Haru was a normal student at UA high. Of course, she wasn't in class 1-A! That would be stupid. She was in class 1-B, the definite side cast class. What class 1-A didn't know though was that class 1-B is just as good as them, maybe even better. Haru, for one, thought her quirk was really cool. But, she didn't get any publicity for her skills or quirk. Her quirk was ingenium skates. She could create roller skates on any footwear, or even just your bare foot! She also had engine pipes in her ankles and arms! Why was she not noticed?
The UA sports festival was in a day, and because of an odd number of classmates in class 1-A and 1-B, Haru had to switch to the 1-A team. Maybe she would actually be noticed then! But, she was still dreading facing the kids in 1-A, who were definitley major jerks. Haru walked home, contemplating how to make it through the festival, and trying to remember all she could about the students in class 1-A. Cars rushed through the busy Musutafu streets, and everyday citizens crawled the sidewalks. UA students mostly dominated the sidewalks at this time, but there were the occasional stay-at-home moms and their kids or middle schoolers, who got out earlier than the high schoolers. After half an hour of treacherous walking, Haru reached her family's apartment. She opened the large oak door and walked into the prestigious lobby. Gold chandeliers complete with diamond accents hung everywhere. Two fires burned in their fireplaces one opposite sides of the large room. The Starbucks was bustling with activity, and Haru walked up. She pulled out her official class 1-B wallet, where she kept her cretic cards and class ID. While waiting in line, she decided on a strawberry-banana frappuccino. After a young couple ordered, then an old man, Haru walked up and looked up at the tall worker. He was very tall and muscular but looked about her age. He had a square jaw, straight black hair, and rectangular glasses. Haru stared at him with her mouth open, and she knew she was blushing, HARD. He was just so amazing! He smiled at her and stuck his hand out. "Tenya Iida, Class 1-A," he said, extremely seriously. Haru smiled back and grabbed his hand, shaking it lightly, "Haru Hotaru," She muttered, blushing. They sat there for a minute, looking at each other, until the person behind Haru piped in with, "Are we goin' or not?" Haru rolled her eyes where the person couldn't see it, but Iida could, and said, "Strawberry-banana frappuccino, coconut milk please," She ordered. Then she made finger guns and said, "And you already know my name!" She took out a credit card from her wallet and swiped it. Then, she signed her name in a swirly stroke, looked at Iida one last time, smiling and blushing, and walked to sit down on a plushy chair to wait. A few minutes later her name was called. "Haru," Iida called, smiling. They were either very understaffed, or Iida just wanted to see her smile. So, she walked up to the counter, took the cold drink, and smiled warmly at him. Finally, she walked to her room, cheeks on fire.