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"THIS IS RIDICULOUS," Y/L/N Y/N muttered, pulling at her red UA tie and glaring at her faint reflection in one of the school's floor-to-ceiling windows. "Nobody told me this school was like fucking Harvard."

With a final tug at her ridiculous uniform, she turned and sauntered into the classroom. Eighteen pairs of eyes were immediately on her, and she really had to resist the urge to look at the floor. Instead, she held all of their gazes with a neutral eyebrow-raise, sliding into a seat second from the front on the far left of the classroom and crossing one leg over the other.

There was a window right next to her, with a view of green-leafed trees and smooth brick walkways. 

Good. There was something to look at when she inevitably got bored.

Y/N started when a trembling hand tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, you're Y/L/N, right?"

She turned around, looking at the green-haired boy one seat behind her. He had tiny diamonds of freckles on his cheeks and shining eyes that made it look like he was about to burst into tears  at any given moment. He was smiling nervously. 

Y/N unfolded her legs and swung herself around so her legs were parallel to the back of her chair. She recognised the boy from the Entrance Exam - he was the one who's Quirk had caused him to break three of his limbs.

Incompatible with their body. The words struck a familiar nerve that made her want to throw her chair at the window and jump out of it, but she fought down the sick feeling and shrugged.

"And you're Midoriya, correct?"

He nodded. "Sorry to bother you - your Quirk's totally awesome and I really loved the way you used it in the Exam!  The way that you-"

Y/N swore that she could see thought bubbles surrounding him like a manga character as he muttered on and on about her Quirk, and she was mildly impressed by the amount of information he had gathered just from watching her fight for a moment or two, things she hadn't even known.

But she tried gently to steer him back on track. "You were about to ask me a question, what was it?"

Midoriya halted in the middle of his ramblings. "How did you know that?"

Y/N raised one of her fingers. "You tapped me nervously and asked for my name. From past experiences, I'm guessing you were trying to start a conversation with something easier to ask, because you needed to ask me a question that made you uncomfortable and you wanted to avoid that for as long as possible."

The entire class had gone silent and were just listening to Y/N explain her deductions.

"You also only approached me when I sat down, not when I came into class late, so I think it has something to do with ... this chair."

She twisted in the aforementioned seat to look at the rest of the room. "There's only one other free seat, and no one's looking at - behind you, Midoriya. So, I'm guessing that someone sat in this seat before I did and left, and you were about to tell me that I was sitting in a 'taken' seat. The owner of the seat is probably someone who scares you, and you don't want to anger them. Therefore, you were going to tell me to get out of the seat, but you were presumably too nice to lead with that, so here we are."

Everyone in Class 1-A sat in shocked silence, staring at the h/c-haired girl, who just swung back the right way into the seat and propped her feet on the desk. "Thanks for your concern, Midoriya, but I think I can handle some middle-school bully who thinks he's king shit."

Someone in the middle of the classroom snorted - a blond boy with a black lightning-bolt streak in his hair and a loosely tied tie, who slouched in his seat. "Good luck with Bakugo, then, Y/L/N. I'm sure you'll have an amazing time dealing with him."

Everyone snickered or winced, and Y/N found herself slightly uncomfortable. This boy, Bakugo, seemed to scare them all, whoever he was. But she wouldn't give up her seat, especially for a mystery boy who hadn't even shown up yet.

She'd learned long ago that if one was scared or nervous, it was always better to hide behind confidence or emotionlessness. 

To hide everything. 

"Eh. How bad can he be?" she shrugged.

The blond boy from before laughed. "I like this girl."

"Y/L/N Y/N," Y/N corrected.

"Kaminari Denki," Kaminari returned.

"I think you just became my best friend here."

"And you just became my best friend."

The tension in the room eased as the other students laughed at the casual, slightly passive-aggressive conversation occurring between the two.

The laughter stopped when somebody slammed open the door.

Somehow, he'd managed to throw open the heavy door with as much force as possible so that an cringingly loud bang resonated through the classroom. As for the boy himself ...

Y/N felt her lips curl into a smirk. So this was Bakugo Katsuki.

His uniform was an absolute disgrace - wrinkled shirt with the top button undone and his tie nowhere to be seen. Y/N was willing to bet that he'd get away with it, too.

Ash-blond hair stuck up everywhere in wild spikes and his red eyes were narrowed with perpetual contempt. His mouth was turned downwards into an angry scowl, and his jaw was tight as though he was going to punch something (or someone) in a moment's notice.

His eyes fell on Y/N, who's feet were once again on the desk, e/c eyes flashing with a bold challenge, and he stomped over.

Y/N looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Move it, extra. This is my seat."

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thank you for reading this
book and i hope you enjoy it!
~ jazzi