FOOLS | bnhavarious x oc

第七章

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perseverance.

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"Quiet down, would you." 

Aizawa was a very stern character. His lack of predictability was what surprisingly made him so ordinary. Only a day had passed, and yet the whole class grew familiar with his speeches and occasional tangents. He was no longer viewed as a fear-inducing entity, but as the old grumpy man that he was. And maybe, because they saw him as such - his classes became pleasant. Many looked forward to them.

Homeroom itself was, well pleasant.

They all sat, hurdled together at the seats. Freshmen. With fresh meat on them. Etsumi settled in her chair, head resting in the palm of her hand. Mindlessly tapping her pen on the desk. Glancing from the clock above the board to Aizawa, then out the window in the front gardens, and then back again, at the clock. She was lazily waiting for homeroom to be done. Her eyes were already tiered, her joints heavy. She still, felt restless. Whenever she glanced back towards the ceiling-high window, her gaze would focus on a particular blonde boy. One whose raspy, crackling voice seemed too familiar and still foreign. His eyes were always narrowed, and brows knitted together, and thinking about it she had yet to see him present himself in any other way except aggressive. Like a lap dog. Those loud, fluffy little things who yapped and yapped at anyone but their owner, who growled uncontrollably and had a particular preference towards being pampered and flooded with affection. 

The comparison made her smile.

At least, with the professor taking a more traditional approach to attendance, she became familiar with her classmate's names. Especially the few acquaintances she made like Kaminari Kirishima or Ashido - and with her the rest of the girls, even Sero. Mostly just students in her near vicinity. People she would like to call friends, but still felt like she couldn't. Like she had yet any time to know or understand them, and for them to do the same to her. After all, this was still the second day of school. Her likeliness however, inclined towards Hagakure, whom she related to in a way indescribable, and Jirou, who sat before her and had the endearing habit of twirling her earphone jacks between her fingers. She thought her classmates to be exceptional. 

They all seemed so unique and easy to point out in a crowd, very different from her old middle school peers.

It made her crave their attention even more. 

And desire her sense of individuality.

"Today, your school-issued suits will get delivered... so feel free to look forward to that." He said before the erasing hero began gathering his belongings - a little earlier than expected, "Dismissed" With that he faded into the hallway. Much too eager to recoil in his sleeping bag, he left the class to their own.

Buzzing filled the room as they all took advantage of this prolonged break, despite Iida's chopping protests- the boy was living up to his goody-goody title. He couldn't fathom why anyone should get out of their seats during scheduled class time. Even if there was no teacher, and their noise only affected the interior of those four walls, it bothered him. Maybe it was odd to say this, but Iida acted like he was in charge of the class. And although no one outright protested to him, it created some tension between the rest of the students. The class president title had a bigger impact in the heroics department, so many overlooked its responsibility and instead wished to take it on, ready to benefit from its perks. Etsumi wasn't like that, she was too level-headed to know how much work being class president actually required. She was vice for her class the last few years.