Become Real //*+:｡.｡Shoto Todoroki｡.｡:+*//

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Wait, what?

I looked back at Mr. Aizawa, who had, for the past seven minutes or so, been staring at me as if I had just slaughtered his entire family. This guy's going to be my teacher? He hardly looks qualified enough to be a subway employee.

Mr. Aizawa let out a tired, drawn out sigh. "Listen, we've got one rule and it's just... Behave, okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah... I think I can do that," I said absent-mindedly, trying not to shy away from his gaze.

(If you recognize those lines then you get the reference and you need to repent for your sins.)

Mr. Aizawa finally stopped looking at me and instead turned back into the classroom and beckoned for me to follow him. I cast a final glance back at Mr. Nezu, who gave me a comforting smile and then walked back the way we had come.

Walking into the classroom gave me a pretty decent idea of the kind of students gathered here. It was pretty rowdy, to start, which was probably due to the fact that it was almost lunch time. There was one kid that caught my eye pretty quick, probably because he seemed to be trying to get my attention... or anybody's. In fact, it may sound odd, but looking at him actually sort of hurt my eyes. It's like he was literally sparkling. The weirdo was going on a tangent about his own awesomeness, from the looks of it. I averted my eyes with lightning speed, before he noticed I was looking at him and tried to talk to me. 

There were actually quite a few normal looking people in the room, with a few exceptions. A group of boys was messing around in the corner, which wasn't too surprising but still caught my attention. Dealing with people like that is always a hassle, after all. There was a little green-haired boy sitting very close to where I was standing, and he appeared to be having an exciting conversation with a cute girl with a round face. Overall, the class seemed like any other. Full of talkative, excitable teenagers.

Not exactly my cup of tea, but I guess I can work with it.

"Alright, everyone. This is (Y/n) (L/n), she's the new student I'm supposed to be introducing. Don't trample her in the halls or anything like that. Now, lunch gets out in two minutes so you're dismissed. I'm going to sleep..."

I stood there, feeling a bit out of place, as I watched Mr. Aizawa walk over to his desk and collapse into a sleeping bag. I forced myself to look away from this odd anomaly and was met with the staring eyes of my classmates.

I really didn't prepare for this today, did I? Well, here goes nothing. 

Trying to whip up the most cheerful expression I could, I forced what would hopefully look like a friendly smile. 

"Hello! I'm (Y/n) (L/n), and I'm sixteen. I look forward to getting to know all of you!"

Apparently, that improvisation was satisfying enough. Right away, I found my face mere inches from that of a tall, blue-haired boy with a chiseled jaw. I backed away at his sudden and startling approach. 

"My name is Tenya Iida! I'm class 1-A's president; If you have any questions, please come to me! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Puzzled by his formal, serious tone, I allowed my hand to lay limp as he shook it firmly. Well, isn't he a character?

"Very nice to meet you too, Iida," I mumbled, pulling my hand back when he had finished strangling it. 

Iida pushed his glasses up on his nose. "If you were looking for a free seat, number thirteen is available." 

Iida pointed a finger and I followed it. The third seat back in the second column was empty.

I thanked Iida and made my way over to the desk he was gesturing towards. As I was settling in, I looked around. My position in the room put me very close to green-haired boy, along with a few other people who looked interesting. In front of me was a girl with headphone cords hanging from her earlobes that I first mistook for a strange set of earrings. Next to her was a blonde boy who clearly didn't know how to style his hair. I turned around and surveyed the students behind me; The most prominent figure was a boy(?) with a bird's head, and to his left was some sort of midget with grapes sticking out of his head.