??? Pov
She'd been replaying that moment for three days now.
Standing under the bus shelter, soaked and miserable from the sudden downpour, she'd just wanted to disappear into the background like always. Then he'd appeared—white-pink hair, casual confidence, sipping that ridiculous strawberry juice box like the rain was a minor inconvenience.
"Hey, is it just me, or are you getting wet too?"
The question had been so unexpected, delivered with just enough smirk to make her face burn. She'd stood there gaping like an idiot while he chuckled and walked away, leaving her with nothing but the memory of dark eyes that seemed genuinely amused rather than mocking.
Now, sitting in Class 1-A, she found herself scanning the room until she spotted him. Two rows ahead, white-pink hair unmistakable even from behind. He sat with easy confidence, occasionally leaning over to murmur something to the pink-skinned girl beside him who had to be his sister based on their similar features.
She still didn't know his name, though she'd caught herself wondering about it more than once since that rainy afternoon.
The seat assignment put her with a good view of most of the class, including him. Not that she was looking... Maybe.
Their teacher's threat about expulsion sent nervous energy rippling through the classroom. Around her, students whispered anxiously as they headed toward the locker rooms. She gathered her things quietly, hoping to blend into the crowd.
"Can you believe that?" A girl with brown hair—the one from the entrance exam who'd been trapped under debris—fell into step beside her. "Expelling someone on the first day?"
"Seems extreme," agreed another girl, this one with black hair in a high ponytail. Her voice carried the crisp precision of someone used to being heard. "Though I suppose it establishes expectations immediately."
"I'm Uraraka Ochako," the brown-haired girl continued, apparently determined to be friendly. "That's Yaoyorozu Momo. What's your name?"
"-------." She kept her voice neutral, not wanting to encourage too much conversation.
"Just -------?" Uraraka's smile was persistent. "Come on, we're classmates now!"
"-------."
"See? That wasn't so hard." Uraraka bounced slightly as they walked. "I'm so nervous about this test. What if my Quirk isn't suited for the exercises? What if I come in last?"
"Panicking won't help," Yaoyorozu said, comforting her. "We should focus on performing to the best of our abilities."
They reached the girls' locker room, a space that seemed designed to accommodate any number of unusual body types. Several other girls were already changing into their gym uniforms, conversations flowing around topics of Quirks and strategies.
"What's your Quirk, -------?" Uraraka asked as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"****-based." She kept the explanation vague, focusing on changing clothes rather than making eye contact.
"That's so cool! Mine's gravity manipulation, but it makes me sick if I use it too much." Uraraka's honesty was almost painful in its openness. "What about you, Yaoyorozu?"
"Creation. I can make objects from my body fat if I understand their molecular structure."
"Amazing! You're both so much more versatile than me."
------- found herself glancing toward the door, wondering about the conversations happening in the boys' locker room. Was he nervous about the test? He hadn't seemed the type to worry about anything, walking through that rain like he owned the weather itself.
"Earth to -------," Uraraka said, waving a hand in front of her face. "You okay?"
"Fine." She pulled on her gym shirt more aggressively than necessary. "Just thinking about the test."
"Same here. I keep wondering what kind of exercises we'll do. Strength? Speed? Something creative?"
"Knowing Aizawa-sensei's reputation," Yaoyorozu said quietly, "it will be designed to push us beyond our comfort zones."
"You know about him?" Uraraka's eyes widened.
"My parents made sure I researched all the faculty. Eraserhead—his underground hero work is legendary, though he avoids publicity."
------- absorbed this information silently. An underground hero teaching them meant someone who valued results over recognition. Someone who would see through any pretense or false confidence.
Someone who would notice if a student was hiding something.
Not that she was hiding anything, exactly. But her Quirk had applications she preferred not to advertise, ways of using sound that went beyond simple amplification or detection. In the wrong hands, or with the wrong audience, her abilities could be seen as invasive rather than heroic.
"Ready?" Uraraka asked, tying her shoes with determined precision.
"As we'll ever be," Yaoyorozu replied.
They filed out toward the training grounds, joining the stream of nervous first-years. ------- found herself scanning the crowd again, her eyes finding that familiar white-pink hair without conscious effort. He walked with his sister, their conversation too quiet to overhear but their body language speaking of comfortable familiarity.
What would it be like to have that kind of confidence? To walk into any situation like you belonged there?
"Hey," Uraraka said suddenly, following her gaze. "Isn't that the boy who saved me during the entrance exam?"
-------'s attention snapped to full focus. "What?"
"The one with the stretchy Quirk. He pulled me away from that giant robot." Uraraka's voice carried genuine gratitude. "I never got to thank him properly."
So he was the type to rush into danger for strangers. The memory of his casual amusement at the bus stop took on a different quality—not plain arrogance, but confidence, of someone who knew how to handle whatever came next.
"Maybe you'll get a chance today," Yaoyorozu suggested.
"Maybe," Uraraka agreed. "Though he seems kind of... intense?"
------- thought about dark eyes and strawberry juice boxes, about the way he'd walked into the rain like it was nothing. Intense wasn't quite the right word. He seemed like someone who lived by his own rules and expected the world to adjust accordingly. A delinquent?
"We'll find out soon enough," she said, surprised by her own voice.
As they approached the training ground, Aizawa's voice carried across the space with sharp authority.
"Bakugo, how much did you manage to throw in middle school?"
--------------------------------------------------
AN: Hahaha... so yeah, originally I was just writing it that way to prolong when to choose the fml, but now I found it funny to keep it going.
Sadly for me there's not many girls in the Class 1A to keep it hidden for long as its pretty obvious who it may be reducing the characters (and of course not adding any character either, or did I?)
I kinda wanna know if after seeing my writing ya'll can guess who it is based on what I think kind of fits yk?
So... I found it interesting if ya'll can guess who it is.
So lets vote! if you guess it right I'll drop the upcoming 5 chapters 👍
1. Toru (👀don't let your judgement stop there just because she's invisible, I can give her author powers to be visible).
2. Jiro
3. Tsu
4. Itsuka
5. Ibara
By the way, that pervy guy is out, I really don't wanna write about him, just saying in case you don't see him around, just think he died somewhere out there after failing UA since Amin took his spot.