𝘾𝙍𝙔𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀: 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩

𝕊ℙ𝕆ℝ𝕋𝕊 𝔽𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔸𝕃

"Sup btch" - Yun
'Yo hoe' - [Name]
"Morning btchs" - talking
"left right goodnight" - On Mic or speech






𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼ℙ𝕃𝔼𝕋𝔼 𝔹𝕀𝕋ℂℍ

𝕊ℙ𝕆ℝ𝕋𝕊 𝔽𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔸𝕃

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❝UNO REVERSE TYPE OF SHIT❞

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Ｑｕｉｒｋ Ｏｖｅｒｕｓｅ：
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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

All the first-year students received a week of training, courtesy of our principal, Nezu. But now, the real deal is here: the day when promising students from different classes get to showcase their abilities and intelligence. The Pro Heroes and support companies are watching closely, scouting for potential talent.

As for [Name], Nezu's persistent training has paid off. She's ready—or at least Nezu thinks so. But [Name] isn't too concerned. She plans to intern with whoever catches her interest. Winning is important to her; after all, losing is for losers (or so she believes). She's prepared to take down opponents until every bone in their bodies breaks.

However, there's a twist. [Name]'s attitude has taken a turn for the worse, and she remains blissfully unaware. The culprit? Yun. Nezu and the other teachers have noticed this change, but Katsuki, feeling proud, and Izuku, lost in his own world, haven't caught on. As long as [Name] pays attention to him, Izuku is content—even if she's become harsher.

Now, [Name] sits in the waiting room, texting away on her phone. 

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
》I dont really know any encouraging shit so
》goodluck or whatever

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
》Small but thx <3
》I hope you're watching the Live

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
》of course I will
》I wouldn't miss it for the world

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
》oh wow dayum

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
》what

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
》you texted as if we were lovers
》'I wouldn't miss it for the world' like dayum
》ilyt <3

ꜱᴇᴇɴ

the classic "read, no reply" move. We've all been there, right? You pour your heart out in a text, and the other person's silence is louder than any words they could've typed. It's like they've vanished into the digital abyss, leaving you hanging.

So, you sit there, phone in hand, waiting for a notification that never comes. The sports festival looms ahead, but you're stuck in this limbo of unrequited affection. Maybe you should've sent a meme instead—those seem to get quicker responses.

But no, you're committed. Or whatever that means.

The door creaks open, and in walks Aizawa, the embodiment of perpetual exhaustion, accompanied by Nezu, the sentient furball.