~~Fawn's P.O.V~~

It had been a week since I formally joined class 1-A.

I learned the ash-blonde bully's name is Bakugou and apparently he's the reason why everyone calls Izuku, 'Deku'. I didn't know what 'Deku' meant until I read a Japanese dictionary. Deku meant that something or someone is useless... I'll never call Izuku that ever again. Then again, why does Izuku let everyone call him that? 

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Everyone in this class is so far ahead of me. If it wasn't for Izuku and Uraraka, i would be absolutely clueless about what's been going on.

halfway through the day, I had English class. Mr. Yamada let us have an individual study session. I took out my notebook and a textbook and started to take notes on anything we would be tested on. After a while, I finally noticed how eerily quiet the classroom was. Usually there was a snicker or snort of laughter coming from somewhere, but there was nothing. It was strangely peaceful, considering that Kirishima, Bakugou, Denki, and Izuku were in this class with me.

As I continue to write down in my journal, I feel myself starting to drift off. I rub my eye in an attempt to push away my drowsiness, but it only seems to make it worse. Before I know it, I've succumbed to the sweet temptation of sleep.

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"Fawn?! Where are you?!" My father bellowed from our cabin. I flinch in fear and dash back home. He watched intensely as I ran up to him. He looked down at me with disapproval in his eyes.

My father was a forgotten hero. His name was Stampede. His quirk was called Stallion. He looked like a black Centaur from ancient Greece. But the fact that he was forgotten by society for his services made him bitter and stone-hearted.

"You were trying to sneak away so you could go to that stupid Japanese school, weren't you?!" He yelled. He hated U.A. and other schools like them. He was a firm believer that Heroism couldn't and shouldn't be taught. It didn't make him feel any better that I applied for U.A... and got accepted.

"N-No, I was going for a--"

"For what? 'A Walk'? Likely story." He interrupted me. his horse tail swished in agitation. 

"I was taking a walk because I like the freedom of being away from you!" I began calmly but ended up yelling at him. He's been too controlling over me ever since he 'retired' from hero work. But when i yelled at him, that was the biggest mistake of my life.

He growled under his breath, stood up on his hind legs, and--

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The slamming of books on my desk made me wake up. I shot up from my sleeping position and and saw Bakugou standing in front of me.

"Hey furry, Wake up! Class is over!" Bakugou said loudly. 

"Would you stop calling me that." I look up at him with a look of annoyance.

"And why should I do that? Huh?" He replied quite rudely. I stood up from my desk and look Bakugou in his fiery red eyes.

"Because I Am. Not. A. Furry. I was born this way, its not my fault!" I verbally retaliate. He looked shocked that I actually stood up for myself. I could see Kirishima looking over at us, seeming worried about me and Bakugou at the moment. 

Bakugou chuckled and raised his left hand. "You act tough... But its hard to be brave when your blown to bits-" He said as he made several small explosions in his hand. I glared at him and stood my ground. I was not going to submit myself to this bully. He may be able to get away with this with Izuku, but not me.

"Try me." I reply coolly. Kiri continues to stand behind Bakugou, not as support, but to step in if needed. Me and Bakugou locked eyes, mentally daring each other to look away but after a few minutes of aggressive silence, he looked away. He scoffed at me and turned away.

"Your not worth my time anyways." He said and he finally left the room. I give him a hard stare as he left, not wavering in the slightest. Kirishima looked between me and Bakugou a few times before taking a step towards me. I look over to him, his expression held no aggression, but more like apologetic.

"Hey, you okay? I'm sorry about him. I--" He started.

"No, please. Don't apologize for him." I interrupt him. I turn away and grab my backpack and stuff my notebook and textbook into it and start to walk away. 

"H-Hey wait!--" he says as he runs after me. I ignore him, as crewel as that may be. He catches up to me and gently grabs me by the arm. 

"look, its okay if you don't forgive him, he has a lot of problems with people in our class and many others. But... I just wanted to say... I've never seen anyone stand up to him like that." He says to me. He sounded a little concerned.

"Why do you say that like its a bad thing then?" I say as I pull my arm out of his grip.

"... He has an extreme temper, and provoking him like that can get you hurt. hes not used to being challenged by someone like you." He explains to me. I take offence to what he says. I take a step back and glare at him

"For one, I'm not weak. Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean that I need protection. And two, 'Someone like me'? what's that supposed to mean, huh?" I say to him, making it obvious that he struck a nerve. He looked nervous and put his hands up, like he didn't want to fight.

"I-I didn't mean it like that! its just-..." He started shakily. but he was at a loss for words. He sighed and looked down. 

"Just be careful, okay?" He said as he finally turned and walked away. I watch him walk down the hall opposite of me, his red hair practically glowing in the afternoon sun. I sigh and go to exit the school.

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The Next Day

"Class, today we will be playing capture the flag. For those of you who have forgotten the rules, ill go over them once." Mr. Aizawa started. a couple of students silently celebrated this fact. I guess Capture the Flag was a big deal.

"You will be split into two teams. Red and Blue. Your objective is to run through the maze and try to capture the other team's flag." Mr. Aizawa said. "Bakugou, Sero, Mina, Sato, Toru, Denki, Yuga, Koda, Tokoyami, and Ojiro, will be on the Red team. Everyone else is on Blue team." 

Everyone either looked really excited or really nervous. Bakugou glances ove rat me and gives me a look that practicall yelled:

"Your Screwed."

~~~ End of part 2~~~