You heard your alarm clock buzzing. You groaned, swatted it off, and tumbled out of bed.
You shuffled to the mirror, staring at the mess of hair sticking out at every angle.
You ruffled it again, hoping it would cooperate, but it just flopped back into place.
A yawn stretched your jaw wide as you grabbed your uniform from the bed.
You changed quickly, then brushed through your hair.
"Y/N, you're going to be late!" Your mother called from downstairs, her voice already laced with impatience.
You grabbed your backpack and headed down to the kitchen, where she was waiting by the front door.
You opened the door and walked in front of her, heading to the car.
You slid into the passenger seat and watched your mom climb in behind the wheel, and the car pulled away from the house.
"It's not that far of a walk," you muttered, looking out the window.
"It's your first day," she said, her tone clipped. "And I have a business trip later today, so I won't be home when you get back."
"How long?" You asked, turning to look at her.
You noticed she was deliberately avoiding eye contact, her jaw tight.
You sat in silence for a moment before she finally answered.
"A few months," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Your eyes widened.
"You realize it's just me and you right?! You're leaving me for a few months?!" You blurted out, as she pulled into the school parking lot.
"Calm down, I don't want you blowing anything up!" She snapped, her voice edged with fear as she parked the car.
You sat frozen in your seat, staring at her. Is she really afraid of me?
You thought as you got out of the car and slammed the door shut, walking inside.
You kept your gaze downcast, trying to avoid looking at anything.
"Calm down, calm down," you mumbled under your breath, desperately trying to find your classroom.
Finally, you came upon the door with the class number printed on it.
You took a deep breath and pushed it open, stepping into a room already filled with students.
You scanned the classroom, but there was no teacher in sight.
You decided to walk to an empty seat, and as you sat down, you took another deep breath.
"What's your name?" A voice said, causing you to turn around.
It was a boy with blonde hair and a single black streak running through it.
"Leave her alone, can't you tell she's trying to breathe?" Another voice called out.
You looked over to see another guy with straight black hair, his elbows looking like some kind of quirk.
"I'm sorry about him," the blonde boy said, meeting your eye.
"It's fine, don't worry. My name is Y/N, by the way! What's yours?" You said, looking at both of them.
"Denki!" the blonde boy said, grinning.
"Sero!" the other man said as he pointed to his chest with a smile.
You nodded at their names just as the bell rang.
"I hope we can be friends!" You said to both of them before turning around.
"Of course we can!" They both said, letting out a laugh afterwards.
You smiled as the classroom door opened.
You looked over at it but no one was there, until you noticed it.
A man in a yellow sleeping bag was on the ground, laying there.
What the hell-
You thought as the person rolled into class and stood up at the podium.
"Good morning class. I'm your teacher, Shota Aizawa." He said as he unzipped his sleeping bag and stepped out.
He placed it on the ground beside him and looked at everyone.
"Today we are going to put your quirks to a test. Follow me." He said as he crossed his arms and walked out of the classroom.
"A test on the first day?!" You heard someone whisper.
The teacher didn't say anything, but he led you guys outside.
It was an open field, looking like a baseball diamond.
The teacher held up a ball as everyone focused on it.
"Let's see how far you can throw it," he said, tossing the ball to a boy with spiky blonde hair and red eyes.
The teacher smiled at everyone as we stood there confused.
"If you come in last place, you're expelled," he stated, causing everyone to stand there in shock.
You looked over to see the boy with blonde hair roll his arm back.
"Watch and learn," he said, then unleashed a blast of energy from his palm, sending the ball flying into the distance.
You stood there in shock as the teacher pulled out a device.
"705.2 meters," he said as he held up the device, showing it to everyone.
Your eyes widened at the number as the boy with the explosion quirk walked off with a grin.
His quirk is a little similar to mine, I wonder if he can help me.
You thought to yourself, before you heard a name.