You stepped through the gates of U.A High, the prestigious school that's turned out some of the world's greatest heroes.

The thought of you becoming one made you shudder.

"Alright, keep it together [Y/N]. You can do this..." You muttered, proceeding into the building. Your class is supposed to be class 1-A, you believed. And right when you approached the door, you couldn't help but notice Midoriya standing outside of it nervously.

You flashed back to days ago regarding his weird texts, and quickly discarded the remembrance. Seeing the anxious look on his face had put you in the state of doubt. You shouldn't feel suspicious over your friend.

"Good morning, Midoriya!"

You called, causing him to pivot his heel. His face brightened, and his demeanor turned enthusiastic. "G-Good morning, [L/N]! His tone quivered, while his gaze lowered to your uniform.

'She's even cuter with the uniform on..'

"It's pretty obvious that we both have the same class, wanna head inside?" You asked, your hand already on the slider. "W-Wait!"

Too late. You slid open the door only to witness something truly horrific. Blood painted loosely against the walls, bodies shrouded and a few scattered around the classroom, followed a bright red engulfing into a puddle around your shoes.

Your eyes widened, and once you stepped back to blink; the image left fast as it came.

'What.. was that?'

You remained paralyzed, and Midoriya instantly recognized the uneasiness creeping into clear view on your features. "[L/N]?"

Snapping out of the unpleasant daydream you had, you looked at the worried male beside you. "O-Oh, sorry. I'm just daydreaming."

Midoriya wasn't convinced.

"Take your feet off of the desk, now."

"Huh?" The other smirked.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property!"

"You're kiddin' me right? Your old school shove a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

Yep. Both you and Midoriya recognized these two. Bakugou, the infamous power-freak, and that guy with glasses who pointed out Midoriya's muttering during orientation. "Oh, hey!"

You quirked your brow as that familiar young girl had approached. Meanwhile, the boy in the background managed to start over with Bakugou and get introductions out of the way.

"My name is Tenya Īida.."

You averted your eyes promptly from Īida and toward the girl talking casually to Midoriya. He became flustered, nothing out of the ordinary. "I'm Oochako Uraraka. Deku right?"

Suddenly, Īida and Bakugou peered over. And steps grew closer toward them.

"Oh no! My name is actually Midoriya.. Kacchan calls me that to make fun of me.." Īida paused in front of Midoriya, staring at him as if he needed to say something.

Uraraka clasped her hands together with a small smile. "But I like it!"

"Deku it is then!"

"Just a minute ago you wanted to be called Midoriya!" Īida pushed up his lenses, and scoffed at the boys' remark. Meanwhile, you walked away from them to find a seat.

"So, I wanted to apologize for my actions during the mock battle, I ran away, which wasn't very heroic. But you.. earned my respect." He bowed, his sharp eyes staring at his feet.

The other with unkept hair fidgeted nervously, and Uraraka simply giggled. Midoriya paused from his strange sequence after realizing that you hadn't stood beside him.

You felt this strange feeling again, it felt like it happened only yesterday. With a nervous gaze, your [E/C] irises were locked onto the boy who helped you a few weeks back.

'That guy goes to U.A, too?!'

Frequently, you continued peering over at the boy who sat rows away from you. 'H-How could this be?! I don't even believe in fate!' While you were in the midst of a nervous breakdown, Midoriya approached you subtly and noticed your peering.

He glanced over toward the unknown boy, too, and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

Finally, you calmed yourself down before shaking your head, it being turned afterwards and away from the boy who made your heart pound.

"N-Nothing." You stammered, "There's a bug in my eye..?"

"[L/N]... You're not lying to me right? I-I mean, I'm your friend so.. if something's bothering you I could help.." The atmosphere around the two grew cold, and obscure. Midoriya clenched the sleeve of his blazer, his eyes shyly diverting from yours.

Uncanny, unsettling, nerve wracking. Those terms that consists of emotions which made you human swept down your spine. Recently, you've been feeling this way. But why?

"I said I'm fine." You sighed, and propped your elbow against the desk. Midoriya had sat beside you, and paid no heed to Bakugou; who was sitting in front of him, with his feet overtop the desk in front of his figure.

As the class grew louder, you noticed there was no teacher currently present. That is, until all of them heard a voice.

"Class, quiet down."

All of their eyes narrowed downward toward the floor, including yours. There was a pale face and widened eyes visible from their distance. He was wrapped around what looked to be a yellow sleeping bag.

A.. horrifying worm?

You tilted your head, yet other students panicked.

"What is that thing?!"

"Again. Quiet down class, I'm your teacher, Mr. Aizawa." Aizawa slipped a hand out from his sleeping bag and zipped it downwards in one motion, gradually getting his legs out of it. He then stood and adjusted the long tan scarf around his neck, it sort of looked like bandages. Heh. He's a mummy.

"Welcome to U.A High. The prestigious school that even All Might enrolled into. As you all may have heard, he's also going to become a faculty member here." You squinted your eyes, and sweat rolled down the side of your head. He doesn't even sound very enthusiastic, more like a brainless zombie.

As you proceeded to listen, you couldn't help but peer over toward the boy you felt nervous about earlier. What's his name? Quirk? His mysterious aura that surrounded him made you feel even more interested in getting to know the guy.

You succumbed to his looks and began to stare, your finger tapping lightly against the surface of your desk.

Just as you were going to attempt to look away, he had felt your stare and pivoted his head in your direction. Your eyes had met, and you felt your body twitch yet perk up at the same time.

'Crap! He caught me looking!'

Out of haste, you darted your eyes away and bit down on your lower lip, concerned that he may think you're creepy. And when you presumed that he looked away, he didn't.

'Now he's staring at me!' You lowered your head, meanwhile the unknown boy tilted his head in confusion.

You leaned back in your seat after hearing the bell, you wanted to relax for a second before leaving. That and, for everyone to leave so you could thrash out, out of embarrassment.

"I should die!! Why was I staring so hard at him??! M-..Maybe I could apologize or something." You pulled on your hair and kicked your feet, your face brightening the more you flashed back to his face.

"Stop it, [Y/N]! You're way out of his league!"

The door slid open.

Soon enough, your consciousness won. You slammed your face against your desk and groaned, and heard steps into the room.

It was faint, up until the point you heard rummaging not very far from you. 'What's that?' You thought, and sat up. That's when you swore you felt your heart had dropped out of your chest.

There he was; that handsome young man with both hair and eyes which differentiated between each other. He noticed you had sat up, and paused.

You did so too.

"Erk-"

"Uhm-"

"Sorry, I was just grabbing something. You can continue." He started, lifting up his school bag and notebook. Holy hell, did he hear your conversation? He's being way too awkward about this.

Or maybe not, his stoic face could also mean he's currently passive, not awkward.

"O.. Oh... It's.. continue?" There was the longest pause which felt like lasted for decades. You stared down at the desk while the other, slung his bag over his shoulder. He began walking toward the door subtly, and slid it open without sparing you even a glance.

'One question won't kill you, [Y/N]!'

"Hey! What's...What's your name?"

You had no idea what you've just gotten yourself into.

[Chapter END]