「𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫」

「𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲」

"I'm not fucking going in there!" She screamed and shrieked, kicking the man who held her back. Her parents too had objected to this, saying their daughter was fine. She was fine.

"Now, we believe your mind has been sickened, Miss Kyoka. Or would you prefer me call you Jirou!" An earphone jack slapped the burly man behind her.

"I'm fine! You're the sick one!" She pointed to the woman, who only smiled. "Now, Jirou, if you're going to be difficult we can make it difficult for you." She seemed perfectly calm, as if she dealt with a lot worse patients.

"We will put quirk cancelers on you for hitting Mr. Ono," She gestured to the man behind Jirou. "We'll put you in a guarded ward," She continued, turning around and opening a metal door. "And pair you with a -by all means- difficult roommate."

"I'm not getting paired with anyone! I don't need to be here, just let me go home!" She elbowed Mr. Ono. "Jirou. Do we have to force you?" She asked, her tone cold. "I'm not going!"

"If you want it that way, fine."

"Let me out!" Jirou kicked at the door, only receiving a 'shut up'. She groaned and finally turned around, finally looking at the completely white room.

Two beds and one table, that only held a lamp, which left most of the room dim. On the left bed sat a boy with freckles and misty green eyes. He only stared at the wall, maybe not even breathing. His hair was a strange color, starting off as a dark green and fading into the purest white she's ever seen. The mismatch of color was uneven, making his hair look rather pretty.

"Hello?" She walked over to him, standing at the foot of his frameless bed. He glanced over at her, a small smile put on display. "Do you know how to get out of here?"

"Why leave?" Her eyes widened a bit. "Why not?! I've been unjustly imprisoned here, while nothing is wrong with me! I want to go home!" She yelled.

He shifted forward to get a better look at her. "Quirk cancelers." He stared at the bracelets on her wrists. They were uncomfortably cutting into her skin. "All I want to do is go home, please, just help me!" She kicked the corner of his bed.

"Why leave?" He asked again. She groaned in frustration, stomping away and falling face first into the it by bed sheets. "It's lovely here." He stated, looking back at the wall.

"Ugh, if you're not gonna help then just shut up!" She threw a pillow at him, hitting his face. He took attention to the pillow that had just fallen in his lap. He said nothing to her.

"Hey! Lights out in three hours! We want you out of your room for at least one hour!" Someone with a husky voice banged in the door, startling her. The boy just stared as a new source of light became apparent.

Jirou was unfortunate enough to get momentarily blinded by it. "Out." He commanded. The green haired boy stood up and walked over to the man. "You," the burly man pointed to Jirou. "Get up. I know damn well you're not tired already."

She rolled on her side, facing away from the two. "If you don't get up we're putting you in solitary." He said. She contemplated this. She'd rather have a useless roommate than be alone in this place.

She groggily stood up and walked over to the door like a drunken man. "Thank you." He said sarcastically, taking a few steps out the door. "Are you gonna follow or not?"

Her roommate instantly went after him, grabbing her hand and dragging her along. It took a lot to not yank it back and yell at him. He probably didn't want her to get in trouble so soon.

"This is the cafeteria," he addressed to her.

"Memorize the walk here, because attendance is mandatory in the mornings and at noon. You're expected in here three times a day. You do not have to eat unless you are a patient who struggles with food." He explained.