*Author's Note:*
This is one of my first fan fictions writing-wise at least. I drew the attached photo myself, it's an original OC. I'm actually surprised with how well she came out, I was sure it would turn out worse. Also dark/ angsty themes, there's a lot of crap that goes down. Thank you so much for giving this work a read! Quick disclaimer, for all intents and purposes MHA/BNHA are not mine they do not belong to me. The manga and anime have inspired me to write this fiction and dialogue as well as events are given credit to the beautiful people who have blessed us with this series. Aside from standard story line events this work is mine.
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*abc* is a sound effect'abc' is internal thoughts of whomever"abc" is dialogue(abc) is a side note from yours truly ;)
*~Love, DragonHearte*
It's best to start at the beginning,
"At this current moment in time about 80% of the population has a quirk, which is a talent that is unique to the individual. The manifestation of a quirk has become commonplace over the years. There is another oddity in the world now that is quite rare, only 32% of the world's population have this particular manifestation. A soulmate mark, usually a phrase found on a particular part of the body. However, because it's such a rare occurrence, there's not much research or knowledge on the subject." Mr. Aizawa paused and motioned with his head for me to enter the classroom,
"This is Evangeline, she's new, you can wait until the end of class to make her acquaintance."
With that, I nodded my head in acknowledgement and made my way to the only open spot in the room behind a kid with green hair and freckles. I've moved around enough to not give attention to the inquisitive stares following my movements. Mr. Aizawa continued with the lecture that I knew by heart since I was one of the few that actually had a soulmate mark. I tune out the words having heard them too many times to count, and absentmindedly running my fingers over the fabric of my skirt right above where my mark was concealed. The principal had told me that the teacher who usually teaches this class, World History, is absent, so they have my homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa, teaching a review lecture it seems. The rest of the class seemed to pass by quickly. The stupor I was in broken by the ringing of the bell indicating class over and the beginning of our lunch period. However, most of the students didn't even bother to head out the door to the cafeteria. They instead chose to clamber around the desk I was sitting at and surround me in an enclosed circle of bodies. One after the other shouting different questions at me leaving me a bit overwhelmed and panicky. My eyes darting from one face to the next, seeing their mouths move, but not the sound of their voices. This is just too much, and I need out. NOW! I bolt shoving through the mass of students and make a break for it. Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom. Ah, there it is! I add an extra burst of speed to get to my destination, my sanctuary. I rush over to the stalls and check if there is anyone in them. It's empty, after walking to the sinks I run my hands under the water and splash myself in the face with the cool water. It feels good in comparison to the sweltering environment around me. All those eager kids, like vultures for information about the new kid. 'I was prepared for something similar to this. There will always be the excitement of the new classmate. But this, this was different. A completely different animal. Maybe it has to do with the hero class in general. Something in the water... Aside from that, I haven't freaked out like this since the third grade. This is insane, get it together Eva! Don't let this super important school get to you. They're teenagers just like you, they're all relatively human, except that pink one. I don't know about her, we'll have to ask about that one.'
*Smek*
I swat my cheeks to snap myself out of the soon-to-be thirty minute internal monologue. After giving myself a steeling look in the mirror I head out of the bathroom and walk in the direction of the cafeteria.
I walk into the central eating area and scan for a place to sit, all the students for my class are busy conversing with one another. I start walking in their general direction when I spot it, the holy grail of all lunch tables. It's completely empty and no one is going to bother me while I try to eat. I avoid eye contact with the other students from 1-A as they attempt to grab my attention, by flailing their arms around pointing to their table. 'I don't think so, judging by the massive freak out I had earlier, the last thing I need is more interactions.' After setting my tray down, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. It takes mere seconds before a small group of students congregate around me. 'Greeeaat.' I think to myself as I force a friendly smile and wait for them to realize I can't address all of their questions at once. A firm *Ahem* can be heard from the center of the mass, and like Moses parting the Red Sea, a boy with glasses and an intellectual look about him came forward, and said, "Hello, my name is Tenya Ida, I apologize on the behalf of my fellow classmates for bombarding you earlier." He finishes his statement with a deep bow, turns away from me towards the classmates who are gathered, and then issues what seems to be some directions to the rest of the class.
They form a line of some sort and wait. He turns back to me after this ,and pushing his glasses back up, he says, "They should all wait their turn now and not talk all at once, which is what seemed to overwhelm you the first time." I nod to show my understanding, and then raise my hand instinctively, then ask myself, 'why did I just raise my hand for permission to speak when he's a student just like me?'
"Yes, Evangeline?" Ida says.
"I would much prefer if they weren't all lined up, it feels weird and too formal,-" 'Not to mention like they're in line to meet with a queen or some other royal,' "- I don't mind if they're bunched up, just one question at a time would be better." He nods and asks my fellow classmates to do just that.
I point to a girl with a round face, chocolate brown hair, and kind eyes to start off what feels like an interview session with the press. She says, " Hi, my name is, Ochaco Uraraka, what's your name?"
"Evangeline Shaffer."
The next person is the boy from before with the blue hair and glasses, "I've noticed that you've got a distinct way of speaking Japanese, foreign even. If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"
"Well, that one is a bit more complicated, my family traveled a lot when I was younger. I'm from a little bit of everywhere, but you would be correct in assuming Japanese is not my first language. I still have a hard time with it sometimes, so if I ask any of you to repeat something it's probably because I need to be able to properly understand you all."
"So, what's your power?" a fairly short girl, with green hair and her tongue sticking out asks. I then noticed a small boy with freckles and green disheveled curly hair, whip out a notebook. Pencil in hand, he was poised above the paper after writing in anticipation of the next words about to come out of my mouth.
I quirk my brow up at this strange observation but answer the question nonetheless, "It's a form of crystallization, but instead of crystal it's quartz."
Some students have already left, after getting the information they were looking for, but there were four that came over at a significantly belated time in my conversations. One of them was pink, with strange, but beautiful eyes, she came over and introduced herself as Mina Ashido. With her were a boy with a lightning bolt in his hair, Denki Kaminari, and there is also a boy with bulky elbows, who introduces himself as Hanta Sero. The last person of the group was a boy that seemed super friendly, when he came up to the table he beamed showing his shark-like teeth, his name is Eijiro Kirishima.
Ashido practically bounced her way over to my side of the table and encompassed me in a tight hug. "I just hope that we can be awesome friends is all! Welcome to class 1-A!"
"Thwank Ou" (Translation: Thank you, head/face squished = distortion of words)
She released me from the hug and sat down at my table next to me allowing me to take in a deep breath of air. Kaminari and Sero sat down across from me while Kirishima sat on the other side of me that wasn't occupied by Ashido. 'Everyone else has left my table, why are they still here?'
"Um, weren't you sitting somewhere else?" I say, hoping they'll take the hint that I just need some time alone.
"We thought that it would be better to sit here so you're not sitting alone at the lunch table, especially on your first day." says Kaminari.
I next hear a thumping noise approaching the table we're all sitting at, and look up to find a boy with spiky, ash-blonde hair, and saggy pants sit himself down at the table. I look on at his actions with wide eyes, 'Wow, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?' Sero looked over at me and motioned over to the new addition to the group while saying, "This is Katsuki Bakugo, don't mind him, he's always like this."
"I don't need you to introduce me Tapeface!" He exclaimed, but he didn't bother to introduce himself anyways, he just went back to eating his lunch.
I feel a slight tingling sensation on my left hip, but I dismiss it because, for the rest of the lunch period there was no real excitement other than whenever Bakugo was a part of the conversation. Watching their interactions was a great change of pace from my previous school experiences, 'This is actually pretty nice, maybe the world isn't all that bad after all.'