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"hehe, were you worried~?"
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y/n tightly gripped the fence as their abnormal teacher, koro-sensei, instructed the class 3-e boys in a baseball disguise. it would be a lie that she wasn't worried for her friends, especially nagisa, who had gotten an accident on his knee during the game and sat on the benches.
i hope the girls are doing alright. yes, y/n was never a basketball person, and when she politely declined in playing with the girls, she instead went ahead and watched the match of the boys, one for which their teacher had practiced the hell out of.
y/n was not a very violent and angry person, but the silent whispers she heard from the main campus students made her want to shout at them to shut up.
"haha, they'll obviously end up losing!"
"the e-class scum deserve that anyway."
"haha, why are they even alive?"
before y/n could lose her shit and shout at them all, isogai came from nowhere and gripped her shoulder. "i-isogai-san?!"
"y/n, koro-sensei wants to talk to you," he whispered in her ears, which of course, karasuma had heard from beside her, while the confused english teacher (who y/n actually liked) continued reading the baseball rule book.
y/n made her way into the field, earning a few glares from the opposite team, obviously thinking if they were gonna sub-in a girl in place of a boy. the h/c quickly gulped down a lump in her throat, trying her best to ignore the stares from her opponents, isogai shielding her body with his to ease her stress.
once she reached the benches, she nodded at her male classmates and turned her attention to the ball that sat on the benches, in nagisa's hand. "nagisa, please tell me you weren't hurt badly." the boy flashed a kind smile at her to ease her worry.
"it's just a scrape y/n-san. don't worry." the h/c nodded and shifted her attention to the ball, taking it out of her male friend's hands and held it gently in her palms.
"y/n-san, can you play baseball?" y/n nodded, recalling her baseball games with her father when she was young, an activity her father forced her to do to seize the h/c out of her room from her sketchbooks and face reality.
"the basics only, and i'm really bad at pitching..." the koro-ball turned red with a circle on his face.
"that's fine y/n-san. can i ask you to sub in for nagisa-kun? iv'e already spoke with the principal, and he allowed." a big lump formed in her throat, but she nodded nonetheless, since she for once, wanted to be helpful for her classmates since she was already really bad at assassination.
