𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[40]

Two of hearts

40

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Y/n stood amidst her classmates, the façade of her usual vibrant demeanour replaced by a palpable sense of detachment. Her hands, usually animated in jest or expressive gestures, now remained tucked into the pockets of her skirt, unmoving. There was a heaviness in her gaze, a dimness that seemed to betray the light that once sparkled within her eyes.

As Aizawa spoke, outlining the details of the dormitory arrangements, Y/n's usual quips and sarcastic remarks were noticeably absent. Where she would typically interject with a witty retort or a playful jest, there was now only silence. It was as if the vibrant hues of her personality had been muted, leaving behind a monochrome portrait of solemn resignation.

To her classmates, who were accustomed to her lively presence, the shift in Y/n's demeanour did not go unnoticed. Whispers exchanged between them, questioning glances darting in her direction, as they observed the stark contrast between the Y/n they knew and the one standing before them now. It was as though she had retreated into the recesses of her own mind, cocooned in a shell of introspection and solitude.

Though surrounded by the chatter and excitement of her peers, Y/n appeared distant, as if the world around her had faded into insignificance. Each word spoken by Aizawa seemed to pass through her without resonance, lost amidst the labyrinthine corridors of her thoughts. It was a stark departure from her usual vivacious self, leaving those around her to ponder the weight of the unseen burdens she carried.

Y/n stood amidst the group, lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts when she felt a gentle tug on her sleeve. Startled from her reverie, she looked up to see Uraraka at her side, her expression soft with concern. Y/n blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing that everyone around them was beginning to move towards the entrance of the dormitory building.

With a faint smile, Uraraka leaned in closer, her voice a hushed whisper against the backdrop of the bustling crowd. "Hey, Y/n," she began gently, "Mr. Aizawa is giving us a tour of the dorms. We should go."

Y/n's gaze lingered on Uraraka's face for a moment, her expression unreadable as she processed the words. She appreciated Uraraka's concern, the silent understanding that passed between them. Despite the chaos of her thoughts, Y/n knew that Uraraka meant well, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude for the gesture.

Forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Y/n nodded in response. "Yeah, course," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper amidst the chatter surrounding them. With a silent nod of agreement, she fell into step beside Uraraka, following her lead as they made their way towards the entrance of the dormitory building.

As they crossed the threshold, Y/n couldn't shake the weight of her turmoil, but in the presence of her classmates and the promise of new beginnings within the walls of the dorms, she found a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

Y/n stood amidst her classmates in the common room, her gaze sweeping over the space as Aizawa's words echoed in the air. The room was spacious yet cosy, with warm hues of wood and soft furnishings that invited a sense of comfort. But despite the inviting atmosphere, Y/n couldn't shake the lingering weight of uncertainty that settled in the pit of her stomach.

As Aizawa outlined the layout of the dormitory, detailing the facilities available on the first floor, Y/n's thoughts drifted to the unfamiliarity of it all. The prospect of living in such close quarters with her classmates was daunting, each corner of the common room seemingly filled with the echoes of camaraderie and shared experiences that she felt disconnected from.