Chapter Three - Keeping an Open Mind

                                    

                                          
Y/n's POV
                          
"We have English with... Yamada sensei next, don't we?" I question Momo as I take a peak at my printed out timetable sheet.
                          
"Yes, we do."
                          
Listening to the light chatter around us, I let out a sigh. 
                          
"...Kaminari is actually quite good at English if you ever have troubl-"
"Momo, PLEASE."  I bow my head with a whine.
                          
"As far as I'm concerned, he's nothing but a pervert! I want to believe you, I really do when you say he's a better person than... that... but you know my thought process." Sighing once more, I continue.
"I'll be more than happy to socialise and get to know him in the coming days when he proves to me my assumptions are incorrect."
                          
The ravenette bows her head in acknowledgement.
"Just keep an open mind."
                          
"I will."
                          
"Alriiiiight!" A loud blonde male shouts, dragging out his 'i', startling me in the process.
                          
"Before we get started, can I have a little chat to our newest listener?"
                          
Oh, so THIS is Yamada sensei... he's loud.
                          
"He means you, Y/n." Momo nudges my shoulder, forcing me from my thoughts. Nodding with slight hesitation, I feel the the nerves once again rise in my throat.
Making my way forward as I try desperately not to trip over a desk or chair and embarrass myself.
                          
'SLAM!'
                          
...
                          
'Well I'm not on the ground so...'
                          
Whipping my head to the side to try and figure out what caused the noise, an odd feeling finds itself sitting at the bottom of my stomach.
                          
'...something isn't right.'
                          
"Someone coming in late?" The blonde, gravity defying haired man questions as he glides his finger through the air, as if the count each person in the room and then finally to me.
                          
"Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one. Everyone's here so-"
                          
'SLAM!'
                          
'BANG!'
                          
Looking around the room, I realise I'm not the only one cringing at each thumping sound ringing out against the large wooden door.
                          
Bakugo huffs from his seat, an annoyed snarl on his features. "Turn the handle, idiot!" 
                          
'BLAM!'
                          
'THUMP!'
                          
Flinging the grand door from its hinges, they  into the class like a swarm of angry bees searching for their missing queen. Students and teachers of various departments are seen amongst the stampede. Within a moment, I feel a sudden pressure on my left wrist as one of the crowd latches onto me and begins to jerk me into the sea of bodies.
Screams, yells and panicked voices fill the class as I finally regain my senses. Pulling back and squirming in fear, I have no time to calm my need for freedom before sensei steps in, prying the student's zombie-like fingers from my arm with a struggle. 
                          
With a single shove, Yamada sensei pushes my form backwards away from the hoard leaving me stumbling. Having effectively taken my place, I can do nothing but watch as my English teacher is dragged away by this mob. 
                          
"Get out while you can! I'll hold these vultures off as much as I ca- oW! JUST GO!" The blonde yelps as he's jerked away and consumed by the crowd. 
                          
"You heard sensei! Everyone OUT!" With a fluid hand chop motion, those who had previously been paralysed in fear now spring to life at Iida's words. The sudden group confidence boost is short lived though as the gap in the mob made by our sensei being dragged away is quickly closed up.
                          
My eyes dart around the room for a solution. By the time I'm backed up into a corner as a futile method of escape, it hits me. 
                          
'The window!'
                          
Contorting my arm as I'm continually pressed to the cold surface, I fiddle the lock of the window and swing it open. 
                          
A feing of dread pokes at my heart as I glance over my shoulder.
                          
'I could break something, I can't make that jump down. But...'
                          
Taking in a breath, I decide to try anyway.
                          
'I'm sure Lady Niaka can.' 
                          
Bending my knees, I prop myself onto the windowsill. Not a second later, I force myself backwards out of the building.  Gravity takes its hold on my body as I look forward and then up, the area I once occupied now infiltrated with grasping, swinging arms and blank, vacant, zombie-like faces.
                          
"Tikki, spots on!"
                          
Not waiting to finish transforming, I reach for the yoyo on my waist and throw it above my head. Hitting the building's roof and stopping my decent with an almost painful jolt, I sigh in relief that my makeshift grappling hook worked. Dropping my feet down the wall they had planted them selves into, I make contact with the lime green grass centimetres bellow. With a sharp tug and a swing of my wrist, my ruby-red and onyx blotted weapon is once again secured to my hip. 
                          
Pivoting towards my right, I make a mad dash to find the source of these terrifying mobs of emotionless students and teachers... the akumatized villain.
                          
"That damn tom cat better get here soon."