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      Something crisp filled the air. Falling leaves crunching beneath the passing pedestrian's feet. The chatter of the early morning groups walking through the streets. It's a nice fall day full of hope and promise. Except for when you're struggling through said crowds to reach the station on time.
They pushed and shoved, all rushing to get to work. You didn't want to be late for school so you sped up your pace, pushing forward. Practically skipping down the stairs. Racing trains coming in and out. You arrived onto the platform just on time as the last call for boarding for your train rang out; Springing through the doors right before they closed. People pack door to door like sardines leaving you to cuddle up to a pole in the middle of the chaos.

Students scampered through the large front doors. They rifled through lockers exchanging their shoes and conversing quietly with one another. You opted to ignore the sounds, untying and lacing up your shoes before going to homeroom. More people skittered past, en route with you, yet moving at much quicker, more lively pace. They continued to talk in the full classroom. The bell had not rung as they loitered around from desk to desk, paying no mind to you. You simply sat down with books at the ready, wishing to be home. Last nights return to sleep had, thankfully, been less dream-filled but plenty more restless. Tossing and turning beneath the sheets helplessly, flopping around like a fish out of water.
The small buzzing within your backpack turned your head. Reaching you pulled it out to find a text notification.

Mom
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Mom

Mom
Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry I couldn't see you this morning. There was a lot of work that needed to be done.
Please stay safe and have fun at school.
Love you, Mom. 😊

Me:
Love you too 🥰

      You softly smiled before shoving the device back into its pocket. More lonely sitting ensued before the final bell rang out, beginning first period.

Everything just passed so quickly before your eyes and suddenly groups of your classmates began to pull out various lunches. Realizing it's time to eat, you did as well. The bunches of groups in class once again formed to chat and you stayed lonely, shoveling pieces of rice into your mouth. Suddenly a pair of hands slammed across your desk.
      "Earth to Y/n. You in there?" Looking up, the sharp, deep-rooted tone belonged to one Miyamoto Shinya, AKA one of your few friends in school. He waved his hand sporadically in front of your face.
      "Yeah, yeah. I hear ya, pretty boy."
      Shinya aggressively took a seat. "Awe, you think I'm pretty." You struck a hard blow to his shin. "Ow! Fuck!"
      A sarcastic smile shot his way and you continued eating.
      "Jesus, sorry."
      There wasn't much extravagant about Shinya. His hair was normally an unkept, wave of orange and his skin was a honey toned as most boys in the class. There were small spots littering his face and chub where you'd expect it. Yet, somehow, almost every single girl in school was in love with him. They had convinced themselves he was a rebellious, bad boy, who defied his rich parents strict morals and smoked weed or something stupid like that. He really was the exact opposite. A kind young man, with an interest in criminal investigation and one too many rock collections. His parents also happened to be some of the nicest and most chill people you've ever met. He is also an absolute dumbass, but in a friendly way. The stories were all pretty laughable.
"You saw him last night, didn't you." It was less of a question and more of a statement. It caused you to look up
"Huh?"
Shinya nonchalantly ate his food. "Your dark circles are worse." Ever the observant he was.
"I didn't see him, I just couldn't sleep is all."
"You're lying." His face still remained calm and focused on the food in front of him.
      "I hate you, y'know that."
      "Mhm." Finally he turned and looked you dead in the eyes. "What was it this time?"
       "Nothing bad, actually. Just sort made me sad."
       "Mm. Have you had any other dreams over the weekend?"
       Jeez, Shinya sounded like a therapist. " No. Only last night's." You settled your utensils down. "Can we talk about something else? Please?"
       He obviously noticed your mood but kept with it. "You still avoiding wearing your own clothes?"
       "Seriously Shin?"
       "That's a yes."
       "Why does any of this matter? Can't we just enjoy lunch?"
Turning to you, Shinya placed down his chopsticks and bore holes into your soul. "It matters because you told me you hadn't had an uncontrollable dream in months and suddenly your bags could carry TV's and you're not focusing at all. I'm concerned."
"Just because you can read my emotions doesn't make you my damn therapist, Shinya. You're my friend and right now your duty as a friend should be to make me laugh with lighthearted conversation, not psychoanalyze me! So, I'll ask you again. Can we please stop talking about this?"

       The small buzzing from your bags pocket had been persistent since you walked out the school gates. It was annoying to say the least. You struggle with the straps, fishing the phone out of its hiding place. Upon the screen was a flood of notifications. Most were from Monoma, who was screaming about some sort of something that happened to him at school. One stood out though.

Todowoki
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Todowoki
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