LOVEMUFFIN - MHA X GN!READER

CHAPTER 6 - Who Stole my Goddamn Pringles?

disfunctional ✨

Me
im just saying that jigsaw looks like an older version of Eminem
ah shit this isn't dms

drama queen
youre an idiot sometimes

Me
thank you I'm aware

cynical asshole
This is a rare sight to see

drama queen
what's that spinner? I can't hear you over the sound of your bed disappearing

cynical asshole
Goddamnit you little shithead

Walking into the school today was quite terrible. Trying to navigate through the massive herd of reporters was nearly impossible.

Trying to not get noticed by said reporters was even worse.

Unfortunately I could not evade all of them.

"Hey you with the H/C hair! Are you a staff member here you're not wearing the U. A. Uniform?"

I turn my head to glance at the reporter not really wanting to show my badge. "Sorry not taking questions." I muttered and tried to slip in between the crowd.

Finally reaching the front gate I sighed in relief. That was harder then it should've been. Time to start the day I guess.

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I was still yawning during lunch. I really didn't get enough sleep but it was worth it. I had taken the liberty to eat outside not because I really wanted to but sitting in the bathroom sounded too depressing, sitting in the teachers lounge would be awkward, and sitting in the cafeteria would be even more awkward.

So here I was sitting with some pringles by myself.

Rest In Peace old pringles man, you'll be forever missed.

I was having a small funeral for the old pringles guy until I heard an alarm start ringing.

"Level 3 Security Breach" the loud voice announced.

Gotta put this in a watch mojo top 10 worst experiences to have at a school.

I watched as the security gate seemingly disappeared and the crowd of reporters from before swarmed in.

Ah shit.

disfunctional ✨

Me
if I die I leave all my possessions to everyone here except spinner

cynical asshole
What the fuck why not me?

father figure
That is not the question we should be asking.
Are you okay, Shinpi?

Me
mentally no physically unsure.

Being outside is not very optimal for this situation. In fact I'd say it's the worst place to be currently. I try to stay as far away from the reporters as possible as they try and get into the building.

None of them notice me, luckily, too busy trying to commit crimes then looking at the kid with a can of pringles.

I don't even know how to go about reporting this to the teachers. The crowd makes it way to the front leaving the back empty exposing the now destroyed school gate.

I walk up to the broken security to inspect it. I touch the seemingly disintegrated door and look at my fingers to see dust left on them.

Out of my peripheral I sense someone standing near me and it's not the reporters. I look up and notice a blue haired boy with a smug face looking at the door.