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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡
september 2019 Kito's POV there is honestly nothing i hate more than waking up in the morning. unfortunately one of my favorite feelings is falling asleep. every morning is a constant battle. even worse, i have to adjust to waking up this damn early.
i quickly find the closest hoodie to my bed and throw it on. for some reason i always wake up freezing. i'm not sure if it's considered lucky to wear a school uniform, but at least i don't have to waste time figuring out what to wear.
after some more internal arguing, i got up and out of bed. i made my way to the bathroom and did my business. i turned on the hot water in the shower before heading to my room to grab my school. clothes. i returned to the bathroom and placed my clothes neatly on the counter.
normally i'm not for morning showers but i felt gross. taking off my clothes and stepping in felt calming. the heat was like being embraced with fire. by that i mean it's literally burning.
i finished washing my hair and then rinsed all the soap off of me. i then stepped out to unfog the mirror and look at myself. i wrapped the towel around my body before going back to looking in the mirror. hair up or down? i'll just let it air dry and keep it down.
i dried my hair before my body because if i try to do it the other way around my hair just keeps getting my body wet. slipping on my UA uniform and tucking in my top, before exiting the room.
attending UA for the past few weeks has taught me more than i've learned in all the years of school. we have done a few sparring rounds with our classmates which helped me understand using my quirk on people. i'm working on mastering the ability to use my targets quirk while taking control. surprisingly it's quite hard. it takes more energy than i have to spare and takes a lot of focus. the more i work on it, the more it'll become a muscle memory and it'll get easier.
i grabbed my final things, like my bag and phone, before heading out the door. i never ate breakfast, although i should.
i have also gotten pretty used to living with Negire. at first it felt odd living in a different household, they're all so sweet though. Negire often helped me with my studies when i was struggling. while her parents welcomed me into their home and fed me and allowed me to use their spaces. i am more than grateful.
now making my usual morning commute, which consisted of walking. sometimes i'd be walking alongside the famous Bakugou Katsuki, who happened to live nearby. we aren't very close to our childhood neighborhood so i guess he moved too.
the walk was short, but long enough to be annoying if it was anything other than perfect weather. only after a few minutes i could see the silhouette of my school, slowly come into view as i got closer.
today was one of the days i was alone. well i'm always alone but without the acquaintances of bakugou, it felt lonelier. the air was cool, but perfect enough for it not to be too hot in my blazer.
when you enter the building, you're hit with a wave of even colder air conditioning. i took my phone from my pocket and put it into the smallest pocket of my bag. the school was bigger on the inside then it looked so it took a few minutes to make it to my classroom. i spent the walk looking at my shoes and thinking about my fighting.
every match i've had, i try not to use my quirk on people. considering it tends to debilitate my opponent, it isn't too helpful when trying to improve.
once i entered the classroom i sat quietly at my desk, ignoring everyone else. i dont need friends, they'll fuck me over anyways.
i waited quietly for aizawa to interrupt the countless conversations to start class. i overheard some of the random chatter but nothing that caught my attention. soon enough the familiar yellow, caterpillar-looking thing rolled in. that 'thing' being shota aizawa, also known as eraserhead, also known as class 1-A's homeroom teacher.
majority of voices silenced, expect for kirishima and denki, who seemed to not have noticed. everyone's heads turned towards the two.
"i helped this chick yesterday!" denki exclaimed.
"bro that's so manly!" the redhead enthusiastically spoke back.
after his words he noticed the rest of the room was silent, leaving them being the last to settle down.
the sound of the older man clearing his throat took over, being followed by his voice.
"good morning. today's class will be a little different than usual." he paused as we all reacted by looking around at eachother. "we will head over to our 'unforeseen simulation joint" also known as the U.S.J. we will be training there today." he finished, with his voice staying a raspy monotone the whole time. this man looked like he's never seen a wink of sleep in his entire life.
the class waited for further instruction, and was eventually told to go change. we all obliged and went to our respective locker room. most of us kept our gym uniforms in our lockers but some kept them in their bags. mine lived here at the school, unless i needed to take it home to wash.
sensei told us to return back to our usual room so we could all exit together. our class returned all within a few minutes and we were out the front doors.
aizawa gave us a basic rundown on what the USJ is and how it was designed to help us improve. approaching was intimidating, the building was beautiful and had a glass dome over the top. the entry doors were excessively big. we crowded around the doors, waiting for them to be unlocked.
— a/n: this chapters getting kinda long so i'm cutting it into two
