Katsuki Bakugou
At the end of last year, which was my second year at U.A., Aizawa announced that a new student would be joining us for our third year. Reitou Kirotoshi, Aizawa claimed his name to be, and today is the day of his arrival. Aizawa informed me that he would be sharing a dorm with me, given the fact that Todoroki was no longer occupying the space, and no new students for my class have been admitted into U.A.
After waving my farewell to my parents, I return to U.A. with a suitcase rolling at my side; it bumps and rattles over the crevices pressed into the concrete, as well as the small stones and other protruding debris littering the entirety of it. No students were under any obligation to return to their homes during the break signifying the end of our second years there, but all of 2-A had unanimously decided to leave on their own volitions.
Pale yellow, nearly translucent strings of light drip from the sky. Curved clumps of white steadily drift across the upside-down sea of a vast blue. This familial picture I'm currently walking through reminds of Todoroki yet again, and the brutal ways in which I had initially confronted him.
You were hotter than the blistering heat waves in the summer. Your curves were more perfect than any bundle of white aimlessly meandering through the sky. But you've been dead for two years. Despite that, I still can't move on. Sure, I guess I have Shitty Hair and his gang, as well as damn ol' Deku there for me, but none of them are you.
Finally wheeling my ass into the 3-A classroom, roughly half the class is here and chatting amongst themselves until they see me plod through the door. Upon hearing the sound of the door sliding open, they jerked their heads towards me, which is likely due to the fact that we have the incoming newbie to the class. I pay them little mind, walking over to Deku as he approaches me with his shitty little grin.
"You grow more freckles over the break?" I smirk at him nefariously, tracing my index finger over a cluster of his ridiculous freckles.
Flushing with red, Deku's lips arch into a perplexed, awkward squiggle of a line. "N-No... At least, I don't think so. Gosh, now you're making me self-conscious!" He buries his pale face into his hands, which are littered with rigid brown scars.
Honestly, the way he pouts and heats up with a pinkish red on his cheeks whenever I cunningly tease him is adorable, but I have absolutely no incentive to open the door to another relationship yet. Besides, my heart belongs only to Todoroki, and the last time I checked, the damn nerd was never Todoroki. On top of that, I can see the ravished sheen in his eyes when he's around Round Face. Furthermore, a sack of shit like me is condemned to spontaneously combusting any relationship I find myself in. Oh, and even better is the thought of the person I devote myself to being torn from my arms, and the ceaseless, undying memories of them cutting into my heart like jagged shards of melting glass.
"Aside from that, though," Deku continues, gulping as his jaded eyes stare into mine, "how are you doing?" As he says this, he inspects my figure and frowns. "Y-You look thinner. Kacchan, I thought we made—"
I press the palm of my hand over his lips and narrow my eyes. "Tch. I'm still stickin' to it," I whisper as he unceremoniously throws his arms around my waist. "H-Hey!" I bark, shoving the clingy-ass nerd off of me as my teeth poke through my lips like fangs. "Goddammit... Are you trying to attract an audience? Whatever. Listen to me, Deku. I'm speaking the truth when I say I only skip when I forget, and that happens to be all the damn time." As he opens his mouth to speak, I interject him before he can preface anything. "You, of all the people here, should damn well know—"
The classroom door slides open again, the distinct brushing of a hard, smooth surface along metal ringing out. Walking in through the door is a student I don't recognize, so I assume him to be Reitou Kirotoshi. He's tall and rather slender, having quite a feminine figure. His hair is a platinum white, gleaming as if its composition is primarily a gleaming metal or precious mineral. A rectangular pair of glasses lay over his eyes, which, upon closer inspection as he draws himself into the classroom, are a cold saffron hue. Dangling around his neck is a royal blue scarf; the ends look as if they've been dipped in liquid gold. On his left wrist is a silver watch, which is fairly sized. Shielding his hands are a pair of white gloves—they aren't surgical gloves, and they seem to be a custom design.
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