Homework Club

The Gleek and the Emo

I don't know how long I stood there. Maybe five minutes? I was debating on whether or not I should go into the room down the hall and suffer a whole fickload of lame or continue to suffer in silence with about three hours of sleep every night. But, I decided that actually being alive to graduate would probably be the better option to make all this pain and suffering worthwhile.

At that moment, a cold hand tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to not-so gracefully whip around and nearly smack the dude across the face. I would have too, if he didn't block it before it got past his shoulder. "Are you here for the Homework Club?" He asked, unfazed by the ordeal. I nodded, taking a moment to take in his appearance. Ooh, boy he's attractive. His hair was evenly split down the middle into red and white halves, making it hard to tell what his natural hair colour was. His eyes were different colours as well; the left an icy blue and the right a steel grey. The blue eye, which was partially covered by the red bangs on that side of his face, was surrounded by a dark red scar. It looked like a burn or something and if you ask me it was god damned lucky he didn't loose an eye.

"Hey. Are you okay? You've been staring for a while now." With difficulty, I managed to fight down the heat creeping onto my face. "Yeah, well... You have an interesting face." I grumbled slightly. As if he knew what I meant, his hand shot up to cover the left side of his face, of which the burn took up a good portion of. This annoyed me for some reason.

"Oi, Jackass. Don't cover it. You don't need to." I shoved my hands in my pockets. "So are we going inside or not?" He nodded and led the way to a door where as soon as the guy, who I'm going to call Harley Quinn because of his hair, put his handle on the door knob, faint singing could be heard.

"Are we at the choir room or something?" I asked, because I was certain I was here to do homework, not sing. "No, that's probably Midoriya." Harley replied. He was once again treated to me wearing the 'dafaq?' face.

He sighed and opened the door. Immediately I saw a small green-haired boy who was completely jamming to an episode of Glee. He was singing and trying to mimick the choreography, and I fought the urge to video it and put it online.

"Midoriya. The computers are for club purposes. Not watching Glee. I've told you this at least a thousand times." The Glee maniac turned around, completely red upon seeing me. "Uhm... S-sorry you had to see that." He stuttered. "Yeah, me too." I replied, slightly traumatized.

"Anyway, now that's over, I'd like to introduce myself properly. I'm Shoto Todoroki. The one previously watching Glee is Izuku Midoriya." Harley, now formally known as Todoroki, walked over to the computer Midoriya was sat at and turned it off without warning. A whine of protest was heard as the boy stood and made his way over to the desks in the middle of the room.

Todoroki grabbed a peice of paper and a pen. "Can I have your schedule?" He asked. I gave him a weary look but handed it over. I watched, impressed, as the red-white haired boy proceeded to draw a perfect table without the assistance of a ruler. After he filled out the table, he handed it to me.

"This is your homework schedule. We all have one. It'll tell you what time and how long you do each subject during the week and get a decent sleep. Stick to this and you'll be fine, got it?" I nodded and  put the schedule in my pocket just as the bell rang, signaling the end of break.

"We meet up on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, okay?" The gleek smiled at me, to which I sent a glare back at him.

As I made my way to spanish, one question was on my mind, quite similarly to lasr night.

What the fuck did I get myself into?