RUDE BOY | BNHA / MHA ⁰³

The silence in the classroom was suddenly felt when Aizawa, still inside his yellow sleeping bag by the door, gave two sharp knocks on the wall frame.
Aizawa: "Quiet down. We have a new student in the class starting today," Aizawa said in his usual tired voice. "She arrived late because of the admissions process, so don't waste any more of our time. Come in and introduce yourself quickly."
The door opened with a determined push. Ryota Kurogane crossed the threshold, chest out and hands in his pockets. His fluffy white hair and sharp blue eyes scanned the room with an icy, judgmental gaze, pausing for only a second on Midoriya's hunched posture and Bakugo's feet propped up on the table.
He reached the blackboard, took a hand out of his pocket and crossed his arms, displaying a sneer of obvious superiority.
Kurogane: "I'm Ryota Kurogane," he announced in a strong, deep voice, without a hint of doubt. "I came to UA to train seriously, not to make friends or waste time with soft speeches. If anyone here expects me to pity them or ask for permission to do things, they'd better change courses right now."
A tense murmur ran through the classroom before Aizawa simply nodded at the only free seat, right next to yours.
Aizawa: "Quiet down already. Kurogane, your seat is over there. Open your books to page forty-two."
Ryota strode down the aisle, slammed his backpack onto the back of the seat, and sat down, letting out a soft kinetic crack from his knuckles that made the floor vibrate slightly. He turned to face you, rested his elbow on your desk, and looked you up and down with a sly grin.
Kurogane: "So you're the one I got stuck next to..." he murmured in a low but defiant tone. "I hope you're not the type to get scared easily or complain about everything. What's your name?"