❝ honestly, i thought i would be dead by now. ❞
(l/n) (y/n) is a contradiction. she's strong, yet stoical. powerful, yet subtle. insistent, yet quiet. awkward, yet charming. maybe that's why a lot of people got their attention on her.
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After the break day due to the attack in USJ, school went back in session. Now, Class 1-A was sitting in their seats. Although, they were talking about the news and how they were recorded.
(Y/N) leaned back in her seat, lazily twirling a strand of hair on her finger as she closed her eyes, overhearing a conversation between Kaminari and the others in the process.
"Well, obviously, we're basically celebrities now." She heard Kaminari speak, a bit cocky too.
"That's kind of crazy..."
"Get over yourselves. The Hero Course was attacked, and that's all they care about." Jirou said, and (Y/N) silently agreed. It wasn't like they cared for them. They just wanted to pry on why they were attacked, to most likely make UA look bad.
Ever since the chaos in the cafeteria, (Y/N) decided that she hated the press. Damn things are always trying to push their agenda for ratings.
"ATTENTION CLASS 1-A, HOMEROOM IS ABOUT TO BEGIN. PLEASE STOP TALKING AND TAKE YOUR SEATS!"Iida suddenly ran in, and his booming voice made the (H/C) haired girl open her eyes unwillingly.
Iida was taking this representative job way too seriously. The obvious difference between herself and the tall bluenette made her lips twitch in amusement. Iida was doing his job as a class representative like his life was on the line, and here (Y/N) was, wanting nothing more but to strangle those two people who voted for her.
It seems pretty understandable if you ask her.
"You're the only one who's standing." Someone pointed out, causing the bespectacled male to sit down in embarrassment.
"Dang. It."
"So, who do you think's gonna teach us today?" Ashido asked. Well, it obviously couldn't be Mister Aizawa. He's injured, so he can't really come back to start teaching so soon.
(Y/N) rested her chin on her palm, wondering on who would teach them.
Her thoughts were cut off when the door opened, "Morning, class." The (H/C) haired girl's chin slipped out of her palm in surprise. Quickly regaining her composure, she stared at their homeroom teacher who walked inside the classroom. He's really going to teach class in his condition? He had two casts while he had bandages wrapped around his face. This man was a mummy. (Y/N) heard Iida expressing his gratitude about how he was okay. But honestly, was that even "okay"?
