TᕼE ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ IᑎᔕIᗪE [1]

im sorry this is so boring, just like me

going back to classes wasn't as weird as i'd thought it would be. i honestly expected for everything to be kind of weird to settle into after all the shit with the shie hassaikai and the manami fiasco, but things went smoother than i'd expected.

nighteye's funeral had been extremely depressing, much like i'd expected (but honestly what else would you expect from a fucking funeral). kirishima and i stuck around each other for the majority of the time, hanging close to the other three along with our upperclassmen. the food served had been pretty good despite everything, though.

i may not have known the man, but he'd seemed like a good guy and hero from what little i knew of him. with how midoriya, togata and all might revered him, it left little argument over whether nighteye had been a good man when he was alive.

i remember when aizawa mentioned to me that eri had woken up and was in a stable enough condition. the day after he'd told me, i'd given him a card for the little girl that he had rolled his eyes at before grunting out that he'd deliver it to her.

it was a simple card, mostly just saying how i hope she recovers soon, but i was able to leave an audio recording — in case she doesn't know how to read — of some encouraging words that i hoped would brighten up her thoughts and mood while everything else was still going on. while my childhood may have been a fucking train wreck, eri didn't deserve to spend the majority of hers experiencing more traumatic things.

aizawa had said something about introducing me to the adorable little girl once she was permitted to have visitors, and it kind of made me nervous. i mean, she's a little kid, and i usually don't interact much with them, but she's been abused and i just want her to know that she's not alone and that if she ever needs someone to talk to, i can be there for her if she wants me to be.

i internally groan at the math we were currently learning. my brain is not functioning properly at the moment — probably due to my lack of actual sleep instead of a pain induced partial coma — and ectoplasm's voice is seriously not helping.

i look up when i hear a weird noise, holding in a snort as i watch kaminari short circuit on the spot from the lesson, while venom just laughs really hard in my head. i look to my side and see momo stopping from her work, and both my companion and i curse inwardly at the thought that if she was screwed, then the rest of us were.

snapping out of my thoughts, i look up to see midoriya trying to answer the question, the boy shouting, "107/14!}

"incorrect!"

it was almost instinct to know that bakugo was most likely smirking at the fact that his childhood rival got the answer wrong, but the class was saved by an outburst from him, from my beautiful friend raising her hand to give her own answer.

"107/28!"

"correct! now, onto the next page."

it was at this moment that i really did let out a small groan, attracting mom's attention for a millisecond before she refocuses on the lesson and i bury my head in my arms.

hopefully this dumbass lesson ends soon

'with you saying that, you've most likely just fucking jinxed it and it'll now last a decade. there goes more of my lifespan, you twat'

your insults just keep getting worse by the day, princess

'and you get more and more unoriginal and less creative with each day'

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"hey, mineta, did you see this?!"

"what's the rating?"