Your Character!!!
Name: Shiraki (Y/N)
Age:18
Height: 5'4
Quirk: Splinter (If touched by all 5 fingers, it causes a slight sting. The longer this quirk is in use, the more painful it gets)
You are the younger brother of Tomura Shigaraki, the "leader" of the League of Villains. You've always been the one to despise the work of your family, and ended up running away at a young age. You changed your last name to Shiraki, a memorial of your brother, and ended up taking a hero course at U.A High School. You were raised by Denki Kaminari's family, due to the fact that you two ended up going to grade school together and had met his family. You two were best friends and did everything together, even if it seemed strange.
I sat in the back of the class talking with Denki Kaminari when the first bell rang. By the time the second bell chimed, we were all glued to our seats and silent. Mr. Aizawa walked quietly through the door, his sleeping bag unzipped and wrapped around his shoulders. He looked around the classroom, taking time to focus on each student. This is the way he always took attendance, quickly and quietly.
"Okay, come up and grab these worksheets. Wake me if you have questions." he droned, standing and watching us grab our papers one by one. He looked straight at me when I went up to grab my paper, smiling slightly. I turned away quickly, making sure he couldn't see my slightly pink cheeks.
I couldn't help but like Shota Aizawa. He was a tall, strong, handsome hero... his hair fell perfectly around his shoulders, and when he put his hair up to grade papers... it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.
He zipped up his caterpillar-like sleeping bag and laid down on the ground, falling asleep faster than I'd ever be able to. I looked down at the papers, filling out each question thoughtfully. I doodled a little on the sides. I scrawled little flowers and other fun things on the top near my name. When I was done, I walked up and put my paper up, taking a bit of extra time to look at my teacher's calm, angelic face. This took a bit of effort however, because even though I'm a dude, I'm only a measly 5'4, and therefore can't easily look over a desk with ease like many of the other students can. I smiled a little, walking back to my seat.
Denki and I talked a while more while waiting for class to be over. When the bell rang for lunch, we both bolted out the door to grab some food. Kirishima and Bakugou weren't far behind in the chase.
We sat at the table talking for the longest time, just enjoying each others' company.
"So, I saw ya staring at the teacher again, (Y/N)!" Kirishima looked at me, and I crossed my arms and acted confused
"What? When?" I looked at him, his shark grin making me want to laugh.
"When you went up to the desk to put your papers away... you do that quite often, (Y/N)!" Denki piped up, his face almost seeming... upset. I hit him on the arm.
"SHUT UP DUDE!" I grabbed his sandwich and shoved it in his mouth. He laughed at me, chewing his food.
At this point, Bakugou had his arm around Kirishima, whispering something to him. Kirishima's face was a deep red, and I hit the table to startle them both. Bakugou looked into my eyes with a mighty rage.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" He slammed his fists on the table, basically blowing smoke out of his ears.
"That's not very manly, Ka-Bakugou!" Kirishima stuttered
We all laughed, and he realized that he was getting nowhere. He sat down slowly, Kirishima trying to keep him from blowing up my face.
After lunch, Denki and I walked back to class without Bakugou and Kirishima. They had gone to the bathroom to "wash up," but everyone knew they were just going to skip class and make out for an hour. Denki had his arm around me like always, talking to me in a hushed voice about all the gossip that I had missed on my sick week. As soon as Aizawa saw us, he shot Denki a deathglare, and he quickly retracted his arm.
When we got into class, Mr. Aizawa started to pass out papers. When he got to me, he stared at me for a moment before handing me my quiz. I looked over my whole paper, noticing all the red marks on each number. On the top, it had a big red 67%, and on the side, there were four words written in small print. "See me after class." Denki looked over my shoulder and laughed at me like it was something out of the ordinary. I knew I was bad at Hero History... I just didn't seem to get it like everyone else.
When the bell rang, everyone but Denki flooded out the door.
"Are you gonna be ok here? Do you want me to wait outside the classroom for you? Cuz I can totally do that." I look at him and smile.
"No, it's fine. Go home and tell mom and dad I'll be home a bit late why don'tcha?" he nods, grabbing for my bag.
"Here, I'll take this. Meet you at home, (Y/N)! Don't be too late okay? Dad's making dinner tonight, and you know he makes the best steaks!" he slings my bag over his shoulder and smiles that signature Kaminari smile and walks out the door, pumping a thumbs up before disappearing into the hallway.
I rubbed my neck, messing around my (H/C) hair in the back. I walked up to Aizawa's desk, and he looked up from his grading folders, a pen wedged ever so slightly in his teeth. It was kinda hot.
"Shiraki, your scores just keep getting worse by the day." He said, not missing a beat in his wording.
"Yeah, I know... I'm really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make them up?" I asked him with sincerity in my voice.
"Well, you can either stay here and repay your grade, or I can come tutor you." he winked at me, and my face turned beet red.
So here I am, trying to decide whether to stay here with my teacher and "repay my grade" or have him come TO MY HOUSE and help me study. This seems like it's going to end up badly either way I go, but that's just in my own screwed up brain. I bet he's just trying to help me learn about hero history. I really, really kind of hope it's the way I was thinking though... I haven't gotten a release in so long. I need something to help me think... or should I say someone.
Welp, here's your choices! Stay and repay your grade, or have him come to your house to help you study! The choice is yours! Root responsibly!
