Love and Hate ‒ ʰᶦᵗᵒˢʰᶦ ˢ.

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YOU WERE AT THE BACKSEAT of your father's car, thinking about what happened at school today. You stared out the window, watching at the passing buildings and people, pursing your lips. Honestly, you were pissed off at Hitoshi had this been the lowest he went in tormenting you. For how many times your father had told you to stay away from the male but part of you just says no.

And even though it pains you to think about it, you know the reason why you can't just stay away. Because even though Hitoshi Shinso hates you and you hate him back, he's still your friend.

At least that's how you felt.

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1ST YEAR

THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE YOU WANTED to do right now except to hide in your locker. Introductions clearly weren't your thing and your classmates' eyes were glued on to you, their gazes strong and locked on your slightly quivering body. The teacher with long blonde hair tied to a bun tilted his head, waiting for you to say something but all that was coming out of your mouth was puffs of air. "Are you alright?" Hizashi's voice rang on your ears and you nodded quickly, still shaking.

Gosh, why does introducing yourself have to be this hard?

You were about to give up and go back to your seat when you saw an all familiar hand putting a paper sign up at the back of the classroom. You squinted your eyes and adjusted your vision to his crappy handwriting. "You can do it!" was what the sign read and your eyes softly landed on the lilac haired male's half-smile and thumbs up. You smiled a little bit before nodding and speaking up.

"Hi, my name's (Your name) Aizawa. I hope we all become good friends!" your voice echoed throughout the room and you saw a few classmates whisper about your last name. "Are you Shota's daughter?" Hizashi smiled lightly and you nodded. You walked back to your chair and looked at Hitoshi who was still staring at you before being called to introduce himself. You pushed your black locks as you watched how other girls swooned over him, causing you to chuckle to yourself.

As the morning classes ended, you walked over to Hitoshi's desk. "Hey, do you want to eat lunch together?" your smile was warm and your invitation was genuine and that made Hitoshi nod instantly, the classroom was starting to empty. "Don't you have any friends to be with right now?" He asked in a low tone, more of a tired one too and as both of you walked, some of your classmates waved a little bit at you and you waved back. This didn't bother you at first because you didn't really care about the reputation that precedes you but as the days passed you by, the pressure of being an Aizawa caught up too soon-and the next thing you knew, everyone knows about you.