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'who are you?" - ,, and just like that, I was a nobody all over again.
in which 𝘆/𝗻 𝗹/𝗻 just wants to be seen one last time.
・゜゜・．
• I do not own bnha
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// "Kacchan? That sounds like the name of a stuffed unicorn I had when I was a kid. Or one of those roblox roleplay names." //
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𓆩♡𓆪 brought to you by : 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 and co.
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a/n : the lack of updates on this book is CRAZY. but honestly Im kinda being lazy w everything cause exams are coming up (not fun).
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Hey again, sorry for the long wait. I mean, I truly still don't understand how you're still with me, but I am glad you are here! Just to re cap our brain, I have just met this group of 4 so clearly mentally ill teenagers who happen to be going to the same school I went to.
And now they are bringing me to meet the rest of their kind, so exciting! I do not know how I didn't see the red flags in these kids being so hospitable, but it's all for the plot...
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// past you POV //
"𝗬/𝗡 - 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧?" Kaminari rambles, not even stopping to hear my answers. "Anyway, you are going to be obsessed with our class! We've got some characters, that's for sure!"
As much as I am excited, I can't imagine how their classmates act if Kaminari, the blondy-est of all blondes that have ever blonded, is calling them characters.
"You're gonna scare her away, shock jock." Jirou comments, giving me a reassuring smile in the process. Momo goes to pat my shoulder, but then she remembers the whole ghost thing and awkwardly backs off.
"Relaxxxxxx Jirou, it's gonna be all chill." Kaminari says. "Except for Kacchan and Midoriya, those two are peak weird."
Kacchan? That sounds like the name of a stuffed unicorn I had when I was a kid. Or one of those roblox roleplay names.
Momo saunters over to me, inspecting me as if I'm some frog she's examining in science class. Do they still do that it school? Gosh, I feel so old.
"Yao, you're being overly critical again." Jirou says, pulling Momo out of her nerdy trance. She stops and bows quickly, silently apologizing to me with a soft blush across her face. I smile at her, telling her it's fine.
After a while, the 5 of us arrive at the center square. I could've sworn there used to be a playground right here, but then again, I've been dead for a bit.
"Hey guys!" Kaminari yells out, waving aggressively at the group of highschoolers in front of us. There are 5 things that scare in this world. Sewer lids, 7-11 month old babies, someone finding my secret tumblr account, plaid skirts.. and group of random, oddly attractive teenagers.
I gulp, or I guess I metaphorically gulp. I don't think ghosts have fluids to gulp with, and I don't feel like making a fool out of myself trying to figure it out.
"Kaminari, my man!" A boy with spiky, falsely red hair calls out, waving back. We lock eyes for a moment, a look of confusion appearing on his face. Not a great boost to my self-esteem.
"Yaomomo! Jirou! I've missed you guys!" A girl who is as pink as it gets screams, running up to her classmates and giving them asthma-causing hugs.
"No one is gonna say hi to me?" Sero says, offended at his friends ignoring him.
They all just look at him, and then they all burst out laughing. Honestly, It reminds me of my old class - I wonder what the rest of them are up to...
A girl with pink-tinted cheeks and brown hair motions towards me. "Um, guys?" She says, pointing at my ghostly form. "Who is that?"
They all stop laughing and turn to face me. I debate whether I should try and disappear into the ground or something ghost like, but I've already come this far. And besides, I don't even know if I can do that.
Kaminari lights up, as if he is 7 and showing his parents his newly built lego set. "This translucent lady over here is Y/n L/n!" He says doing jazz hands. His classmates do not share his same excitement.
Sero slaps a hand over his forehead. "They don't know who that is bro.."
"Oh.. ya, my bad." Kaminari says sheepishly.
"I'm just surprised he knows the word 'translucent'." Jirou whispers to me and Momo. At least someone is making me feel included.
"Anyway," He restarts. "We found her in this alley, and it turns out she used to go to UA! And then she um.. well died, and I didn't ask how." He keeps rambling on, which gives me time to observe everyone in front of me. Most look normal, like, extremely normal, which is weird for the hero course. Not that it's a bad thing, I'm just used to seeing the odd giraffe in any given class at UA, but there is none in site.
A couple student catch my attention, specifically one that looks like he could guest star on octonauts with those tentacle arms he's got. Also, he's this 'I have a mysterious past where I was exiled and/or bullied for my looks so I wear this mask to hide my greatest shame' vibe to him.
Finally, I land on who I am assuming is there teacher, and my eyes widen in shock. That long black, the extreme eye bags, the nonchalantness of it all...
It must be him, there's no one else it could be. The only thing he's missing is his loud blonde counterpart.
When I said Nina was my only friend, I was lying for dramatic effect. There was another, a boy specifically, and he was a first year the time.
His name is Shouta Aizawa,
and I may have had a tiny, extremely small, ever so slight crush on him.
