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y/n pov
it's been a few days since i met denki, and we've been texting for hours everyday since his sleep schedule is as fucked up as he is.
i sat down in my seat in class, contemplating wether i should draw or not when i hear some loud footsteps inching towards me.
"sooo y/n.." my friend grace swooned, slinging her arm around my shoulder, slightly startling me, "talk to any cuties yet?~" she sat down next to me. i looked down, shaking my head while smiling slightly
"OH MY GOD, YOU LIAR! TELL ME!" she shrieked, playfully hitting my shoulder. "okay, okay!" i giggled, unable to stop myself from smiling. "well his name is denki.."
"denki?" she asked, looking at me completely confused, "what kind of name is that..? are you sure he isn't a predator?" "sTOP!" i yelled, maybe a bit louder than intended, getting some irritated stares from other classmates, "he's japanese..and he's stupid.. in a kinda cute way."
"OOOO" she screeched, "LEMME SEE HIM!!" i could already tell people were pissed off at us from the eye rolls and whispers we were getting.
i'm not that popular in school, sure, people know me and not everyone likes me but i don't really care as long as they don't bother me. but i'm still good with quite a few people.
"okaaay stupid.." i smirked, taking out my phone and showing her the picture of him. "he's the one on the right, he goes to UA! cool, right??" "he looks like pikachu.." she snickered, covering her mouth, "b-but he's cute, i guess!" i rolled my eyes, smiling.
"i'm gonna ask him if we can call tonight.. i'm not sure if he can though because he lives in a dorm at his school." i said nervously, feeling my face heat up.
then suddenly this asshole sat next to us, resting his head on his chin smirking. "what do you want, brandon?" grace sighed in disgust. "woah, woah.. ouch. that hurt me.. in my heart.." he stated, dramatically holding his the middle of his shirt. "that's not where your heart is, dipshit" i sighed, looking down, irritated.
he glared at me. "anyways, what are you neeks talking about" he smirked, taking my pen and drawing a dick on my page. "found some gay guy that you guys can be gay with?"
"that doesn't even make sense you muppet" grace spat, brandon rolled his eyes, taking my phone and snapping a picture of himself and setting it as my wallpaper as i sat there in disbelief of this absolute dickhead.
