September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary,

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! The first day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?

Walking through the hallways, looking for your next class, normal high school things. I was with my only friends; Uraraka and Iida. I was wearing a grey skirt, a white button down with a blue sweater over it. I draped a light blue scarf over my shoulders. I rushed out of the house this morning, so my hair was messy and needed a thorough brushing. My friends were twining out by wearing pink sweaters with white unicorns. The manes were rainbows and the horns were bright gold. Uraraka was wearing a black skirt, while Iida wore black pants. We walked through the halls looking for our first-period class. As my friends looked for our class, I was looking at all the change. People who used to run, play, eat paste, and do what children do. Now you should hear the shit they say.

FEAK! SLUT! BURNOUT! BUG-EYES! POSER! LARD-ASS!

*time skip to lunch*

I was walking through the lunchroom

holding my tray. For lunch, I got mashed potatoes and gravy. It was as exciting as my school day so far. As I was walking towards a table, Aoyama smacked the tray out of my hands. "Watch it dick," I whispered under my breathe. "What was that SKANK?" Aoyama looked at me like I did something unforgivable. "That's what I thought." Aoyama stomped off towards his table. I sat down nest to Uraraka and Iida so we could discuss movie night. They both rented The Princess Bride (a movie they've watched a least a thousand times.) "You guys have already memorized it. Do we really need to watch it again?" We all laughed and then Iida spoke up, "I mean, who doesn't love a happy ending?" When we were done laughing, Sero snuck up behind Uraraka and dumped a carton of milk on her head, ending all our laughter. Sero was the smartest guy on the football team (which is like being the smallest dwarf) and like Aoyama, he terrorized the entire school. "Dude, what gives you the right to pick on my friend? You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant." He smirked like the asshole he was and retorted with, "You have a zit right there." Sero and Aoyama cracked up laughing. As if that kind of response could piss me off.

Right then, the queen bees of the school walk in. The three Heathers. They were called this because they shared the same last name, Heather. Kaminari Heather, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded—he sells engagement rings. Kirishima Heather runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants. And last, but not least, Bakugou Heather, the Almighty.

She is a mythic bitch

They're solid Teflon—never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

*time skip*

The bell had rung, so we had two minutes to get to class. I walked past the bathroom and heard the following:

Bakugou: Grow up, Kirishima. Bulimia is so '87.

Kaminari: Maybe you should see a doctor, Kirishima.

Kirishima: Yeah, Kaminari. Maybe I should.

Mr. Yamada walked into the bathroom right as they finished up their conversation. "Ah, Bakugou, Kaminari," Before he could finish, Kirishima hurled her lunch into the toilet. "...and Kirishima. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class." Bakugou turned toward Mr. Yamada and responded with, "Kiri wasn't feeling well. We're helping her."

"Not without a hall pass, you're not. Week's detention." I quickly took a note card and started writing. I forged a teacher's signature and put down all our names. "Um, actually, Mr. Yamada, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee." He took the note card and read it. He sighed and told us we could all go. We walked down the hall and Bakugou spoke up. "That was an excellent forgery. Who are you?" I looked up at him completely confused. This was someone who could destroy me, and they wanted to know my name? "Um, Izuku Midoriya. I crave a boon." There. I said it. Bakugou looked down at me and asked, "What boon?"

"Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone... Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes." Kirishima's face immediately lit up. "What about prescription notes?" The conversation went as follows:

Bakugou: SHUT UP KIRISHIMA!

Kirishima: Sorry Bakugou.

Bakugou: For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.

Kaminari: And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.

Kirishima: Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.

Bakugou: Mascara, maybe some lip gloss. And we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; And Heather, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.

That day, when I walked out of school, I was brand new. My hair was curled, my face was COVERED in make-up, and I was in high heels. People looked at me like I was a new kid. No one could recognize me. That was the day my life changed. And it sure as hell wasn't for the better.