I've never attempted to use the girl's bathroom just because of how it smelled every time I passed it. But today was an expectation. I walked in and I noted that two girls were fixing themselves in the mirror as I beeline to one of the empty stalls.

Sniffling noise came from me as I tried to wipe away my tears with rough toilet paper. If sitting at the bottom was this, then I pretty much feel like I'm at rock bottom. I don't know why I got so worked up to the point of crying at school, but I couldn't help it.

Him acting like he didn't realize what his secrets were doing to me felt like a jab towards my feelings. A sharp blade, piercing through my trust and loyalty towards Izuku. I can't even come to call him Izuku-kun anymore.

I heard two bodies leave the room meaning that the whole room was left to me. Not even realizing I was standing, I began to slide slowly down the stall door with my hands buried into my eyes.

God, I feel so pathetic. Why am I even crying? I shouldn't be upset, friends come and go all the time. But this strikes me hard, harder than I would of ever imagine it would.

Why did this have to be so painful?

My hand began to go numb due to loss of circulation. I unclenched my fists and tried to calm my self down. I still have a good five and a half hours of school left. If I can just make it through this day...then I'll be fine. Maybe I can even stay home tomorrow.

Swiping any tears left over, I stood up and straighten myself out. Looking in the mirror made my puffy and swollen eyes stand out against my unusually pale skin. I ran my hands through my hair, trying my best to make it look like I wasn't just running around in the wind for a while. Although it didn't help much, it was still good enough.

By the time I left the bathroom, it was only a few minutes before the next period bell would ring. Luckily enough for me, there was a large crowd in the hallway that allowed me to perfectly blend in.

Bodies allowed me to flow within its borders and for some reason, it brought a relaxation within me.

Patterns. Schedules. Those are the things that always brought my mind into ease. Because I would know what will happen next, what to do. But sometimes I even do admit, that these things are only temporary.

I slipped into my seat silently. Majority of the class was already there by the time I got there. I remained quiet like I normally do and gently plopped my head onto my desk. All the noise in the room was making the upcoming headache worse. Damn, I really wish I hadn't cried ten minutes ago because staying in this room might just kill me.

"Oi, " a nasty voice hissed. I didn't even have the energy to lift up my head so I looked over at him. He pulled back his lips in a snarl, a usual Katsuki look. A trademark, really. "What's wrong with you? You look like shit."

"I feel like shit," I muttered back in a cracky voice.

"Have you been crying?" His snarl was gone but was replaced with a raised eyebrow before the snarl quickly came back. "Who the hell was it?! I'll kill-"

"Shush, " I complained, shutting my eyes hoping it would block out his harsh tone. "My head hurts..."

"If you don't tell me what happened then-!"

"Quiet down!" A voice overlapped Katsuki's but brought forth a worse tone than his. Silence has blanketed over the class and I still left my head remaining on the desk. The pounding was so bad that I could feel my forehead throbbing.

"For the foundational of heroics, we'll study today..." Our homeroom teacher started off. I leaned my head over into his direction to listen to his speech. The lazy tone in Aizawa-sensei's voice made me sleepy. I batted my eyes a couple times to try and keep myself awake but proved to be a struggle.

"It was decided that you'll be supervised by a three-man team. Composing myself, All Might, and somebody else."

Somebody else? Who could that be and why couldn't he just tell us the teachers name?

"Sensei!" Sero, a boy with a quirk like duct tape. I've only seen him use his powers once and it was pretty cool to see him expand his tapes along the course during the first day. "What will we be doing?" He questioned.

"Be the hero everyone needs, whether it's a flood or another disaster," being dramatic was totally not Aizawa-sensei's style and it seemed to suck him dry of any energy he might of have. "It's the trail of rescue!"

Oof, I'm too tired for any trails Yuuei wants to throw at me. As everyone seemed to glimmer in amazement, I turned away from my teacher and closed my eyes. Ugh, I'm so tired, I just want to curl up into a fluffy blanket and slowly rot away in my bed.

"Don't get ahead of yourselves." He quickly snapped at the chattering class. It got them to stop talking, alright. He began talking about costumes and stuff but I was barely listening. I needed some headache pills, and fast.

Aizawa-sensei finished his speech and quickly told us to get dressed and onto the bus in twenty minutes. Everyone's seats were moving in moments as everyone either ran or walked to gather their things. But I hadn't moved. I really felt like a turtle in a humans body.

"Matsumoto-chan!" I heard a girly voice call to me. I didn't even have to look up to see it was Uraraka-san standing by my desk. "Are you okay? You look a little pale." She asked with concern lacing her voice.

I let out a short sigh. "Yes, I'm fine," I muttered while opening my eyes but only to look out the window.

"Aizawa-sensei wants us there in fifteen minutes-"

"I know," I mumbled, lifting my head up slowly so the pain doesn't totally consume me. "I'll be there soon."

Without a word, she walked away and to who knows where. I sat there, alone, at my desk staring at my unopened slot for my suit. Man, I really didn't want to do this right now. I feel so emotionally drained that I don't think I'll do well today.

"A graded is a grade..." I grumbled, finally rising from my spot. With slow movements, I took my suit from its case and without a second thought, got changed quickly in the classroom. I figured there wasn't enough time for me to even reach the girls changing room and to go outside from there.

In under a minute I had my suit on. I do got to admit, having light and breathable clothes felt like a huge relief. And luckily for me, I had pain pills in my bag. But shit, no water. I don't like to swallow pills raw, it never felt right and I was always scared I might just choke on them.

As my eyes landed on Katsuki's desk, I saw a water bottle tucked into his bag sticking out. Without a second thought, I quickly swiped the bottle and took my pills. I chuckled lightly as I carried the bottle out with me. Too bad for him, it's mine now.

With that thought in mind, a small smile had graced across my face as I made my way out of the building. It looks like I got there just in time as I saw some of my classmates shuffling onto a large bus. Jogging to catch up, I loaded onto the bus just behind the weird French dude. I never caught his name and honestly, I never want to, he creeps me out.

As I got on, I looked around for someplace to sit and saw that most spaces were taken up. I didn't even want to go to an area near Izuku so I already ruled out the back. Damn, that's my favorite area.

Just as I was about to squeeze into a spot with Sero, he pointed towards the front seats near the back. "Bakugo said to tell you to sit with him."

Shit.

I nodded my head at him and continued my quest for a seat. As I neared the last couple rows I could see spiky blond hair sticking out into the aisle. With a deep breath, I peeked my head over at the seat to stare him dead in the eyes.

A blazing fire. That's what his eyes always remind me of. His passion shows through his eyes and sometimes I admire that about him. Ever since I've known him, he's always passionate about what he does, no matter what. It's a trait I wish I had.

"Sit," he ordered, gesturing towards the seat by the window. He remembered that is my favorite place to sit by. Without hesitation, I climbed over his lap and plopped myself down. We sat in silence as everyone began to settle down in their seats.

I had a clear view of the whole back and could see Izuku sitting looking nervous. I wanted to tell him that he'll be fine and that he'll do great. But the tugging at my heart made it nearly impossible to look at him.

I turned away, directing my attention to the window. My reflection looks back at me with a deep frown and watery eyes. I couldn't even focus on the scenery flying past us either.

"It's him, isn't it?" I heard the boy next to me seethe. With a lowered head I turned to him.

"Be quiet," I grumbled, pretending to scratch under my eye. "I don't need your loud mouth exposing to every one of my stupid life." His mouth turned into a frown as I tried to wipe under the opposite eye. Luckily no tears came out so my eyes wouldn't be red for everyone to see.

"Katsumi, I'm going to beat him to a pulp-"

"No-"

"He deserves it-!"

"Be quiet!" I hissed, grabbing his hand and pulling it. Even though he didn't budge, his fingers had laced into mine as we met each other in the eyes.

"Look, I might not be the most sensitive guy in the world, but I don't want to see this fucking garbage dump ruining you." He sternly stated, his eyes looking down at my own. "He's fucking garbage I don't want to see you crying over that dump truck."

I stared at him for the longest time. I know Katsuki means well despite his use of words but I could see the genuine concern. I couldn't even contain the little smile that spread across my lips as I chuckled. "Aww Katsuki you're so concerned for me, I would mistake you for having a crush~"

"WHAT?!" He screeched, shoving my hand away from him. "WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT WORLD YOU LIVING IN, YOU PIECE OF TRASH?!"

Despite his harsh words, I couldn't help but let out a heartily laugh. "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!"

"You just look so cute when you're mad~" I continued to tease him.

"CUTE?! YOU THINK IM CUTE?! YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET I SAID ANYTHING YOU STEAMING PILE OF TRASH." He finished his rant and crossed his arms. With a small pouty look, he avoided all eye contact with me and wouldn't even look my way.

"Aww, Katsuki has a crus-"

"SHUT UP, WOMEN!"