[SEVEN]

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Today feels like one of those days where I just question humanity.

I turned on the TV this morning to be greeted with the wonderful news that there had been a terrorist attack on London Bridge.

Fuckin' again.

I know it's strange, but when I see things like these, it just makes me so upset and hurt, that I trudge through the day like a zombie who smoked marijuana the night before.

It sucks; because I know that no one listens to me. I'm just a kid, and people think that kids don't understand.

In reality, kids understand a lot more than adults do.

But no one fucking listens, do they?

Nope. We're just shut down, and we can't do jackshit.

I feel like a bug most of the time.

A tiny, insignificant bug.

That's one of the reasons I became a hero. Because I genuinely care about cleaning up the mess that the previous generations left behind.

Although most of the time, I still feel like I haven't made a difference. I want to help people, but I'm still too damn young.

There's always some damn excuse that stops me from at least trying to speak up in this fucked up world.

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I drag myself to school, my attitude as salty as my self esteem.

Kirishima kindly inquires what's wrong, and I reluctantly refuse to tell him, only requesting that I be left alone today. He complies, but I can see he's worried about me, which is sweet I guess.

At lunch, I get my food before retreating to a secluded table with my best friend.

Otherwise known as air.

Sup, bruh. You good, my pal? Is oxygen behaving itself?

Dismally, I poke at my katsu chicken. I'm feeling way too emotional for my own good...

"Frizzy."

My head snaps up, and my eyes widen with shock, as Katsuki stands over my depressed figure. He's frowning, but there's a rooted concern in the depths of his crimson eyes.

If you squint, you'll see it.

"Katsuki? W-What are you doing here?" I question, chuckling in disbelief.

He raises an eyebrow, and clearly not feeling obligated to speak, just decides to sit down, with his lunch tray.

He moves his collar around, muttering something about the suffocation. During that brief five seconds, I catch sight of his very toned, muscular body.

Does he realize how much he is oozing with sexual appeal right now??

I swallow nervously, and fix my eyes on my rice. It's a very interesting shade of white.

Very white indeed.

Good Lord, where am I going with this?

"I've seen enough, Frizzy." Suddenly, Katsuki leans across the table, probably two inches from my face. "Why the fuck are you moping?"

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