It was your first day in U.A. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you probably wouldn't have many friends for a couple of weeks, not until everyone's situated. You had been drafted to Class 1-A, and you told yourself that since it was in the beginning of the alphabet, you're one of the better students, giving you a boost of confidence.

You were also foreign, and didn't know if these students would care, balancing the confident and anxious feeling. You might want to go back to France after the first day, but you held your breath walking into your new classroom.

You were instantly greeted by two students yelling at each other; something about them vandalizing or 'disrespecting' the school's property. Fun.

You look around for the number you were assigned, which would decide where you'll be sitting for the rest of the school year. Luckily, or unluckily, you sat behind this élégant looking boy, who seemed nice enough. You tried not to look at him too much as you sat down, but he had spun around anyways.

"Bonjour, mon amie!" Aoyama exclaimed, waving as well. His indigo eyes were settled on you, seemingly unbothered by the rest of the yelling in the classroom.