rubatosis | s. todoroki

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Saito Emi

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Emi sighs, placing her sweaty bare hands on her sweaty bare waist. Yes, bare. A crop top and shorts because God, it's such a hot day. And moving in such a day does not do good to Emi's brain.

Her eyes sweep the empty boxes and she mentally counts the unopened ones. Only two left. She doesn't have many belongings to begin with. Her mother, well not her mother, more like the nurse relayed her mother's message to take as much kitchen utensils as she wants because she, her mother, is not going to need them anymore. Emi left her with the big knife.

She growls when she feels her hair scratching lightly at the nape of her neck. She unties her hair and ties it again. The only air conditioner here is the one in her bedroom, otherwise, there're only fans which thankfully does something but only when she stops moving.

Sitting on the comfortable couch in the crowded living room, her hand snatches her phone from the small coffee table. Unlocking it, her eyes read her notifications, one of them being ten messages from her cute little ex-neighbour and she almost tears up again at how hard it was to say goodbye. She promised to visit as much as can though. She can't let go of the boy she has practically raised as her little brother so easily. Another notification tells her that Kirishima Eijiro has added her to a group chat. Names of people from her classroom list on the screen when she opens the chat and she sees that there are some messages sent.

Kirishima Eijiro

Hey guys! Kaminari and I thought of making one because we've already heard about other classes having one.

Kaminari Denki

Yes, yes, exactly. Also, inappropriate behaviour will not be tolerated...Mineta.

Mineta Minoru

Your not one to talk Pikachu!

Sero Hanta

It's "you're", idiot.

Emi giggles, falling on her side as she rereads them. She's so happy about having such idiots in her class. They keep her entertained.

Speaking of idiots, she's one of them. Flashbacks to the recent incident flood her brain and she feels like tearing out her hair. She wants to scream and to go back in time if possible. She can't believe she hugged him! She lets out a squeal of a dying pig and curls up on the couch despite the heat that was just five seconds away from getting her to have a bath all day and forget about unpacking. She hugged him, she skipped in the rain in front of him, in SHORTS and basically, showed him that if there's a bad example of a hero student, it will be her. Oh God.

But...but he hugged her back so that can mean something. It can mean that he doesn't find it weird. Or it means that he was humouring her. She groans loudly and feels sorry for her neighbours who've been hearing all the kind of noises she's been making. She jumps off the couch and heads back to the unopened boxes because she's done thinking about this...incident.

What happened, happened. It doesn't matter anymore.

She needs to take out all the trash she's managed to gather in this flat. She wants to cry. She lives on the fourth floor and the elevator is being fixed! She really thought she can risk getting a break from exercising when she moved out. After all, she won't lose her abs and toned thighs in a week. At least, she doesn't think so because she's never given the chance to try.