The weather can be fickle, Arashi Shirakumo knows that better than most.
When she joins Class 1-A, she expects life to be much of the same, everchanging bullshit. Simple in it's monotony.
Reality is anything but simple however, and she finds herself...
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The seats next to her seem to burn holes into Arashi's eyes each morning when she glances at them, expecting them to be filled already. She's about to lose hope until she enters class one day, to find her classmates all chatting with each other, opposed to the little groups they found themselves in.
"Like today today?"
"What other today could it be idiot?" Arashi's well aware of the bickering between Denki Kaminari, and Ejiro Kirishima, an old classmate of hers in middle school. More often than not, Arashi finds herself entering the classroom to Kirishima hitting Denki over the head with something. One day it's a binder, the next it's a ruler. How Kirishima managed to find a stapler Arashi has no clue, but just yesterday that was used to whack Denki over the head after he asked what a simp was.
Today, Arashi didn't see anything flying at the bolt boy's head so Arashi figured Kirishima had already ran out of things to hit him with, which was a tad disappointing. She was genuinely curious how far they would go for this bit...if it was a bit at all remains to be unseen.
Either way, Kirishima continues with a shake of his head, "I swear you never fuckin' listen dude. The chicks joining our class as of today." Chick? Who was the new girl joining them? Arashi's suddenly aware that she's sat alone in the back of the room this entire time, having a new person meant someone being in her space. She felt...a little grouchy at the thought of it.
She sat down in her seat just as the bell rung, and laid her head down and sighed, looking in front of her. Arashi was just lucky she was tall enough to kind of see over the guy in front of her, Sato's, head. He was slumped a bit forward today, Arashi thinks he was asleep when she passed by him. Not too far fetched really, when the guy wasn't eating something, he was taking a nap. Conserving energy or something, Arashi really wasn't paying attention.
She's not too far off from a nap herself when she lays her head atop her arms. She hadn't gotten the best sleep that night, she couldn't find it in her to actually shut her eyes for more than five seconds.
The door slamming open breaks her out of her haze thankfully. She gazes up to see Aizawa entering the room, a girl with short and wavy strawberry blonde hair following shortly after. She's looking down, not giving eye contact to anyone in the room. She looks... skittish .
"As i'm sure all of you have noticed, there's a couple empty seats at the back of the room-" Arashi feels their gaze on her momentarily as they turn back to check for the desks, thinking that they still wouldn't be here or something, Aizawa only continues when their collective gaze is back on him and the girl next to him, "We have a couple of new students joining us shortly, don't be assholes." He gestures for the girl, and when she doesn't speak up, he huffs out a breath, "This is Aria Laroux."
Aria.
She certainly fit her name. Arashi thinks of a kitten when she looks at Aria, curled in on itself, eyes squeezed shut. She didn't look, weak or frail per-say, Arashi can see the muscle under the uniform, hugging her ankles and biceps. She looked like she had more of a swimmers build, or one of a dancer, Arashi wasn't entirely sure.
