Kurogiri had made sure I was prepared for my first day. He had even surprisingly ironed my uniform. He had to show me four times how to properly tie my tie. I felt ashamed for having to ask him for help. He definitely had not been my first ask. But when I had approached Shigaraki… it just led to him finding a reason to laugh at me.

"Are you blind squirt? Do I look like I've ever had to wear a damn tie?" He took a swig of the booze Kurogiri had poured for him earlier before laughing even harder.

Kurogiri slipped my neck gaiter mask over my head, tucking it under the collar of my uniform so it was only slightly visible. I slipped the cheap pair of headphones over my head as soon as Kurogiri was done. Shigaraki had stolen the headphones from a small corner store as a reward, the night I received the acceptance letter.

I looked in the bar mirror at my appearance. I almost didn't recognize myself. For a moment I looked, dare I say… normal. I didn't recognize myself in such formal attire and my hair tied up nicely. I now also had another pair of pants to wear on a general basis out of the deal. I had convinced Shigaraki to buy a pair of dark leggings for me to wear under the uniform skirt. At first he refused, as he had already stolen me a new pair of grey converses for school. But after stating I would be too distracted trying to avoid boys to study and obtain the information he wanted because too much of my legs would be showing, he quickly changed his mind.

I stood nervously, staring at the huge door in front of me. I didn't sleep the night before, too anxious for today. Shigaraki had become agitated and impatient for the results from today, causing him to scratch his neck frequently and slam things around. He started using threats, reminding me the importance of my success. I could no longer handle staying around while he was in his mood, resulting in me being at school an hour and a half early.

I slid the door open, taking a small step inside. Right away my eyes fell to the dark head of messy hair at the desk in the front of the room. The dark head of messy hair…

God no. No…

"Any particular reason why you're here over an hour early?" Eraser Head's voice maintained a dull tone, not even glancing my direction.

"Not... not exactly sir, sorry sir." I mumbled, hands nervously playing with the hem of my blazer.

"Hasanai," Eraser looked up at the recognition of my voice, "Out of many of your peers, you were not one I expected to arrive early."

"Sorry umm Eraser Head sir, I'll come back closer to time." I looked down, turning to leave.

"That is unnecessary and illogical. You are already here." He huffed. "The school unexpectedly added an additional student to each hero course. They had to add in an additional row of seating to accommodate which made my seating chart completely pointless. I don't care where you sit."

"Yes sir." I said quickly.

He grumbled lowly as a response and I scanned the desks. I immediately chose the seat in the very back, directly to the back-classroom exit. I took a minute to examine the room. It was basic. Don't get me wrong it looked expensive, but it was simple. Despite not being in a classroom setting before, I didn't feel as out of place as I thought I would.

I pulled my mask up slightly over my nose, sliding my headphones into place. I selected some lightly pop from my playlist and laid my head on the desk, waiting for the time to pass.

At some point I must have fell asleep. I was aware of several other people in the room. Looking up, I noticed Eraser Head was no longer in the room. I turned off my music, unplugging the cord and tucking it in my pocket. I kept the headphones on, hoping to deter the risk of someone striking up a conversation with me.

The loud chaotic nature of the classroom made me immediately regret turning off my music.

"Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to U.A. before us as well as the craftsmen who made the desk!" A tall boy with dark blue hair was chiding the blonde boy that I remembered from the exams.

The was he is talking is so proper, so are his hand motions. Is he a rich boy?

"Like I care. What middle school are you from, you extra?" The blonde scoffed back at the other boy.

Yep, that's the attitude I remember.

"I-I'm from Somei Private Academy." The blue hair boy gestured, "My name is Tenya Iida."

Iida, Iida, Iida… oh shit they're a rich family alright.

"A stuck-up elitist, then? I should blow you to bits." The blonde boy laughed, his hands slightly sparking.

Well the stuck-up elitist part isn't wrong…

I tuned them out after they turned their attention to the anxious, green-haired boy that stepped through the door. I did notice however the nice brown-haired girl from the exams when she walked through the door. I found myself slightly relieved to have her in the same class. Something yellow in the hallway caught my attention. My eyebrows furrowed and my mind blanked in confusion as I realized what I was seeing.

What the actual fuck…

"If you're here to socialize, then get out." Eraser Head stated bluntly.

The class fell extremely silent, staring at the man as he laid on the hallway floor in a yellow sleeping bag.

"This is," He paused to finish what appeared to be some sort of squeeze pouch, "The hero course."

We all stared at him in dead silence as he managed to stand up and remove himself from his sleeping bag with ease.

"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down." He continued with a monotone voice, "This is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you? I'm your home room teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you."

Pleased to meet us? Every inch of him says otherwise. Fairly sure Eraser Head doesn't want to be here in general. We watched as he began riffling through his sleeping bag before pulling out some form of clothing.

Isn't that what are gym uniforms are supposed to look like…

"Quickly now." He held out what in fact, was a gym uniform, "Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."