"Oh lookie here, the Trash Girl actually came to school today," Bakugou trots on over to your desk with his hands buried within the pockets of his uniform pants. "Why do you even bother with school? Why haven't Aizawa kicked you out?" You couldn't help but to sigh. Your head was hung low enough to allow your hair to hide your face, if even a little bit. To look into someone's eyes gave you a sense of dread. More dread came whenever someone talked to you, in which it was a rare occurrence. It was another thing for Bakugou to be calling you out, "hey look at me when I talk to you!" The blonde snapped, slamming one hand down atop your desk.

Although the slam startled you, you refused to show any fear in the slightest before your enemy. "You may be trash but you're not any trash I want to look at," you quickly threw that insult at Bakugou with a bored yet all so faintly amused grin. No sense in sticking around just to get up from your cold seat and walk out from the classroom as a whole not once looking back.

"Want any ice for that burn?" Kaminari cracked up immediately, doubled over in a struggle to stand as he held his stomach. Kirishima was a mirror image of the electric blonde, unable to keep himself from Bakugou's all so evident backfire.

A vein began to pop from Bakugou's forehead. The only thing keeping the vein from popping was the skin that lined his creased forehead. "Want to die Dunce Face?" The Blonde asked all the while clenching his hands in preparation for an explosion of karma.

"Bakugou you were out of line," Kirishima tfelt the need to point out, being the moral compass of the classroom besides IIda.

"Yeah you can't talk to pretty girls like that," Kaminari waved his finger before the bullies face.

"I was not!" Bakugou snapped. "Pretty or not, the bitch only comes in once a month. Someone needs to kick her out. We play heroes not hooky!!!"

"Doesn't mean you need to point it out," Kirishima frowned. Some things are better left unsaid.

"Plus, you don't call anyone trash. Even I can't bring myself to call anyone that except maybe you Bakugou," Kaminari had all the confidence he could get, crossing his arms to mimic his manlier friend of cherry red hair. "You're trash Bakugou."

"She is trash," Bakugou's eye twitched. "Everybody knows this."

"How come we don't?" Kaminari cocked a brow.

"Cause Shitty Hair is a rock, and you live under him."

"Ouch Kaminari," Sero overheard the conversation from his own desk only few feet away. "Now do you need any ice for that burn?"

"Sero, buddy, are you aware that everyone calls (Y/n) trash?" Kaminari won't let a pretty girl receive any more ridicule. As if you did anything to deserve it.

"Um Yeah, who doesn't know this?" Now Sero called the boys of red and yellow out on their oblivious nature as well. "The girl practically lives at the junkyard a few miles off. If she's not in school, then you'll find her swimming in filth." How Sero knows this is through small talk around school, probably rumors, but that's his evidence.

"Gross," Kaminari stuck out his tongue. "Guess she is literally trash."

"Kaminari!" Kirishima smacked the boy in the chest.

"What the hell!?" Kaminari retalitates, only to nearly bust his hand on Kirishima's rock hard chest.

"You find her to be pretty, go ask her out on a date or two. She could use some friends besides trash and roaches," of course Kirishima was being the manlier dad-mom of the group and suggested the right thing to do. Nobody could disagree.

"Trash or not, don't have to tell me twice!" Kaminari snatched Sero by his collar, then hooked an arm around Kirishima's shoulders. "To the dump! I'm gonna get a smoking hot girlfriend who plays dirty *snicker*"

"Hey hey I didn't sign up for this!!!" Sero struggled to escape Kaminari's grasp.

"We have school ya idiot!" Kirishima points out with haste.

After Kirishima had pointed out the one flaw in Kaminari's plans, the boys headed out to the city junkyard "Tell me why we were dragged along?" Sero half growled, the place had an overall scent of oil, it burned at their noses. On top of the oil was rust, smoke, rubber, spilled chemicals and possibly even animal carcasses made his nose and stomach think as one. His stomach wanted to lurch, while his nose filled to the brim with snot to block out everything harmful. Why would anyone want to live in a landfill of dead cars?

"I think this is really cool," Kirishima complements as the boys casually stepped around the skeletal frames of stripped cars. Some cars even had faces: the headlights were the eyes, the remnants of the bumpers made the mouth, and the frame of the car looked like the head and eyebrows. You may think that this is literally every car ever made, every car had headlights and all that jazz but nope. The cars looked as if their common parts that made up the face could interact with them.

"This motorcycle looks brand new," Kaminari awed as there was a sterling silver motorcycle parked out in the middle of the junkyard pathway that led deeper into the dump. The front of the bike resembled those of an eagle, it also had a few rusty patches and a small tear in the leather seat right at the seam, but overall it looked brand new, no... Not brand new, rather it was custom made with spare parts. "Hey guys wanna ride?" Kaminari smirked as he took a seat on the motorbike. The speedometer lit up in response to a rev of the engine. "Whoa wait... There's no ignition?" The boy couldn't believe his eyes.

"There should be a start button or something," Sero suggested without really listening to Kaminari the first time around.

"Nope, Nothing," Kaminari shrugged. No start button, no key hole. "It just turned on on it's own."

"Let's ride it!" Kirishima couldn't contain his excitement and jumped behind Kaminari on the bike. To ride a motorcycle was something on his bucket list. "We can find (Y/n) faster with this. Turn on the headlights!" It was sunset afterall. School lets out so late in the day.

"Um... How?" Kaminari puffed out his cheeks. Again, this bike lacked buttons, dials, everything besides the speedometer and the handles that made this thing move. Not to forget he's never driven one of these in all of his life.

"Strap your phone to the front with my tape," Sero suggested, unrolling himself a strand of tape from his elbows.

"I'm not breaking my phone!" Kaminari whined.

"My tape is stronger than duct tape so it's not like it'll fall off. Plus... You dragged us both out here," Sero said.

"Fine," with that, Sero taped Kaminari's cell phone flashlight to the front of the bike and the three of them somehow someway shared a ride on the motorbike. They drove around until they came across a little workshop in the dead middle of the junkyard. There at the workshop was a crew of men in casual clothes, all varying in age, they all either worked on fixing up the old abandoned cars or dragging near perfect automotive and machinery scraps into the open garage workshop.

"Does (Y/n) have a job? Is that why she's rarely in school?" Kaminari frowned. That's the conclusion he's came to.

"Far from it buddy," an older man in a brown leather aviator's jacket snickered as he had successfully caught the boys attention. "(Y/n)'s never in school because she has no friends, therefore she came here and is our best engineer. We're a close knit crew and we help her to create some new friends. You rode in on one of them," Kaminari jolted away from the eagle motorbike in response to the older male as it drove away on its own.

"H-how did it do that?" The blonde shivered.

"It's her quirk young'n," the man snickered, stepping away to his own devices within the garage type workshop.

"Her quirk?" Sero cocked a brow.

"Do we even know what her quirk is?" Kirishima frowned. You're never in school long enough to show off the many applications of your quirk.

"Now that's sad," Kaminari admits. "Technically we've known (Y/n) for more than a semester and know jack-shit about her... I'm asking her out!" Kaminari ran head first into the garage workshop, dodging the males carrying heavy loads of scrap metal, just to plant his hands on the rusty metal work table where you jumped back with a hand pressed to your chest.

"Wh-What the!?" You gasped, looking Kaminari over and recognized that grey and navy blue uniform of his. "W-W-W-Wait why are you here?" Although you didn't know Kaminari's name, you recognized him from U.A. but also your class. Sero and Kirishima joined to his side with large pearly white smiles. "O-Okay... Why are you all here? I swear if people have really resorted to following me to my job to tease then expect me to manually kick you ALL out," you stood up from your fairly new stool of steel. It was the second you adjusted your fingers order to snap them that the blonde with the black lightning bolt in his hair threw his hands above his head to surrender.

"Dude we're heroes! We'd never want to bully you," Kaminari smiled from ear to ear explaining his intentions.

"Tell that to Bakugou," you rolled your eyes, sitting back down.

"He's a lost cause," the boys all nodded between one another to agree.

"Just tell me why you're here..." You huffed.

"We just wanna be friends with you," Kaminari claimed.

"That's touching but I don't need anymore friends," you waved goodbye for the second time today. "Get out before I make you."

"Come on you're never in school, everyone here are old men, can't you give us... Or maybe just me a chance?" Kaminari was being so persistent that it appealed to you, yet it also gave the worst headache that ate away at the sensitive tissue of your brain.

"Why can't you respect my wishes and leave?" You dropped your head upon the table, repeatedly banging it.

"Fine," Kaminari sighed. "I actually came here because I wanted to ask you on a date."

"Doubt that," you said. "I'm Trash Girl, nobody wants anything to do with me."

"You're pretty and CLEARLY smarter than I am, you're perfect. Beyond Perfect."

"Leave me alone, quit toying with my emotions!" You snapped your fingers, there came a flurry of tremering footsteps. A trio of robotic animals dropped from the ceiling: A few birds to be more exact, all assumed to be a large eagle, a falcon, and maybe a vulture. Another large robotic animal jumped over your head with ease and landed before the boys. It spun around to face them, it was a dog, a dog with glowing red eyes, titanium claws that dug into the concrete below and snapping metallic jaws of sheet metal teeth. "I'm not gonna tell you again after this... I joined U.A. just to get access to equipment out of my hands, originally I joined to get friends but that backfired. So, just leave me alone."

"I'm not giving up just yet, but you won for today," Kaminari began walking away. Kirishima and Sero followed. Your robotic pets made sure to follow them out as well to ensure that they weren't on property anymore.

The next day, Kaminari went ahead to the junkyard all on his own since Kirishima and Sero thought of you as a lost cause. You were in denial, thinking everyone at U.A. was out to get you. You're also too enveloped in creating those robotic animals to fill the void due to the lack of friends. You must think of them as pets, no that's a true fact. Well, Kaminari believed you weren't a lost cause just yet. Then again he's dying to get a permanent girlfriend and Trash Girl fits everything he wants in a girl. Sort of shy, self sufficient, pretty, Einstein smart AND you go to his school. Yeah you don't live in the dorms as you were supposedly required to do, but you still go to U.A.

"Aw man the cool motorcycle isn't here... Still can't believe (Y/n) made that thing," The eagle motorcycle from yesterday wasn't at the entrance of the junkyard unlike yesterday. You probably made sure the bike wasn't there to prevent anyone from bothering you again. Clearly it worked. Kaminari loved that thing, it was fast despite carrying three almost 200 pound guys, turned corners with ease and had an miraculous sleek design. Even if it was rusty, he'd happily drive it into town and flaunt it wherever he goes.

"Oh screw it I can walk," Kaminari began the long walk to the workshop, not thrilled but he's alright with it. Can't sulk over a bike he doesn't even own right? Five minutes into the journey, he heard the loud hum of an engine from behind. "Please tell me it's not the dog-AH!" Kaminari was nearly scared out of his skin and ran for his life to the appearance of a ginormous bird of steel closing in on the boy with metallic talons outstretched and ready to kill. It had ominous green eyes and a strangely human like body subtract the wings and feet. Kaminari didn't get very far, he tripped, the bird with the impressive metal wingspan snatched him by the ankles and flew towards the workshop.

"Found a pest," your radio buzzed the message.

You sighed, taking a screw out from between your teeth and sat down your latest project. With a hint of annoyance, you pressed down the button on the microphone and cleared your throat. "Unless it's those boys from UA, you can set him down... We don't own this junk yard, the city does."

"I didn't bother to get a look at him..." the bird in the sky replies as he closed in on the workshop. The engines in his wings kept him afloat as he dangled poor terrified Kaminari through the skylight window for you to see. And boy were you not happy to see him as you stood at your table, tapping your foot, sending the boy a heated glare.

Taking note of the situation, Kaminari crossed his arms, dangled and smiled as if this was a normality while all his blood flooded to his facial region. "Hey (Y/n)," the blonde sang.

"Drop him..." You commanded. The metal bird dropped Kaminari hard on the floor, then perched on a platform elsewhere within the workshop. It shed itself of it's metals wings, mask, and talons revealing him to be that same old man in the aviator's jacket from the day before.

"I can't believe that wasn't one of your pets," Kaminari awed.

"Well I did create the technology," you sucked up the complement like a sponge to water.

"Quick, what's your quirk!?" The boy jumped to his feet.

"I can give any trashed or abandoned object a mind of its own. Hence why I keep building robotic dogs and stuff. They don't even need batteries or an engine which makes everything that much easier," your robotic dog from yesterday was sleeping behind you on the floor.

"So that explains why you set up shop here in the junkyard," Kaminari awed some more.

"Still doesn't explain why you came back here after I deliberately told you to stay away."

"Date me!" Kaminari begged.

"I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Denki Kaminari, we 'share' a class, I think you're awesome, date me," Kaminari pushed on the subject some more.

Even you couldn't deny the burning sensation to burn at the pits of your cheeks. "I'll admit you're the first guy who's ever actually shown any interest in me," you pet dog awoke from slumber, nuzzling it's slick metallic head into your hand. "Because I live in this trash heap nobody wants anything to do with me."

"You also stuck around for the first week of school, then you sort of started coming in every other week. Do you see where I'm going or do I need to explain some more?"

"I... I got the hint Kaminari," even on that first week of school you were labeled as the Trash Girl so you haven't really thought more into the subject.

"So..." Kaminari hummed. "Can you start coming to school more and I'll treat you to a date if you do?"

"Oh my God you really don't know when to quit," you snickered.

"Badass sexy girl with an army of robotic pets... Who wouldn't want a piece of you?"

"Q-Quit making me blush!" You pressed hands to your blazing cheeks. Your dog barked happily and pounced around as it read your emotions.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Kaminari did a victory fist thrust within the air.

"Yeah Yeah you win," you fanned your face. "Pounce on him," you whispered to the dog. You both had a nod of understanding before it pounced on Kaminari effortlessly. The blonde was knocked to the ground, being licked on the cheek repeatedly with the oily rubber tongue the sentient being possessed. While they were occupied, you went back to your previous project. The bird's frame was complete, which meant you could bring it to life anytime now and have a new pet, but one problem still lingered...

"Damn it I smell like oil now..." Kaminari wretched to the splotchy layers of black machine oil that stained his cheek and uniform. That dog of yours had enough love to pass around and decided to nap. Kaminari however wasn't through with his visit, stepping before your work table where you tore apart car batteries, coils of copper and broken stun guns. "What's up with this thing?" He picked up the frame to your latest project. He expected it to weigh a ton, instead, it was near weightless.

"I'm trying to make a thunderbird," you grunted, taking apart yet another stun gun. "I have the design finished, I'm just trying to figure out how to give it the ability to disperse electricity all on it's own as a defense mechanism... Nothing is working."

Kaminari picked up one stun gun that you have yet to dismantle. "Well the stun guns look bro-" a curious flip of the switch had the faulty wiring of the gun electrocuting the boy on the spot. Three seconds later, the gun was thrown against the whiteboard behind you. "Damn I'm electricity itself and that hurt," the boy sucked on his throbbing thumb with a pout.

"I got the idea to make this because of you," you admit.

"Really?!" Kaminari exclaimed with his thumb still within his mouth.

"Yeah," you sighed. "I was already working on another eagle but then you showed up out of the blue yesterday and I saw that thunderbolt in your hair that gave me too many evil ideas."

"Dude you made a thunderbird all because of me... Awesome!!!"

"Is awesome the only word in your vocabulary?"

"I have an idea!" He held up his index finger, it sparked with static. "A girl at school gave me a device that lets me shot discs that reroute my electricity instead of it going all over the place. I mean yeah your bird can't create electricity on it's own but if I were to shoot it full of electricity could it reroute my attack into its own attack?" Kaminari went full geek. It was a rare occurrence since his quirk eats his brain cells a little bit at a time. All you could do was stare at him dumbstruck. "Uh (Y/n)... Are you okay?"

"You just solved my problem!" You hugged Kaminari suddenly. "My thunderbird will act as a lightning rod! Do you mind having a pet bird? I have no problem letting you keep it since I think it'll help you in combat."

"That'd be kickass!"

"Then tada!!! You have a pet bird!" not even a moment later, you had incorporated the lightning rod within the bird's wings and activated your quirk. The being sparked to life, chirping happily and adjusting its blade like wings.

"I'm naming him Thor!" Kaminari wriggled with excitement as the bird stared at him with wonder.

"Go ahead, shoot Thor!" you were quick to throw on rubber working gloves and a welding mask for protection.

"Alright let's do this!" Kaminari held out his index finger like a gun.

Bzzzzt-ZAP!!!

One second standing, the next Kaminari was plastered to the steel doors of the garage. "Oh my God are you alright!?" You ran over in a worry.

"Clearly Thor works..." You tilted your head in confusion to the blonde. He drooled heavily at the mouth, eyes squinted, giving off these drowsy almost confused whimpers.