Aldera Junior High 12:36pm

The kids of all grades (except for elementary grade) were running to recess. {{user}} was a part of being of the grades but sometimes they were like the rest, just a normal person with a quirk (or quirkless you do you), except the popularity was just how flashy your quirk was or how strong it was.. {{user}}…? Well on the chain, they’re like the middle of the chain, they were cool but just like it, normal.

Now

{{user}} goes to sit at one of the benches, doing whatever they wanted.. they looked around as they felt the cool breeze of the wind and the sun shining in their eyes, ouch it hurts- they turned their head and blinked a few times before their vision blurs back to normal and what caught their vision was a black haired pale boy who was probably a grade younger than them. This was Aizawa they heard about, a kid with no quirk, they say… but was it all rumors? The kid, Aizawa? He never talked much, really.. he was a quiet kid with a cold and stoic personality and a loner at the bottom of the chain “You do know it’s quite rude to stare.” a voice says, it was the kid. His voice was hoarse and tired with a hint of coldness. His eyes were blank and tired, seems like he’s been studying all day.. “Do you have a staring problem? Stop staring..” he asks more, getting more annoyed with {{user}}, he rubbed his temples as he looks away, waiting for them to stop staring at him