ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 ・||・ E. Kirishima

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The class went out once and you can already tell how much closer they are or how far away I am. I don't think why I'm bothering to keep coming to this school if I'm not allowed to be anything but lonely. These past few days my cleaning habits have gotten worse and it's like I just spend the whole day being anxious. Also that fucking prick Bakugo has been trying to piss me off all morning. Quite frankly I have no idea me or the green haired boy did to him but it's really frustrating. Every so often he'll walk past my desk and slap a few sweaty handprints on my table and chair. It's like he knows how much sweat bothers me and he's getting a right kick out of it. "Can you please just stop doing this. What you even get out of making my desk dirty." my voice is shaky and anyone could here how frustrated and over whelmed I am. My other classmate watching isn't helping. "Watching you freak out over a hand print is fucking hilarious so why would I stop. Learn to live with a little dirt it's not going to fucking kill you." Bakugo flicked my forehead then walked off. This is so humiliating, everyone is watching me loose my shit over some sweat. Why can't I just stop freaking out over some stupid germs, nobody else does this so why am I. "Are you okay?" Kirishima went to put a hand on my shoulder but seemed to change his mind and pull away. "Yeah......" I nodded slowly and sunk into my chair. Slipping my gloves off my hands and packing everything away. I didn't get the chance to clean the table again before the teacher came in and it's really frustrating me.

"Hope you all got some rest after your battle training yesterday. I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluation. Bakugo." Mr Aizawa caught the attention of a very angry but also smug looking Bakugo. "Stop acting like a 7 year old. Your wasting your talent." he didn't look to happy about that. "And you Midoriya, do you plan on destroying your arm everytime you fight because if so, you're not gonna get anywhere." well that was a little mean. The back of his head looks so sad. "Anyways I'm sorry to drop this on you with such short notice but...." It's another test isn't it. I don't have time to study or prepare or anything. "We need to pick a class president." oh that's it.

I don't know why everyone is so excited for the job. Being class president sounds stressful and makes me feel kinda anxious. "Just because you'd like it doesn't mean you can do it." this navy haired kid with rectangle glasses stood up and started shouting over everyone. "The only truly worthy leader will emerge from a democratic choice reflecting the will of the people." Okay the enthusiasm is great but it's class president not an actual presidential election. "Which is why it should be settled by a vote. It's the only fair way." well he definitely knows how to make a room quiet. "I don't care as long as you decide by the deadline." our teacher curled up in his sleeping bag at the front of the classroom while I got distracted looking at the faint handprint on my desk.

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Yaoyorozu Stood pround in front of her classmates, Midoriya less proud and more frightened but he was up there so that's something. Iida was literally twitching from how little votes he got but also isn't a sore loser and congratulated his classmates on their achievement. Yaoyorozu being vice-president wasn't the most shocking thing but with Midoriya's frightened bunny nature not many people were expecting him to be voted in. Y/n surely wasn't, well she wouldn't have expected it if she was paying attention. She's been in her own little bubble for about 15 minutes thinking about how she's probably contaminated by some rare disease Bakugo's sweat is carrying. Irrational, she knows but the impulsive need to sanitize every three seconds is making it a bit harder to keep her thoughts under control.

"L/n, are you with me?" Aizawa snapped his fingers in front of Y/n's face a few times to get her attention. "Hmmm." Y/n glanced up from her desk but was a bit taken aback by her teacher sitting in front of her. "You know your class left 5 minutes ago." , "Sorry. I got distracted." Y/n was getting up to go run off to her next class but was stopped by her teacher. "No just stay here for a minute I need to talk to you." Y/n sat down and swallowed the lump in her throat as she waited to be yelled at for getting distracted. "You know at the start of the year I thought you were the weird kid I seem to have in all of my classes so I was going to ignore your cleaning habits but then I saw you cleaning my desk yesterday morning and every other desk in this classroom." , "sorry." , "it's fine. But then All Might told me that yesterday you didn't even make it to the battle trial because you got hysterical because your hero costume wasn't folded correctly. Now today, you've been staring at your desk for 30 minutes because apparently Bakugo put a sweaty hand on your desk, why is that So upsetting to you?" Aizawa had no intention of making Y/n cry but he could already see her tears coming. "I don't know why. I need it to be clean because what if everyone gets sick because I didn't clean this sweat of my table." Y/n can feel the lump in her throat getting bigger as she tries not to start bawling her eyes out.

"So I spoke to recovery girl and she said she's set up an appointment for you to be assessed for OCD. Have you spoken to your parents or whoever is at home." Aizawa's convinced whoever Y/n lives with is choosing to ignore what's so obviously going on with her. Anyone with eyes can see Y/n's behavior is irrational and not normal. "I talked to my dad and he said I don't need it. He said he likes me this way and it's just how I was born and if I want to be normal I don't need to be called OCD and he's right. I don't want to waste time seeing some stupid doctor for some stupid condition I don't have." Y/n looked down at her lap to avoid her teachers stare. UA wasn't the first school to ask about her "habits" but her other schools just left it alone when Y/n said she doesn't have OCD. UA has been the only school to actually try do something about it.

"Well you do need it. L/n I don't know how you are at home but if it's affecting your daily life, like having to miss class it needs treatment. You spend all your breaks in this classroom cleaning grapes and blueberries instead of talking to your classmates, if your not studying your cleaning, then re-cleaning. You don't want to spend your life controlled by your own obsessions, your 15 and should be enjoying yourself and your life." Y/n hates that her teacher is right. She doesn't want to spend her whole life like this. She remembers how she came home early from boarding school last year and everything was all so bad that she was housebound and didn't go outside her bedroom for about 6 months and she doesn't want to go back to that. "Look , I don't want to upset my dad so can we just stop talking about this." Y/n's dad means everything to her and she already upset him last night so she doesn't want to do that again. "Don't worry about that, just go to lunch and maybe try sitting in the cafeteria this time." Aizawa can see Y/n didn't want to but to his surprise she actually got up and got her bags. "Thank you sir." Y/n bowed to her teacher then left for lunch, surprised she managed not to cry.

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