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Throughout your entire life, you were constantly reminded of how strange your tastes were.
Your tastes in men, specifically.
While fashion magazines and shoujo manga seemed to convey the appeal of tall, muscular, snazzily dressed men, you would often find yourself tossing those books aside in disinterest. Hearing your female classmates (and, occasionally, some males) fawn over these bishi-like guys roused your suspicions that maybe something wasn’t right in your head.
This feeling only got worse when you met him.
After months of intense quirk training, and countless nights gone without sleep, hunched over your textbooks, you had at long last taken and passed the UA entrance exam. The exam had been about what you expected, the written portion obviously easier than the practical. Maybe not for the kid who destroyed the 0-pointer, but everyone else you had tested with seemed to be in the same mindset.
After so much hard work and dedication, here you were, fidgeting with your new uniform in front of the UA school gate.
It was cliche, really, to stand in front of a high school and monologue about a “new life” and all that. Countless moe girls thrusting their fists in the air with an “I can do it!” shouted in their head. Even so, something told you that this building really would be the start of something important.
And that “something important” wasn’t necessarily your developing career.
Your class had been easy enough to find, and from the outside of the tall door, you could already hear shouting. Attending UA was bound to come with some hotheads and weirdos, you reasoned, hesitantly opening the door.
You passed the arguing pair in question, staring straight ahead in an attempt to pretend you hadn’t noticed. You counted the desks as you passed, finally arriving at your own. You set your bag next to it, and sat down with an exhausted sigh.
7:02 in the morning, first day of school, and it was already hectic in the classroom. Loud chatter from other classmates, the still continuing argument, the 0-pointer boy flailing his arms in the doorway in front of an admittedly cute girl… This was gonna be a long day.
You should have expected to be dragged into the chaos as well.
“Hey there, beautiful.” you heard someone next to you say, startling you from your contemplation.
You turned to face the new voice, already dreading whatever would come after a greeting like that, but the moment your eyes laid on the person sitting beside you, you found yourself frozen.
A short boy, purple balls attached to his head, his head resting in his palm, and a smug expression on his face.
He was the cutest thing you had ever seen.
Upon realizing that you had been silent for a while, you tried to form a response. “Uh- What?” you asked, blinking twice.
“I said that you’re pretty.” he continued, winking.
And with that, your heart began racing.
“Thanks?” you responded. Jeez, this guy was forward. “So, uh, who are you?”
“I’m Minoru Mineta!” he answered, thrusting a hand in your direction, “Nice to meet ya, cutie.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to-” you started, reaching out to grasp his hand, before being interrupted by a collective shout from the group by the door.
Your fingers just barely brushed his before he pulled back to inspect the source of the noise. A shiver was sent down your spine at the light touch, and you quickly shoved your hand back into your lap, pressing your fingers against the spot he had touched you.
The man you assumed to be your teacher was saying something about a quirk assessment, but you could hardly hear him over your own heartbeat.
It would be a long day indeed.