Atelophobia [MP100 X MHA Crossover]

Erythrophobia - Fear of the Color Red

I'm alive :)

*My Time starts playing*

'Thoughts'

Ritsu's true thoughts (italicized, underlined)

Mogami (bold, italicized)

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"The velocity is six kilometers per second."

"Correct again, Kageyama. Now, would anyone like to—"

DING-DONG DING-DONG

And with the deep ringing of the funeral bell, the day was over. The class of first years quickly cleaned the room, each of them wanting to get home as soon as possible. Their teacher desperately tried his best to wrap up his lesson before the disinterested students left. But, as usual, Ritsu was the first to collect his things and head out while the teacher was still going on. He couldn't recall a single time the man managed to finish before the final bell nor a single time where he actually cared to stay behind and listen.

He walked alone in the hallway, the chattering of teens too afraid to ask their crush out and a loudmouth boasting about how great he is at football—Loud and proud, that's familiar—weren't exactly worth paying attention to.

The empty hallway slowly grew more crowded as more and more students flooded out of their classrooms. While they all made their way out of the school, he and a few others went against the tide of the black and red sea and toward the clubrooms.

Student council met once a week on Mondays after school. Thirty minutes after the bell. Always thirty minutes. Meaning that he, being the Vice President, had to be there twenty-five minutes before that. It didn't help that the meeting room was on the third floor.

The thought spurred him to walk faster down the hallway, people automatically moving around him at the sight of his familiar spiky hair. Ritsu had caused quite a commotion during the second week of school when he, a first year, snagged the position of Vice President from the many upperclassmen vying for it. A routine of older students looking down on him, noticing the deep red band around his arm, and quickly changing their tune had gone on for about a week before most people learned to pick him out by his hair.

Apparently.

Was it weird that he could hardly remember any of that happening?

Turning the corner, he made his way to the second floor which housed the second year classes. One of the classroom doors opened and a short boy with a bowl cut hurried out into the busy hallway and straight into Ritsu.

"Sorry!" The boy, Kageyama, jumped back while Ritsu straightened his own uniform. "I really should have looked—"

Kageyama froze and stared at him. Ritsu couldn't determine whether it was because the second year just realized he bumped into the Vice President or because this was his first time seeing Ritsu since the milk incident a week ago. Something he also hardly remembered.

"Don't worry about it," he said with a practiced, amiable smile. This kid was the punching bag of what had to be the entire second year and the way he carried himself—hunched and as small as possible—showed it. The last thing Ritsu wanted was for him to needlessly panic about getting on the Vice President's bad side.