The Scent Of Insanity [KiriDeku] (Vol.2)

New Hair (1)

"Kirishima." Eijirou was sitting at his desk, in his new class. "Y-Yeah?" He turned to his friend, she was flicking a pencil up and down the slanted desk. "You're alright?" He only nodded, "I'm glad you're doing better this year." she smiled, "What do you mean?" "You always looked sad." he frowned, he didn't want to think of why.
"I mean, yeah, how could I not be?"

"But like, I'll focus on work here. Don't worry, I have nothing to make me sad again." She reached up to pat his head, "Are you gonna dye your hair, again? It's black and light already." he tensed up, "I might just cut it." he whispered, leaning on his palm. "I like it when it's black. Try it again, maybe?" "You know how I feel about it. Bad memories." "So? Just make some new memories." he took a deep breath. "I guess so. Fine, maybe."

Their new teacher was talking about something they'd all heard before. Everybody was just excited to mingle, Eijirou probably wasn't. New things usually made him nervous.
"Are you going to that guy's party?" She was hiding her phone, scrolling through her texts with somebody. "Which guy?"

"He's the guy that punched you." She started to laugh, he blushed, staring off into another direction. "Why the hell would he invite me?" "I don't know. Maybe it's an apology." she laughed, "It hurt! I got a bruise in a weird place." She tried not to be loud while laughing at him. "Okay, his party is like a start-of-a-new-school-year kind of thing, I think you should go. I don't think there will be any fights." "It sounds dumb.." He didn't like him so much, but he wasn't trying to hold anything against anyone.

"I don't think he's a good person." "He whispered, picking up a pen to scribble something onto his desk.

Izuku was waiting at the school doors, on his phone with a nervous look on his face. He was waiting for his friends, who were somehow late. They never really have been, but he'd been stalling anyways. He was okay, even though he didn't want to be back. He cleared up nothing, because most of his old friends didn't like him, and his ex boyfriend despised him. His old crush probably hated him too, his friends wouldn't talk to him either.

He tried to help himself and his reputation during the spring time, but most of the relationships were ruined. He wanted to be mad at Eijirou for that, but they were Bakugou's friends as well. He couldn't blame them, after what he did to both of them.

"Midoriya!" They both yelled with an excited look. Ochako Uraraka and Iida Tenya, they weren't exactly exciting, but he liked them. They were always happy.
He smiled brightly, waving at them. "Sorry we're late, we stopped at a store.." She was out of breath, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry." They laughed, "It's alright. Can we go inside?"

Their classroom was high up, and there were giant windows everywhere. It scared him, but the view made up for it.

"Which class is ours?" Izuku asked quietly, "It's right over here, hold on." she grabbed his wrist, he flinched as his head pounded with nervousness. It was at the end of the hallway, and it seemed to get darker, there weren't many students around.

They opened the door, trying to be quiet while walking in, the class was nearly empty. Except for a few dead looking students, and some faces he knew..
Especially the ones at the back of the classroom, they were both distracted, talking to each other rather than listening to the annoyed teacher in the front.

Izuku stared with wide eyes, looking at his new colored hair, and the look on his face. Pink and black looked good on him, even if red was still Izuku's favorite color. He put his head down after flinching, when he looked up at him. He had the same look as he did, surprised, and maybe even disappointed.

"Izuku, sit with me." Ochako whispered, he nodded, keeping his mouth shut. He sat next to the window like he did before, staring at his flushed reflection. He crossed his arms, leaning forwards, he felt like he needed to hide, and he felt disappointed. He knew that he was going to have to live with seeing the same boy's face, over and over for another year.

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