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"you feelin' alright koko?" i shake my head slightly, bringing myself down to earth at the sound of ashido's voice.
"what did you say? sorry about that, my head was in the clouds again." when i bring my eyes to her's, they reflect a look of sorrow back at me. her brows are furrowed slightly as she sits cross legged on the far side of the bed. she's hunched over a spread of math homework she's attempting to catch up on.
she hesitates for a moment before planting a soft smile, the sorrow in her eyes gone in a split second.
"i was just asking how you were so good at this math stuff!" i turn away from her with a smile as i organize the drawers of the desk, placing notebooks and pencils sporadically before closing it and moving down to the next.
"i wouldn't say i'm good at it. i would say i'm better at it then any other subject though, don't even get me started on my english and history grades." my shoulders slump at the memory of the low homework grades i got back from aizawa sensei a couple of days ago on the struggling subjects.
ashido begins to mutter to herself the math questions before talking through the problems, something i told her had helped me that she's adopted into her own studies.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
i startle and completely freeze in place. every hair on my neck stands on point as i grasp onto the fabric of my large hoodie, feeling my heart rate skyrocket as it erratically thunders against my ribs.
"it's okay koko, it's probably just one of the girls or kirishima." ashido is quick to my side as she places a light hand on my shoulder. i hold my breath as i turn to look into her dark eyes, the golden irises softening as they bore into mine. her hand slightly squeezes my shoulder as she rushes to open the door.
i can't move.
pathetic.
the door swings open to kaminari with a big smile on his face, eiji and sero pulling back their hands as they slap the back of the blondes head. i feel a sharp breath i didn't know i was holding, let loose from my lips at the sight of the three boys.
an argument between all of them breaks out but i'm too focused on regulating my breathing that i don't pay too much attention to it. the grip on the now slightly wrinkled fabric loosens as i move towards the edge of my bed to sit.
kaminari moves into my vision as he slightly crouches in front of me with an apologetic look spread across his features.
"i'm sorry miyamoto, i didn't mean t-"
"don't worry about it kami, it's not a big deal i promise!"
