I was disappointed, to say the least, when I found out Kacchan had stayed back sick. The other students had cast curious glances at me and even tried to talk to me, but there was only one person I was interested in talking to and he wasn't even here. I don't really care if they think I'm a bad person or not. Only if Kacchan is happy I'm here.
Aizawa was rambling on about an ethics lesson-no doubt because it was my first day-and being overall boring and unremarkable.
My thoughts kept wandering the whole class, wondering if Kacchan was really sick and if he was ok. Wondering if he knew I was here. Wondering if he would be happy or sad to see me.
Wondering what he was about to say before the heroes interrupted.
Finally, the bell rang and I got up to leave when Aizawa called me up to his desk. I frowned, but decided to oblige.
"Midoriya. Yes, I found your real name. Let me make something very clear; I don't like you. But principal Nezu has, for some reason, taken a liking to you. So don't mess up your only chance, you're on thin ice Midoriya." He sighed and took a long sip of his coffee. "With that out of the way, here's a packet. It'll tell you everything you need to know about the school, like your bell schedule and what dorm you're in. Trust me, it's important to read." He handed me a thick crisp paper packet, and leaned back in his chair before zipping up the giant yellow sleeping bag and falling asleep. I guess that means I'm dismissed?
The dorm prospect did interest me. I was a part of a new program, so would I be in a program specific dorm or the class dorm I was assigned to? I flipped through the boring words until I found the dorm page and grinned. I would be in class 1-A's dorm. I looked at the dorm room lists, and broke out into a run.
My room was right next to Kacchan's.