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  (fem!) y/n. In which a familiar blonde annoys you in class.

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  It was like any other normal day at U.A, students roaming the halls, some rushing to get to their classes, others hanging out with their friends. You were in class 1-A, meaning you were currently in Present Mic's English class.

  Your h/c curls wave around as you fidget in your seat, your mind wandering from the boring grammar lesson.

"So, guys, that's how you know where and when to use prepositions. As you can see..." Present Mic's voice drones out as you lose complete focus.

As a way to distract yourself, you pull out your pencil case and mindlessly draw on a random sticky note; little did you know, your not-so-secret "admirer" was waiting for the chance to act out his plan.

  A hand reaches out from behind you, taking one of your glitter pens from its case. You flinch in response, confused and startled from your zoned out state. You quickly recover, realizing who's hand it was from the small lightning bolt painted on one of their nails.

"Bro, what are you doing?!" You whisper-yell, trying not to get caught by your teacher.

   He doesn't respond, instead he reaches for your hand, before doodling on your deep brown skin. You glare at him incredibly, knowing the ink wouldn't be visible. The blonde smirks before grabbing your neon markers and doodling, much to your annoyance.

"I'm giving you a tattoo! You're lucky I'm not charging you for this." He fires back, caring less about whatever your teacher was talking about. 

  You both (not so quietly) bicker back and forth for a while, before resorting to "tattooing" each other, attracting attention from your nearby classmates. They quickly look away though, dismissing the behavior as you and Denki's shenanigans. 

  Class comes to an end, and Present Mic passes out an exit ticket over the lesson. You both share shocked glances before bursting out in laughter; it was obvious that you'd both fail the assignment. The bell rings, and the hallway is filled with the two of you giggling, walking to your next class.