The Real Story Begins: A Seemingly Normal Day Of Class

Waking up with a yawn and a stretch, Izumi Midoriya rises from her slumber. Rubbing her eyes, she lazily reaches over and shuts off her alarm, checking the time on her phone. Her shaggy hair hovers just below her shoulders, tickling her bare skin. Hopping out of bed, she tugs at her bra strap, making sure it's still in place as she gathers her stuff, throwing a shirt on and heading to the showers.

Later, Izumi hums a bright song to herself as she walks out the front door, absentmindedly tying her hair back. Today she's walking alone, a bit later than usual after having spent a little too long getting some extra homework done.

After making her way through the halls, she makes it to 1-A. Her phone tells her she still has a few minutes to spare, a far cry from the ample time she usually has to prepare for class. Most of the students have already shown up, just a few that are usually barely able to beat the bell still missing.

"Hey look at that... I thought you were gonna be late Deku..." From across the room, Katsumi Bakugo teases, leaning back in her chair with an arm slumped over the edge behind her. She smirks, waiting for some kind of reaction from the girl. Izumi frowns, deciding to ignore her antics for the day as she sits in her spot behind Katsumi.

Next to them, Katsumi leans over, a devious look on her face as she whispers something into the ear of her little groupie... Kyoka Jiro. While she's usually the one to tag along with Katsumi, Izumi has gotten her fair share of sorry's from the punk girl. The two snicker about something, glancing back at the hero nerd with varying levels of satisfaction. "Ugh... what, is there something in my hair?" Izumi blushes, reaching up to try and find some stray shred of paper or ball of lint.

As the torment continues, in comes in the last missing student, a whirlwind frantic energy. "Sorry I'm late!!" Hagakure rushes into class, her uniform the only visible part of her as she streaks across the room in a frenzy. Her bag bounces wildly around her waist, full of homework and notes, and stuffed a little more full than usual with cosmetic items.

She huffs, reaching her desk just in front of Katsumi in the front of the room, all attention suddenly on her from the dramatic entrance. clumsily, she sits at her desk, only taking a few seconds before whirling around to face Katsumi and Jiro. "So, what were you two talking about?" She smiles brightly, her expression evident by the chipper tone of her voice.

Jiro stays silent, while Katsumi leans her head back, staring smugly at the invisible girl. "Wouldn't you like to know..."

Before anyone has time to continue their conversations, the bell rings out, silencing everyone in the room. A few moments later, Mr Aizawa walks in, hunched over slightly with a tired look on his face as he closes the door behind him. "Morning..."