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𝙮/𝙣'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫 <3
' you're a lifesaver ' kaminari mouthed as he ran back to his seat with his newly copied homework. i gave him a thumbs up in response, shaking my head at the amount of times in a single week he copied my homework.
" hey, y/n ! did you get much training done over the weekend? " uraraka spoke, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. " uh, yeah, a little. did you? " the girl nodded her head in response. she explained to me the events of her weekend, something about running out of brown sugar? my mind drifted as she spoke.
"y/n ! " a have waving in front of my face grabbed my attention and dragged it by the hair out of my thoughts. "yeah? when did you get here midoriya?" izuku lowered his hand back to his side and looked at me worriedly. "are you alright, y/n? you really spaced out there.." ochaco looked at me with the same look as midoriya.
i forced a small smile and rested my chin on my palm. "yeah, just haven't been sleeping well lately." i responded to the concerned girl. it was true, i kept waking up to weird noises in the middle of the night. usually i went back to sleep, but last night was different. no matter how much i had tossed and turned and counted hero's, i couldn't fall back asleep. i left my dorm about an hour after waking up, and decided to go on a walk. it helped a little, because by the time i got back i was able to get back to my room and doze off for a few minutes before it was time to go to class.
izuku frowned at me, "i'm sorry about that, y/n." i waved it off, replying with a simple "it's nothing" before looking out the window and zoning out again.
once again i was hair-dragged out of my thoughts by the slam of books on a desk. i blinked a few times before looking behind me to see bakugo sitting there, per usual, but something seemed different this morning. he seemed... angrier? now, don't get me wrong, bakugo is the most angsty, irritable person i've ever met, but he was smoking. literally. his hands were smoking. my eyes widened in confusion, but hell of i'm gonna ask "hey bud, i know you despise me, but do you need a hug?"
"kacchan? uh, are you alri—" midoriya was cut off by bakugou's explosions sparking from his fists "SHUT THE HELL UP DEKU IM FINE!" he screamed, before huffing and looking down at his desk.
izuku and i made eye contact, i shrugged at the scared boy as mr. aizawa groggily stepped into the classroom.
— time skip brought to you by recovery girls kisses 😙
"shit.." mr aizawa had given us some sort of written quiz, which was unusual for him. personally, i think it was just so he could get a nap in before bed. "pst." the mans need for sleep must have something to do with his quirk right? or maybe he's just sad? damn, we should get aizawa into a ther—
"hey! dumbass!" a voice whisper yelled from behind me. i turned around to look at an annoyed bakugo, who held a broken, slightly singed pencil in his hand. i looked back to his face. then to the pencil. then to his face, before shaking my head and grabbing a pencil off my desk and placing it on his. "tch."
