𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 & 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 - 𝙈𝙃𝘼/ 𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

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KEY:

H/C = HAIR COLOUR

F/B = FAVOURITE BREAKFAST

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Today was Y/n first day at U.A., and she couldn't be more excited and anxious at the same time. She was so nervous that she put on her school shirt the wrong way and brushed her hair for a few minutes in a trance before her dad found her.

"Y/n, are you ready?" Taishiro questioned when opening her bedroom door. He found her sitting in front of her mirror brushing her h/c hair.

"Y/n?" He spoke again, this time he spoke louder to get her to reply. Still no answer.

A thought crossed his mind. He quickly ran downstairs and fetched two frying pans. He clanked them together, finally causing Y/n to awaken from her trance of hair brushing.

"Huh? Dad, what was that for? I was awake." Y/n stated blandly.

"I called for you twice and you gave no answer, what else was I supposed to do, huh? Call the police?" Taishiro said chuckling at his daughters antics. "Oh! Your shirt is the wrong side front."

Y/n looked up and down and saw that in fact, it was. She quickly shoo-ed her dad away and turned it correct side towards the front. She tied her hair and went downstairs.

"Y/n! I made f/b for breakfast! Come fast before it's cold!" Taishiro yelled up into the house.

"I'm not hungry Papa! You can have my serving!" Y/n declared to which her father stared at her in disbelief.

"Y/n, you know the importance of breakfast, right? It's the most important meal of the day!"

"I know Papa, but I really can't eat, I don't fe-" Y/n complained but was stopped by a f/b being stuffed into her mouth.

"There! Now eat up, you're gonna be late if you don't hurry!" Taishiro giggled with a large grin plastered on his face.

The two finally got in the car when Y/n finished her food. The car drive was extremely silent as Y/n got back into her trance, but this time able to get out of it easier. She stared outside of the window to the scenery of the beautiful outside world.

Finally arriving at school, Y/n sat frozen in her seat in the car.

"What are you so nervous for? It's your first day at U.A.! Isn't that exciting? You'll do great, little one! Just be yourself and everything will be fine!" Taishiro tried cheering her up.

"Thanks, Papa. That made me feel a bit better." She gave him a small nervous smile. Taishiro hugged her and rubbed her back reassuringly.

"I believe in you, Y/n. Now go out there and do your best! Shota is dropping you off at home, by the way. I have patrol so I can't pick you up. Love you!" He ushered her out of the car. Before she could climb back in, he already drove away while shouting a goodbye.

'Damn. Did he just abandon me here?'

Y/n started walking through the gates of U.A. and headed to her assigned classroom.

'Where is Class 1-A? Class 1-D, Class 1-C, Class 1-B, oh here it is.'

She then proceeded to slide open the huge door and enter the classroom. She saw multiple other students, now her classmates, and awkwardly stood at the side of the classroom. She saw the guy with glasses that she saw at the entrance exam, as well as a puffy ash-blond haired dude, a guy whose head is the head of a raven, a pink-skinned girl, a girl with jacks hanging from her ears and many other people. She tried to see if there was anyone she saw or knows. Tsuyu spotted her and went to her.

"Hello Y/n-san, Kero." Tsuyu greeted the girl.

"Oh hello, Tsu! Nice to see you again!" Y/n smiled at her.

"You excited for today? Kero."

"Nervous, but excited. You?"

"Same. Well, at least we're in the same class! Kero." Tsu tried to cheer them up.

"Hey Tsu! Who's this?" The pink-skinned girl asked Tsuyu while looking at you.

"Hi, I'm Y/n Toyomitsu, but my first name is fine." Y/n introduced herself to the horned girl.

"Mina Ashido! Nice to meet you, Y/n-chan! You can call me Mina! What's your quirk? Mine's acid!"

"You have a cool quirk, Mina-chan. My quirk is called 'Reprogram'. Basically I have to know the chemical formula of things or what it's made of to create them using tiny pixels that form from my hands."

"That's so cool! It's like Yaoyorozu's quirk! She can also create things!"

"What is like my quirk?"

Momo, after hearing her name, joined in on the conversation.

"Y/n-chan's quirk!"

"Really? I haven't met someone who has a similar quirk as me. How does your quirk work? I have to eat a lot and know how objects are made to create them and they form from my limbs."

"Mine is kinda like that. I just also need to know the chemical formula or what the object or fluid that I want to create is made of and then it's made by forming using pixels that appear out of my hands."

"That really is similar to mine! I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, please call me Momo. It's nice having someone who I can somewhat relate to." Momo said.

"I'm Y/n Toyomitsu, Y/n is fine. At least I have someone to talk to that would understand!" Y/n giggled a bit. Momo giggling with her.

"Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends" A gruff deep voice quieted down the class.

A man in a yellow sleeping bag was on the floor outside the class.

"This is the hero course." He unzipped his sleeping bag a bit and sipped on a food packet, probably apple sauce. He then stood up and unzipped his sleeping bag fully.

"Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough." He wore all black clothes with a white-grey scarf.

'Uncle Sho!'

You might be wondering how she knows a lot of pro heroes. She met them through her father. They also helped train her sometimes when her dad and his sidekicks couldn't or were busy.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you."

'I'm so glad that he's my homeroom teacher!'

"It's kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field." Aizawa searched in his sleeping bag for something and pulled out a U.A. training uniform.

'Well then, so here it begins...'