A random NPC | BNHA

Chapter 11

When I woke up the next Monday to the sounds of heroes fighting, I checked the pager handed to me on Saturday night and saw a message. It says to meet up with the snipers every Saturday 3:00pm at the headquarters. Shaking my head to make myself more awake, I forced myself to go to school even though I was not feeling it that day.

I stepped through the school gate, hearing murmurs of the gossip the girls standing near the school entrance were talking about, they seem to be referencing the brainwash guy again, I honestly feel bad for them, they have nothing to talk about to the point where they just decided to go back to the topic they talked about before. I still have no idea on who that brainwash dude is, but asking people what their quirk is kinda weird and rude, plus the quirk doesn't make the person.

I stepped into my classroom like some emo bopping to some imaginary music, the truth is I am just bopping to a song in my head called You say run, which is pretty good honestly. I got some stares, but I don't feel like caring today.

I plopped down on my chair and got a random piece of paper out as I wanted to sketch out the hero who just passed by our school. Endeavour is the hero who passed by my school with his big fat flame beard thing, the only reason I want to draw him is because I wanted to draw someone blowing out his beard like a candle. I snorted at the thought of how pissed he would look if that ever happened, not that I hate him but he seems shady from all his previous interviews and stuff.

Anyways the lessons started and I concentrated like Tanjiro from Demon Slayer did when he did the whole breathing thing.

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As I was about to leave the school, Kaneko Arisu kicked over my school bag and the contents all fell out, luckily I remembered to put the knives back before school. But the worst part is that she pretended that my school bag tripped her, then proceeded to pin the blame on me for her 'scraped' knee. I mean my reputation is already bad but this just makes it worse.

I just packed up my bag and left, I can't be bothered with her and my classmates now hate me since I caused harm to the tyrant of the classroom. It is just a scratch, it shouldn't hurt that much, the floor just scrapped her knee not incapacitate her to the point of no return.

I speed walked home with headphones blasting the song 'Dead girl walking' to block the voices of insult in the outside world. I know the song is a bit inappropriate but still it sounds good and catchy.

I slammed close my house door to indicate that I came back home for my family members. I ran up my room and face planted on my bed after facing so much interactions with my classmates.

I went to sleep after that dreaming about some shadowy dark purplish and black fog covering up a group of silhouettes, ranging from man to woman, big to small.

I tried to walk through the fog but it just keeps getting thicker, I tried to make sounds to get their attention but I realised that my voice is constrained within my throat. The silhouettes started walking away but one turned back and looked back at me before he left.