WARNING: Mineta is extremely offensive. Please read trigger warnings.

Third person pov

Migraines were a common occurrence for Harper. Considering it had been years upon years since she last experienced true, total silence, this wasn't much of a surprise. You'd think she would have adjusted to the constant noise bombarding her mind at all times. To an extent, she was indeed used to it. She had to be to function at all. However, UA was truly something else. After sitting there for a mere hour, walls down and listening closely for anything even relatively suspicious, she found her head pounding so hard she wished it would just hurry the fuck up and explode.

There was this one kid in glasses sitting diagonal from her. He was tall, with blue hair and oddly perfect posture. He looked like the type to stress over the rules and be extremely sure of everything they did. You know, the real stick-up-their-ass type. But Harper had learned a long, long time ago that appearances were deceiving. Exhibit A, her new teacher, Shota Aizawa. Was that man on crack? She'd never heard anyone mind ramble so much in her life.

Back to the kid in the glasses. His thoughts? They were fucking killing her. Sure, she was depressed, but this guy? Holy hot shit. He needed some therapy, and he needed it now.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot." His mind groaned. "I'll never be good enough if I keep this up. How did I even get into UA? I would end it all, but funerals cost so much money, and I'm sure my brother and parents would be distraught despite how useless I am. But do I truly deserve to live? I follow the rules, but is that good enough? No, no, of course it's not. It'll never be good enough. I'm not good enough."

It had been like that all day. Harper wasn't a big people person, nor did she particularly... well, anyone. She'd live alone in the mountains as a hermit if she could. Even so, even she couldn't help but be worried for the guy. Just what the fuck had he gone through to have thoughts like that? It was severely concerning to her. Considering the zero fucks she usually gave, that was saying something. Harper knew she'd told Nezu she wouldn't use her quirk to get information for the super genius, and she knew Tenya's thoughts weren't necessarily suspicious, but she felt she should bring them up anyway.

She tapped her pencil on her notebook for a moment before flipping to a new page. Her memory was absolute shit, and with all the thoughts she had flying at her, it made sense. New input overthrew the old information. Thus, she was simply going to have to write everything down. Everything of note, anyway. Maybe this guy's future therapist could use these. Was that legal? She highly doubted it, but that shit wasn't going to stop her.

Glasses boy's thoughts weren't the only ones invading her, of course. There was a plethora of other ponderings bouncing around the room. Her teacher's seemed to be the loudest. His inner, hidden, bubbly personality was loud. 

"Look at them, all taking notes! Such good kids. I don't deserve the- Oh my god, oh my god, Tsuyu moved! So cute! Did anyone else see th- KAMINARI MOVED TOO-"

It was pretty intense. Harper wasn't sure how to feel about it.

There was also the half-and-half kid next to her. She was definitely taking notes on him.

"Father was seen in a different prefecture today, so perhaps he won't be home until it's too late for training. I don't want to get burned again right before the Sports Festival, not to mention people may notice in the locker rooms. Perhaps I can find a reason to stay out of the house if he is coming home. I'll have to ask Fuyumi. Hopefully he won't hurt her. I know he takes his anger out on her when I'm not present. Should I go home and just take the beating? The Sports Festival is coming up rather fast. He's going to be harsher. Hopefully I won't vomit this time around. If he can even get close enough. If I go on the defense-"

Harper was beginning to realize that 1-A had a shit ton of problems, and she'd only scraped the top of the barrel. She knew hero schools brought out the weirdest of the weird, drawing people with tragic back stories from far and wide, but this was more than she'd expected. Not to mention that redhead fuck kept twisting around to look at her every two seconds. It's not that he wasn't attractive. He was just a stranger, and Harper sort of hated contact with literally anyone. Not to mention she wasn't here to be romanced. His thoughts were more creepy than not.

"What should I say to her? Damn, I bet she thinks I'm so weird for looking back at her all the time." The redhead thought to himself, continuing to stare at Harper with a love struck look on his face. "I don't even know her, and I already love her."

Harper twitched, looking down at her notebook. She wrote down the words "possible future stalker" and "redhead." She circled them. She glanced up and saw him light up when the accidentally made eye contact. He waved a subtle, enthusiastic wave. Harper ducked her head and circled it four more times with haste.

Honestly, she was here because she had nothing else. She had her parents, but they wouldn't, couldn't, be her life. She needed to do something with herself. Even if Harper didn't want to be a hero, at least she could help Nezu and make her parents proud. They worried about her and her future constantly. This was the chance of a life time. One that hadn't fully sunk in quite yet, but Harper would freak out later. She was emotionally detached enough that it would take at least a few days. Until then, she'd adjust to her new classmates and try not to have a mental break down.

Now, on the the next point, it's a well known fact that teenagers are horny, sex hungry idiots. This batch was no different. Despite being in class, hormones existed. Harper had heard her fair share of the nasty. People were freaky dinky kinky, and being at UA, she'd prepared herself for the fact that these kids would inevitably be ten times worse than the ones she'd ran into. While not many of the teens in here had their minds in the gutter at the moment, there were still a few that wafted her way and made her nose scrunch up in disgust.

"Stupid fucking Deku." There was a blonde radiating anger, thinking about the boy behind him. Anger and lust, as well as heavy admiration. "Why's he got to be so hot? When the fuck did he get so ripped? I wonder how the little shit would react if I twisted around and kissed him right now in front of the entire fucking class. At least it would stop his god awful, adorable mumbling. God, I can't wait for heroics. Just to see the sexy ass bulge in his briefs when we change out. I hit the fucking jackpot with his locker being right next to mine and all. And that ass, too. He's lucky I don't bend him over and-"

Yeah, he was pretty strung up over the guy. That green, freckled mop had absolutely no idea either. He was totally enraptured in Aizawa's drab lecture. How could the man's thoughts be so cheerful and his voice so bland? His expression so cold? Harper had seen and heard some real shit, but this was a whole new kind of weird.

There was also this one kid. He was short, sorta looked like Timmy Turner with grapes stuck to his head. He was essentially a midget. A perverted midget. Harper could all but see him drooling. His thoughts conveyed it perfectly. It was actually pretty disgusting. It was rare sensations came over with thoughts, but this guy's were too strong to ignore.

"Kaminari's so... mmm." His thoughts hissed. "I hope the girls can forgive me for acting like a perv. At least I don't actually like them. As if.  But Kaminari, and fuck, Kirishima! They don't suspect a thing. If people knew I was gay, there's no way they'd let me ogle them. Now, they don't even notice! They're too distracted thinking I like those curvy hellions!"

Harper was... speechless, in all honesty. Why was she here again? What was going on? She should've never said yes to that stupid goddamn rat. Adding purple haired kid to the list of people who were definitely going to end up in jail one day. Jesus fucking christ.

There was a blonde looking Pikachu fucker, and Harper jotted down that he appeared to have the wii-theme music stuck in his head. She'd heard it play at least four times over and it showed no signs of stopping as the teen stared blankly at the board, evidently having zoned out. His mind felt a bit odd. Was it damaged? A girl with earphone jacks was thinking about a make-out session she had with a girl named Momo in the maintenance closet down the hall, and an invisible girl was pondering what it would be like to be kidnapped and how she would escape for some reason. Harper wasn't sure she wanted to know. 

"Alright, that's all for today." Aizawa drawled. Harper shivered. Why did that freak her out so much? "You have the last ten minutes of class off. Keep it down and don't cause any problems."

Harper felt mild horror fill her. Aizawa's thoughts persevered: "This is perfect! Now my new kid can talk to my other kids, and then they'll all be my kids together! They're all so adorable. Look at them, all zeroing in on her. It's like she's blood, and they're sharks! So cute! I still have to wonder if she has a puppy quirk. Or maybe a bear one? Not a grizzly bear, but a teddy bear. She just looks like a precious little creature! Like... a deer! Amazing!"

"So, you're a transfer then? I'm Tsuyu Asui, but everyone calls me Tsu." A girl with long, dark green hair and round eyes blinked languidly at her. Her thoughts invaded Harper immediately: "I wonder what her quirk is. It's not a mutation like Shoji's or Ojiro's, ribbit."

"Yeah, I am." Harper cleared her throat a little. "Nice to meet you?"

Oh god, she'd forgotten how to socialize.

"I'm Hanta Sero." A boy with bulky elbows announced proudly. "She looks interesting. I wonder where she moved from, and how she managed to get in to the hero course even though it's full. Pretty unexpected!" 

"And I'm Kaminari Denki, but you can call me whatever you want." Pikachu fucker winked with a large, dopey grin. Harper felt her eye twitch slightly. Social etiquette who? We don't know her. Harper was going to go off. "She's pretty cute! Nice boobs, too..." 

"Idiot it is then." Harper grumbled, earning a few laughs. The girl resisted the urge to cover her breasts and instead propped her chin up on her hand boredly. She also tried not to bash her own head in as the rest of them introduced themselves. Thoughts pertaining to where she came from and her quirk, as well as her seemingly bland attitude and exhausted appearance, flitted around her in a cacophony of sound she and she alone could hear.

"I-I'm Kirishima Eijiro!" The redhead maybe future stalker blurted out, flustered. "It's u-uh, really nice to meet you, Rye!" 

"Oh my god, oh my god, I did it. She knows my name now and I said hers out loud. Holy shit, I'm going to die. This is it. She's the one. I knew it. Look at her, she's perfect. I've never seen someone so amazing in my life. Am I going to die? I feel really hot. Holy shit, my heart has never beat this fast like... ever! Will it blow up?! I'm fine with that!" Kirishima's mind screamed. Harper blinked at him slowly, processing. Jesus Christ, what was up with this kid? She was an asshole. Rude, blunt, and tired. He was beaming at her like the sun.

"Call me Harper." She sighed heavily, wishing everyone would stop staring at her like she was an alien. Kirishima's face went red, and his jaw dropped. She suppressed an exasperated groan. That hadn't helped.

"Harper it is, then." Ochako chirped, clapping her hands together. "What's your quirk, if you don't mind me asking? You don't have to answer if that's too personal!" 

Harper barely heard the question over Kirishima's mental screaming. "She said I could call her Harper! Her first name! Oh my god, this is the best day of my life. I knew we were soulmates from the moment I laid eyes on her. I wonder what her favorite animal is, and favorite food, and if she likes cuddling, and sweaters, and maybe-"

"It's a reflex quirk, sort of." Harper shrugged. You know, like a liar. "I get gut feelings on how someone is going to move."

"Then you can predict how someone will act in any given situation?" Iida asked curiously. As if he wasn't hella depressed and contemplating suicide. "Much more useful than my application of my own quirk. My family must be so disappointed..."

"Yeah, exactly." Harper nodded, feeling pretty bad. She didn't know him, but seriously, poor guy. She'd seen depression. Mental illness made her sick to her stomach, and it made people's minds feel ill and... heavy. Like they were tired and weighed down, all stressed out. His felt like a soggy onion or some shit like that. Easily comparable to a wet towel. A sad, moldy, wet towel. 

"So if I reach out and try to touch her shoulder..."

Harper jerked away from Kaminari just as he begun to creep his hand towards her. He had the audacity to look at least a bit sheepish. Again, there was a strange disconnect in his mind. Something had to have happened to it to make it like that. It was like it was glitching out or something. Staticy. Based on his appearance, was it safe to assume his quirk had something to do with electricity? If so, that could be interfering with either her quirk or his brain. One of the two.

"It's super cool to have you in our class this year!" Mina squealed. "I was starting to feel a bit outnumbered by the boys, but at least it's a bit more balanced now! Especially since Mineta doesn't count as a human being."

"Hey!" Mineta cried, outraged. Harper ignored the heart eyes Kirishima was still giving her, snorting at the Timmy Turner Bitch's thoughts. "Yeah, whatever. You can keep your vagina over there and to yourself. I'm after the 'big D' anyway-"

"So how'd you get transferred here anyway? The hero course is full." Ojiro tilted his head. "Does she know the principal?"

"Hey, maybe we shouldn't ask that. It's not polite." A tall girl with her black hair drawn into a ponytail said formally. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Ah, so this was the person that Jiro chick was fucking. Noted. Wait, no, it was better to forget that seeing as she wasn't supposed to know. Whatever. Okay, so far she knew Mineta was gay and was currently insulting her face with his mind. Ochako and Tsuyu were chatting, both of them thinking about the sports festival. Kirishima was still freaking out, Kaminari was zoned out again-- she'd have to mention that to the principal as well, it was sort of off-- and Sero was talking to Ojiro and Hagakure about food, all of them thinking about lunch. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except-

"That's it!" Aizawa's mind crooned. "Kirishima clearly adores Harper already, though I can't blame him! Reflex quirk... very cool! I should change the seating chart so they're sitting next to each other. I already put Iida and Uraraka by one another, then Bakugo and Midoriya. Jiro and Kaminari, though I don't see that happening. Ashido and Asui seemed like a good fit. There's still a possibility there. Oh well! Harper is super cute, and she and Kirishima... gah, so wholesome! I have to remember to pair them up next time we have a project or something! That would be so cute! She's a bit grumpy, but in an adorable way of course, and Kirishima is like a ball of sunshine. They'd be perfect together!"

Harper tried not to groan. Great. Another teacher who did the seating chart based on what they shipped. At this rate, she wouldn't make it to lunch. It was only the first day, and she'd barely been able to focus in class!

"Hey, Harper?" It was Sato. "You look a little stressed. Cookie?" 

The girl would have cried if she had any tears left. Ignoring Kirishima's mental backpedaling and panic over her being 'stolen', she took the treat with a quiet thank you and relieved eyes. So far, Sato was proving to be the most sane one here. A godsend. A sane, sane godsend. Harper clutched her notebook a bit tighter as Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina all settled around her and began to talk, asking her questions and chatting with one another. Distantly, she heard Iida's self deprecating thoughts, and Aizawa's cheer. She sighed tiredly. She was too young for this.

This... was going to be quite the year.