Battle Class in the Gym was already over as Class 1-B came in to practice their skills.
And some of my classmates were still keeping their distance from me from what I did to Bakugo.
Of course he'd smack me around like that and try to put me in my place.
But I wasn't going to have no lip from him. I liked fiery, incompetent boys like him.

Aizawa-sensei looked at me.
"Kimura. May I see you for a second?"
I didn't want to see this old hobo man as my teacher any more than I had to.
But in my contract I had to obey regardless of any circumstances given.
I sighed.
What in the hell did trash hobo man want with me?

"What is it, sir?" I ask.

He pulls me away from the group by the arm and sighs.
"That was… something you did to Bakugo, I'll have you know."
"It was nothing. He needed to be put in his place. Such was what I did. I know I'm just a fledgling hero now, but he doesn't need to be pushing me around. Have you seen the way he looks at me, sir? He utterly despises me. And he smacks me every chance he gets."

"I understand you're worried for him. Hell, Kimura. I'd even say you like him."

Liked him. Those words made their way through my head. And I hated it.

The only person I had ever liked was Shigaraki. And I loved him.

"I do not like that snooty ass whatsoever, sir. At any rate I'd say he likes me. He's always breaking Deku's legs or whatnot. If you know what I mean."

Aizawa tugged on my chains. Already a few hours into this school and they still didn't trust me. I was still in these rackety chains until I could prove myself to this school otherwise. Hadn't I proved my worth when I literally showed UA's asshole who he was up against. All bite and no bark. That was who he was.

"All Might said I needed to take you to your dorms now, please. You need time to yourself. Because all this power is getting to you."

"Power? Power, old man?! My eyes and hands killed my family, for God's sake!" I yell angrily at him as he escorts me up the elevator.

"I would advise you keep such comments and remarks to yourself. You're such a hothead, Kimura. You need to keep yourself in check."

I look away from him as the elevator keeps going up to the third floor, where all the girls like me were staying at. Away from the men, I suppose.

Aizawa didn't say a word to me as he led me to my dorm. Which I fancied for they had decorated it in red and flames.

"I will collect you in three hours, Kimura. Please refrain from throwing anything or anyone. Your classmates will be up in about an hour."

"Alright." I say as he unlocks my chains, letting my wrists run free.

Aizawa walks out and shuts my dorm door behind me.

I smirked. Looked like I had a bit of exercising to do.

An hour and a half later…

I heard girls' voices from down the hallway. Must be the other friends I had made this morning. No doubt that they had something to say on my behalf.

"Did you see the way Kimura looked at Bakugo? She went through him like he was nothing compared to her!" Uraraka said so excitedly.

"I'd say Bakugo has a score to settle with her. After all of that fighting. Her quirk is so phenomenal." I hear Momo say.

They were getting closer to my room. I didn't mind them though. As long as they were a bit quieter.

They approach my door and stand behind it like soldiers.
"C-come in." I say, my voice cracking as I continue to life 300 pounds of weights.

They casually walk in and marvel my room, Uraraka pointing to things, Momo looking with an impressed smile on my face, and Tsuyu looking at my collectors' tins of villains.

I look at them as I continue to weightlift.

"Kimura, your room is so lovely! Who decorated it?" Momo asks.

"Uh… the staff, I guess? You should know I only came with myself. Nothing. Just me." I push my black hair out of the way, sweat pouring all over me.
I can't even get a break with girls, could I?

"Oh. But don't you have any parents?" Tsuyu asks as she sits on my fluffy bed.

I didn't want to answer that question. Not when I had accidentally killed them with my eyesight with my quirk manifesting itself inside me at a young age.

"N-no. They're dead." I put down my weights and grab one of my towels from my dresser. My dorm was a workout room and a place for leisure.

All of them look at me quite solemnly, regret in their faces for asking such a question.

"I'm sorry, Kimura." Tsuyu says.

"Don't be. They've been dead for a long time. Longer, actually. It doesn't faze me that they're never coming back. It's all a part of life, somewhat."

"I see you don't have much sympathy for others." Momo says, observing me.

"I don't. No. Such was how I became for heroes and their petty standards."

"But you're a hero now, Kimura. You're not a villain anymore." I hear Uraraka say, fluffing up her brown hair a bit.

"I did not wish to be here!" I snap. "I'm not letting my friends go to waste by being locked up in Tartarus with All for One! I do not belong here. And I never will as I continue on this path as a hero. I have no choice but to do this. I'm doing this to receive time off of my prison sentence!"

They all stay silent as I go towards my bathroom.
"Please. If you know what is good for you leave me in peace. I wish to be left alone for a bit."

They look at me and nod quietly, going out my door slowly.
Momo looks at me one last time and says, "We're here for you. Regardless of your status or your past life."

"I know, dear friend. I know."

The rest of my free time I spend in my shower, rubbing my grimy skin that hadn't been washed in quite a week with a soap scrub I had received from Mina a while back. It felt good to shower. To wash all of this pain and regret and filth from off of my body.

My hair needed washing too. So, I lowered my hair down, letting it fall in all of its glory, and used some of the shampoo and conditioner that came with this dorm.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Someone was banging onto my door. I suspected it would be Aizawa, but he would not knock like that.

"I'm busy showering! Please come back later if you don't mind." I yell from my shower stall.

"You little shit! Open the goddamn door right NOW!"

I recognized this voice.

Bakugo was standing outside me door, pounding on it.

And figured he wasn't happy about Battle Class either.