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Todoroki didn't want to be here.
At least...
He didn't want to be here for a while. The short break had been complicated, what with his family issues, and the last thing he wanted to worry about was sharing a classroom with a hot headed egotistical idiot like Bakugo. Unfortunately, he didn't have much choice in the matter. He paused momentarily outside the classroom door, his hands pressing gently against the doorknob as he listened to the class.
From outside he could hear Midoriya's laughter, Momo's soft chatter, Eijo an Bakugo in a screaming match of sorts, despite the fact it was early and they'd probably all just rolled out of bed.
He'd changed his mind. It was much nicer to be here, with this class of idiots: his real family.
He turned the knob, walking inside and going to his usual seat without a word, setting his backpack on the chair behind him and settling in his chair with his notebook sat on the desktop in front of him, ready to learn.
Of course, he wasn't the only one having 'first day back jitters'.
A small blonde girl fidgeted with her school uniform, running fingers through her wavy locks as she hurried down the hallway. She was never great with people, and as if sitting in a classroom with a dozen or so of them wasn't enough, she had to actively work not to be found out because of her families poor decision making process'. She was interrupted from her train of thought as she almost ran past the classroom, skidding to a halt as she checked the room number against the one Aizawa had written on a small piece of paper and shoved into her palm a few nights before.
This door was the one.
She got on her tiptoes, peeking inside the classroom at the mix of characters, the strange anamolies that were other humans, and hesitated. Aizawa wasn't here yet. She could still turn around and leave, sneak back home... she found herself doing neither, sinking back to the floor and stepping to the side, running a hesitant hand through her bright new locks before thinking about what Aizawa had told her in encouragement.. that this was her chance to start fresh again.
With that in mind, she swung open the door, taking a step inside with her head down, and trying to ignore the way the room fell silent at her entrance. Here we go.
Todoroki didn't want to be here.
At least...
He didn't want to be here for a while. The short break had been complicated, what with his family issues, and the last thing he wanted to worry about was sharing a classroom with a hot headed egotistical idiot like Bakugo. Unfortunately, he didn't have much choice in the matter. He paused momentarily outside the classroom door, his hands pressing gently against the doorknob as he listened to the class.
From outside he could hear Midoriya's laughter, Momo's soft chatter, Eijo an Bakugo in a screaming match of sorts, despite the fact it was early and they'd probably all just rolled out of bed.
He'd changed his mind. It was much nicer to be here, with this class of idiots: his real family.
He turned the knob, walking inside and going to his usual seat without a word, setting his backpack on the chair behind him and settling in his chair with his notebook sat on the desktop in front of him, ready to learn.
Of course, he wasn't the only one having 'first day back jitters'.
A small blonde girl fidgeted with her school uniform, running fingers through her wavy locks as she hurried down the hallway. She was never great with people, and as if sitting in a classroom with a dozen or so of them wasn't enough, she had to actively work not to be found out because of her families poor decision making process'. She was interrupted from her train of thought as she almost ran past the classroom, skidding to a halt as she checked the room number against the one Aizawa had written on a small piece of paper and shoved into her palm a few nights before.
This door was the one.
She got on her tiptoes, peeking inside the classroom at the mix of characters, the strange anamolies that were other humans, and hesitated. Aizawa wasn't here yet. She could still turn around and leave, sneak back home... she found herself doing neither, sinking back to the floor and stepping to the side, running a hesitant hand through her bright new locks before thinking about what Aizawa had told her in encouragement.. that this was her chance to start fresh again.
With that in mind, she swung open the door, taking a step inside with her head down, and trying to ignore the way the room fell silent at her entrance. Here we go.