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·̇·̣̇̇·̣̣̇·̣̇̇·̇⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧ "you're late." the teacher stated annoyed, and looked the young girl up and down before letting out a sigh and making her usual markings on her attendance list.
crossing her arms and trying to think of a good excuse, she ends up without one, and instead looks down and fidgets with her fingers.
"yeah... sorry about that. i promise that won't happen again." y/n said, and bowed, hoping that she looked sorry, even though she really wasn't.
sighing, kurawa's teacher dismissed her back to the assigned seat, while continuing to teach the lesson that had been interrupted.
trying her best to ignore the stares that almost seemed were all to her, she twirled her pencil around her finger, occasionally picking it up to there corners of her mouth to tap it against her chin.
eventually all her morning classes had been finished, and the students were left alone in the classroom.
but since this was no hero school, and most of the class was practically quirkiness, things didn't go out of control as much, but was just more of a gossip break.
personally, kurawa didn't care for the hero society. nor the villain society. She mostly cared about the little things.
like her bakery.
a hand tapped the girl on the shoulder, making kurawa startle, and then look up to see one of her classmates.
with purple hair, and dark brown eyes as well as hair that covered most of his forehead, most people observed him as a shy person. in this class however, he was the most known.
the most shy, but nevertheless the most known.
"...do you have it?" the quiet boy said, looking into the girls dull eyes as she reached into her bag and took out the slice of lemon pie which was encased in the plastic container.
sighing, she nodded in response, handing the container to him. then she turned away from the desk and was on the verge of dozing off.
meanwhile, the boy was talking to some other friends at his table when he peered over at the girl who had her head down, and he kept staring until somebody next to him nudged him.
"yuki. you like kurawa?" his friend asks smirking, his eyes trailing over to the girls sleeping figure.
yuki's face blushes, a subtle pink but one that could be noticed if you were close, and he rubbed the spot that he was nudged.
