Last night before school this morning, Uraraka told me that we were having a sports festival of some kind and that's rather exciting.
And that it's a pretty big thing apparently, I've never seen it before. Since when I was younger it was all about pleasing Shoto-.. Todoroki and becoming the pretty mother and wife. So I never had any freedom, maybe a few minutes of talking with Touya but then he left, leaving me with nothing.

Anway enough with this sad stuff, left talk about the fact taht there is a huge ass mob of people outside the class doors.

A swarm of Students from all different course stood at the door, faces plan angry.
"What are you extras doing?"
Bakugo growls out, trying to push his way through. The crowd goes wild, Iida in the back lecturing the explosion dandelion.

"So this is class 1-a"
"I heard you were pretty cool, but you just sound like an asshole"
Bakugo seems not too fazed but rather annoyed at the comment but the mysterious stranger speaks up.

"How nice to come here to meet a bunch of egomaniacs"
The deep voice speaks up, ultimately shutting everyone up.

"I wanted to be in the hero course, but was forced to choose another track"

"What do you want?"
I cut in just wanting to go home, or rather back to my safe zone, Reis home.

He smirks before tilting his head down, his wild purple hair following.
He looks up at me through his lashes, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. I couldn't help but blush, who the hell does this guy think he is?!
I huff and look away annoyed as ever.

"I'm scouting the competition, the other might be but who knows, I'm just here to say if you don't give your best I could steal your spot from right under your nose, so consider this a deceleration of war."
I flick my surprised gaze up towards the taller male, his eyes didnt leave mine but they held a hidden threat. A threat so large I started considering my own position in 1-a, maybe I wasn't worthy enough?

"HEY IM FROM 1-b AND I CAM EHERE TO SEE IF YOU GUYS REALLY FOUGHT VILLAINS!! BUT INSTEAD YOU GUYS LOOK LIKE STUCK UP BRATS"
I sigh before pushing my way through the crowd, many taller people shove me but I just keep my head down and keep moving.

I finally break through and quickly shuffle towards my way home, but a text message stops me.

'I'm sorry'
It was from Fuyumi.

No. They are three simple words but it seemed to shatter my heart. I could feel how broken she must feel, and that's all because of me. Im the one that should be apologising. But I'm a coward, too scared to face my problems.
No.
I will face her. I can. And I will.

Hold on Fuyumi, I'm coming back to make things right.