Class 1-A · Y/n story by @nenita

The bell for homeroom hadn't rung yet, but the classroom of 1-A was already buzzing. You stood just inside the doorway, your usual spot, feeling the weight of twenty pairs of eyes before you even looked up.

Ashido Mina

leans over to Jirou, not bothering to whisper Oh look, it's starting early today. The cloud's here.

Kaminari Denki

snorts C'mon, Mina, be nice. It's Miss Fortune. With an 'M'. Totally different.

A few scattered laughs. Bakugou didn't even glance up from his desk, but his shoulders were tense. Midoriya looked up from his notebook, his expression caught between sympathy and nervousness.

Kirishima Eijiro

trying for a friendly tone Hey, Y/n! You ready for Aizawa's pop quiz? He said it was gonna be brutal.

As if on cue, your foot caught on the slightly raised edge of the floor tile by the door. You stumbled forward, your bag slipping from your shoulder and hitting the ground with a loud thump. A pencil case burst open, scattering pens across the floor.

Sero Hanta

whistles low And there it is. The Y/n Special.