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tssssss!
"oh no, mina! the tea is boiling over!"
"sorry! sorry!"
"this is why we told you to put your phone away while you're making the tea, mina. ribbit."
"i said i was sorry, alright!"
"it's alright girls, it's only a small spill. let's just get started with the chamomile tea! hold on, where's y/n?"
the 6 girls looks around the kitchen, but there was no sign of your large puff ball or long tail. you were supposed to be down with your girl friends preparing for the tea party you guys finally got around to.
you and the other girls in your class always tried to plan individual events for just you 7, since there is so few of you and love having girl time. usually, it would be something like shopping or a spa night, but your class was going to be pretty busy this weekend, so you girls wouldn't be able to have a whole weekend to yourselves as usual, so momo suggested that you all should do something a little less time consuming, but still enjoyable. so, she was ecstatic when hagakure asked if a small tea party was possible after a long day of school.
"ou! i can go get her!" mina was about to bolt upstairs until momo stopped her, stretching her arm out in front of her to avoid her from sprinting out of the kitchen.
"noooo, you have to watch the tea, remember?" she smiled at her kindly. "i'll go get her."
"ughhh fine... but standing here is so boring." mina sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"don't worry mina, we'll be here with you until y/n comes down!" uraraka said while hugging the pink haired girl.
"i think y/n is probably still in her room, yao-momo." jiro suggested as she continued to prepare some small sandwiches with tsu.
"alright then, i'll go fetch her! be right back."
you were indeed in your room, but you weren't alone. the fact that you were supposed to be downstairs with the other girls completely slipped your mind once a good friend of yours showed up outside of your dorm, subconsciously begging for attention.
"you know, if you needed help you could have just asked me." dark purple orbs look up at you followed by a small smirk that began to grow on his face as he held the thin piece of paper. "i mean, i get it. this subject is hard and all, but 62%? really y/n?"
"you know what toshi? fuck you. you know grammar is my worst subject. especially japanese grammar, like what the fuck is it so hard for?"
you were in the middle of hanging up some freshly washed clothes as shinso laid sprawled out on your bed, and judged the grade on your recent japanese literature test.
