bad habit of laughing at my misery.

Kaminari, upon seeing my face, flinched and dropped the marker he was holding, "I'm sorry, I'm easy to manipulate!"

Ignoring them both, I checked my phone. After blinking a few times to try and make out the numbers, I yawned, "Okay, five more minutes."

"Five more minutes?"

I rolled onto my other side and sighed, already feeling my body getting heavier. Kaminari grabbed my shoulder, "Don't go back to sleep! We have lesson soon."

"Keyword," I mumbled. "Soon."

"I think that's about to change." Jiro laughed, "Look over there."

I didn't look because I didn't hear her properly. The tree shook, and my head slammed into it, vibrating throughout my body. I crouched forward, and clutch my head in pain. Going from feeling drowsy to wide awake within seconds was dangerous. A blinked a few times, the world around me spinning.

Despite the pain, I turned around to viciously glare at Bakugou. He grinned at me, satisfied with my pain. I ignored him, and simply rested my head on the tree, once more.

Instead of sleeping, my thoughts began to wonder. I didn't know it was this easy to make friends. They were all acting so familiar, which confused me. For some reason, I couldn't do the same. I listened to Bakugou shout and growl, Kaminari trying to calm him down. Didn't they meet each other not too long ago?

The very idea baffled me. I'm not like them. There's something fundamentally different about me.

I sighed, not knowing what else to do. I turned my head and there was Bakugou, a little closer than I'd like him to be. So close that we were almost nose to nose.

As if on cue, my phone began to ring with the alarm I set earlier. Bakugou threw himself backwards, landing on his behind as a shrill scream escaped his lips.

Kaminari immediately burst into laughter, not caring about his life at all. Jiro clammed her hands over her mouth, trying incredibly hard to not make a single sound.

I was shocked. Even someone like Bakugou could make such a squeaky sound.

~~~

Sitting down in my allocated seat, I sighed. Jiro sat down next to me on my left, and on my right sat a boy called Sero. He was one of the friendlier, outgoing, and sociable people of the class. When we first met, he showed off his quirk, and his tapes ended up tickling me.

He won't leave me alone.

"Oi, Sakata."

I ignored him, facing the other way and covering my blushing face with my scarf. I didn't have the energy to keep up with someone like him, nor did I have the will to live.

Jiro was grinning at me, and it made me nervous. I whipped back around and caught his wrist, just in time. I tried to smile, "Sero, what are you doing...?"

"Trying to tickle you."

I was trembling slightly, "Why?"

I heard someone in front of me laugh a little.

I looked forward and met with a pair of enthusiastic looking red eyes. His eyes were pointed slightly inwards and he had a small scar just above his right eye. He also had small eyebrows and very pointed teeth. His hair was reasonably short, bright red, and spiked away from his head at all angles, two more pronounced tufts spiked on either side of his forehead like little horns.

"I'm Kirishima Eijiro, nice to meet ya!"

I gulped, hating repeating my name in introduction, "Sakata Ryuuko."

Again, that sense of foreboding hit me. It was at times like this that I so desperately wanted to remember everything, no matter how bad it was. My memories were all jumbled up, and I couldn't tell how I was supposed to feel. My stomach dropped and my body was alert.

I started to sweat. Every little sound made me flinch. My fingers curled around the edges of the desk as I tried to calm myself down. Wasn't something supposed to happen now?

All of a sudden, I hated it here. I wanted to run far, far, away and never look back. No, it was more than that. I was scared. My body was kicked into fight or flight mode and I couldn't stop trembling. My eyes darted all over the room as if I was subconsciously looking for an escape route. I was on the brink of hyperventilation. Was school always such a happy place?

Oh. It's hero basic training.

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