Y/N walked up to U.A. as her usual confident baddie self. She had her long blonde hair tucked into a messy bun, egg in hand as her friends, hidden behind a car, watched her. It had been a dare, which she knew was a risk since she shouldn't be out so late. Her dad would hit her at home if he found out, but Y/N didn't care. She was the baddest of them all, while also being super emo.

She lifeted her arm and began to throw, but a muscly hand held her wrist.

"Oi! What are you doing, trying to dirty up my school?" The voice said. She didn't dare look up, but he shadowed over her. Y/N was very short for her age, and the man seemed to be about 5'8" while she was 4'9",

"N-no sir..." She squeaked out.

"Damn right." He pushed her. She finally looked up at the man to see it was the boy who won the U.A. Sports Festival. Sure he acted like a baby when he did, but he won.

"A-aren't you t-the guy wh-who w-w-won the S-Sports F-Festival?"

"Yeah. Now get out my way, damn extra." Y/N starts crying. " off."

Y/N runs away and goes to her house.