𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Յ, 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔥.

alternative title:

a long time afterwards...

act 1, chapter 3;

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also i will start writing in second person because that's just easier for me :)

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mention of suicide (cough cough bakugou cough cough), mention of blood (like super tiny), and a broken nose.

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the last bell rang and you couldn't be any happier, that meant you can go home. not that you wanted to, but it was better then being here.

getting up to put your stuff away, you hear midoryia muttering at you, you assume he started a conversation with you, but you weren't paying attention, not that you hardly did. sometimes you wonder how you're passing, but whatever.

you decided to tune back into the conversation, vaguely hearing about him writing in his journal about this morning's escapade, you let out a soft hum, nodding slightly.

grabbing an energy drink from your bag you popped the drink open, the drink letting a soft hiss as it met with the cool breeze of the classroom, wait when did the window open?

whatever, turning your attention back to midoryia he was now showcasing his journal to you, you nodded, but ended up reeling back when a hand grasped the notebook, a brash voice barked.

"is this your diary deku?" ah, you recognized this voice. he was one of bakugou's cronies, both of them were suck ups. you rolled your eyes, wanting to speak up but instead opted to shove one of your hands in your pocket while sipping on your energy drink.

"wait man, it's called... "Hero Analysis for the Future"! you got this?!" he cackled, "how can you be a hero if you don't even have a quirk?!" the other guy joined in on his fit of laughter, leaving a cowering deku, a fuming bakugou, and... you were just bored.

"oi deku, if you think you can become a hero, then you're better dead," with the notebook still in his grasp bakugou did what you didn't expect- he... burned it. you expected something else, but it was just like him to burn it.

midoryia let out a gasp, it's reasonable, he probably spent years working on that notebook, filling it in with his own info on heroes, poor guy.

it seems he was at a loss for words, you only glanced at the boys, trying to see who would do what first.

"you know," bakugou started, a snarl set in his voice, "if you want a quirk in your next life, take a swan dive off the roof and you might be lucky enough." he said with a smirk as he tossed the notebook out of the window. now you were expecting him to just throw the notebook out of the window, but he just told midoryia to kill himself to get a quirk?

now that's to far, and that caught you off guard. you set your drink down, it makes a loud clang as it went through the empty room, seemingly cutting through the tension.

stalking forward to him, you calmly grab his collar, before yanking him down to face you directly, as he made eye contact he seemingly cowered, the glower in your eyes stopped him from retaliating.

you pulled your arm out from your side, before swiftly pulling your fist back, and it met his nose. a loud guttural yelp left his mouth, so you threw another punch, and another, and another one before you finally felt pity for the fool.

his face was black and blue, with some blood leaking from his nose, and his nose looked a little janky. you definitely broke it, but he got what he deserved. 

"be lucky i decided to have mercy on a pathetic bitch like yourself." you let go of his collar, making him fall to the floor on his ass, before going back to the desk to grab your drink and midoryia's hand. 

and you led him out of the place, you looked over your shoulder because you heard some extra shouts, must be bakugou's goons, you softly kiss your teeth. god why was everything and everybody so loud today?

you left out of your trance as soft sobs left the boy behind you, before they escalated quickly.

'oh god, i don't know how to deal with people crying! what the hell!-' you flinch back with a look of surprise, the boy grasped onto you as if you were his lifeline, muttering out apologies to you.

"why are you apologizing bush hair?" you ask, he only cries harder at the 'affectionate' nickname you gave him. "i-i-i-" he kept stuttering and muttering, god you probably look like you just rejected the poor boy, you nervously swept a hand through his hair. he cuddled into you more.

you could feel your face heating up, god this is embarrassing... 

"good grief." you muttered, angling your head away from the boy. the boy raised his head, tears and snot staining your uniform where he once laid his head, ew, you're going to have to get that washed.

"why are you apologizing midoryia? answer me clearly." you asked, very annoyed. "i-i just- I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU FIGHT MY FIGHTS!" 

his statement caught you off guard, that's...

"...super dumb broccoli. he was being a jackass, and he was giving me a headache." you muttered nonchalantly scratching the back of your neck.

"now it's best we grab your notebook, we can try our best to salvage it, but if anything we can* just get you a new one."

you reached into the little pond where the notebook was dropped, your hand knocking gently against the koi fish that were eating the notebook as you fished the notebook out. your hand sopping as the collective from your hand dripped with the notebook infused water to create a puddle by your feet no doubt getting a few drops on your new shoes. 

you were irked, but you swallowed it down. you shook the notebook a bit, trying to get more water off before you handed it to the boy, a small smile on your face and a humorous lilt in your tone.

"i do believe you might need a new notebook!"

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hey new chapter dropped! again, tell me how you like second pov <3

lmao i'm kinda tempted to make a jjba fanfic so uh-

also i really don't feel like watching mha again but i might have to for the next chapter so ugh

bye cuties! <3333

*finally fixed the spelling error that has been kicking my ass!!