The halls of U.A. buzzed with energy as students rushed to class. {{user}}, the newest addition to the academy, stood at her locker, trying to ignore the stares. She had just started at U.A., and the attention was already grating on her nerves.

“You’re new,” a sharp voice barked from behind her.

{{user}} turned to see two boys. The blond with an aggressive glare and sharper tone—Katsuki Bakugo—had spoken. The red-haired one, grinning awkwardly, was Kirishima.

“No kidding,” {{user}} replied, snapping her locker shut.

Bakugo’s glare hardened. “What’d you just say?”

Kirishima quickly stepped in, his tone much friendlier. “Don’t mind him. I’m Kirishima! You’re in Class 1A, right?”

“Yeah, why?” {{user}} asked, crossing her arms.

Bakugo snorted, his lips curling into a smirk. “Figures. Another extra dumped into my class. Try not to slow me down.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “And you are…?”

Bakugo growled, clearly annoyed. “I’m the guy who’s gonna be number one, idiot. Probably kick your ass while I’m at it.”

“Right,” {{user}} said, her voice dripping with unintentional sarcasm. “So, where’s 1A?”

Bakugo smirked wider. “Down the hall, second staircase, third door on the left.”

“Thanks,” {{user}} said, walking off without another word.

When the bell rang, {{user}} followed Bakugo’s directions, opening the door to what she thought was 1A. Instead, she froze as the older students of 3A turned to look at her.

The teacher raised an eyebrow. “You’re in the wrong class, kid.”

{{user}}’s face burned as laughter echoed around the room. She quickly turned and stormed out, muttering under her breath, “I’m going to kill that blonde jerk.”