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꧁•⊹٭𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙽𝚘𝚠?٭⊹•꧂

Y/n didn't bother changing her clothes. She just needed to walk home. The water slowly dried in the cool evening breeze, leaving behind a slightly sticky residue on her skin and a stiff feeling in her hair. Once she was home could wash it off.

At home she could lie down without a thought about Haidou. At home she could curl up in bed. At home she could cry without him knowing. Because, at home, she was mostly alone.

The chilling air and damp clothes didn't bother her. She was going home.

With her head drooped into her shoulders, Y/n stopped her march home. She stood still, her bag in hand. Her eyes stayed focus on the sidewalk and the visible granules of the concrete mixture. Some seemed to sparkle as the city's lights brightened the roads in the sun's stead.

She sniffled, then her head shot up.

Her wide eyes met with Shinsou's conflicted expression. He was a few steps ahead. His lips pursed and his eyes flicked away from her. He wasn't in U.A's uniform.

Y/n could feel every instinct begging her to make up an excuse or run away, but her body was frozen in place. She couldn't even appreciate the sight of Shinsou in casual clothes.

Just down the sidewalk, Shinsou was in fear. He was on an errand run for his parents when he saw a weird shadow in the distance. It wasn't until she suddenly looked up that he realized it was Y/n. His first impulse was to run, but seeing her disheveled appearance caused him to hesitate. This was the first time she had been so quiet, and he couldn't bring himself to enjoy it.

Raising his fist in front of his mouth, Shinsou cleared his throat. "How... was detention?" he asked.

Immediately, Y/n erupted into tears. She dropped her school bag and rubbed her eyes, only spreading the overflowing tears around her face.

Shinsou was scared again. He thought that if he offered a small greeting as a peace offering, he could be left alone. He did not plan on making her cry. "It's... uh... okay?" he muttered, slowly holding out a hand as if taming a wild animal.

"I hate that motherfucker!" she wailed, clenching her fists that were still swiping at her falling tears.

He jerked his hand away at her aggressive outburst.

"He pisses me off! How can he do all this bullshit and not get in trouble while I'm over here getting fucked over by my blind-ass teacher!" she continued.

Very unsure of what was going on, Shinsou shoved his hands in his pockets. "What are you talking about?" he sternly asked.

"This bi-"

Her crying stopped and her face fell blank.

"Even when you're pathetic, you're annoying," Shinsou grumbled. "Without the crying, tell me what happened."

"Haidou Yukio poured out his dirty mop water on me when we finished our cleaning for after school detention," she said.

"What the hell," Shinsou said under his breath, eyeing her dirty hair and uniform. "Did you change?"

"No."

"Gross," he sighed. "Why not?"

"After being harassed by him all day, I only wanted to go home."

"Does he do this often?"

"Yes."

"Is it always this bad?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't he ever get in trouble?"

"Usually not."