Y/Nwatched as the excited pink haired student ranted about her day's teagathering. "OH! And you know this one student from class 1C? She has a crush onthe ace of class 2B! You know them, right?" Y/N only stared at the girlconfused as to how any of this had to do with why her hands were covered inblisters and half melted away. "Also,this one girl from class 3D was suspended for a week for causing a scene in thecafeteria, the guys who she fought with got expelled though!" Nodding Y/N placesa glowing hand over one of her blister covered hands healing the wounds as shecontinued to babble on wat is expected to have been the girl with cornbraidsand ebony skin. "You done?" came a upbeat question as he backed away from thegirl hands gripping used alcohol wipes and doctors gloves. Y/N nodded with agrin before shoving the used equipment in the nearby bin. "You seemed to havehad a field trip of information Ms. Ashido." The girl grinned at him clappingher newly healed hands together, "It's less than usual! Thanks Doc." Hoppingoff the hospital bed she gave a friendly wave before grinning and rushing outthe room off to chat with her guard dogs- I mean her friends.
Shaking his head Y/N placed his hands in his pockets leaning back against his desk in search of the clock for an estimate of how long he'd have to stay till it was time to lock the door and head home. His eyes shifter over the old clock in the corner reading a quick 16:28. His eyes continued to wander around the room as a small frustrated groan got caught in his throat resulting in a soft grunt. As the minutes ticked by his eyes slowly glazed over with a faint almost unnoticeable twitch. In but a few moments his once pink hair had returned to its original colour his eyes fleeting over the walls hazy and unfocused. Dropping down on the stool those glazed over E/C eyes seemed to twist with emotion but just as the change happened another more noticeable twitched ensued as his hair returned to its original pink colour. The stool creaked as he twirled in it facing the mess of a desk and starting with a small pile of paperwork.
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A small grunt escaped the ash blond boy as he saw his pink haired friend catch up from rushing out the infirmary. "You good to go?" Mina gave a grin showing an OK sign with her fingers bounding up next to Bakugo and Kirishima, "Yup!" Came her reply an extra pop on the -p resounded through the hall as they wandered back to their rooms chattering about this and that before a third and fourth pair joined the group. As the chatter mixed with shouts and laughter carried on the group reached their dorms disappearing inside. From a room top nearby sinister eyes watched the group file into the house squinting slightly as the last of them vanished through the doorway slamming the door shut.
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As the clock snatched at the seventh line Y/N jogged out having been counting down the seconds. Swinging the battered door shut he shoved the key into the lock making sure it locked properly before wandering out the building his eyes scanning the empty rooms and walkways as he passed them. Before long he was passing by the guards giving them a small nod and wandering off in the general direction his house was in. Hisfeet shuffled over the tar covered street as he waltz about his only sight laidon the task of getting home. Slowly the paths around him became rough as the roaddipped in multiple areas as small and large holes decorated it. Frowning hestopped in his tracks head swinging around looking for anything that could tellhim where you ended up. As far as he had known the direction, he'd gone in wasthe way home. He seemed to have forgotten a crucial point on the other hand, Hehad absolutely no sense of direction. Theonly times he made it home normally was when he wasn't thinking or using a googlemaps.
Letting out a loud groan that shook his body Y/N turned around heading back the way he came whilst fishing his phone out his pocket in search of his dear GPS. As he walked the tar beneath his feet's crunching slowly became a squelching as if stepping on goo, grimacing at the sound Y/N turned his GPS on following it's instructions, he had learned not to be curious about what he heard or saw until he was away from the source. Slowly the squelching returned to the usual crunching of loose rocks on the tar road. His shoes shined with a faint red tinge at the bottom every time he passed a street light but Y/N paid it no mind, he was no hero. Neither a saint nor a venerable. He was human and humans hold life more dear then any being.
Gripping the door handle to his home a pair of brass keys stuck themselves in the door twisting and dropping back out into his hand as the door swung open. Inside the house was cold and dark all the lights having been shut off since the previous night. Pushing his shoes off with each's opposite he shut and relocked the door. Putting on a pair of grey slippers he flicked the nearest light switch on letting the pale light fill the room basking it in an orange yellow glow. Slowly he wandered to the kitchen grabbing a small cup of instant ramen and popped it into the microwave not bothering with any proper steps. His hands were tinged a faint blue as he opened the fridge to grab a bottle of iced water he had put there the morning before work. Leaning against the counter he stared at the microwave with seeming unlimited patience as he wanted for the tattle tale ding of it finishing its job. However, that patience seemed to wash away quick as not even a second later he pushed himself off the counter and left not even turning back as the microwave dinged at his retreating back. He wandered off to his room eyes flickering around the room in a seemingly anxious manner. Passing through the familiar worn out handle and heavy oak door he saw the small dimly lit room. The room was aglow in the soft glimmers of moon light that passed through his semi-closed curtains. Sighinghe dropped down on his bed head buried into the edge of one of the blanketseyes tightly closet, and like that he fell asleep sprawled out half laying onthe bed half slipping off...
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