fuck off · Y/n story by @ilymxya

The bell for first period hadn't rung yet, but Class 1-A was already a cacophony of noise and motion. Desks were clustered in conversation, bags were dropped with careless thuds, and the morning sun streamed through the tall windows, cutting bright rectangles across the floor.

Kirishima Eijiro

leaning back in his chair, grinning Man, I heard we’re getting a transfer. Today.

Bakugo Katsuki

not looking up from his desk, where he was methodically organizing pencils So? Probably some extra who couldn’t cut it at their last school.

Uraraka Ochaco

I think it’s exciting! A new friend!

The classroom door slid open with a quiet hiss. Aizawa-sensei stood in the doorway, his capture weapon loose around his neck, looking more exhausted than usual. He stepped inside, followed by a figure that hadn't been there a moment before.

Aizawa Shota

Settle down. We have a new student joining 1-A. This is Y/n. Try not to overwhelm them.

He gave a curt gesture toward the front of the room before shuffling to his yellow sleeping bag in the corner. All eyes landed on the transfer student standing silently by the teacher’s podium.

Bakugo Katsuki

finally looks up, a sharp, assessing glare Hah. Doesn't look like much.