Itsumi Midoriya viewed the world differently opposed to her brother's beliefs. She never really found the admiration for heroes, nor did she see the greater good. To put it simply, her mind was something different.
People always noticed her offsett...
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THIRD POV THE DAY PASSED quickly for Itsumi as she kept herself busy with school assignments. So, by the time the last bell rang, the green haired girl swiftly walked through the crowd of bustling students. Her crimson gaze glanced around her as she studied the small groups of people - friends. She never had any, but that never bothered her. The girl liked to keep to herself, never having the intent to share her life with measly nobodies.
Scoffing, Midoriya crossed through the school's courtyard and through the front of the school, towards the bus stop. Today she began with her market shift before doing a shift at the diner. It was a pretty routine job. Whether she worked as a cashier, or if she needed to stock items, or if she unpacked the shipments for inventory, it just depended on what her boss wanted her to do that day.
After brushing past the last of the students, Itsumi stands at the stop in front of the high school. From there, it's a straight shot to the market just ten long blocks. As she's waiting patiently, ignoring the other students around her, the girl suddenly feels someone stop next to her.
Glancing to the left, her crimson gaze meets a fellow peer. His name is Jinsang Wen. Basically the high school's heartthrob, good looking, charming, smart, but also popular. Itsumi never cared for him - or anyone at the school. Nobody interested her in a romantic way.
Either, they were all dimwitted neanderthals or awfully arrogant which disgusted her. But, Jinsang, he was painfully boring, the cliche of heartthrob - not interesting in her eyes.
"Hey, Midoriya, nice seeing you," the sandy blond and brown eyed boy said to the shorter girl.
"Wen," she simply greeted.
"So, I was thinking. Since you're this year's top student and a shoo-in for class valedictorian, and me being the school's most popular student, why don't we get to know each other better. You know, like, a date, with me," he suggested, giving her his signature smirk that usually makes girls weak in the knees.
"Mmm, pass," Itsumi answers immediately, uninterested and boredly.
Wen's brown eyes widen, startled at the answer. "W-what?"
"I said, pass. Like no. Zero chance. Absolutely not. Like, no chance in hell. Face it, Wen, I have zero interest in you or in your charms. You simply bore me, and the only reason you are showing interest in me is because you want to raise your reputation and have the chance for nominated senior royalty," she explains, not looking at him and just watching the passing traffic.
"I don't know where you got that idea, Midoriya. I actually really like you," Wen tries to excuse.
"The answer is still no. I don't like you. You draw too much attention. And, please, don't try to lie, I can see right through you," Itsumi responds, this time turning her attention on him. Her crimson eyes narrow into a sharp glare, showing that she's not one to take his shit.
