#class 1a fluff

- ever since you were a child, you had wanted to be a hero. but when you got your quirk, you realized it wasn’t really meant for hand to hand combat and more so defense.

- you trained hard to help with hand to hand combat but you wanted a way to be more offensive.

- you were always drawn to knives, more specifically, throwing knives. they just seemed the most practical; they were smaller and could be used both for long distance fighting and hand to hand combat.

- your hero suit had a special belt/pocket that held your knives. your class would always be left bewildered when you were fighting as your knives seemed to regenerate and you never seemed to run out.

- hatsume also helped develop a bracelet type gadget that you could use to draw your knives back to you so you wouldn’t have to individually collect them.

- “how does she have that many knives?” midoriya mumbled as he wrote in his notebook. “her aim is always so accurate too.”

- you had spent years practicing with your throwing knives so you would rarely, if ever, miss your target. that terrified your classmates and they were always hesitant to spar with you.

- well, everyone but bakugou, he would yell at you not to hold back on him; todoroki often spared against you as well, using his ice to block the knives.

- whenever you were waiting to fight or after a fight, you would often flip your knives in your hands, pulling off impressive tricks.

- your classmates were always intrigued by it and always begged you to help teach them how to do knife tricks, most commonly mina and kaminari. it didn’t go very well and if they had used one of your real knives, you were certain they would’ve lost a finger or two.

Your fingers stop their movements on the keys as you hear your mother scoff. She stalks toward you and stops once she’s stood aside you.

You feel her cold gaze on your figure. “Seriously; I paid all this money for your piano lessons and you just wasted it.”

You cry out as she drops the fallboard on your fingers. She mutters under her breath as she walks away. “Pathetic little girl.”

~

You saunter down the stairs as quietly as you could; you weren’t trying to wake anyone up and get yelled at. You freeze as you reach the bottom of the stairs. Your classmates had talked about the dorms getting a piano but you had been cooped in your room all day and hadn’t seen it.

You slowly walked over to it and sat down on the bench. You wince as you lift the fallboard, revealing the keys. When your mother slammed the fallboard on your hands, a few of your fingers were broken and she refused to take you to the doctors so some were a tad crooked.

You took your mother’s words to heart and you honestly didn’t think you were good at all so you never showed off, only playing when you were certain you were home alone.

Your hands brushed over the keys, press a few before playing a song. All your concerns of being quiet were left behind.

So engaged in your song, you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you. “Woah, you know how to play Y/n?”

You jump up, hitting the piano, making the bench fall over and the fallboard fall down. Glancing up, you spot a familiar redhead followed by a pink haired girl.

Uncomfortably, you rub the back of your neck. “Yeah, kinda.”

“You’re so good!” Mina jumps in front of you. “You should play for the class!”

You stare at the ground. “I don’t know.”

Kirishima places a hand on your shoulder with a warm smile. “Think about it.”

You watch as Kirishima pulls Mina away to the kitchen and you’re left alone with your thoughts.

~

You wandered through the common room. Everyone else was in class so no one was there. You had been feeling a little under the weather so Mr. Aizawa let you stay in the dorms for the day.

Your gaze eventually wanders to the piano. Glancing at the clock, you sigh. There was plenty of time before class ended so no one would hear. You quickly snatch a towel from the kitchen and stuff it so the fallboard would have a stopper.

~

As Midoriya opens the building’s door, he hears the gentle sound of a piano.

Ochako glances at him with a questioning gaze. The duo quickly walks toward the sound, the majority of the class following him. Kirishima gives Mina a knowing look, unnoticed by the rest of the class, as he hangs back with Bakugou.

When the class sees you, they just sit in silence, enjoying the sweet melody. You stop, sensing a presence behind you. Slowly glancing behind you, you want to hide away when you see the whole class behind you.

“Wow, you’re really good Y/n!” Midoriya exclaims.

You blush and shake your head. “No..”

“You really are!” Ochako comes to sit next to you. “Why do you think you’re not?”

You stare down, fiddling with your hands. “My mom always told me I wasn’t good enough. She kept trying to get me to quit.”

“Well she was wrong!” Kaminari marched in front of you.

Mina ran to stand next to him. “Yeah! You’re amazing!”

“You are really talented Y/n.” Iida smiles at you.

“Play us something else!” Hagakure yells.

You blush and turn back to face the keyboard. Smiling to yourself, you start pressing keys.

- you’ve always been naturally smart, always at the top of your class.

- UA was no exception, academically, you were one of the top students, if not the top.

- your classmates would always come to you to get help studying and they always told you it helped them in class.

- you were very good with interrogations; you would always get to the bottom of things and discover the truth

- mr. aizawa would often ask you to figure out if something was going on within the class if none of the other students would tell him.

- this would sometimes lead you to interrogate “less dangerous” criminals that wouldn’t speak. as you got older you were taken to the police station a lot more to help.

- your classmates knew they couldn’t hide things from you for long because they knew you’d figure it out sooner or later.

- midoriya would often come to you to ask you about people’s quirks and he would discuss the outcomes of fights with you (kinda like how he did at the sports festival).:

- iida would come to you, like mr. aizawa, to figure things out about his classmates. he says it’s his duty as class rep to know everything that could go wrong with his classmates.

- you were a very reserved person and often came across cold and sometimes mean. you and todoroki got along well as you two were a lot alike.

- it was pretty rare for your classmates to see you show emotion; during training you acted very stoic, as if nothing bothered you.

- you were the one of the oldest children out of twelve. your parents weren’t home a lot and with your older siblings in college and busy in their third year work, you were often the one to help take care of the younger ones.

- after a rather tough week of training, your siblings decide to surprise you at your dorm (with mr. aizawa and principal nezu’s permission ofc).

- you and your class were all hanging out in the front lawn; the ac in the dorms recently broke and it felt a lot nicer outside.

- you were talking to the dekusquad when you heard a small voice call your name.

- looking up, you see a little kid running towards you. you stand up from the step as your sibling jumps into your arms.

- “i missed you.” you whisper into their ear.

- “i missed you too.”

- your other siblings have to drag them off of you.

- your classmates were astonished; they had never seen you smile this bright, or this nice. they were even more surprised when you started playful bantering with some of the older siblings while the younger ones were climbing all over your legs trying to get you to rough house.

- kaminari was whispering to kirishima about the whole situation.

- “it’s like a whole new y/n. where did the mean y/n go?” he pretends to wipe tears from his eyes.

- you hear him and give him your signature y/n glare.

- he freezes before hiding behind kirishima. “nevermind, they’re still there.”

- class 1a had always made you feel like they were your older siblings; all the teasing, poking fun at, and the way they all protected you (even bakugou, though he would never admit it).

- some of your classmates thought how you treated them was a little weird at first, but they eventually got used to it and started returning the affection.

- no matter where you were going, they usually didn’t let you go alone. and you were always the one walking on the grass side of the sidewalk that was away from the road. if a random dude was hitting on you, the girls would pull you away while the guys threatened him.

- the class was all getting together in the common area to go to the mall to shop for who knows what. uraraka came up to your room to ask if you wanted to join them but she found you passed out and decided to let you sleep.

- it had been a long week for everyone, the training was very intense this week and you had stayed up late for the majority of the week to study for upcoming tests.

- you awoke in a pitch black room. you didn’t know where you were so you glanced around, trying to find something to distinguish the area, but you couldn’t make anything out.

- you tried calling out to your classmates. “mina? bakugou? midoriya?” nothing

- after a few minutes of silence, you hear a small child’s voice calling out your name. it sounded like they were crying.

- “hello? is everything okay?”

- “y/n, help!”

- you run through the darkness toward the child’s voice but freeze when they come into your vision. in front of you stood your older sibling who had died a few years ago.

- “s/n?” tears well up in your eyes as you reach out to the child. they looked just like they did before the accident.

- you try to graze their face, but your hand passes through, almost as if they were made of dust.

- tears form in their little eyes. “help me, please.”

- you bury your face in your hands as you repeatedly mutter apologies.

- your sibling starts to scream in your ears and you glance up. they were gone; butterflies fluttered around you instead. the screams faded away as the majority flew away. a few landed on your face and arms.

- your eyes shoot open and you slowly sit up. your face felt wet and your nose was runny. you wipe your face and calm yourself down before you stand up to leave your room. you needed to see your classmates.

- you went into the common area, which usually had a few of your classmates present, and it was empty.

- “guys?” you call out. it usually got someone’s attention and they would usually call back. you waited a moment. silence.

- you rush back up to your room to get your phone to text the class group chat.

- ‘where are you guys?”

- you pace your room for a few minutes, waiting for a response. after ten minutes, you still haven’t gotten a text back and you begin to worry even more.

- you go down to the common area to wait to see if anyone has come back. when you don’t see anyone, you sit down on the couch and pull your knees to your chest. the tears you had previously wiped away started to fall down your face again.

- you sit like that for hours until the front door finally opens. you jump to your feet and rush to your classmates.

- “where were you?” you practically scream at them while you bring tsuyu into a hug and examine the cuts she had gotten all over her body. all of them had gotten cuts. “what happened?” you whisper.

- “the league of villains followed us,” bakugo snorted.

- “what?” you screech.

- midoriya places his hand on your shoulder. “none of us are severely injured.”

- “that doesn’t make it much better!”

- tsuyu tightens her arms around you and wipes your tears away. “we’re okay.”

- everyone else joins in the hug, making a big huddle around you; even bakugou was dragged in.

- you laugh as you wipe your face for the final time. “don’t scare me like that again guys.”

- everyone had a sleepover in the common area the rest of the weekend