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"This means someone is talking."

'This means someone is thinking to themselves.'

This means it's a flashback.

This means it's a sound effect!*

Angel in a Gilded Cage

It was the second day of classes. After the progress she made yesterday, Angel had some extra pep in her step, smiling broadly as she walked to homeroom that morning. Today was their first real day of classes, her first time in a normal learning environment!

Well at least as normal as a class in a hero academy could be.

"Now, out of these three English sentences, which one is grammatically incorrect? COME ON! TAKE A CHANCE! RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE SKY!" Present Mic yelled in usual boisterous fashion!

"Oh!" She waved her arm frantically! "S-Second one! It's the second one! It needs to use the word "they're" instead of "their" in this context!"

It seemed like she was the only one affected by his enthusiasm.

"Correct again caller!" He flashed her a smile. "Not to discourage you Hodunk-san, but could you let some of your classmates answer? You kind of have a bit of an edge here."

"M-My bad." She apologized sheepishly.

Awkward scenarios aside, Angel could honestly say she was enjoying her classes. Despite being unused to it, she definitely preferred the more personal yet collaborative learning environment that it provided, answering questions when called and asking for clarification when she was confused, learning alongside her classmates. It was a dynamic she had never been able to experience in all her years of homeschooling and self-study.

What she especially anticipated since the night before was socializing with her friends again, talking in between periods about what they had learned and what was coming next, as well as reacting to Midoriya's fanboying about their pro hero teachers.

That being said, Angel did desire to reach out and interact with more of her classmates. After a lifetime of being deprived of such a luxury, she wanted to make up for lost time by befriending as many people as she could!

Unfortunately, despite the progress she had made on the first day, she was still fearful about trying to introduce herself to anyone she didn't know. She hadn't even earned her current friends through normal means. Uraraka had mostly thrown herself at Angel, out of gratitude for saving her during the exam and then she had literally dragged her to break the ice with Midoriya and Iida, the latter whom she probably wouldn't have given a chance if he hadn't apologized then.

In other words, she wanted to earn people's respect and fondness through her own efforts minus any extenuating, possibly life threatening circumstances. When that would happen, she had no clue, but when it did she hoped she would be ready for it.

Forgetting about her worries for the time being, Angel focused on her classes. Before she knew it, the fourth period was over and it was time for lunch!

"Faster guys! I'm sooo hungry!" Uraraka called, waving them ahead as they left the classroom.

"What do you think they'll be selling?" Angel wondered.

"I'm hoping for katsudon myself." Midoriya said.

"I wouldn't mind some curry if they have it. Need to have plenty of energy before Heroics class later." Iida explained.

'Lunch with my friends! I can't wait!' Angel thought as they rounded the corner.

Only to stop dead in her tracks! The cafeteria was filled, no, overflowing with students! They were everywhere! Slowly shuffling towards the serving table in a line, filling up the tables and seats, walking around,, looking at each other, talking with each other, bumping into each other! It was just like the exam briefing, only this time she couldn't avoid the crowd by hiding in a corner!

'Too… much! Too much!' Her head spun as she swallowed dryly. She was going to be sick!

"Hodunk-san?" Midoriya called out, looking concerned. "Are you alright?"

'Can't… show… issue. Think… low… of me.' Her fear-addled brain pieced together, terrified of what her friends would think of her if she couldn't handle a crowd.

"I-I j-just remem-membered I-I n-needed to do something. I-I'll eat something later. S-See you!"

She spat out then turned and left in shame.

"What was that about?" Iida asked.

"Don't know, you think somethings wrong?" Uraraka said.

Izuku watched Hodunk's retreating form, thinking back to a similar incident the first time they met. While he wanted to go after her, he guessed that getting crowded wasn't what she needed right now. He had a feeling of what was going on, but it looked like it was going to have to wait.

*Beep!* *Whirr!* *Thunk!*

Angel sighed to herself as she took the canned juice from the vending machine in the hall, carrying it in the same hand as the sandwich she had purchased as well.

The familiar burning of guilt and shame ate at her insides as she stepped through the halls. She could hear the clamour of the cafeteria behind her, a reminder that she had ditched her new friends. She really wanted to hang out with them, try new foods, talk and laugh, but she had ran away so strangely, so abruptly. They surely knew something was wrong with her.

'Some hero I'm turning out to be. Who's going to believe in a hero who can't even handle a crowd?' She thought dejectedly.

'Well… may as well find a place to eat alone.'

She glanced out the windows. It was a nice day outside, relatively warm, with a slight breeze rustling the leaves of the forest surrounding the Yūei campus ever so slightly.

'As good of a place as ever.' She shrugged wearily and moved for the door.

Moments later she was trudging down the dirt path through the forest. It had that calming atmosphere that nature was known for, the rough sounds of society drowned out by the whispering of leaves and songs of birds. The white noise itself had been reduced to a light buzzing behind her ears towards the campus, making this one of the most quiet places for her at Yūei.

Didn't make her feel any less guilty as she looked for a good spot, a bench, a nice tree maybe.

*Crack!* A sound like a twig breaking startled her out of her depressed stupor, making her give out a little "Eep!". Glancing around she flushed, embarrassed as a brown squirrel scampered out of the brush.

"Great, now I'm getting scared by squirrels." She grumbled, watching the rodent hop about, then it took off towards a tree off in a clearing. As her eyes followed it, she noticed something large resting against the it's wooden trunk.

Her eyes widened. Sitting against the tree was a male student, a boy with a broad, muscular build. His head was shaped like a rock, symmetrical in shape, with small fringes hanging off the back and coming to a point at the top like a horn. All of this gave him an intimidating appearance, if not for the fact that he was gently stroking the top of the squirrel's head with one of his big fingers, looking down at the woodland creature with affection.

Then she realized that he recognized him, he was one of her classmates, sitting across the room from her.

'I shouldn't bother him.' She decided, as she started turning around.

'Maybe you could spend lunch with him?'

Angel stopped. Where had that thought come from? Regardless, she should really just leave her classmate alone and eat already.

Her legs refused to move. She immediately knew why. Deep down, she wanted to try.

'Here I am wanting to make friends on my own, yet I chickening out at my first chance! I'm never going to get better if I don't try!'

She lightly slapped the sides of her face and breathed out.

"Leap of faith, leap of faith." She muttered under her breath and started walking across the grass.

"Um, e-excuse me?" She stammered, seemingly startling the boy, making her look up at her with his big, nervous eyes. She pawed at the grass with her shoe. "C-Can I… join you?"

The boy looked at her silently, confusion written all over his face, overlapping his apprehension.

She took it as an invitation to explain. "I-I was looking for a place to eat. I'm… not comfortable in the cafeteria. B-But if you don't want me around… that's c-cool."

The boy continued to observe her silently, his anxious expression shifting slightly to show… sympathy?

Then he nodded slightly.

"Oh! Um, thanks." She said, lowering herself down into a kneeling position (stupid skirt) across from him, under the shade of the tree. Her host then started picking at a boxed salad he had in his lap. Angel unwrapped her sandwich and began eating in turn.

For a moment they both sat there in complete silence.

Swallowing, Angel cleared her throat, prompting the boy to look up from his vegetables. "Um… I-I noticed that we are in the same class. Do you recognize m-me?"

He nodded.

"W-Well, I'm sure you probably heard it from Aizawa-sensei, but I am Hodunk Angel. Nice to meet you."

He gave her a little wave with his free hand.

'Is he going to answer back?' She wondered.

"What's y-your name?" She asked.

Immediately, the boy began to panic, sweat running down his head as he glanced around, as if looking for something. His reaction confused Angel who watched as he started scratching at the soft dirt with his hand.

A few seconds later, he retracted his hand to reveal characters dug in the soil.

Koda Koji.

She looked up. "Koda? Your name is Koda?"

He nodded.

It was that moment she realized, she had never seen him speak in class.

"Koda-san…um…"She mumbled. "Not to seem rude, but...can you… talk?"

He nodded.

"Why don't you?"

He didn't answer, only glancing away shamefully.

She sat there for a moment, contemplating. How he remained silent. His anxious reaction to her approached. How he was sitting alone, far away from anyone else.

It was… familiar.

"Koda…" He looked up. "Are you… anxious around other people?"

He remained still for another moment, then hesitantly he nodded again.

It all made sense.

"You don't have to worry about me telling people, if you don't want me to. I get it. I have trouble with people too." She admitted. That got a reaction, Koda's eyes widening as he tilted his head inquisitively.

She took that as an invitation to continue. "For a long time, I… wasn't allowed around other people. I never really got the chance to talk to anyone, only watch from a distance. Half a year ago, I finally got the opportunity, but...whenever I tried to talk to someone my mouth would lock shut… I was so scared. Recently I've gotten better though. I can talk to people most of the time, I even made some friends yesterday!" She smiled a little then her face dropped again.

"I was looking forward to spending time with them today, eating lunch. But… I couldn't handle the crowded cafeteria. I just ran."

The sinking feeling returned. 'They must hate me so much right now.'

Then she remembered she was not alone, she had been telling her worries to a person she just met. She hadn't even meant to say that much, but there was something about Koda's silent demeanour that made her spill her guts.

"Sorry, I'm laying some heavy stuff on you aren't I? I'll just… leave you alone." She said as she started to pull herself up.

Only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Looking to its owner, she saw Koda shake his head again, but this time he had a shaky smile on his face. He had a look in his eyes that made him appear sympathetic as before and maybe a little… appreciative?

"Really?" She asked, to which he nodded.

She set herself back down. "Thank you Koda-san for letting me stay and... you're a great listener too."

He blushed a little, but still kept smiling as they resumed eating.

Glancing down, she saw the squirrel still sitting next to Koda, enflaming her curiosity.

"He's pretty cute isn't he?" She stated, to which he caught her implication, nodding. "I have to ask, how do you get him to come so close?"

Koda's smile widened a bit. Turning his head, he gave a soft whistle to the wind.

A moment later the air was filled with chirping as a couple of small birds fluttered down, one perching on Koda's shoulder, the other on his outstretched finger.

She gasped. "Koda-san! You can talk to animals?"

He nodded, this time with a glimmer of pride. Slowly, he reached out to her with the bird on his finger.

She blinked in surprise. "R-Really? You trust me? I-I've never done this before!"

He nodded again.

Angel nervously swallowed and reached over with her own finger. The bird tilted its head, then hopped onto the offered appendage.

"Ahhhh…"Angel gaped. The avian's feet dug uncomfortably into her skin, but she didn't care! She had never been so close to a bird before, let alone holding it!

"This is amazing!" She gushed.

So the two loners spent their lunch together, enjoying each other's company.

As for Angel, call it wishful thinking, but she liked to believe she had just made a new friend.

Half an hour later, Angel set herself into her desk. The calm and triumph she had been feeling since eating with Koda had begun to wane, letting her nerves and doubts claw their way back in.

She was afraid of what her friends were thinking, what faces they were making at her for ditching them. Disgust at best, anger at worst probably.

Thus she kept her gaze glued to the surface of her desk, unable to bear the thought of meeting their eyes.

She distracted herself by recalling the schedule. The first half of the day were the mandatory standard curriculum, English, math, literature etc. After lunch the rest of the day would be for the Heroic Foundations class, taught by…

The door opened.

"I, AM, HEREEEEE!" A familiar, valourous voice announced, drawing everyone's attention to the door! "COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

There, hanging off the door frame was the number one hero himself, All-Might!

"Holy crap! We're really getting taught by All-Might!"

"This is amazing!"

"Is that his Silver Age costume? That's so retro!" Her classmates exclaimed!

"Wow…"Angel couldn't help but gasp. It was one thing to observe the legendary hero through a video or a hologram, but in the flesh? He just exudes this cheerful, uplifting energy, fitting his symbol of peace moniker. At the same time he had a powerful presence that felt restrained at the same time, as if broadcasting his immense strength that would only be used in the defense of others.

"Welcome to Heroic Foundations! In this class we will be growing the seeds of your valiant potential through numerous exercises!" The hero declared. "Let's dive right in, for your first trial..!" He flourished and displayed a big card!

In big bold letters it read; BATTLE!

Angel felt the energy in the room spike! 'Battle?! We're going to fight?!'

"But first..!"All-Might continued before she could get a chance to process, pressing a button on a remote. Shelves pushed out of the left wall, containing numerous numbered, metal cases! "You must look the part! Your combat gear has been prepared to maximize your quirks effectiveness!"

Angel's anxiety was swallowed up with excitement as her classmates cheered! They were finally getting their costumes!

"Get changed and get your butts to Ground Beta! See you there!" The hero laughed as he shot out the door!

Carefully moving past her classmates retrieving their cases, she eventually snagged her own marked with a big 11.

For a moment, she just stood there holding the case in her arms in disbelief.

Her own costume. It was one step closer to her dream.

In her excitement she had forgotten that she would have to change.

She now found herself cowering in the far corner of the change room away from the excited chatter from the other girls, too embarrassed to change next to anyone else. She knew she was being childish, but she was just not ready to be physically close to anyone in a state of undress.

That and another reason.

Thinking she was safe, she unbuttoned her dress shirt, pulling it off to reveal her modest bra and her-!

"Woah! Look at those tattoos Hodunk's got!" She stiffened as one of the girls called attention to her, stifling all other conversation for a moment. Looking back fearfully, she saw that she was under the entire room's scrutiny.

"I thought I saw something on her arm yesterday!"

"Look at those crazy swirls kero." Some of them remarked, then went silent as one stepped forward. Her skin was a light pink, matched by the unruly curls on her head with two hooked, yellow horns poked out. The whites of her eyes could more aptly be called the blacks of her eyes, a contrast to her bright yellow irises, which were currently focused on Angel.

'No...Not again!' She despaired.

"Hmm hmm hmm… da di da…" Angel sang to herself as she dragged her crayon back and forth over the paper, trying to mimic the tunes coming from the radio on the table.

"Hey Angel. Whatcha drawing there?" Her dad's voice caught her ear, making her smile and turn to face him.

"It's us! Me, you and mommy!" She said, presenting the portrait of three stick figures holding hands and smiling.

Her dad chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Wow! This is amazing kiddo! I'm going to put this on the fridge! I bet you're going to grow up to be the next Van Gogh!

"Van goo?" She tilted her head.

"Yeah! Angel Thompson Van Goo!" He said, laughing at his own joke.

Then he paused. "Angel, darling, what's that on your arm? Did you draw on yourself?"

Holding up her arm, the little girl blinked in surprise at the blue swirls on her skin, marvelling at the way they shone a bit in the lamp light.

"No. I ran out of blue! You think it's pretty?" She asked, turning to her dad.

Angel didn't understand why, but she felt confused at the look in her father's usually happy eyes. They bore an emotion that she couldn't recall. His brows were wrinkled and his smile seemed like it was about to fall off.

"Yeah, sweetheart, it's… real pretty." He said hesitantly as he stood up. "Hey, uh, honey?! Can you get in here for a minute?!" He called urgently!

It was not until a couple years later that she recognized what she saw in his eyes that day.

Fear, from her own father.

From then on, Angel was scared of what others would think of her markings, thinking that if her father, the man who was meant to love her unconditionally found them horrifying, then everyone else would too. She would always work to make sure as few people saw her tattoos as possible.

It was a complex that she had never told anyone, not even Moxxi!

Now she was practically standing in a spotlight for all of her female classmates to see, afraid of what they would think and say! The pink girl in particular who was the closest silently studying her marks, making Angel feel like she was being cornered by some alien predator!

Then her mouth opened. "Those… are so..!"

She closed her eyes, fearing for the worst.

"COOOOL!"

'Did… she just say..?'

"What a nice shade of blue! It's so pretty!" The girl continued, her eyes glowing with excitement, completely unaware of Angel's emotional confusion. The girl reached closer to touch the tattoos, then caught herself, seeming to realize how improper it'd be.

"Hey, is it okay if I touch these?"

Angel's mind was too boggled at this point to care about the contact, she nodded dumbly. To her credit, she stiffened only a little as the pink girl held her elbow and traced the lines along her arm. "So fluid! I can't tell where it starts or stops! It's like some crazy alien stuff!" She murmured in awe.

Angel confusion was slowly turning to relief. Glancing about, instead of looks of fear of disgust, the girls surrounding her only looked curious or fascinated. Even Uraraka in the back, who would surely hate her, joined them.

"Ashido-san, I think she's getting uncomfortable kero." A green haired girl croaked.

"Ooops, sorry!" The pink girl apologized and stepped back. "My name is Ashido, Ashido Mina! You're Hodunk-san right?"

"Y-Yes!" She answered tentatively.

"Your tattoos are so cool! Who did them?"

She blinked. "Who… did them?"

"Yeah! Who's the artist that did those and where can I find 'em?!" Ashido asked hopefully.

"Oh… They're part of my quirk, I've had them since I was three." She explained.

The girl gave a jealous pout. "Aw man!" She whined.

"Well that explains why the school doesn't have a problem with your visible markings." Angel heard Yaoyorozu mutter.

"Some people get all the luck!" Another voice added, somewhere she couldn't see them.

"I could have gotten some in neon green! It would have been so cool!" Ashido continued to complain.

'Do they… really like them?' Angel thought in amazement, looking down at her arm in shock.

"Hey girls, we gotta hurry up!" Someone else in the crowd reminded the gathering, forcing them to ruefully return to their changing.

"Hey!" She glanced over to Ashido. "Can't wait to see you in your costume! Bet you'll look sick! Later!" The pink girl waved and ran back over to her locker, leaving Angel to contemplate what had just happened.

Did… she just make a friend thanks to her tattoos… just like that? Most of her life she was afraid of what people would think of the markings on her skin, but those fears had just been shattered, her entire worldview had shifted.

"I love this place!" She quietly squealed to herself in elation.

Moments later the room was vacant, except for her. Placing the final part of her ensemble on her head, she stared at herself in the full length mirror in rapture.

'This… is me?"

Meanwhile outside, 1-A were marvelling at their new apparel. Izuku himself was gushing over everyone's outfits, noticing with a hint of embarrassment that the support department had done a bit more of a professional job compared to he and his mother's joint efforts, but he was fine with what they had made.

Now that he was over his embarrassment over his reaction to Uraraka's skin tight bodysuit, there was something he wanted to do while All-Might seemed to be going through some notes.

"Uraraka-san, Iida-kun!" He called, grabbing their attention. Beckoning them to follow, they moved to the side of the class, away from prying ears.

"What's going on Midoriya-kun? We don't want to miss All-Might-sensei's instructions!" Iida said, his voice muffled under his helmet.

"Yeah, what's this about?" Uraraka asked.

"It's about what happened earlier with Hodunk-san…"And he filled them in on his hunch.

"Midoriya-kun, are you sure about this?" Iida asked seriously.

Izuku nodded.

"I mean, it explains what happened earlier. If it's true... what should we do?" Uraraka mumbled.

He then explained his plan.

"I see, then I am on board!" Iida answered.

"Hodunk-san is our friend, I'm in too!"

Izuku smiled. The plan was in motion!

"Speaking of Hodunk-san, where is she?" Uraraka pointed out, making the two boys glance around at the vibrant and colourful crowd just as All-Might cleared his throat.

"Alright! It's time to see what you are made of, noobies!" Then he paused. "Wait!" All-Might counted their heads. "Nineteen! We're missing one!"

"Coming!" Hodunk's voice echoed from down the hall, everyone's heads turning to face the late arrival as she entered the light.

All three of her friends' eyes widened.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Izuku had to agree.

"Wow!"

She was wearing a tight, black bodysuit, wrapped all the way up her neck covering her body all the way down until halfway down her thighs like a pair of shorts, showing off the pale skin of her leg before reaching her matching knee high boots. The suit's material was a black fabric patterned with a mesh of holographic hexagons, shimmering with a faint light blue with every glance from the sun. Her sleeves seemed to become loose at her shoulders, letting the fabric billow around her arms like curtains, her fingers just barely peeking out at the ends, showing a fingerless glove on her right hand. Curiously, the suit had a small hexagon shaped window right below her collar bone, purposefully framing the light blue symbol on her skin(part of her quirk?), an abstract shape resembling a downwards pointing arrow crowned with two semicircles on its head, the ends of which trailed off to the left side of her body under her suit. The finishing touch, a visor made of clear blue glass positioned over her eyes, held in place behind her ears by two black prongs shaped like wings. Together, all the parts of the outfit gave off a majestic feeling while at the same time felt futuristic thanks to her headgear and it's material.

"S-Sorry Sensei! I had some difficulties getting changed!" Angel apologized as she caught her breath.

"No problem young Hodunk! You're just in time in fact!" All-Might waved her off, much to her relief.

Nodding she moved closer to the group, hanging outside towards the back.

"Hodunk-san!" She jolted at the familiar voice, one she was kind of dreading to get close to. Turning her head, Uraraka entered her sight. She was dressed in a skin tight body suit as well, but her suit covered her from the neck down. The centre was black, a sharp contrast to the pink armbands, wide boots, belt and choker she wore. She was also wearing a helmet on top of her head, a light pink visor shielding her entire face, making her look like an astronaut, fitting for her quirk.

"H-Hey Uraraka-san." She replied with a weak wave, her body curling a bit out of fear. She was going to ask about lunch wasn't she?

"I really like your costume!" She complimented instead, confusing Angel even more. Why wasn't she upset that she had blown them off?!

'Roll with it for now.' She told herself, putting a shaky smile on her face. "T-Thanks! Yours looks nice too!"

"Aw thanks! It's a little too form fitting for my taste though." She chuckled nervously. "That's what I get for not being specific, not like you probably did."

"I-I actually designed this myself with some help from my guardian."

"Wow, really? That's amazing! What was that like?"

The question made her cough awkwardly. "It was…"

"NO! For the last time! No skirts!"

"Aw, don't be like that Sugar. A skirt would look great on your body! Don't be a buzzkill on me."

"Buzzkill nothing! I, am NOT, flying and giving the world a look up my skirt!"

"There's nothing wrong with a little fanservice."

"That would give me the wrong kind of fanbase!"

"...interesting."

"You did a great job! Did you see Iida and Midoriya-kun's?" She asked, pointing towards the boys in question. Iida's costume was that of a white knight, metal, aerodynamic armour with multiple exhaust pipes running out of his boots and torso. Midoriya's looked more like a green tracksuit than an actual hero costume. He had a utility belt, black elbow and knee guards and his signature red shoes. His mask was a combo between a breath mask that looked like a wide grin and had two bunny ear-like protrusions at the top. It was fairly obvious where his inspiration came from.

'I knew that he liked All-Might but wow.' She thought amusingly as the before-mentioned Sensei cleared his throat.

"As I was saying, this exercise will be an indoor battle trial! Outdoor villain confrontation is what makes the news nowadays, but in actuality it is the indoor skirmishes that are the most common." He explained. "Sieges, underground market dealings, hostage situations. In the safety of the indoors, villains will typically have the advantage and they know it! For this test, you will separate into pairs of heroes and villains for a tag team battle!" He declared.

"This is a little crazy for foundational training."

"What are the determining factors for wins or losses?"

"Can I send these extras to the hospital?!"

"Do we have to worry about getting expelled like yesterday?"

"Does this cape look great on me?"

"Calm down! Not all at once!" All-Might pleaded as he pulled a note from his pocket.

"For this exercise, the villains must protect a fake explosive device from the heroes! The heroes win if they capture the villains or touch the weapon! The villains win if they capture the heroes or time runs out!" He explained, then pulled out a box. "The teams and the matchups will be chosen randomly!"

"Why randomly?" Angel heard Iida speak, his voice muffled by his helmet.

"I think the point is to prepare us for a likely scenario when pros with no affiliation with each other would be forced to pair up in response to a sudden crime." Midoriya guessed.

'Makes sense." Angel agreed.

"Alright! Everyone get into a line and draw your letters!"

Everyone did as they were told and as they waited in line, Angel pondered the exercise.

'If it's an indoor scenario, I won't be able to use my wings very well. Hopefully I can compensate for that somehow. Maybe my partner can help me with that.' She thought.

Finally it was her turn. Stepping up, she reached inside the box and pulled out a ball with the letter B on it.

'Alright, where's B?' She moved out of the line and glanced about. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone holding up the matching ball. A chill ran down her spine when she saw who it was.

'Oh no.'

Standing there with that unflinching stoic face was Shoto, her desk neighbour. His costume was a bit strange to her. He was wearing a simple white shirt, pants and boots, but on the entirety of his left side excluding his footwear was covered in some kind of ice-like material, with a single red eye on his face. It looked weird, uncomfortable and bulky. Will he really be able to fight in that?

In the meantime, he seemed to notice her, lowering his arm and walking up to her. He stared down at her, completely silent, as if studying her.

"W-What?!" She sputtered.

He didn't reply, only seeming to have seen enough and turned back to face All-Might.

Shoto remained a mystery to her. Since day one, she had never seen him interact with anyone or speak unless spoken too, not giving anyone much information about him. Heck, she still didn't know his last name! Why he left it out when she introduced herself yesterday, she didn't know, but it made her uneasy. Whatever the case, she had little reason to believe that he liked her.

'You can do this Angel! Just work with him as best you can!' She told herself.

Choosing to focus on something else, she looked around at the other pairs, specifically the ones her friends were on. It seemed Midoriya and Uraraka lucked out, getting paired together. The same couldn't be said about Iida who was stuck with Bakugo.

'I hope they don't end up killing each other. That guy doesn't look like the team player sort.'

"Now to determine the competing teams!" All-Might said as he stuck his hands into a marked box each. "The first teams fighting..!" He pulled out two balls. "These guys!"

A and D. Midoriya and Uraraka as the heroes versus Iida and Bakugo as villains.

Why did she get the feeling something was going to get out of hand?

To be continued...