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I GAVE A SURPRISED LOOK AS I STARED DOWN AT MY HOODIE. It was gray for me, guess it wasn't for them. I looked back and gave a dry laugh.
"Oh, sorry. I'm colourblind." I mumbled sourly. I shoved my hands into my pockets and gave a thin smile.
"Colorblind?" I turned my head to see the girls standing at the door, slowing piling in. I gave a shrug.
"Yeah, colorblind. There's different types, but mine is... different." I gave a small laugh. "Can't see colours. Only shades of grey. Oh, and green. Hell, I don't even know what the fuck red looks like." I gave a chuckle, trying to make light of the depressing atmosphere. The guy who was asking all the questions, walked over to me.
"You... you don't know what red is..?" He asked, a shocked look on his face. I shook my head from side to side.
"Buddy," I pointed to my hoodie, "if this is red, then I don't know it." I say simply, not liking the puppy dog eyes he was giving me.
"My hair is red, what does it look like to you?" He leaned down, letting me see his spiky hair. I gave a frown.
"A dark grey." I reply, my voice monotone. He glanced back up and looked shocked.
"Were... you born with it?" I looked over to see the black ponytail girl step forwards. I bit my lip, shaking my head.
"No, it's a... quirk side effect, along with some other things." I spat out the word quirk, like it was vegetables or something. "Besides, I've grown to live with it. It's nothing to worry about." I stretched my arms behind my back. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta go hunt down a scorpion. See y'all later." I gave a wave as I walked out the door, thankful to get out of the awkward situation.
Now, to find this lobster.
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The class of 2A watched at the blackette leave, leaving most with shock and sadness. Not for a particular ashen blonde however.
"Y'know what? She's right. 'It's nothing to worry about.' Brat..." He clicked his tongue, his shoes on the table. His red haired friend whipped his head around, a fierce growl on his lips.
"Bakugou! How can you say that?! She can't see colors! How would you feel if couldn't see colors?" He exclaimed, disgusted at his brash partner. He gave a lazy shrug.
"I don't have it, so its not my problem. You're just upset she couldn't see your stupid hair." He retorted, effectively making the red head close his mouth. He knew it was true, deep down.
"That's enough." Everyone whipped their heads around to see their black haired teacher rise from his yellow cocoon. His eyes lazily swept across the classroom before letting his sleeping bag fall to the ground.
"Mr Aizawa, did you know about Sokodu's colorblindness?" A brown haired girl asked, hands balled into fists at her chest. The teacher barely nodded.
"Yes. It doesn't take away from the fact that she is powerful. It doesn't hinder her ability either, just everyday life." He gave a quick glance at the as the blonde, Bakugou, who had his arms crossed as he glared at his teacher. "When she joins this class, don't ask her too much about it, please." He explained lazily, his statement almost directed at Bakugou.
"She's joining the class?!" Everyone exclaimed, mouths agape. Aizawa nodded.
"Yes. Though she doesn't know it yet, that test was to see how much she's improved and if she can handle socialism. Which has been proven positive." He waved a hand in the air. "Now go to lunch, I need sleep." He sighed, crawling back inside his fluffy, caterpillar incubator. Everyone walked out the door, knowing what would happen if they were to disrupt their teachers sleep.
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The corridors were empty, but not for long. The bell for lunch was due in a few minutes, and I still haven't found Scorpio. Damn lobster, where'd he run off to? My thoughts were interuppted by a call that echoed down the hall. I turned my head and almost exploded.
"MAGNUS? I THOUGHT WE LOST YOU IN THE FURRY WAR!!" I yell, a huge, shit eating grin plastered to my face. A grin adorned his dark skinned features as he strode over to me. His black hair was styled upwards as the prominent lava cracks on the side of his face glowed.
"WHAT CAN I SAY? CAN'T KILL WHAT CANT BE KILLED!" He shouted back, shooting finger guns at me. I wiped an imaginary tear from my eye.
"God tier." I held up my hands as he stopped in front of me. "Hol' up there chief. Is this hood red?" I pointed down to my hoodie. He gave a slow nod.
"Yeah..? Who told you?" He asked, slowly. I shrugged.
"A class I was forced to join. They all chill except for this one boom boom bitch. I think someone pissed in his cereal." I explain quietly, a serious look in my eye. "Well, now that I know which bitch is red," I pointed to the cracks on the left side of his face, "then that craps red, right?" I ask, prodding his cheek.
"Sure as shit, Sherlock." He replied, his grin widening. Because of his quirk, magma, his skin was a darker colour and there were cracks on the left side of his face. It looked like hardened lava cracking and close to oozing out. Pretty cool looking if I do say so myself.
"Bread: Achieved!" I cheer. My celebration was cut off by the bell ringing. I looked up and lowered my fists.
"The onslaught, they're coming." He whispered, staring down the hallway. He took a cautious step back, his irises focused on the opening doors. "We won't make it together, we'll be squished and suffocated." He whispered, almost to himself.
I could hear the heroic and sad music kick in.
"We got to skedaddle captain. We won't be able to hold them off!" I yell, about to make a break for the cafeteria. Magnus held out an arm, as if to shield me. Gritting his teeth, he clicked his tongue.
"Go, I'll hold them off." He whispered, eyes glaring at the doors. I gave a gasp.
"You don't mean-"
"GO." He urged, his voice cracking. I gave a salute.
"May the memes be with you." I whisper solemnly, before turning around and dashing towards the cafeteria. I used my super speed to skeet around the plebs in my way. I risked a glance back and didn't see him anymore. I stifled a cry as I kept on running.
❝REST IN PIECE. MAY HE BE REMEMBERED FOR HIS BIG DICK ENERGY❞
