❝ we 'd have to hold hands though ! ❞
✧ in which you, mienai y/n, fall head over heels for the sweetest girl you've ever met, your best friend, uraraka ochako!
𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐎. -♡
𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
✧ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. �...
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YOU SIGHED, WHAT GOD-AWFUL CRIME HAD YOU COMMITTED IN A PAST LIFE TOO DESERVE THIS?
You were sitting in your last class of the day, Present Mic's English class, experiencing utter torture. Not from the class itself — you were at the better end of the grades when it came to English and throughly enjoyed Present Mic's teaching — but because of the exploding blonde sitting behind you.
Humming a song that sounded uncannily like MCR's Teenagers. He was leaning back on his chair and his feet up on his desk; his soles mere centimetres from the back of your hair. And the real eye twitcher, he had a ballpoint pen in each hand and was clicking them both relentlessly.
Curse Present Mic for having a set seating plan!
Click! Click!
You ran a hand across your face, how much longer would you have to endure this? You glanced to the clock at the top of the room and groaned.
