From Yoru's perspective

They hate me. They all hate me. Everyone in my friggin' class hates me. Because of my stupid Quirk. Because of what it does to me. Oh, hey! Didn't see you there! I'm Yoru Nakamura, and I got to Shiketsu High. My Quirk sucks, but let's not get into that right now. I should probably tell you what I look like. Um, okay- I have super curly half green and half purple hair. Green on the right, and purple on the left. It's shoulder length, and a terror to brush. My eyes are purple on the right, green on the left. I know, half hair, heterochromia, I'm like a knockoff girl Shoto. Actually, no, but if you'd stop assuming stuff and let me finish! AHEM. Now, if that's all cleared up, I don't really look like him. I have freckles all over my face and a gap between my two front teeth that no amount of braces can fix. I have acne on my nose and forehead, so that's pretty annoying. Right now I'm wearing this:

Although with shoes. What shoes, you ask? Well, I ask why you want to know what shoes I'm wearing, but I'll tell you anyway. Purple sneakers with a white star pattern and rainbow shoelaces. Black and white striped knee length socks and hot pink fishnets. Now, away from this description of my two-tone color clashing self, and back to the 15 year suffering I call my life.

 "Nakamura!" My teacher calls angrily.

 "Huh?" I say, surprised. I see my best friend face-palm.

 "Answer the question!" My teacher almost yells.

 I can't remember his name so I'll just call him Mr. McShouty. 

"What was the question?"

 I'm half expecting Mr. McShouty to slap me, he looks so angry.

 "THE QUESTION DOESN'T MATTER, THE ANSWER DOES."

 I flinch. "Mr. Ito!" 

(So that was his name, oh well, still calling him Mr. McShouty.) Mr. McShouty's head turns so fast, I'm surprised he doesn't snap his own neck. 

"WHAT??!!" He roars.

 My best friend, the one who called his name, stands up.

 "This behavior is unacceptable! She just wasn't paying attention, it's her first time this week she hasn't focused, and she was probably monologuing in her head to an audience on Wattpad."

 She stands on her desk. 

"I will not stand for this, just because of her Quirk doesn't mean you have to be so rude." 

She trips and falls off her desk, I guess she really meant it when she said she wouldn't stand for his behavior. 

"Fine, Yamamoto, now sit back in your chair, and YOU, Nakamura, FOCUS."

 I quiver. 

"Y-yes Mr. McShouty." 

Oh frick, I said that out loud. But he didn't hear me, he's already teaching the lesson again. Phew, safe for now, but not after school. After school, I'm a target. Oh well, better to worry about that when it happens.

After School

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of death and people getting hurt I guess??? (I'm sorry I don't know how trigger warnings work but I hope this helps)

I hope Tanaka doesn't hurt me again- he's really dang strong! Not to mention, a foot taller than my little 5'4 self. Oh and his Quirk, that's strong too- He gave me a black eye last year, and his friend broke my arm...I don't like remembering that- and I don't think I'll have to. My feet are suddenly swept out from under me, and I'm knocked to the ground. Of course there's a dark alley 30 minutes from my house. Of course I forgot to take the bus because I was thinking. Of course, the meanest person I've ever met, Kurayami Tanaka is the one who just tackled me to the floor. Of course we're the only people here. Of course I'm gonna die.