Fight or Flight [BNHA x reader]

I'm Jared...19

You threw open the door and all 20 sets of eyes in the classroom stared directly at your figure. Many of them were mesmerized at the sight of your brightly colored hair (most wondering if it was natural) and your large glittering wings that looked almost ethereal against your form. The room was dead silent and the man at the front of the classroom stopped his teaching, his body turning to see what the commotion is about. He looked to be a pretty basic man, he was average in height, body mass, had short brown hair, and grey eyes. 

He smiled at you though it looked like a smile that was strained from annoyance or exhaustion more so than one of genuine happiness and care. He was already over dealing with his rowdy class of hormonal teenagers. His grey eyes looked over your wings in interest then found their way back to your face, he bent himself at the waist to lower down so that he could speak to you face to face. He was interested in you, you seemed to be an adorable and sweet girl, but the blank look on your face was slightly unnerving for a girl your age.

"Hi there. I'm Mr. Nakama your 1-D homeroom teacher! Are you the foreign transfer student I was told about?"

"Yes Sir. Here." You handed him the folder and stood there waiting for him to do something. He read over your folder quickly; his eyes widened and his posture stiffened when he read the gist of you being part of the Tenshi family and never going to school because you were out assassinating people instead. He felt a cold sweat grow on his brow, this class of slightly insufferable students just got a whole lot more deadly. 

His eyes looked over you warily, you scared him, if you were as deadly as your family, he could only imagine the skills and cold-bloodedness you possess, not understanding that you were just a little girl trying to figure out who she was now that she isn't being controlled. His smile seemed even more strained, it wasn't nice like Hizashi's was when he looks at you. It didn't gleam like when you finally figured out basic math or the smirk Aizawa wears when you do something that lets him know you are still just a naive child in the big bad world.

You tensed slightly, it was different and unknown and that was the only thing that could ever bring you fear, the unknown. He slowly shut your folder, never making eye contact. He swallowed thickly and turned back to the class who were talking among themselves, some still sending you glances, all wondering about who the pretty and exotic new girl is. One girl in the class never took her eyes off of you, her intense yellow eyes were wide and staring unabashedly at the shining metal of your arm. 

Her hands were clasped together as she grinned in an obsessive manner as she watched each movement the metal made. Aizawa recommended you cover up your arm, but you didn't see the point. It was a piece of metal, an arm just like everyone else so why cover it up, but the looks that people were giving it made you understand that he was just trying to help the attention stray from it. You thought it was too late now and decided to just go with it.

"Alright class, settle down. This is your new classmate Tenshi [Name]; she's never been to a real school before so treat her kindly." Most of the conversations died down and all attention was on you once again. Your last name was well known around the world when the news of your family was released and most of the kids here were just old enough to find the information of an assassin family to be interesting enough to remember. That sparked some fear within some of the students who figured that if you were part of the Tenshi and had never been to a school, you were an assassin too.

The pink haired girl who had been staring you down looked even more excited, she was practically busting out of her seat as she watched your every movement, or more specifically the movement of your wonderfully crafted arm, the metal reflecting the light and making it glow. She payed close attention to how effortless the metal plates moved against each other and how effortlessly natural the metal moved.