Bukiyo and the principal of the school, Nezu, were walking to her classroom. "This is the 1-A classroom. You deserve to be here with a quirk like yours, child," Nezu said with a perky smile on his face.

"T-thank you-u, M-m-mister Nezu S-sir," she stuttered, legs shaking. Nezu walked back to his office, content with his life. Meanwhile, Bukiyo was busy consoling herself in her head. "Come on, Buki! You have to stay confident!" "I can't do this," she finally said out loud.

Suddenly the door slid open quickly to reveal a very tired looking man with black hair. "Are you the new student?," he asked not sounding like he cared.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Alright, come inside." They walked in the classroom and the man tried to get everyone's attention, but to no avail. Finally he yelled, "The next one to talk without permission will be expelled! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Aizawa Sensei," the entire class yelled in unison and shut their mouths.

"Good. Now meet your new classmate, Bukiyo Randamè," Aizawa introduced. All of the girls in the room looked excited to have another female around, most of the boys didn't care. Except for a very short boy that had purple balls for hair, one that looked like a real life Pikachu, a blue haired boy with glasses, and Izuku. Bukiyo scanned the room to see all the smiling faces, but one face didn't have a smile. A boy with spiky red hair and very sharp teeth had his eyes widened and had a very worried look on his face. She brushed it off, thinking he was really shy too. "She's new, so take it easy on her. As for the lesson, copy what's on the board while I take a nap," the teacher then went into his yellow sleeping bag and fell asleep.

"H-hi," Bukiyo said now sweating buckets with how nervous she was. She walked to the very back of the classroom were there was a seat waiting for her. It was right behind the half red, half white haired boy that help her that morning. She quietly did her work and finished when someone walked up to her.

"Hi! I'm Ochaco Uraraka!"

"B-Bukiyo Randamé."

All at once multiple students got up from their seats and crowed around Bukiyo, asking multiple questions.

"Why weren't you at school for the first two weeks?" "What's your quirk?" "Do you have a quirk?" "Where are you from?" "Why is your hair like that?" Etc.

Being attacked by all these questions, Bukiyo started to hyperventilate. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She was having an anxiety attack.

"Guys, you should stop", a familiar voice interrupted the chaos. "Mr. Aizawa said to not overload her. You all didn't listen and now she is having an anxiety attack", it was Todoroki again. He helped her again. First when she tripped and now with the crowd.

They all apologized and go back to their seats. Bukiyo's attack was still happening but it was getting better. Todoroki decided to walk up to to and rub her back comfortingly.

"Are you ok", he continues to be as helpful as he can. However, he still has a straight poker face and a monotone voice.

"I-I'm f-fine", Bukiyo said, still crying and shaking.

"You sure?"

"Y-yea..."

The only sound that can be heard from the entire class is Bukiyo's hitched breathes. Aizawa wakes up because his Dadzawa senses were going off.

"Alright. Who made her cry?"

"Everyone, except for me, Kacchan, and Todoroki", Izuku spoke up.

"All of you that don't have a mutation quirk and that I can't see, are losing your quirk for the day."

He proceeds to take everyone's quirks, except Bukiyo, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, a girl that is invisible, and a girl that looks like a cute, little frog.

~time skip brought to you by Aizawa's dry eyes~

RING!!!!

"Hey, Buki? Is it ok if you sit with me and some of my friends during lunch," asked Izuku.

"Of course!"

To be continued