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𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝓔𝓲𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓾 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓪

"You're late again, Eijirou - " Professor Aizawa scolded as soon as I entered the classroom. I couldn't blame him though. I made an unsavory habit of arriving late to homeroom. The majority of the time it was my own fault. Either I had overslept or spent too much time in the library reading before class began. This time, I had overslept.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I apologized quickly before rushing to my seat in the back of the room. However, as I began to drop my bag on the floor I noticed a black backpack already dropped on the floor beside my desk. Not only was there a bag, but there were shoes - and legs. There was a whole person already sitting at my desk who pretended to ignore my entire presence beside him.

I had never seen this kid before and I assumed he was new or a transfer student. He was dressed oddly for a guy his age. Assuming he was a senior considering he shared homeroom with me, it was peculiar that he wore loose-fitting jeans and a black hoodie in the middle of August. Who wore anything other than skinny jeans, or at least tighter fitting jeans, nowadays? 

The boy continued to stare at his notebook, although I doubted he could see anything with that mop of ash-blond hair that seemed to fall in waves over his eyes. It was unruly hair, and I briefly wondered if he even brushed it. Or was it just an aesthetic thing he was going for? Whatever it was, it looked different, and therefore, I considered it cool. I didn't like conformity. Every one of these high schoolers wore the same thing, looked the same, spoke the same. Where was the originality? 

"Hey, man. You're kinda in my seat," I whispered and looked over at the empty desk that was right next to the one he was perched in. He could scoot over just one seat and I could have my spot back. I liked sitting next to the window - it was my favorite spot. However, the kid hadn't looked up form the yellow notebook on his desk. I did notice the slight tensing of his shoulders as I spoke out to him. Professor Aizawa was chatting bleakly and marking things on the whiteboard as I stood in the back corner - waiting for the new kid to acknowledge me. Or at least move out of my seat.

"It's yours?" He boy finally asked but only looked up at the whiteboard briefly before scribbling down what looked less like words and more like chicken scratch in his yellow book.

"Yep, has my name on it and everything," I teased and pointed to where I had written my name in black pen on the top corner of the desk. He looked at it carefully and I noticed a frown pull at his peach-colored lips. They drew together in a thin line as he studied my name that was written in cursive along the top. 

"Eijirou - Kirishima," The boy spoke my name and for some reason, my lips tugged in a small smile. This kid was either shy or just plain stubborn. I wasn't sure, but it wasn't in my nature to get angry or upset. I only shrugged my shoulders and nodded that he got my name correct.

"That's my name! Don't wear it out," I teased and rocked on my heels as I waited for him to move. "Urm - So, can I have my seat back, dude?" I chuckled and the blond boy nodded. He began neatly folding up his notebook before tucking his mechanical pencils - all three of them - inside the small pouch of his bookbag. I watched, mesmerized and confused by his actions until he had secured everything and stood up. He was taller than me, surprisingly, and still refused to look me in the eyes. Definitely shy, I noted.

However, I noticed the bright scarlet shade of them as he carefully moved past me and slid into the new desk before unpacking his materials on his new space. I watched him for a moment before sighing to myself and sliding into my original desk. 

My friend Denki turned in his seat and waved at me with a big grin on his face. I waved back and mouthed 'overslept' to him. In which he returned with an exasperated expression and a roll of his eyes. That playful look still on his face.