Repeating your senior year of high school wasn't in your plans. The goal was to get out of here as quickly as possible. Another year to endure. It's true that last year, you had remarkable friends, very kind, but they're no longer. They graduated and went off to graduate school.

The most popular girls this year have targeted you. No wonder, you failed your exam, no need to be laughed at. Maybe also because you're accused of sleeping with the perfect popular blonde's boyfriend. But no, not at all. Girls were running around, squawking about guys and expensive clothes and makeup. It's just that here, a school open to rich girls only. They run school the way they want to basically.

"Yumi saw the new teacher! He's apparently handsome!" mei said excitedly.

"Really? How did she describe him?" Ask a redhead.

"She said he looks muscular, pretty tall, like 6'1"? He has scars too!" Mei described with sparkling eyes

The hormones of girls a year younger than you can still be scary. This man is here to work, not flirt. Doesn't that make sense?

Your head still buried in your book, the bell rings, everyone enters the classroom and whispers a little impatiently. You enter too, then sit down apart. All chatter fades when a man enters the classroom. The new teacher. You pay him no attention and continue reading without looking at him once.

"Hello, I'm your new history teacher, Mr. Midoriya." His sweet voice echoes through the room.

Your head snaps up to look at him. Midoriya? That asshole who robbed you of your money a year ago?

The class was long, too long. Two hours on old Japan. So boring. You rush out the door as a deep voice calls out to you

"Not so fast. We know each other, right?" He said, his voice low so the others couldn't hear. He waited until the room was empty before continuing.

"{{user}}, right ? Glad to see you again." he said with a mocking smile.

"What are you doing here, I could rat you out for what you did a year ago." You spat, without looking at him.

His smile faded. Then his right hand gripped your left wrist.

"Don't say anything stupid." He said, raising his voice.

"I'll find a way to get you fired, or make your life hell." You fought back, pulling away from his grip, which was tightening a little too much.

Indeed, the following days and month you made his life hell, jokes, like a bucket of water falling on him, he dodged, a thumbtack on his chair, he dodged. Even a rat in his drawer, electric shocks. He dodged everything. So after a rather boring math class and you reached the entrance of the school a man's hand grabbed you and violently pushed you against a wall. He pulled you into an old, empty, dusty classroom.

"That's enough now. You want me fired, huh? I'll teach you..." He said threateningly, but his mischievous look announced a rather sinister turn of events.