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It was a humid day, the cicadas screeching their usual song. The third week of the new school year at UA had just started. Instead of fighting in another full-blown war, the students of UA unanimously decided to spend this year being normal teenagers-the kind who weren’t constantly torn between life or death.
Like usual, Aizawa is late. Speculating he’d slept in again, the class took the opportunity to mess about, throwing bits of paper, knocking over chairs, and yelling nonsense. Excluding one individual, the class president, sitting in his seat AND yelling at his fellow classmates to get back into theirs before Aizawa would finally arrive.
After a punishing amount of misbehavior, the professor finally arrives.With exhausted eyes and scraggy, black hair, he lumbers towards his desk, setting down his mug with an obvious thud. At the noise, the students scramble to their desks, masking the mess they’ve made with a warming greeting. Taking a sip from his mug Aizawa puts it down and mumbles “We’ve got an exchange student..” Without warning, the class explodes into flames of excitement, fawning over the empty desk that’s been in the back of the room next to Shinsou. It had been there since they joined the school, waiting patiently for someone to take its place. And finally- the wait is now over!
“I hope it’s another girl! Too much male energy in this class,” Mina exclaims.
Tooru chimes in, invisible fingers excitedly drumming against her desk “OMG me too!!!”
“I wouldn’t be complaining either,” Mineta said, causing the class to go SILENT as they bathe in their own disgust towards the guy
“Anyway..” Aizawa hummed, trying to divert the situation that just occurred. “Her name is Tame Yosuke. She was supposed to join you all last year through the recommendation of a British hero, Spitfire, but due to something that happened in her personal life, she’s only joining now.” He took another sip of his coffee, not used to speaking at such lengths. “She’s jet lagged after her long flight… so please, give her some slack”
Aizawa motions to the door and a 5 '6 girl makes her way into the classroom, stumbling over her baggy leg warmers. The girl is a walking dress code violation.
The first thing everyone sees is her tie, lying low on her chest. She fiddles with it, moving her tanned hand down to smooth her shirt, which is NOT tucked into her rolled up skirt. Subconsciously, all eyes fall to Tenya Iida, wondering if he’ll say something about her lack of a blazer or upturned collar. But much to the class's disappointment, he stays silent, though Momo Yaoyurozu notices the way his fists clench under his desk. (Which will sure be a point of discussion between the class later)
“Hey.. erm.. like prof said my name is Tame Yosuke, I was raised in.. um England but I was born here and err.. I am Japanese..” she announces awkwardly, keeping her head down and occasionally glancing up with a pair of guarded, hot pink eyes “Um.. prof said I should let you ask questions… so.. does anyone have any?” She asks, finally lifting her head.
Immediately a hand, belonging to a green-haired boy, shot up with an intense desperation. The freckled boy is ‘ooohing’ and ‘ahhing’ to be picked, leaving Tame with no option but to politely nod, indicating for him to go ahead with the question “If you don't mind me asking, what’s your quirk? Oh, and my name is Izuku Midoriya!” He says brightly.
The girl seems intimidated by the enthusiasm, hesitating to respond. “My quirk is called ‘transfer’…” She pauses before continuing. “It means I can transfer peoples pain to others or I can stockpile it in myself, basically meaning I can take a pretty bad hit without flinching,” She adds, slightly bragging at the last part
Bakugou scoffs at the comment. “Give me two minutes and I could easily have you begging for mercy,” he snarls sadistically, any and all character growth running out the window at the sight of fresh meat.
Like they’re watching a tennis match, the classes’ eyes flick from Bakugou to Tame, a sparkle of anticipation dazzling in their eyes.
However, Uraraka exchanges a disappointed glance with Deku. He shrugs helplessly, offering a weak smile as compensation.
Tame scowls at him, irritated. Though she chose to bite her tongue and ignore trouble on the first day of school. Calmly, she gestures to a different student with their hand up politely.
“How strong are you to get a recommendation from a pro hero when your quirk isn’t that strength based?” queried a monotone voice sporting half red and half white hair.
“Oh yeah.. without my quirk I'm quite strong and agile in general, I'd most likely be able to take on you guys one on one without any quirks and win. Plus because of my quirk, I’m quite good at incapacitating or slowing down villains with just a slight touch.” In that moment she immediately became more comfortable, using her hands to explain as a gleam of triumph glistened in her eyes. “And I’m good at helping rescue teams cause I’m able to help people with their injuries-” she babbles before getting abruptly cut off by her teacher.
“Right let’s get you seated.. we are already behind so let's start the lesson”
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After droning on for an hour about ‘safety in numbers’ when it comes to fighting villains, it's finally the end of the day. Much to Tame’s delight and dismay her baggage had arrived in her new dorm- meaning she had a lot of stuff to unpack..She was tired and didn’t want to socialize anymore, not used to having so many people interested in her, asking questions and trying to be her friend.
The girl closed the door of her room behind her and flopped onto her bed sighing loudly, stretching out and groaning. For now, the room was bare only having a bed and a lamp (that didn’t even have a table to stand on) Boxes were scattered all over the room, taking up immense amounts of space in a room that barely had any.
Jet lagged beyond belief, Tame takes a moment to stare at the sight from the warmth of her new bed.
It can wait till tomorrow.
Tame takes her phone out, needing to charge it, and starts scrolling through her 15+ new contacts (minus Bakugou and Minetas numbers for vastly different but obvious reasons). The girl scratched the arch of her nose carefully avoiding her bridge piercing before reading all the texts she had gotten from virtually all of her new classmates, plainly greeting her and inviting her out to hangouts and such.
However, one message stood out to her, from a ‘Tenya Iida’, who, when she asked for his number, put in his full name in contrast to everyone else who put nicknames, hero names, or just their last names in her phone. His message red:
‘Hello Yosuke, my name is Tenya Iida and I am your class president. I would appreciate it if you kept referring to me as ‘Iida’ as I am not acquainted with you yet. Another request would be for you to come into class tomorrow dressed in the proper uniform and not the rebellious look you had on this morning. Otherwise I wish you a good time here at UA and have a goodnight.’
Tame found this text amusing, giggling at his formalities and discipline. She decided to engage in a conversation with him.
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Me (Seen 17:56) ✓ ✓
hii Iida-kun!!!(*'ω'*)
Tenya Iida (Seen 17:57)✓ ✓
Hello Yosuke, is there something you need?
Me (Seen 17:59) ✓ ✓
i dont need anything!
just wanted to chat with you pres☆〜（ゝ。∂）
Tenya Iida (Seen 18:00)✓ ✓
I think you should be unpacking instead, it is essential
that you get all your items out of the boxes so you can
be more productive for your first week of school.
Me (Seen 18:03) ✓ ✓
urghhh,,, but im too tired to do that! id rather
sleep or talk to you Iida-kun
Tenya Iida (Seen 18:04)✓ ✓
Yosuke, I think it would be beneficial for you to unpack
your boxes but if you think it’s necessary for you to
recharge after your flight I wouldn’t be opposed to
you doing that. 🙂
Me (Seen 18:06) ✓ ✓
sighhhh I guess uou dont wanna chat (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
Tenya Iida (Seen 18:06)✓ ✓
You*
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Exhaling sadly, Tame puts her phone down and rolls over burying her face into her soft pillow that begins to deflate slightly. She lays there for a few more minutes soaking in the atmosphere silently before quickly getting up from her bed and unpacking a box labeled “CLOTHEZ :P”. Ripping off the tape messily she takes out a baggy top that had a diagram of different types of sharks on the back and a pair of black loose sleeping shorts.
Changing into her pajamas, Tame began unpacking boxes, folding clothes into her closet, taking out her floor length mirror, leaning it against the wall putting her makeup bag next to it,she put up posters and pictures of her interests and memories. She decided to leave building her furniture for another day meaning she couldn’t unpack quite a lot of other things.
Slowly she sat down on the floor in front of the mirror and poured miscella water onto a cotton pad removing her mascara and eyeshadow. The tedious action of removing her makeup let her exhaustion quickly catch up to her. Blinking like a frog staring at herself in the mirror she fell asleep while sitting, gradually collapsing onto the floor.
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It's 19:30 and Bakugo is on rota to cook dinner tonight. Surprisingly, the kitchen isn’t on fire... yet.
There’s rice and edamame bowls scattered along the table, with plates of curry and grilled fish. Chopsticks are placed with delicate care for every member of Class 2-A. The smell is intoxicating and before Bakugo has the chance to do his ‘war-cry’ for dinner, the whole class comes flocking to the dining room. Despite his fiery attitude, the boy can cook.
A flurry of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ escape their lips as everyone takes a seat.
Everyone except for one.
After a few minutes of noisy eating, someone notices. “Yo, where’s the new girl?” Denki glances around the busy room.
“Why the hell should I care? If she’s not bothered to eat, she doesn’t get to,” Bakugo scoffs, about to snatch her dish before a cable slaps his hand away.
Unapologetic, Jirou shrugs her shoulders from across the table. “Let’s just save her a spot. Yeah?” She cautiously retracts her wire. “She’s probs just not used to the schedule.”
“What if she’s shy?” Kouda pipes up, which seems to set Bakugo off on one of his usual rants.
“That cocky bastard didn’t seem too shy this morning!” His chopsticks trembled under his furious grip.
Kaminari shares a (invisible) look with Hagakure.
Other than the fact that Yosuke was a mild threat to Bakugo’s ego, she hadn’t exactly done anything to him yet. Besides, it was hard for 2-A to take his ravings seriously when he was wearing that apron saying: ‘GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMITE.’ Izuku had bought it for his birthday.
“Y’know what?” Jirou’s voice emerges through the chatter. “I’ll just go fetch her myself.”
Just as the girl stood up, a voice boomed from behind. “Settle down, Jirou! I shall bring Yosuke’s plate to her dorm. She may be feeling homesick and might not want to come out of her room.” Tenya states, which caused a wave of reluctant agreement to riff through the chaos.
The navy haired teen stands up from the dinner table, plate in hand, and walks briskly to the dorm rooms. Ascending three floors carefully, knocking on the dorm room directly opposite his.
knock knock. “Yosuke, I have your dinner. If you didn’t know, dinner began at 19:30 and since you didn’t arrive we decided to bring it to you.”
Silence.
Knock knock. “Hello? Yosuke? Are you asleep?” Tenya stares at her door with furrowed eyebrows. He clenches the plate in his hand. “I’ll leave this outside your door. Sleep well.” The class pres walks off hesitantly.