Hey, readers. Now, this is the first fanfic that I made up while on the bus to my high school. Bakugou just needs that one person to calm him down thoroughly or just stand up to him with a lasting effect. For those gay shippers out there, I'm sorry but I think that pairing Midoriya and Bakugou just doesn't work and the same to Uraraka x Bakugou shippers. Anyway, formalities out of the way, please enjoy it!

P.S I just started Season 4 so no spoilers in the review, please!

Midoriya

That day when I was going to class from my dormitory with my classmates, I thought it would be a regular day like no other. It had started as usual with me coming out of my room and having breakfast with everyone then walking to class together, just enjoying each other's company. Walking through the abnormally large door, for those with mutated quirks like Shoji, I knew it wasn't normal when I noticed that the door was ajar and someone I had never seen before was in the classroom, so this was a strange change of pace.

For some reason, the new student had sat in Kachaan's seat. She had her legs crossed beneath the table and had headphones on, no doubt listening to music, metal. I could hear the heavy bass guitar and loud vocals a meter away. She and Jiro would've been good friends. I remember thinking to myself. Her tie, skirt, and shirt were not neatly worn, but they weren't completely messy either. She had hazel eyes with small gold specks in them, glittering like the ore. Her hair was midnight black with red tips like they'd been dipped in dried blood, arranged in an unkempt way. It ran down to her waist like Yaoyorozu's, making me wonder if it was hard to manage.

I had stopped at the door, staring at this new looking student with everyone around me wondering why I had stopped halfway through the doorframe. "Deku? What's happened?" Urararaka asked from beside me. "You're in your deep thinking stage again." I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at 1-A. "I think we have a new student in the class." I addressed them. Iida spoke seriously suddenly. "Yaoyorozu and I knew nothing about this Midoriya if that's what you're implying." Every one started murmuring suspiciously, when Kachaan set off his explosions, scaring half the class. "A new student isn't something to stand outside discussing! Move over!" He pushed through like a tidal wave and walked to claim his seat. When he noticed the new student was in it he started trembling in anger so much that I thought he was going to explode like his Quirk.

Suddenly he slapped his hand on her (sorry his) desk and snapped at her. "Who are you and why are you in my seat, extra?" When she looked up, her face looked like she regarded him as something that annoyed him. I was surprised at her calm against one of the most aggressive first-year students. Taking off her headphones, that Jiro had just noticed were playing heavy metal, she stared dead into his eyes. "What do you mean your seat? There's nothing here that means it's yours." Eyes widened around the class. At this rate, even Kirishima couldn't do anything to calm Kachaan down. Sitting right behind this new girl, I could see the look of pure hatred in Kachaan's crimson eyes. He looked impressed but mostly angry. "Get. Out. Of. My. SEAT!" He shouted, the explosions threatening to be let loose. She stood up and smoothed down her skirt but didn't move. Eye-level with Kachaan she gently said, "No."

Then she smirked. "Take a seat Bakugou. Mr. Aizawa is behind you." She sat down as his quirk disappeared with Aizawa staring straight at him. "Sit in Aoyama's seat, Bakugou. He is on a trip to France so I'm sure he won't mind. Hurry up, because I want to start the day." Kachaan knew he was beaten. He sat in Aoyama's seat reluctantly shooting death glares at the girl in his seat, who was completely ignoring him and the rest of the class who were staring at her in disbelief. I was as equally shocked as they were. NO one had ever stood up to Kachaan like that before. Mr. Aizawa took his place at the lectern and addressed the class, sternly.

"After the events of this morning, I expect no more fights. Before we begin the day, I doubt our guest has formally introduced herself." Taking this as an opening, she stood and faced the class still dumbstruck.

"My name is Riku Nozomi. I hope that we can be good friends, some more than others." Riku really knew how to address a crowd...

So, what do you think? I know it might be short, but I'll work on this in the future. Leave a review so I can improve my writing. Go beyond, right? PLUS ULTRA!