"What the hell is she doing here?!"
A blonde boy with angry features stood dangerously close to where I was sitting.
"Bakugo," a dark haired, bespectacled boy muttered, "I implore you to lower your voice."
"I implore you to get your damn finger out of my face." I suggested.
His red eyes searched my face as he balled his hands into fists.
"Kacchan, please calm down. I-it's not-"
"Shut up, you damn nerd!"
He turned on his heel, and positioned himself next to a nervous looking green haired boy.
"The next time you open your damn mouth I'll-"
"Hey," the blonde boy turned back towards me, "your issue is with me. Leave him out of this." I finished.
The nervous boy flashed me a thankful half smile.
"You know just what to say to piss me off." the blonde boy said.
His hands sparked, and crackled as he slammed them on my desk. I felt the heavy feathers on my wings start to stand up. A smile started to creep across my lips.
"Fellow students! It is now time to sit in our assigned seats. Class will begin in five minutes!"
"Thank you, Iida," a groggy, irritated voice said from behind the teacher's desk, "but class is starting earlier than usual today."
The students that had been looking back at the scene Bakugo and I were making turned themselves around, and folded their hands.
"Good morning, Mr. Aizawa." the students echoed.
"Meh." he answered as he waved his hand in response.
He stripped off the yellow sleeping bag that was wrapped around him, and adjusted the long gray scarf around his neck. He smoothed out his long, black hair and yawned loudly.
"As most of you can see, we have a new student. I don't want anyone," he looked at Bakugo, "making a big deal about this. If any of you have an issue with it, my advice would be to deal with it."
"Bullshit." Bakugo folded his arms, and looked away.
The remaining amount of time in class passed quickly, and the other students scrambled for the door when Mr. Aizawa dismissed them.
"Miss Suzume. I need to have a word."
Yaoyorozu murmured a silent farewell, and I occupied one of the empty desks.
"I objected to All Might's suggestion of bringing you here. It's laughable. The daughter of a villain at a school for students who take becoming Pro Heros seriously."
He stood in front of me. His tired eyes studying my face. Looking for any sign of emotion.
"It was overruled by Nezu who, for some reason or another, sees potential in you. You slid by without taking the entrance exam. You, the daughter of a criminal, got a free pass to attend U.A. because a Pro Hero believes you can be more than your Father."
My stomach knotted in anger.
"I am not my Father." I argued.
He half smiled, and blinked his half open eyes.
"We'll see about that. I'll be keeping a watchful eye on you. One slip up, and I'll be suggesting your expulsion to Principal Nezu."
I crossed my arms, and squinted my eyes in his direction.
"One more thing. Since you'll be staying you'll be required to participate in Hero Training. You'll need to decide on a name for yourself."
"I already have a name." I said.
His smile turned sinister as he glared at me.
"Oh, no. You need to decide on a hero name."
The words slid out from between his lips like he was spitting poison. My ears burned, and my vision became fuzzy.
"Report back to me at the end of the week with the name you chose. You're dismissed."
I left his classroom swiftly, and felt red hot anger burn through my veins.
"Hey." a voice piped up.
I spun around on my heel, and a fluttering went through my stomach. Kaminari was leaning up against the wall, a smile spread across his lips.
"Are you okay?" he asked, turning his head.
"Yeah. I'm just," I sighed, "fine."
"Don't let Aizawa get you down. He's tough, but he'll come around."
For some odd reason, just his presence was enough to melt the anger away.
"Right. He's made it very clear where he stands on a villain's daughter attending his class. Or even being here, for that matter."
He matched my pace as I started walking towards the dorms.
"If it helps, I thought you standing up to Bakugo was pretty cool. Not a lot of people would have done that."
"He's not that scary." I smiled.
We reached the dorms, and climbed into the elevator. It was silent for a while which created an awkwardness between us. Kaminari looked at me a few times, and looked away when he noticed me looking back. The doors slid open, and we climbed out.
"Hey, Miya?" he called.
"Hmm?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, and kicked at the floor.
"Would you," he hesitated, "would you want to grab a bite to eat with me sometime?" he asked, taking a deep breath when he was finished.
"You mean like a date?" I turned my head.
He met my eyes with a hopeful look in his. I felt my stomach flutter again.
"You don't have to say yes if-"
I took a step towards him, and his eyes opened wide.
"You're not intimidated by me?"
He sucked a breath in before he answered.
"Should I be?"
"Everybody else seems to be. Why aren't you?"
He shrugged as he looked at me.
"Just because your Dad is a villain doesn't mean you're one too."
I gasped as I fought off the strong urge to throw my arms around him.
"Thank you." I sighed.
Confusion flashed in his golden eyes.
"For what?"
"Realizing I'm more than what my Father is."
He rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled cooly, and looked away from me.
"So, about that date," I started, "I'd love to."
His eyes grew wide in surprise, and his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.
"You would?"
"I would." I smiled.