Your POV
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I slammed my hand across the alarm clock next to my bed. I was excited to finally start at UA, but not enough to willingly wake up early. I quickly changed out of my fleece pajamas and into the school uniform they’d provided. Entering the kitchen, I grabbed a quick breakfast and packed my lunch. As I reached for the door, a familiar weight pressed down on me, stopping me cold. Dammit. I hated when he used his quirk on me. My father approached from behind.
“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” he asked, his voice low.
“To school, please let me go,” I said, still unable to move.
“Just wanted to tell you I’m proud of my little girl,” he whispered in my ear, tightening his grip slightly around my neck. I finally regained control, snatched my shoes, and bolted out of the apartment, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
I couldn’t cry on the first day. I pushed the thought of him away and approached the school about ten minutes later. Relief washed over me as UA came into view. Yes! I practically ran through the gates, excitement bubbling inside me—and then, BUMP.
“GAH, WATCH IT!” he yelled as we both tumbled to the ground. Panic flared. “I am so sorry, it was my fault!” I blurted out, extending a hand to help him up. He swatted it away. “DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU DAMN COW!”
What was his problem? My quirk was Bull, granting me the physical traits of one—bullhorns on my head and enhanced strength, speed, and resilience. The angry boy began to stand up.
“It wasn’t supposed to be a high five, you moron. Get your shit together.” I retorted, trying to keep my voice level.
“What did you say, cow bitch!” He lunged toward me, but I stood my ground.
“Kachan, please stop!” A voice called out. The anger subsided as I turned to see a young boy with green hair and matching eyes, freckles dusting his cheeks.
“Don’t interfere, you damn nerd,” he snarled. “Jeez, this guy needs to chill.” I sighed, “Sorry, I’ll move along,” I said, turning to walk away. The green-haired boy caught up to me. “Hey, wait up! I didn’t catch your name!”
“My name is l/n f/n, what’s yours?” I asked.
“I’m Izuku Midoriya! Call me Deku.” He said, a bright smile illuminating his face. It was almost as if he sparkled, his sincerity pure.
“So, what class are you in, Deku?” I asked.
“Class 1-A, what about you?”
“Hey, we’re in the same class!” I exclaimed.
“Wow, that must mean you did really well on the entrance exam! What was your ranking?” he asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
“I got ranked 5th, not as high as some others. Mostly saving points.” I explained.
We talked about the exam as we walked toward class. Reaching the door, we paused, wondering why it was so large. The class looked lively, yet chaotic—a boy with glasses was yelling at everyone, girls were clustered together with boys. Izuku was pulled aside by a girl with rosy cheeks and short brown hair.
I wandered off, searching for an empty seat. Only one remained, and it was next to the hot-headed boy. His feet were propped on the desk, his crimson eyes fixed on me. “What are you looking at? You wanna fight?” he asked aggressively.
“Are you serious? You put your feet up first,” I countered.
The class went silent as the boy stood up and approached me. “Shut it, cow. Meet me at the beach after school and fight me,” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, what’s your problem? Why are you so desperate to win at everything? It doesn’s hurt to lose once in a while.”
“I WILL BE THE BEST HERO AND THAT MEANS I HAVE TO BE UNSTOPPABLE!” He yelled, pacing from his seat. He was getting on my nerves.
“Calm down, please…or I’ll get angry,” I warned him, adopting a cold expression.
“OOOHH, I’M SO SCARED.” He taunted, closing in on me, then the door burst open. “Enough! Why are you so damn loud?” A man said, his voice laced with exhaustion.
Everyone settled down as we and hothead gave each other death stares. “I am Mr. Aizawa, and I’ll be your homeroom teacher,” he said in a monotone. The rest of the day passed quickly. Lunchtime rolled around, and I knew two people, only one of whom was a friend. I found Izuku sitting with the brown-haired girl and the class president.
“Hey, Izuku! May I sit here?” I asked.
“Of course! Oh, this is Tenya Ida and Ochako Uraraka,” he said.
“Hello! You must be l/n, right? Those quirk tests were crazy!” Uraraka said.
“Yeah, I didn’t realize how powerful Izuku was either,” I commented. Izuku blushed at the compliment. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. My first day at UA wasn’t so bad after all.