❝ 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 STARED DOWN AT THE BOOK THAT LAY OPEN ON YOUR DESK. The Merchant of Venice. A distant murmer of Present Mic reading the lines aloud filled your ears, but you were too absorbed in the writing to care.
You flipped the soft page over, and winced loudly. A papercut. You could feel a pair of eyes watching you so you looked up, seeing the big brown eyes of your best friend watching you bewildered.
"You okay Cutie?" Uraraka whisper asked, worry creasing her face. You found that she looked cute when he was concerned. Internally, you were fighting fiercely to halt the pink blush that threatened to cover your cheeks. You'd never quite grown accustomed to her nickname for you.
"Papercut," you mouthed back to her.
She winced in second hand pain and gave you a sympathetic look. It was adorable. You pouted in response. Returning your attention back to the Shakespearean play, you noticed you were staring at Act 5, Scene 1; your favourite scene.
You sighed. Another "key" scene.
The class had recently moved onto literature, Shakespeare, to be exact. You were a sucker for Elizabethan style English and had been overjoyed when you heard. That was, until your teacher dropped a bombshell.
