If there was even such a thing as being gently awoken, you did not know it... until this day.
The sun shone through the cracks of the beige curtains that hung over your head, covering the window, whose ledge was aligned with small flower pots, with living plants in them. Someone had been watering them during your alleged absence. You took in the features of your room that had gone unnoticed by you the night before. There was a pink digital clock beside you, that read 7 .a.m. in the morning, with a pop up origami bird sitting at the edge of it. The wallpaper looked like it had been stuck on by an adamant blockhead who refused assistance. It was a soothing baby pink, paired with streaks of pastel green and occasional gold lining the margins. The ceiling had been painted the same shade of pink and had a partly finished mural that arose from the corner, which you assumed had been done by climbing on the prop-up ladder at the corner of the room. The interior of the room had more fairy lights hung up haphazardly throughout the area, somehow making it look cozier with the main lights off. There were a few fake plants hanging by the door and an off-white furry carpet lining the floor to enhance the visual appeal of the space. You spotted a white wardrobe and another door that probably lead to the bathroom.You lifted yourself off the bed gingerly and trudged towards the shower to make yourself easier on the eyes. Having no difficulty in finding your toiletries, the day had gotten off to a good start, although you did not know when classes start. You had only finished washing off your body, when the alarm at the night stand let out a shrill tone, having you flinch and hurry out of the shower with a towel clumsily wrapped around your sopping figure, leaving a trail of water on your carpet before finally turning the alarm down, silently hoping the walls are thick enough to block the diabolically loud sound out.
It wouldn't have been too long before you had gotten your uniform on after a fair amount of rummaging through your drawers before finding it laying on your desk, ironed. You were in the midst of watering your plants at about 8.a.m. when there was a loud knock on the door, scaring you out of your skin.
"HEY! COME ON OUT, THEY'RE GOING TO RUN OUT OF WAFFLES IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP ALREADY!"
Even if the walls happened to not block out the noise, you were sure it wouldn't have bothered Mina next door, as it wouldn't have scored a rank above her own routinely screams. You opened the door to her fist, positioned to knock again. She quickly retracted it and grinned up at you, compelling you out of your safe haven and to the dining area.You reluctantly walked into the elevator with Mina, who was high on energy so early in the morning, a stark contrast to you, who had to have at least one cup of a drink of your choice before getting ready for the day. You could not fathom how some people could wake up at their 'one hundred percent'.
The elevator doors dinged open as you reached the room bustling with life. Mostly lethargic life. You were expecting to see many unusual sights on you so called "first morning" of hero academia. What you were not expecting to see was an angry, human-sized Pomeranian with an apron tied to his waist that said "KISS THE COOK", a completely misleading statement given that the cook that was to be kissed threatened to take the life of anyone who dared set foot in the kitchen area. The black haired girl next to the fuming furball, however, seemed unaffected to say the least. Momo had several mugs lined up on the counter, and was so deep into her flow state of making an equal amount of tea for everyone that she failed to notice her own forgotten mug of tea growing more tepid with each passing minute. Once she had finished filling the mugs with water, she rotated them all so that the names painted on each mug were discernable. Mina, who had previously left your side, returned, juggling two mugs and plates of waffles, urging you to take a pair before she dropped them altogether. You managed to catch a waffle before it dropped to the floor, earning a slightly relieved look from Bakugo, who had now plated his own food and was walking to the circle that everyone had been sitting in, enjoying their food.You still had 30 more minutes left before school started, time to sit and chat with the entire class. You sat in between Kaminari and Mina who were being scolded by Jirou for trying to get her to give them answers on the last slip test. You had half a mind to scold them too, since their antics cheated Jirou out of a good grade.
Mina wailed, "What were we supposed to do?! I tried so hard the night before the test, and then I looked at the questions and-"
"The questions did not match the syllabus at all!" Kaminari interjected.
"First point, starting your preparations the night before the exam is not called 'trying hard'. Second point, even Mineta, who speedran the entire chapter an hour before the test was able to pass. You guys are just lazy." Jirou said.
"Alright, that last sentence was a bit harsh," You attempt at diplomacy, "but her other points were... valid." Only for it to be shot down by Mineta, who loved fanning the flames of imminent drama.
"No, no. Don't add to their delusions. Mina and Kaminari simply MUST be brought to justice." Mineta says, dressed in an oversized suit and sunglasses, tapping a sheaf of papers on the table to align them.
"If you don't return that suit to the owner's cupboard and get ready for school, we'll leave you behind the locked doors of Heights Alliance." said Hagakure, waggling at him her blue hairbrush that she had previously been brushing her invisible hair with.
"Jokes on you, I'm sick. I cannot attend classes today. I have a leave permit." mimicking a fit of coughs, reminding you of Regina George from Mean Girls.
"You're always sick. A sick pervert, that is." smugly said Midoriya, while casually flipping through his notes. The class couldn't help but cackle at Mineta's apparent embarrassment.
The rest of the conversation passed with the usual bickering and good natured insults, followed by one of the spectators backing up the argument posed by either of the involved parties.
Ojiro slapped the coffee table with his tail before getting up and jabbing an accusatory finger at Bakugo. Not even Iida dared to intercept,
"BESIDES, if Bakugo hadn't been such a hothead, we wouldn't have wound up entangled in a fishing net for the next THREE HOURS"
You did not know how the conversation lead up to this from a mere narration of an incident at one of the training camps the class had been to."WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, YOU DONKEY TAILED BASTARD?! YOU WER-"
You were sure Bakugo was about to hurl a much dirtier insult at Ojiro, when, much to his ever-building frustration, Bakugo was interrupted by a shrill alarm. So loud that you wondered if your own alarm had walked into the intercom room and screamed into the mic. Soon, a broadcast was made."The League of Villains had entered school grounds. Students are requested to close all possible breakthrough points in their dormitories and to always move around in groups of five. Please remain in rooms 104, 204, 304 and 404. Repeating, please close all breakthrough points and remain in the rooms 104, 204, 304 and 404 until the emergency is adjourned. Complete."
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Across the Stars (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)
FanfictionThe all too familiar stench of rotting flesh faded away as she was consumed by her own darkness. She woke up in a peaceful atmosphere. No one knew of her origin. She thought she did, now she wasn't so sure. "You can always ask me for help, you know...