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"Y/L/N? I-IT CAN'T BE YOU ..."
Shoto shook his head at Y/N as subtly as he dared, blowing his fringe out of his vision when it inevitably fell in his eyes, and fixing his heterochromatic gaze on her with unwavering intensity.
She couldn't reveal she was there. It would get her, him (and the other boy, he supposed) in insurmountable amounts of trouble, possibly resulting in a mental hospital and a straitjacket.
Y/N's lip wobbled, but she nodded at him, before running back out to the hall through the wall, leaving no one the wiser. Shoto turned to stare at the green-haired boy, daring him to mention that she'd been there in the first place.
He nodded imperceptibly, a red flush high on his cheeks as he took his seat, several people giggling at him.
"Useless, Deku," one blond growled in a low, angry voice, his arms folded over a messy uniform.
"Did you say 'useless' twice?" some other student called across the classroom, tilted back in his chair with a smug ease that told Shoto all he needed to know about his personality. He had a black lightning streak in his hair, and a wide smirk seemingly permanently affixed upon his face.
"Don't call Midoriya 'Deku'!" a brunette girl with a bob insisted in a sweet voice, giving a borderline annoyed glance to the first boy. She definitely didn't seem like the type to be angry, ever, though living with Fuyumi would definitely teach anyone the dangers of upsetting a woman.
