Rules ~ ShinKami

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣 ~ 𝟣-𝒜?

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ ~Hello reader!~ 

Welcome to my story. I've been debating on actually putting stories that I write for myself into the internet and, finally decided to do so. 

♥Now, onto the story ♥

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            I hated him. I always have. It was not a huge deal, me and him just ran in different circles. As much as everyone tried, no one could try to get us to talk to each other. You might be asking, "How do you hate someone if you've never even talked to them?" I hate him because of how often he talks. He's so loud whenever I'm around him. He's like Papa, I'm not even sure how Dad married him?! We've never had a single conversation but my friends talk about him a lot. 

             Apparently, he is well known for stupidity around the school. I'm surprised he managed to get past the written part of the entrance exam with how stupid he is. He's in one of the top classes so how? How does someone with so little intellect manage to get into a top class? The entrance exam is rigged and unfair. It only lets students that have quirks with a physical output, like they can harm something. Not to those who have quirks that work on a human being. The people in the hero classes have quirks that can do something like, knock down a robot, mine just messes with people, not robots! What's even the point of trying to get into a hero class when your quirk does nothing compared to them. My quirk is like a vill-

            "So, I heard you are trying to get out of 1-C?" startled, I turn to see one of my best friends, Amaya Nyoko.

             She's one of the friendly, outgoing people in the class who has an amazing quirk but doesn't really know what she wants to do. She says she thinks that if she improves her quirk a little more that, in her 2nd year, she'll try to get into the hero course. Amaya's demonic tail is wrapping around her leg as she stands with her arms in front of her in a "I-know-everything" fashion. She hates the blazer that the school makes us wear, so it's wrapped around her waist with her tie looking like it could be pulled off in one yank from how it was tied.

             "Oh. Hi, Nyoko-san. Where did you hear that from?" he questioned.

             "Along the grapevine," she tosses a piece of hair back behind her horn as she looks away, waiting for me to question her more,, "What the frick is the point of these horns if all they do is bother me?" she mutters to herself, "Also, drop the formality, Shin, we've been friends long enough."

             "Sorry, habit. And to answer your question, yes, I am. But once again, and I know you don't care, where did you hear it from?"

             "I knew the-," she went quiet and her eyes turned into a foggy white color.

             "Now answer the question, where did you hear that from?"

              She answered quickly and with a monotone voice, "I was walking past the teacher's lounge when I heard Aizawa and Vlad King discussing it."

               "Anything else I need to know?"

               "It seemed like Aizawa was trying to convince Vlad that it would be a good idea to move some kids around since the entrance exam was unfair and that kids have been getting stronger."

               "Ok. That's all." Once I said that, her eyes returned to their normal color and boy, did she look furious. I bent over laughing because of her expression.

                 "Hitoshi Shinso! I swear if you do that one more time I'm not talking to you for a week!"

                 "Oh no! Having no one talk to me for a week sounds terrible, just dreadful." I say in a dramatically sarcastic tone with my hand on my forehead in a sorrow fashion.

                 "Shinso!" she begins to move her hand around as if she's questioning if she should slap me. Luckily for me, she doesn't, because that girl can slap hard. Most kids avoid getting her angry because she has a little temper, even with her cheerful personality, "You better apologize to me at least," she barks out with crossed arms and an angry expression on her face.

                 "Sorry, sorry. I won't do it again."

                 "Good, cause I don't think whatever class you are trying to transfer into won't allow you to use your quirk all willy-nilly. Especially if you use it to get info out of other people." 

                  "Oh thank you for the great advice, Thee Great Amaya. What would I do without your words of wisdom?"

                "What would you do without me? Like I'm just that, great." God, how big is her ego? We stared at each other for a bit then, not being able to hold it anymore, she burst out laughing. And whoop-de-doo for me cause her laugh is incredibly contagious. She's like a mini Ms. Joke, as I've heard from dad. Dad would absolutely despise her but he doesn't come in here or know her, so I'm fine.

                 I begin letting out small bubbly laughs, which causes everyone else in the room to look over at what's happening. Once seeing Amaya, they begin to turn away because everyone knows Amaya and her contagious laughter. Though, no one understands how we became friends except us. She found out something about me and could relate to it and that's where our friendship began. She paid a little too much attention to me in the beginning of the year and figured out my secret, well one of them, she has yet to figure out the other three. And, I won't let her but, she came to me claiming she knew something about me. I thought it was impossible because I talked to no one there however, when she said it and the reasons, I realized that I'm a little too obvious at what I do. She admitted that she had a little secret herself and told me it, we became friends over that.

                Since we are allowed to use our quirks here, due to the fact that our teacher doesn't care.  She conjures up a floating red blob, from the extra cells in her arm, and sits on it.  She starts to come down from her laughing high and calms down.

              "Wait, so what class are you trying to transfer into?"

              "1-A."

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«-(¯'v'¯)-« ahaha hi...»-(¯'v'¯)-»

 I'm going to hope you somewhat enjoyed this...I'll have more chapters out soon. Other things, I suck at writing angst (but will try, maybe) and this will be a smut free book because I don't write that. I will try to keep the chapters above 1000 words however, if that doesn't happen sometimes it's probably because I couldn't manage to make it longer or didn't have time :/ 

♥~Amaya~ ♥

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