Who You Are | MHA/BNHA

i'm anxious and nothing can help (and I wish I'd done this before)

[Name] repeats his name under their breath as they watch him walk away. For some odd reason, they couldn't help but think Todoroki was so cool at that moment. Their knight in shining armor, their face heated up at the thought as they shook their head to drive those thoughts away.

As Todoroki walked away, [Name]'s heart filled with gratitude towards him, feeling a deep sense of appreciation for his timely intervention. They watch him until he disappears from sight, his figure gradually fading into the distance. With a renewed sense of purpose and determination, [Name] made their way inside the school building. They pushed what just transpired to the back of their head for another time.

With each step they take, [Name] feels a burst of energy flowing through them. Today is another chance to get better and learn more, and they're determined not to waste it. Even though they can't stop thinking about Todoroki and how he helped them, [Name] stays focused on their goals. They're not going to let anything distract them from making the most of the day ahead, especially those pesky adults. They know they have to get used to them as they will be a hero in the future, but they can't help but let their social anxiety get the best of them.

As they walk down the bustling hallways, [Name] notices curious glances from their fellow students, who seem to be wondering what had occurred outside the school gates. After all, everyone faced the same chaotic scene with the pack of reporters. But [Name] doesn't pay much attention to the stares, lost in their own thoughts about the recent events.

Their mind couldn't help but drift back to Todoroki's intervention and how he bravely stepped in to help them navigate through the crowd. The memory brings a warm feeling to [Name]'s chest, and for a moment, they couldn't help but feel flustered by his actions. There's something about Todoroki that makes them envision him as a prince-a noble and gallant figure, exuding an aura of regality. It's as if he was destined for greatness, even in another life.

As [Name] enters their classroom, they can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the day will bring. They took a seat and slouched on their desk as they waited for the class to begin. Moments later, Aizawa-sensei walks in with a stack of papers under his arm.

Aizawa-sensei, their homeroom teacher, strides to the podium with a stack of papers in hand. "Good work on yesterday's combat training," he begins, addressing the class. "I saw the videos and notes. Bakugo, you are talented, don't act like a kid."

[Name] observes as Bakugo lets out a grunt in response to the teacher's comment. [Name] knows Bakugo's personality well enough to think that he might lash out at Aizawa-sensei, but something about his demeanor is different today. There's a tension in Bakugo's body language that they can't quite put their finger on.

"Got it..." Bakugo mumbles under his breath. Taking no offense, Aizawa-sensei nods.

"Midoriya," the green-haired boy looked up as his name was called. "Try to not break your arm all the time. Get that quirk under control, please. I am sure Recovery Girl wouldn't like to see you in her office every week."

"Yes, sir!" Midoriya squeaks in embarrassment.

"[Last Name]." Aizawa-sensei calls to the daydreaming student. [Name] almost let out a sound in fright but quickly composed themselves.

"Yes, sir?" [Name] lets out an innocent look.

"Don't go jumping out of windows like that," he repeats with a heavy sigh, "you might give someone a heart attack with that stunt." He glances around the room, taking in the faces of his students. He was one of those people. [Name] looks back at him with a neutral expression, but Aizawa-sensei can see the hint of mischief in their eyes.

He knows that [Name] probably won't keep their promise to behave, but he decides not to dwell on it. There are more important things to discuss with the class.