Amane Suzuya
Last night, I had an enthused expression on my face, It attracted a few odd stares from the other students in the dorm rooms as I immediately darted to my bedroom as soon as I returned back from meeting with Hawks.
Todoroki seemed confused as to why I ignored everyone, but as I trod past him, he noticed a glimmer of hope in my eyes and a slight excited twitch at the corners of my mouth, this warmed his heart despite having no idea of the cause.
Bakugou on the other hand, was suspicious as to why I was missing all day, as well as concerned due to me missing dinner that night. He glanced to his half and half rival, attempting to discover if he knew anything more—
Only to notice the content smile on the boy's lips as he peered to my figure walking past. The blond immediately snapped his glare away in annoyance, leaving it alone for his own benefit.
— Present —
My knees bounce in anxiousness as I sit in the back of the transport vehicle Hawks had sent for me to meet him. I had borrowed a hand mirror from the girls bathroom before departing, my eyes glue to my face reflected on the object in doubt.
I look like shit. I don't want them to see me like this.
Fuck!
I attempt to fix my appearance, licking my finger and rubbing at any remaining dried blood on my cheeks. My brows furrow as I notice it only causes my skin to grow red and irritated.
Why can't I just look like Ochako?
It'd be so much easier.
I roll my eyes at the thought, slapping the hand mirror together before discarding it on the leather coated seat next to me.
I glance towards the suited driver in the front of the vehicle, my eyes narrow onto him before I clear my throat.
His eyes snap up to the rear-view mirror, glimpsing back at me in curiosity. I brush my hair through with my fingers.
"Do I look alright?" I ask childishly, genuinely just wanting a second opinion. Maybe I'm just too used to my face. The driver raises his brow at the subject.
"Trying to impress someone?" He responds with a gruff voice.
I deadpan at his lack of a direct answer before huffing to myself, taking it as a 'no'.
"Something like that..."
He shakes his head softly with a small chuckle. "If it weren't for the bandages and the cuts, I'm sure you're a beautiful young lady." He replies, turning his attention back to the road after speaking. I lounge back into the seat in slight annoyance.
Heh... liar.
I look like I belong in a morgue.
I turn my gaze out of the window, watching as buildings speed past the glass with little intrigue, my mind completely entranced by the idea of seeing Touya once again.
It's like I'm having withdrawal symptoms by being away from him... I just want to see him, touch him, smell him, breathe the same air as him... I'd do anything—
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