❝ honestly, i thought i would be dead by now. ❞
(l/n) (y/n) is a contradiction. she's strong, yet stoical. powerful, yet subtle. insistent, yet quiet. awkward, yet charming. maybe that's why a lot of people got their attention on her.
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To say that (Y/N) was stressed out was an understatement. She was running around backstage non-stop for the past hour, helping fixing every single one of her classmates' problems.
"Stop squirming around, Uraraka," she grunted with a safety pin between her teeth as she fixed the hem of the brunette's skirt.
The shorter girl unconsciously pouted at the light scolding. "So strict," she grumbled light heartedly as she let the stoic teen adjust her costume. "I'm so nervous... I hope I don't mess up or anything."
"You'll be fine." (Y/N) shortly replied before patting the pink cheeked girl's waist a little to indicate that she's done.
"Thanks!"
She curtly nodded, watching as the brunette skip over happily to Ashido, probably going through the dance routine one more time.
Finally. She could sit down and relax for a moment before the performance takes—
"(N/N), help!"
Her shoulders slumped a little and a deadpan expression made its way to her face. "What now, Kaminari?"
"This dumb blondie over here just won't wear the costume!" He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at a certain explosive teen while his other hand held the orange shirt.
"WHO ARE 'YA CALLING A DUMB BLONDIE, BLONDIE?!"
A sigh escaped her lips and it took every last strength left inside of her to just walk away. The human body has 7 trillion nerves, and some people still manage to get on every single damn one of them.
She snatched the shirt out of the electric user's hands and held it up to the ash blonde's face. "Stop being edgy. Wear it."
Bakugou inhaled heavily, chest heaving before his hands harshly took away the piece of clothing from the taller. "STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO. I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THIS—" Then he quickly put it on top of his black top and muttered, "Does it look fine?"
"Yes, it looks fine."
"SERIOUSLY, I HATE IT WHEN YOU BOSS ME AROUND—"
(Y/N)'s eyes blinked, slowly, and watched the blonde walked away from them as continued complaining and cursing, his heavy footsteps creating loud thumps against the floor. 'What the actual hell is wrong with that guy?'
"Holy gumdrops, he actually wore it!"
"Just swear like a normal person, Kaminari, oh my God."
Then someone tapped her on her shoulder that made the (H/C) haired girl turn around, only to be met by a pair of nervous onyx eyes.
"Do..." Jirou help up a very small paper bag, shaking it a little and there were sounds of quiet clicking inside. "Do my hair for me."
"Alright," she breathed out and took the container from the short haired girl. She picked out two elegantly designed clips, ones that wouldn't clash with her clothes and would stand out against her dark colored hair. "Nervous?" (Y/N) asked, alreadly working her way around her hair.
