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Todoroki clicked his pen.

For some strange reason, an unknown female was admitted into our dormitory, class 1-A's new contemporary home after the Kamino Ward incident. Mr. Aizawa didn't give us much of a reason to set our thirst for knowledge at rest, it only stirred up numerous frenzies in my classmates' chests.

I figured it was really none of my business, though those who were the most hyperactive, like Ashido and Kaminari, were sticking their noses in a mess buried by the administration. I fear if they sniffed too far, it would be someone like Gang Orca laying them on their death bed.

Tsuyu raised her index finger as her dark orbs drifted to the side, in blatant remembrance. "She was wearing glasses... Over glasses?" "She must belong to one of those super rich families and wants to keep her identity a secret. Too bad we already have one of those", Kaminari commented. He was referring to Yaoyorozu.

I believe we have no time to huddle around in the common area, enumerating theories and possibilities on why she has come. I still have some unpacking to do...

"Damnit, this is stupid! I'm going to my room." Kirishima's chase, surprisingly, didn't last too long. It might've been some kind of telepathic-bro thing, but the redhead knew to lay off a while. I couldn't tell. Bakugou's expression is as repetitive as mine; but the only difference is, he shows anger, and I don't. Amongst the students of class 1-A, I am aware that I am the only one who created a thick wall of ice, materialized primarily from hatred and detest. These feelings I bear so strongly towards my parents is as solid as bedrock, impenetrable for even the hottest, sharpest blade.

I would have never guessed you would have been the one to damage my perfect barricade, my only excuse for self-isolation. No female has ever been so intriguing to me, and easily become so… which is why I've begun questioning my actions. My motives. I want to get to know you, and so does everyone else.

I see that you've flirted with death year and year again, it's written all on your face. I know how much grudges can cloud one's vision-silly glasses will not conceal that fact. Not from me.

The ash blond with spiky, yet strangely kept hair continued his trot down the hall. I never could understand how one could make a walk look so arrogant.

Then you appeared, suddenly out of thin air. Everyone watching knew you revealed yourself from behind that door, yet we were all too captivated, alluded into believing you have some kind of sneaky quirk. We were concerned for your well-being, after your back collided onto Bakugou's shoulder as you closed your door. His skinny, sharp pupils must have frightened you-a kind of seduction that leaves his opposers shuddering in their skin.

Don't be too scared, he often devalues everyone with domination, scorn, and a superiority complex as his weapons. It was something I think you can get used to.

You showed this conspicuous bravery that wouldn't go ignored by both me and the others. As Bakugou scowled down at you, you simply bowed your slightly, then grazed his arm as you walked by. You seemed devoid of any respect for yourself or others, for that matter. I liked that, but I like your liveliness much more.

Bakugou eyed you without turning his body, slouched at the back with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his inky black pants. His shirt was a simple white T, with kanji letters in the center. He wouldn't let anyone stare at him long enough to read it.

"Tch," His door wasn't too far from his initial spot. "Stupid new kid..." He muttered. No one else could hear what he said from that distance, but that didn't bother me.

What did, however, was that your room was directly in front of his, but that didn't occur to me at the time. It was like putting a fish in a pond inside a bear's territory. When it's hungry, it will search for its next meal, and though you are completely harmless, he will bare his teeth at you too.

At least you live in the same wing as me, 5F, but you're on the right and I'm on the left. I never felt the need to complain about my dorm placement, still I find myself pondering about what if I was next to you.

There were nineteen students after Hagakure transferred out, no one other than me seemed to notice. Now, it was twenty yet again, you being this classes last student number.

Why is it that you didn't stop to get to know your classmates after brushing past Bakugou? The girls stared at you with scintillated irises, practically begging for you to come over. The only person out of all of us ballsy enough to speak was Midoriya; ironic, since he was full of timidity not too long ago.

Tsuyu spoke of your wearing two pairs of glasses, both for sun and vision, but I only saw one pair. They are normal squared glasses, black along its frame. Your right hand was brought up to cover your face, which everyone found to be obscure, a pretentious wall made by bone and flesh. It might've been the reason the green haired boy spoke up.

"H-Hey! You're obviously the new student... We all were wondering, what's your name?"

You stopped in your spot nonetheless, with your other hand latched across the strap to your purse. The silence was deafening-there was absolute stillness. No air stirred between the vents, nor did any of our lips move. Our eyes were widened, opened, all stuck on you.

Your own breath seemed to die as soon as it left your mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed your senses became heightened. You felt like the prey even though no predator could be detected, he had already sought refuge in his room.

"Erm..." Was all you could let out at that time. You must've felt nervous, and each of our gazes piled onto that sensation.

Your hand that leveled in front of your face, your childish blockade from the rest of us, was lowered to your side. We all could distinctively see every crevice and feature that laid dormant on your face, pronounced with this mystifying stare. The redness of your cheeks made up for it, however.

"She's... So cute..."

No one questioned how saliva and white foam could emit from Mineta's mouth like a second nature. It happened whenever a female had been involved in any conversation he had. His cheeks were painted a loud pink, lines etched between. His smile was just as perverse as Kaminari's, but worse.

You took a brief moment to meet our gazes-well, everyone's but Midoriya's. He and I were the only one to notice, though he brushed it aside as nothing more than a hallucination... Paranoia. Of course, it'd eat at the go-getter's mind later tonight.

The harmonious timbre in your voice bestowed quietude upon us as we listened to your introduction. Though you've left out the name of your quirk and its attributes, our curiosity about you had been satiated. "I'm Y/N, it's a pleasure to be with you all in class 1-A."

"No, it's my pleasure".

I couldn't say something like that so casually; what's more, your voice had cast a spell that bonded my feet and sealed my lips shut. I'm always the quietest, but I've never wanted to talk so much more in my life...

After the ooo's and aah's had subsided, Yaoyorozu stood to her feet and began introducing you to the rest of the class. You knew who we were, but we didn't know who you were.

All we knew was that you had this silly nickname: "The New Girl".

He clicked his pen again, setting his notebook aside.

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