Chapter 19

                                    

                                          

I never felt more happy for it to be lunch time. I was starving for some spicy ramen and soba. The moment the bell rung for lunch, everyone in Class 1-b started to crowd my desk, surrounding me with questions about things. How did I stop volcano? Where I get the nasty scar on my face? Am I related to Shoto Todoroki? Is my dad actually the pro-hero Storm Crusher? It reminded me when Class 1-a surrounded me questions like that but different questions. I just simply ignored their questions, getting up and walking out of the classroom. I just wanted to be in the lunchroom, and see my friends. There's nothing my mom can't do to make me stop from seeing my friends.
As I walked my way to the lunchroom, I rubbed the back of my neck trying to relax my tense muscles. I wish things were different, like me walking with Mina to the lunchroom. Or Bakugo chasing me down the hallway because I insulted him about something. But seemed like those will never happen as I walk alone. I soon reached the lunchroom, opening the doors and my eyes scanning all around for my friends. But I didn't see them as the lunchroom was filled with students. This was going to be harder than it was. I sighed heavily getting in line for food as my eyes were still searching for my friends.
"(Y/n)?" I never turned around so quickly in my life, but I did. I thought it was Mina but it was the orange hair girl from Class 1-b. I frowned, grabbing a tray and walked down the line, looking at the food options.
"What?" I finally spoke, when I still felt her presence close to me. She wasn't going to leave me alone, so might as well talk with her.
"I want to apologize for Monoma and my classmates today in class. Monoma can be hard to get by, and for my classmates, they like to ask questions to try and know people." She explained as she was holding a tray filled with food already.
"I honestly really don't care, ponytail" I didn't mean to be rude, but I just wanted to be left alone to find my friends.
"Oh I never introduce myself, I'm Itsuka Kendo, class representative of 1-b." She held out her hand to shake but I ignored it, grabbing a bowl of spicy ramen and continued walking down the line.
"As you can see, I'd like to be left alone so please do that before I burn you to a pile of ash" I threaten, watching her smile and laugh a bit. Was my threat funny or something?
"I do see that, but as class representative, it is my job to make sure a new student feels welcome in my class. So join me and my friends for lunch" She didn't wait for a reply as she linked arms with me and dragged me towards her table.
I didn't get my soba, now I really want to make her into a pile of ash. As she dragged me to her table, I walked past a table that was familiar but I couldn't help but glancing at it. I noticed the color hair of students at the table, before noticing a pink skin girl. Mina! I was about to say something but I saw her laughing to someone. I glanced over to see some guy with some purple hair. Was that the new student that took my place in 1-a? Before I could get a good look, Kendo continued to drag me until we reached a table of students from 1-b. Kendo unlinked arms with me, taking a seat by someone as I felt so uncomfortable. I wanted to leave this place so badly but I couldn't help but to glance over at Mina. She was smiling and laughing with someone else. That was my best friend.
I sighed heavily, taking a seat by someone and started to eat my spicy ramen. I wished I had my soba but I guess I can wait to go home to have soba. The students were talking about something as I just quietly ate my food. This was boring, I wasn't having fun with these people. I glanced over at where Mina was, watching her talk to my other friends and frowned. I want to be over there, hug each one of them and tell them I was okay. But it wouldn't change anything knowing I wasn't in there class anymore. I couldn't help but to stare at the purple hair guy, watching him talk to Midoriya before stopping. I watched him glance around the lunchroom before his purple eyes met mine. Oh how badly I wanted to burn him for taking my spot, talk to my friends as if he knew them. I looked away, finishing my food before someone slammed their hand infront of me.