y/n l/n was class 2-a's fantastically spectacle. she carries herself with an air of confidence that boarders arrogance, but she has the wits and strength to back herself up and that's what makes her so enchanting. y/n was openly gay, which actually added to her high reputation for her bravery. however, y/n was well-liked because of her way of making the impossible possible, creating unthinkable tactics to break rules and suffer no consequences. 

y/n was just cool, too cool for anything less than pure admiration.

"y/n! y/n!" a student squeals, bowing towards y/n as she walked with her girlfriend and friends. she shamelessly presents a love letter to an amused y/n in front of said girlfriend. "please accept my feelings!"

more girls start crowding in front of y/n, who just basked in the attention with an attractive smirk. "no, y/n! accept mine!"

y/n truly was popular with such a loyal fanbase. 

"y/n, love me instead!"

"sorry girls, i've already got my doll." y/n lazily let them down gently, even while being rejected the girls couldn't focus on anything except y/n's good looks. "but, hope we can still be friends."

"of course, y/n!" they all exclaim, just happy to be told they were a friend by the charismatic girl.

y/n continues walking on with a satisfied grin, slinging her arm around momo. sure she was taken, but that didn't mean that she didn't liked her ego stroked every once in a while. kirishima and denki were in awe of their friend, she really was the it person of u.a.

"why do girls always fall at your feet, bro?" kiri asks, his mind completely scrambled at the sheer amount attention the girl gets, even with momo around.

"right, it's totally unfair!" denki whines childishly. "i want some fan girl action."

"don't know." y/n shrugs, nonchalant about the whole thing, she'd been experiencing this kind of stuff since forever, and she knew it'd get even bigger once her pro hero career starts. "could be my big dick energy." she jokes, making momo roll her eyes.

"oh, you can be a big dick alright." momo huffs.

"aw doll, don't be mad at me." y/n lifts her annoyed girlfriend's chin towards her with her index finger. "you know i'd never leave my doll."

"mhm, maybe you could make it up to me." momo muses, smirking at y/n as she hinting about the conversation she had with y/n the night before.

"very cheeky. i'll think about it, okay?" she chuckles softly, pleasing her girlfriend with her promise.

"yes."

kirishima clutches his chest at his friends, they're almost too manly for him to handle. denki was in a similar state, not even trying to hide his mixture of envy and jealousy of their dynamic. he's never felt so single.

"kiri-dude, their cuteness is too much." denki dramatically wipes tears out his eyes. "i might pass out."

"and i'll catch you bro."

denki gives a wholeheartedly sappy smile. "dude."

"dude." kiri returns the sentiment.

"ha ha, see you love birds." y/n snickers, breaking up the bromance and pecks momo on the lips affectionately. "bye doll."

"see you tonight, y/n." momo says with an underlying tone of sultry, which y/n smirked at.

"mhm." y/n hums, walking the opposite direction of the group towards the dorms.

"where you going, y/n-bro?" kiri asks, since they all planned to walk towards the city for a bit.

"dorms." y/n replies, making kiri nod. "gotta see if izuku's done being a little hermit."

"makes sense." kiri gives y/n an enthusiastic wave before starting to walk back towards the group. "bye y/n!"

"yeah, bye dude!" denki calls loudly.

"catch you later, guys." y/n responds with equal volume before heading into the dorms.

y/n whistled a light tune as she navigated through the empty halls of the dormitory building until she got to the common room, which presented a stiff and rigid tenya iida. he looked as if he was standing guard at a museum, making y/n internally roll her eyes at him.

 tenya was y/n l/n's biggest hater, he never got what made her so special that she could live so carefree, breaking any rule she pleased. rules were made to be followed, and he thought that y/n l/n wasn't any different. though y/n herself would beg to differ.

great, just great. she couldn't wait to hear whatever lecture he was cooking up in that brain of his.

"hello, tenya." y/n sighs, although her signature smirk doesn't leave her face, ticking iida off immensely.

"that's iida-san to you, l/n-san." iida snaps, waving his arm around robotically. his tone much harsher than his usual robotic voice, in order to be respected as the authority he is by the uninterested hooligan in front of him (class representative is an important position after all).

"sure, sure." too bad y/n never responded well to authority. she just moseyed on past him towards her destination, izuku's dorm room. "see ya' tenya."

"hold it right there." she was stopped by iida sticking his arm out in front of her.

"yes?" she says sparing him another glance, masking her annoyance as much as possible.

"where are you going, l/n-san? your dorm is on the fourth floor." iida interrogates, y/n almost cared. almost. "this is the second floor and the boys' side no less."

"visiting a friend." she explains before snickering. "you do know what a friend is, don't you tenya?"

"what?! of course, i do. l/n-san!" iida being caught off guard, unknowingly let the girl go free. y/n seized the opportunity activating her quirk. she speedily flew down the hall, stifling a laugh at iida's yells in the distance. "l/n-san get back here you outrageous hazbin!"

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"izuku, knock, knock." y/n opens the door without knocking, happily out of breath slightly from her grand escape from iida. "how''s life treatin' ya?"

"get out, y/n." izuku grumbles, not even looking up from his textbook.

"wow, such a warm welcome from my best friend." y/n says sarcastically putting her hand on her heart. "i might cry, i feel so loved."

"not now." izuku ushers her away with his words, y/n could feel her own hand cramping by how fast and aggressive izuku was writing his notes. "i'm studying, and you're the most distracting thing i can think of."

"whatever, grumpy pants." y/n just sprawls across izuku's bed deciding to just wait and scroll through her phone.

y/n looks at the clock and sees that it's been hours. she looks to izuku's desk and sees him being the exact same as he was two hours ago, except now he was sweating and obviously tired.

"don't you think you've been studying too long, izuku?" y/n asks, slightly concerned by how hard he was gripping his pencil. "you haven't taken a single break."

"i know, i know, but i need a good grade on these exams!" izuku dismisses with a passionate explanation as to why he must work so obscenely. "my mom, my future, all might are all counting on me to do the best. becoming the greatest hero requires all my effort."

"and that means working yourself to the point your mind turns to mush." y/n muses, glance at izuku's notes.

"plus ultra." izuku argues. "and my mind is not mush."

"you sure about that?" y/n points to his work, reading the last two lines. "you've written the word bystander ten times...in a row."

"right." izuku looks at his notes and sees that y/n was, in fact, correct. he leans back, finally dropping his pen, raking his fingers through his unruly hair. "ok, so maybe i could use a break."

"i knew you'd come around. you've come to the right person." y/n smiles mischievously, ruffling izuku's hair. "get ready izuku because tomorrow's our big day?"

"what's tomorrow?" izuku asks with a head tilt, there wasn't anything special about tomorrow. it was just any other school day.

"our day off." y/n announces loudly, rushing out of izuku's room

and all izuku could say was.

"huh?"