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꧁•⊹٭𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜٭⊹•꧂

Y/n trudged to the front door of Urusai High School, gripping onto the straps of her bag. Although she had no interest in participating in the hero world, she currently wished she had tried to enter U.A. Of course, her sole reasoning for wanting to join the school was the possibility of seeing Shinsou Hitoshi for more than just a few minutes every morning. She dramatically sighed, clenching onto the chest of her blazer.

It was boring at Urusai, but Shinsou made her life so much more interesting.

She went through the usual routine of changing her shoes. and walking to her class. She dropped her bag at her desk, gazing around the classroom at the students she had seen every day for her entire educational career. She sighed again, resting her elbows on the desk and dropping her head in her hands.

Her eyes closed, allowing her to see a world where she was able to walk with Shinsou all the way to U.A. He would walk her to her class and give her a peck on the cheek as a goodbye. Giggling to herself, Y/n patted the spot on her face where Imaginary Shinsou gave her an imaginary kiss.

"Alright class," her teacher started, "today we will start by continuing our English lesson from yesterday."

Y/n frowned at the reality check, her teacher's boring voice distracting her from her daydream.

A harsh "psst" from behind her followed the teachers instructions. "Psst," her classmate persisted. "Hey, Whiskers, this is for you," he whispered, brazenly poking her shoulder.

Y/n, irritated by his finger jabbing into her shoulder blade, turned her head to the side to question what he wanted. Immediately, a plastic container with the head of a fish in it was shoved in her face. She screamed by the sudden action and jerked away from the fish head, subsequently falling out of her chair.

The kid quickly hid the plastic container as the teacher turned around to see his student laying on the floor with her legs trapped in between the desk and chair. The students in the class, whether or not they saw the interaction, giggled and murmured amongst themselves. Y/n held down her skirt, embarrassment burning in her face.

The teacher only shook his head at the common occurrence of Y/n drawing attention to herself. "Please go sit in the hallway if you're going to be a distraction," he said, turning back to his chalkboard.

Y/n pulled herself out of her desk's legs and stood up, wiping away the dirt on her skirt. She quickly glared at the boy behind her seat then trained her eyes on the floor, fighting to keep a straight face. When she shut the class door behind her, her calm expression shattered. She pursed her lips and scrunched up her nose, tears falling down her face with each blink. Using her uniform sleeve to wipe her face, Y/n muttered curses to herself.

"Fuck this school... I wish I was with Shinsou..."