ON HIATUS || Jiro x genderfluid reader x Momo

Chapter 11

Sports festival today, yaAaAAyYyyY. People + live TV + contest + 200 other students + arrogance + hubris = choke me slowly to death as I gauge my eyes out from social anxiety. I'm not looking forward to this, as you can tell. I understand it is to help you get recognised by pro heroes so you get a better career as a pro yourself, but if I'm being honest, I would rather remain in the shadows and continue being my anonymous-genderfluid-dumbass self.

"Wakey Wakey bitch!! You have a sports festival to attend!!"

"From now on I choose to not understand English.." I said with my usual morning voice, turning over in my bed and shoving my head under the pillows.

"Bro, just get the fuck out of bed or I will scream my ass off for the next hour because I can literally scream forever cuz I don't need to breathe oxygen. So save your ears a trip to 6ft under and get up."

"Fuck you..." I got out of bed, trust me she isn't lying. Naomi will honestly just straight up scream her ass off until I get up. Why she sticks around, I don't know but I'm glad she's here with me. "You know you love me~"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You don't mind doing your haunting-ghostey shit, or whatever, and start making breakfast would you?"

"Sure! Just a reminder, your school uniform is on the sofa and your school bag is in the bathroom while the contents are around the house!"

"Why the fuck is my bag in the bathroom?!"

"Do you seriously not remember last night?"

"I don't even remember getting into bed! Let alone what the fuck I did!!"

"Want me to say or...?"

"Yeah, sure"

"You were high as fuck."

"What..?!"

"And your sense of reality was going haywire! The parallel realms were kind of merging together a bit, and the realm of shadows was a bit... leaky...why were you high last night?"

"Oh, fuck, now I remember what happened. It was a fucking dare! I don't know where the fuck he got that shit from..."

"What happened! Spill the tea!"

"Bruh...no"

"Come on!!!"

".... I was hanging out with the Bakusquad when Denki and Sero pulled out... I don't know what the fuck it was, but whoever came last in the game had to consume it. They reassured us that it was safe to eat, but we would be kinda high"

"How the fuck did you lose?!"

"That is something for another day when I'm not salty about losing to some stupid game..."

"Oh~ I see how it is! I'm determined to find out!! Oh, and don't worry about tbe sports festival today because I'll be with you the whole time!"

"Wait, you'd actually come to school with me?"

"Of course! I wouldn't want you to feel like you're getting too overwhelmed by all the people you'll be competing against and by all the pro heroes and people who will be watching you live!"

"Thanks Naomi!!"

"Besides, I can help you with reversing your quirk side effects, and I can help you continuously at 100%!!"

"Very true Nae, very true."

"Yeah, I'll go sort out your shit whilst you get ready for today."

"Cool!" I watched as Naomi flew through the wall towards the kitchen, she's honestly the best friend any ghost whisperer/necromancer someone could ever have. I love how she's an extremely experienced ghost as well, she's practically a god at interacting with the living, she can turn things on without wasting money for the electricity or water bills [somehow] and she can also lift things, but only the lighter stuff however.

I left my room, oh yeah, now I see what Naomi was talking about. I picked up the contents of my bag as I made my way to the bathroom to collect my school bag. But fucking hell, I feel like shit after taking those drugs... Never again am I taking unlabelled shit that came from the back pocket of Sero. Well, you only live once.... Unless you're me. I grabbed my bag which was soaking wet. Fuck, of course the shower is on! It's gonna take fucking ages for this to dry!! "No no no, this can't be happening today!!" Don't cry, don't cry, don't...cry. I'll just have to carry my shit and request for a locker to put my shit in. Turning around, bag in hand, I made my way to the kitchen where the drying rack was. Naomi was busy trying to lift a bowl from the cupboard without dropping it. I smiled as I hung my bag on the top rack. I left, heading towards my uniform to change. Stripping, I grabbed my [skirt/trousers] and changed into them.

I gathered my notebooks, stationary and text books as I arranged them so it was easy to carry. Oh shit, my PE kit! Where did I put that?! I started running around the place, trying to find my kit. I need that for this godforsaken sports festival!! "NAOMI! WHERE'S MY PE KIT?!"

"I THINK IT'S SOMEWHERE UNDER THE FRIDGE I THINK!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS IT DOING THERE?!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOES ON INSIDE YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU'RE HIGH!!"

"HOW DID I EVEN GET IT UNDER THERE?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! TELEKINESIS I GUESS??" Of course it would be somewhere stupid! I ran to the kitchen, yep, I see my shorts under it...and my top is also shoved under there. I used my telekinesis to move the fridge a bit so I could get my clothes. Thank fuck they weren't dirty, they smell alright as well which is good. I'll just give them a bit of airing by hanging them outside the window. Naomi had finished making me breakfast, I love her, she's honestly the best.

"Brush your teeth and have a shower afterwards, k? You'll have plenty of time, so don't stress, yeah? I'll be with you once we leave and I'll stay by you to make sure you're okay."

"Thank you so much, we never usually spend a lot of time together so I'm really looking forward to this despite it being a nationwide event that anyone can access."

"I'm looking forward to seeing how far you've progressed with your abilities! I hope you win, or at least come close to top!"

"I know I don't want to win, but it'll benefit me better in the long run if I aim for 1st or at least somewhere around 1st."

"I hope you do well!! Remember I'll be with you the whole time!!" I finished up my food and put the dishes in the sink so I can wash them when I get back after school. I'll take a shower and do my other personal hygiene and shit, then I'll sit down for a few minutes and mentally prepare myself for a couple hours of literal hell. I've been to hell three times, and believe me, I would rather go to hell than do this festival shit.

Exiting the shower, I dried myself off. Why did I bother getting in my school uniform just to take it off to have a shower?! I don't think about things sometimes... I put my towel in the washing machine as I dried my hair using a hair drier. I sat down, mentally exhausted and tired.

In an hour or so I'll be shoved in front of the cameras and expected to perform to my fullest abilities, not looking forward to if I manage to remain around the top. At least Naomi will be with me...