(: Inner thoughts :)

Staring blankly at the front of the class I thought to myself, why couldn't I be blessed with a talent? I mean yeah sure quirks are cool and all but everyone here has one so a talent would kind of stand out, even if its something as small as being able to write poetry well.

At this point I'd take anything

Maybe it could even help me make a friend. It's not that I was a horrible person, I just don't converse well with others.

'You mean you refuse to speak right?' your inner voice intruded your thoughts.

'Oh shut up, I'm aware I don't speak and it does have its perks although they are very minor.

Growing up that way I ended up never feeling the need to speak or the thought that if I did I'd just stumble over my words. I furrowed my brows

It did make me feel bad especially when a guy in my class Bakugou? Was that his name? Had tried talking to me, well it was more like bragging about how 'he would be top of the class' and 'become the number one hero surpassing All Might' and I hadn't added to the conversation which caused his anger to grow thinking that I was defying him.

Ever since then he'd make the occasional jab about how I never talk and that I didn't because I was most likely hiding a hideous voice.

I can't lie sometimes it was harder to deal with it than other days but with it being a daily occasion the blows became less harsh as I became desensitised to them, they were more like a routine than anything.

Though there was a girl in my class Hagakure Toru, I wanted to believe that maybe she could relate to me, being neglected and forgotten, but she had put herself out there and found a great group of friends that make sure she isn't left out although occasionally it was hard for them to look at her as she was invisible.

All I did was sit at the back of the class next to the window behind her. (ik she sits at the front but for the sake of the story lets pretend she's at the back :D )

I spent most of the lesson trying to gather the courage to go up to her and hand her a note, but I had no idea what to write.

'Hey I'm L/n Y/n you probably don't know me but I wanted to say hi!' No that was awkward, scribbling it out I wrote it again.

'I've seen you around and just wanted to say hi' Am I her stalker or something? It was too creepy.

Looking up I cursed myself crap the lesson was about to end, so I wrote the first thing that came to mind.

'Hi :)' yeah that would do, it's simple and the smiley face added that cute touch to stop it from being boring.

Slowly I started to put away my things hoping to not get caught by Aizawas dead stare. Luckily he didn't notice and with the sound of the bell ringing signalling the end of the day I quickly stood up grabbing my books.

Noticing that there were only a few people left in the class I rushed over and gave Hagakure a tap on the shoulder. She jumped a little in surprise before turning to face me.

"Oh hi! You scared me." She kindly said, not wanting her to think that I was ignoring her like Bakugou mistakenly did I quickly shoved the note at her and ran off once she had grabbed a hold of it.

~~~3rd POV~~~

Finally reaching the U.A entrance you pause for a moment to catch your breath before starting back up. 

Noticing the sky darken you cursed yourself for not riding your bike to school today 'why did I decide to walk, I never ever walk and of course its just my luck that it's going to rain the one day I have no way of making a quick get away." 

Kicking a pebble in frustration it tumbled along onto the road. Looking up the bird above you squawked warning of the incoming storm glaring at the bird "yeah I know I can see" you muttered below your breath when a rain drop landed on your nose as others fell along with it.

Pulling your black bag over your head as a make shift umbrella you started speed walking home being careful to not trip over the uneven pavement. The crunch of sticks were heard more regularly as others around started to run looking to your right you noticed a business man in a sleek black suit dashing for dear life with a panicked look on his face giggling you arrived home.

"Quick y/n quick get inside there's a surprise!" your little brother shouted out.

"Come in honey I don't want you getting sick" your mother said ushering you inside. After placing your bag and locking the door behind you, you followed your brother who hadn't stopped tugging on your shirt. 

"Calm down I'm coming what do you need to show me anyway?" you enquired relieved to freely be able to speak 

"I got my quirk!" he jumped up and down eagerly, you wondered what his quirk would be, would it be Mind Plague like mums or Emotion Manipulation like your dads?

"How cool why don't you show me" you smiled at him kneeling down to be eye level. 

He agreed straight away scrunching up his face 'guess who quirk I got, mamas' you thought huh that's odd, wait hold up "did you do that?" you asked eyes wide with shock "yeah I did but I cant do it for long" he huffed out.

"Aww its ok I'm sure by the time you're my age you'll be in class 1-A as well" reassuring him.

"You really think so? I wonder how class 1-A is, do you make lots of friends?" he said practically bouncing of the walls

"Yeah you make loads of friends" well it wasn't a complete lie you never said that you were the one making the friends plus encouraging the gremlin couldn't hurt too bad.

Shit, it dawned with both your mum and brother having the same quirk there would be no peace in your mind till you moved out.

Saying goodbye to your brother you retired to your room it was quite spacious with a bed covered with a white doona and some throw pillows along with a body pillow thrown on it in the middle of your room, a small wooden desk that sat below a grey curtained window a space away from the foot of the bed.

On both sides of your bed instead of side tables you had shelves that were decorated with all different types of minerals that you had obsessed over throughout the years. It was quite embarrassing how much you still fangirl over them but fortunately for you no one had, had the luxury of entering the room, and your closet tucked into the left of the room.

You sighed flopping onto the comfy sheets. Your brother asking about Class 1-A had brought up all the things you were desperately trying to ignore. 

"Maybe passing that note was a bad idea its not like anyone would take enough notice of me to strike up a conversation." these self destructive thoughts weren't anything new, some people liked to call it anxiety, you liked to think of them as training. 

Flipping over you fetched your phone and scrolled through social media waiting to be called down for dinner.

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and don't think I forgot about the postly Hitoshi meme

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