I Wake Up Late

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Ichiki's POV

Oh, that damned alarm clock.

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙤𝙤𝙤

I'd purposely done this. Set my alarm as a song I absolutely hated and had it play on the other side of the room, so I had no choice but to stand up and turn it off. It was only 7 and school didn't start till 8:25, but usually I try to get there by 8:15 for some socialising time before school. And it only took 5 minutes to walk so what's the point of rushing?

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙙 𝙄 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙜𝙨?

𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚.

I picked up my earplugs and put on my favourites. Immediately, the slow melody for 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙐𝙜𝙡𝙮 started playing. Stepping in time to the beat, I walked out of my room to brush the fuzz off my teeth. 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙚. Looking in the mirror, I saw the deep bags under my eyes and the brown and pink mess on my head. Grabbing a brush, I brushed my hair down whilst brushing my teeth.

Still tapping my feet to the rhythm, and now dancing along, I walked to the kitchen. 𝙃𝙢𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙩, I thought as 𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 came on. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨. I headed back to my bedroom to get dressed for the school day. UA gym uniform over a mustard yellow singlet and once white sketchers. My mum and sister always asked why I would wear white shoes in an engineering room, but really, why not?

𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙜

A message popped up on my phone. It was from Mei.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧 𝙪?

Wait, what did the time say?

8 : 0 7 a m

𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙤.

She thought she was being funny, wasn't she?

Setsuko, my twin sister, thought she was an absolute comedian and was constantly pulling pranks on me.

Where's Mum?

I ran to my mum's room and screamed, "MUM! SETSUKO PLAYED WITH MY ALARM CLOCK AGAAINNN!!"

Yes, again.

Setsuko messes with one of my things on a weekly basis.

"Also, where is she?" I asked.

"She's headed to school already-"

I grabbed my bag and ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Then ran some more.

My 5 minute walk turned into a 2 minute sprint.

"SETSUKO!" I yelled in frustration.

Where Setsuko was once standing, was a blank space on the schoolyard.

𝙊𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙤 𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙠: 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚.

I was just about to yell again, when I saw something.

I'd never liked much about school, especially that Setsuko goes to the same school as me.

But there a couple of good things.

I looked over towards a small group of friends; a boy with spiky red hair, Eijirou Kirishima; a pink girl, who I believe was called Mina Ashido; a short girl with purple hair, Kyouka Jirou; an electrical boy, Denki Kaminari; Mr Ego, Katsuki Bakugou, and a boy with jagged black hair. Hanta Sero.

To me, he was the one that made it better. But he never seemed to notice me.

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚.

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Denki's POV

I  was walking towards class with Hanta, now jogging to get there before the bell.

Then I stopped. Something hit me.

"Who gonna be our teacher this yea-"

Then I opened the classroom door.

𝙊𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨.

𝙂 𝙞 𝙧 𝙡 𝙨.

There were 𝙨𝙤 many new girls in class-

Wait.

𝘽 𝙤 𝙮 𝙨.

New boys too-

"Where are the others," Hanta started as he looked around the classroom, taking in the new students and the previous years students lost.

"Did they-?"

𝙍 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂

"Okay, that was loud-" I mumbled as I walked into class to find his new seat. I was still in the second column, but this time I was in the front seat.

𝙊𝙝 𝙣𝙤. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩.

Hanta was in the second column too, but in the fourth row. He seemed to be happy that he didn't have the curse of the front chair.

Then I looked up at the board. We still had Sensei Aizawa.

"Everybody sit down," Aizawa said. "As you may have seen, some of our students have been transferred out."

I looked around and realised, 𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚.

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