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CHAPTER ONE
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"[Y/N]!"
a loud yell leapt into [y/n]'s ear, causing the sound of a head banging on a desk to be heard from a mile away. the tired female gazed around in a hurried manner. her eyes darted around the room until they settled on a blonde boy with a couple strands of his hair being a deep shade of black.
the way he wore his school uniform, the manner in which he spoke and the smirk he wore were all signs that this boy was in fact [y/n] [l/n]'s very own boyfriend, kaminari denki.
"ah! sorry!" kaminari scratched the back of his neck at the sight of an annoyed [y/n].
half of her face was red from the desk-stunt she pulled previously.
"i guess you're forgiven." [y/n] huffed, not being able to stay angry at the teenager who sat right in front of her in homeroom.
kaminari grinned. "y'know, slamming your face on a desk when someone yells at you doesn't really say 'future pro-hero'."
"well, the face you make when you use your quirk too much doesn't really say that either, does it?" [y/n] retorted, laughing at the frown which was now worn by kaminari.
"... harsh." he sighed.
she hated to admit it, but sparky was correct. to slam your head on a desk was something anyone could do. however, becoming a superhero was not. the poor girl groaned. guess the melatonin didn't help that much after all.
but that's how every day went after [y/n] had enrolled in u.a. high. after procrastinating on work, she gradually fell behind. though pulling just one singular all-nighter managed to screw up the high school girl's sleep schedule. she even took long ass naps after school to screw it up even more.
"[y/n], just like, come creep over to my dorm. i could maybe help." kaminari flashed her a smile.
"thank you baby, but we're not allowed to." [y/n] returned the smile, pecking him on the cheek lightly.
"screw that!" kaminari wailed. "who cares if you're not allowed to. why should they tell you?"
[y/n] pursed her lip, letting out a long, dramatic sigh. "ugh, fine."
the [h/c]-haired girl watched as her energetic boyfriend began to practically do cartwheels in front of her. in his defense, he was going to have a sleepover with his favorite person. plus, maybe she'd help with his morning wood-
"after school, i'll help you get your stuff, 'kay?" he slung an arm around his girlfriend. "and i'll get you some snacks and drinks and crap like that just for you, babe."
as she sat behind kaminari, waiting for class to start, she pinched the bride of his nose behind his back.
'why do i feel like i'm going to regret this?'
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