It was a normal day in your last year of middle school.

Before class started, Izuku was muttering to himself at his desk, going over notes, and Bakugo was gloating about how powerful his quirk was to his friends, like usual.

You were just messing around with your quirk as Your best friend, Sakura, came over.

Sakura: “Hey bitch, what’s up?” She smirked brightly at you, flicking her pink hair over her shoulder casually. “You ready for that pacer test in gym class today?”