Time passed by swiftly and it wasn't too long before all news about the Black Vinegar junior high incident was gone with the wind, things were finally seeming peaceful once more, so this certainly put Y/n at ease for the past few weeks.
But Y/n, with all her genius, had her own stressful situations, just like any other normal person. Schoolwork typically wasn't included, but being in an advanced class meant more work do to, and Y/n didn't like doing that one bit.
Eventually, the quantity of paperwork got the best of her stability and she was slowly beginning to lose it, although she'd do whatever it took to suppress the urge to bang her fist on a table.
In some cases, like the current one, Y/n decided to roam the streets of her home city to gather her thoughts and think of some master method to finish all of her seven assignments by the next day.
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"Is that who I think it is?"
THE TOP OF TERU'S HEAD:
150%
Y/n's jaw practically dropped, she couldn't believe what she was seeing! She eyed down her familiar blonde peer in disbelief, doing everything in her power not to whip out her phone and snap a shot of him in an instant.
Standing at most likely a few feet tall was none other than... The top of Teruki Hanazawa's head.
"Sure his hair's all gone, but he countered it with that big thing!? Teruki, you buffoon!!" She internally screeched, covering her mouth with her hand while she grinned a little bit, a bead of sweat running down her temple.
He sported a wig that was the same color as his natural hair, but one problem, he looked as if he was sporting some sort of haystack.
He looked ridiculous.
Right when Y/n felt like approaching Teruki, she took notice of yet another middle schooler with raven colored hair that spiked up, likely a year or two younger than herself.
"I can't see that kid's face! Oh-"
"Oh, he's hot."
Y/n smirked a little bit, she was indeed confident in her good appeal towards others, her manipulative nature was like icing on the cake when she decided to get involved with antics like so.
If her appeal had to do with anything romantic, which was a rare occasion, she was sure that she could handle it.
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So Y/n, as expected, brushed her curvy body against the noirette boy in a flirtatious manner, her hands behind her back as she leaned forward in curiosity.
"Teruki, you're here! Who's your cute friend?"
Teruki glanced at her frame that made nonstop contact with the black-haired boy's body, the blonde began to sweat as he let out a small 'Uh-'.
"W-Wha..." The noirette stuttered, a tint of pink slightly taking control of his cheeks.
"Who are you.?"
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Fanfiction(RECOMMENDED FONT: TIMES NEW ROMAN) Y/n L/n is a manipulator. She uses others to the benefit of herself. She thinks she knows herself, but of course she does.. right? She has yet to find herself. And with the support of a few other important role-pl...
