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He was staring at me
He was staring at me hard
When I agreed to be escorted to class by him I didn't think that it would come with an ogling session. All I'm glad for is that he's not frowning or scowling while intently inspecting my face. I don't think my heart could take any more oddly specific facial expressions.
The staring only stopped when we arrived in front of a tall door. The name plate next to it read ‘1-A’, aka the class where I'm going to spend my afternoons. He stopped staring at me long enough to slide open the door and walk inside. I drifted after him.
There were around 21 seats that were aligned in a grid and facing the front of the room. In those 21 seats was the group from last night, noticeably short a molester.
Uraraka, Frogger, Punk Pony, Mz. Bismal and…. Some floating clothes? Were talking animatedly around some desks.
A few desks away Pokeball was looking over a book quietly.
Near the middle of the room a group of relatively normal looking guys were shouting over a phone, probably watching a sports match by the intensity that the yellow haired one shoved the red one.
The rest weren't doing anything interesting enough to be worth mentioning.
Kermit the Nerd settled into a seat. Oh God, are there assigned seats? I stood at the front of the class awkwardly. I mean, what else could I do? There was no teacher, I'm already on edge from earlier, and everyone else in this room has the same uniform on, and I'm the sore thumb in my stupidly adorable colorful outfit.
My thoughts were whirling a mile a minute, for a few of them. Until, I heard the sound of polyester plastic scraping against tile. I turned towards the sound and there was this big ass yellow worm, sitting in the doorway.
Inside of the face hole of this worm was the face of our teacher, stringy black hair and all. I looked at him. He looked at me. We looked at each other.
I looked at the classroom to see if anyone would notice this bizarre sight but no one, no one but Kermit the Nerd noticed. I bet he only noticed because he was staring at me but he noticed all the same. I looked at him. He looked at me. We looked at the classroom, no one else noticed.
I didn't speak, and neither did him. Neither of us spoke when our teacher shrugged into the room and up to the podium. He waited about 10 minutes up there, watching the class goof off and chat before he suddenly shouted.
“10 minutes!” The class instantly fell into order, scrambling to seats and trying to seem less surprised than they were. “10 minutes, I have sat in front of this podium watching you guys chat and converse.” He unzipped himself from the bright yellow fucking sleeping bag and dropped it in a pile near him on the floor.
“10 minutes have Midoriya and l/n been watching you be clueless about the new presence in your classroom. They stayed quiet,” The room was quiet. “If this was a scenario where I was a villain, or a predator you would be in trouble. I'm willing to give l/n and Midoriya the benefit of the doubt about being quiet, as they realized it was an assessment. For the rest of you though…”
He flashed his quirk, piercing freaky red sclera lighting up the room. A hot flash of anger coursed through me, my face reflecting it, but only for a second. My emotions had leveled out once he had put the demon eyes away.
“extra homework all this week.” The class groaned and complained, as to be expected. “ Now, onto the next matter of the day, you have a new student.” He gestured to me and all pairs of eyes, that were not already on me, shifted to me. I waved, keeping one hand behind my back as I normally do. I tried a smile but it came out jittery.
“Hi,” I giggled in nervousness, placing a hand on my chest and taking a deep breath, I introduced myself.
“Hello, my name is y/n l/n, I am a 15 year old African American female that likes gaming, dislikes bullies, and hopes to be good friends with you in the future.” I curtsied, when I mentioned bullies, Platinum Blonde Problem, who I didn't even see when I first walked in, flinched. That might have been from the instant cacophony of noise from everyone talking at once, asking questions.
“quiet!” mr. Aizawa yelled, he does a lot of yelling “Thank you l/n, you can take a seat in the empty one behind midoriya.” Mr. Aizawa pointed to the back of the room.
I pulled back slightly in disgust, “is…is that were that,” I made a vague disappointed noise and waved my hand like I was wafting away funk, I'm sure my face filled in the rest. “used to sit?” I asked.
“Yes,”
“oh,”
I clicked my tongue, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Do you have any…cleaning supplies or anything I could borrow for a second?” I asked super nicely, Mr. Aizawa reached below the podium into a box and handed me a cylinder that had a cartoon image of a wet wipe on it.
“Thank you,” I walked to my seat, passing by several guys who turned as I passed. Except for Kermit the Nerd. He didn't look, he just…smiled.
Anyways, enough about him.
I took a few wipes out and scrubbed the desk head to toe. When I was done, I balled up the dirty wipes, disposed of them, and returned the clean ones.
Mr. Aizawa started again, repramainding the class for their earlier mistake, taking care to exclude me and Kermit. It almost felt like he was making us targets, or maybe that's my American thinking.
After the 2 minute mark I stopped listening, unwillingly deciding to focus on the hair on the back of the nerd sitting in front of me.
Several more blah blah blahs later and the sound of tiny, light but rapidly approaching footsteps shook me out of my mind prison. The footsteps made an abrupt stop at the classroom door.
While expecting a mouse, rat or other small mammal based thing, I was unpleasantly surprised when a wall of man muscle dramatically and quite loudly entered through the door. He shouted something like ‘i hate deer’ but, I couldn't hear him over the sound of my fucking eyebrows blasting off into orbit.
This man was HUGE and I know I use that word a lot, but a lot of this school is just too fucking big. He wore a skin tight suit that was the colors of either the French, Russian or American flag.
“Good morning young heroes!” He stood before the desks, hands on his hips in a stereotypical DC hero pose, all shining teeth and extravaganza. It wasn't fooling me but it was fooling midoriya, and by the looks of it, very well.
His eyes sparkled in admiration, he looked absolutely ad-fucking-dorable. Just wanted to squish his little fucking face.
I remembered that I was staring and quickly ceased that action.
“Who's Ready For Some Hero Work?” That got everyone excited, “Get dressed in your hero costumes and meet me in field gamma!” He pointed dramatically at the ceiling and the wall behind him split open with a mechanical hiss.
The sections of the wall separated into little cubbies,each one holding a gray box with a neon green number. They must have the suits that he was talking about earlier inside them. Everyone got up and grabbed a box. I guess they were given their numbers beforehand.
Suddenly, the dude pointed at me. “You there! I have not seen you in this class before, what is your name?” Kermit the nerd turned around so fast I was worried he might break his neck. He just emanated childlike wonder. It made him look like a kid, ya know, with the squishy cheeks and big ass eyes and-.
“My name's y/n sir.” I answered, the students had all gotten up by this point, grabbed their boxes, and went out the door. Presumably heading to ‘field gamma’ or whatever, leaving me to talk with this multicultural flag based guy.
“What hero school did you come from young y/n” I furrowed my brows, “I…I came from America sir.” he stood silently, apparently expecting me to explain. “So, in America, as I'm sure you don’t know, quirks are not… regarded as real life things.” I fiddled with my fingernails, cleaning them meticulously. “They’re like fairy tales, rumors, so this is all new to me. Like the floating clothes, was that even a student, was i hallucinating or what!? Even the bird guy, I don't think I even want to know what's up with that!” I waved that train of thought away. “Anyways, think of me like a 5 year old, I heard that that's the age that quirks manifest.”
The man looked at me, I was really getting tired of people doing that instead of talking, or even reacting. “Nice to meet you, while that is an interesting story, staying in a classroom won't help you any!” he flashed another bright white-teethed smile. “The rest of them couldn't have gone far, catch up with your classmates and change into the UA gym uniform. I trust that the girls will be able to help you find it.” I got up from my seat, giving him a slightly mocking thumbs up before sauntering out the door.
He was right, my classmates either had not gotten very far or this hallway was unnaturally long. Based on the overlapping chatter I had to guess the former although, the latter is still viable.
“All I'm saying is that there's no universe where elastigirl couldn't get it.” I was taken aback, out of all the conversations between the girls that I expected to hear upon approaching, debating over whether elastigirl was fuckable or not, was not one of them. “Yeah, I know, but she has a husband and had three kids with him.” The floating clothes can talk, shocker. “Even if shes married, a girl can have fun.” Punk Pony smiled devilishly, definitely not a look I expected from such a proper looking girl. The rest of the girls shrieked in laughter, responses varying from “oh no no no,” to “hell yes!”
“E-excuse me.” I tapped on Miz. Bismal’s shoulder. She jumped before turning around and shrieking again, this time in some form of excitement. “Oh my gawd, hi! Your the new girl who beat the crap out of mineta, y/n, right?” She asked, I smiled sheepishly. Is that really what I'm known for? “yes, yes I am. Um, big burly guy said that I should tag along with you guys because I need to change into the gym uniform, and yall would know what that is.”
“Oh of course! Your gonna have to learn your way around here