Pahimakas (DRV3 f!reader x Bnha various)

Final Exams: pt. 1

( Holy shit, I am so sorry for this taking so long— )

Why are these people the worst, all the time?

Class 1-A was chatting about studying and their upcoming final exam, while (Y/n) internally insulted them. Some were talking about who they planned to study with, while others complained about the subjects they weren't good at.

If you have time to whine about it, you have time to do something about it. Like study.

(Y/n) wasn't very concerned about passing the written portion of the exams. She was pretty good in all subjects, which almost made her grateful for the times her fake Danganronpa parents made her study advanced subjects.

Almost.

I wonder what my real life was like. My fake Danganronpa life was weird, and not just because I was known as an Ultimate. I wish I didn't just have the fake memories that were implanted in me. Knowing what I was really like would be nice.

((ፚᎮᏉ ᏋᎮᎧ'Ꮼ ᎧᎦᎦᏋ ᏬᎮ ᏝᎧᎮጀ.

Haha not me leaving encoded messages that genuinely don't matter-))

The musician was brought back into reality when she saw the students begin to file out of the classroom.

Oh, I guess it's time for lunch.

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(Y/n) made her way up to the roof, her usual place, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the people sitting there. In her spot. The girl contemplated her options before giving up and walking back into the lunchroom and throwing her lunch away. She was about to walk back to class, when a voice called out to her.

"Hey, you're from class 1-A, aren't you?" A pretty girl with orange hair asked, walking up to her while dragging an unconscious blonde boy.

"...Yes." The musician answered, too shocked by the unconscious body to ignore her. The girl smiled at her and introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Itsuka Kendo, from Class 1-B. Listen, I heard that the final exams will be a battle against robots, like in the entrance exam. Just wanted to let you know. I told a few of your classmates about it awhile ago, too."

(Y/n) blinked, surprised at the information. "Oh... Thanks, I guess..." She started to walk away before Kendo stopped her.

"Hey, where are you sitting?" The girl asked.

"On the roof."

"On the roof?" Kendo tilted her head to the side in confusion. "I don't think you want to eat up there. I heard there isn't a fence or anything keeping someone from falling off the edge. It's pretty dangerous."

"Oh..."

The hero-in-training seemed deep in thought for a second before shooting another smile at the musician. "How about you come and eat with me and my friends? There all really nice... Well, except maybe him..." She pointed down at the unconscious blonde. "Don't worry though. He's harmless."

(Y/n) stared at the ground, contemplating her choices.

I can't just deal with it? If I fall, I fall.

It's not like anyone would miss me...

But I still have to get back to my friends.

But I also really don't have the energy to deal with nosey people today.

Well... This girl doesn't seem very nosey, so I guess she's alright. Can't say the same for her friends though.

But I haven't even met them yet.

Oh, fuck it. They can't be worse then those idiots in 1-A.

"Fine."

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Kendo's friends weren't nosey. Not even Monoma. He was just irritating. Which was something she gave them points for.

"So, (L/n), I noticed you don't sit with any of the class 1-A kids. Why's that?" One of the 1-B kids asked. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him.

Nevermind.

"Because 1-A is full of a bunch of nosey shits." she told him. "Plus, they all thing they're so high and mighty because they're heroes in training. Honestly, they aren't that impressive."

"That's what I've been saying this whole time!" Monoma exclaimed. The former Ultimate listened to the blonde's rant as newfound respect for him began to bloom.

This guy doesn't care if he looks crazy... he just says whatever the fuck he wants.

I can respect that.

They all continued to talk while (Y/n) was, surprisingly, enjoying herself. Monoma was crazy as fuck, Kendo constantly put him in his place, Komori was cute and low key terrifying, Tsunotori was just adorable in all ways, and Tetsutestu was hilarious as hell.

Okay, maybe not all hero students are the worst...

But still, she wouldn't get attached to them.

She refused to get attached.

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(Y/n) waved goodbye to the class B students. On her face was a small barely visible smile.

But it was still a smile.

Of course, that smile faded once she opened the doors to the 1-A classroom. Apparently, they were all celebrating the fact that they were going to fight robots for their exam. Well, Bakugo wasn't celebrating, but (Y/n) doubted he would ever celebrate anything.

Ever.

Todoroki wasn't doing much either, but that's besides the point. They we're all talking about what Kendo had told them at lunch. Knock off Pikachu and Pinkie were relieved and kept chatting about how easy the exams would be. The musician let out an irritated huff, grabbed her back, and stormed out of the classroom.

If they keep talking about it in the open, the teachers might hear and make us do something more difficult. Shit, the teachers probably know that we know already. I bet we'll have to do something completely different.

Damn it.

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"From now on, we'll be focusing on battle against flesh and blood opponents! As such, you students will be pairing up and fighting one of the teachers you see here!"

You've gotta be kidding me.