Chapter 2: A Flutter of Hope

You stepped in into your new high school, gazing blankly at the big school. You had been sick for a few days so, yeah, you were a few days late, but you didn't care. It was just another day. Tadashi had given you a bento, which was wrapped up in a blue cloth and you gripped onto it.

You walked in and looked at a map.

"Suuuugoi," you said, in a monotone awe.

You walked up the steps, having memorized the whole map already and walked into your class.

Class 1A.

As soon as you open the door you hear a loud shout.

"DIE, DEKU!!"

You gazed at a blonde ash boy, who was yelling at a green haired boy, while a blue haired man—Wait no, boy tried to stop him.

"BAKUGOU-SAN, PLEASE DO NOT SHOUT."

"YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FOUR EYES."

You were used to it. No different from home. But you stepped in anyways.

"Stop it," you said, a small crack in your voice. The blonde, Bakugou-San glared at you.

"Who the fuck are you!?" He demanded.

"That's not for you to know," you retorted, as a piece of your dark brown hair fell on your face, just between your golden eyes and on your nose bridge, and you glared at him. Your eyes pierced into his soul like golden daggers being thrown. (I'm inspired by Mikasa Ackerman, don't get me wrong, she's badass.)

Bakugou simply glared at you.

"You askin' for a death wish!?"

You leaned closer to him. You had inherited your father's intensity, and that worked most of the time.

"Couldn't be happier to accept it, Bakugou-san," you snapped.

"I'LL KILL YOU."

"Painfully, please."

Bakugou stopped and stared at you, not knowing what to say next. Most people would just tell him to calm down or argue back, but this bitch was actually accepting it.

And his heart fluttered.

"A-Ah!! You don't have to," the green haired said, embarrassed. "Wait, who are you? I'm Midoriya Izuku!!"

"Amiko," you replied, in a monotone. "Just Amiko. "

"don't you have a last name??"

"Does it really matter? If I tell you, everybody will want me dead."

"Huh??"

"If you want the last name, you can call me Saki-san."

You gave a side glance, that kind of semi-glare you give someone by looking at them from the corner of your eyes.

"We had a nice chat, let's not do it again," you replied, walking away and slipping into a seat, leaving others staring at you.

"Ouch, she doesn't look like a happy girl!" exclaimed Uraraka, who was a brown-haired girl. "Did you see her sunken eyes??"

Midoriya nodded. "I did. Saki-san...maybe we could help her?"

"THAT'S RIGHT," Iida, the blue-haired, proclaimed. "THAT'S JUST WHAT WE'LL DO."

"Shut the fuck up, you goody-two-shoes," Bakugou growled, annoyed with all this good talk.

Third Person P.O.V

Amiko really didn't know what to do. She wanted to be back at home, in her bed, where she can rot away without a care in the world. Who cares about Onii-san when you can be happy with your eyes closed? Everybody hates you. Everybody. Nobody loves you.

But honestly, Amiko really wished otherwise.

She looked at the class, happy and laughing, and envied that. Why. Why were some people born under lucky stars and have everything while others have nothing at all? Life is a fucking bitch.

Amiko tugged her sleeves and revealed blood-soaked bandages on her wrists. That comforted her. That's right. She'll be dead soon. She wouldn't have to see anybody's scornful face anymore. Never again will she have to hear her mother calling her an orphan, a mistake. And this could be her revenge on Onni-San for getting all the attention.

Her father was so much gentler, sweeter even. He knew just how to put her to sleep. Just a little dose of strange liquid and she could go to sleep with happy dreams. But he was no longer here. He was gone.

Amiko swallowed the tears before she sank into her arms on the table, a pathetic, miserable figure.

And the worst part is?

Nobody noticed her.