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OH MY GOD I LOVE MY HERO ACADEMIA!! Todoroki is my favorite. He’s so beautiful and his personality is amazing. 
          
          Do you have any other anime’s you like?

(part 4 finale of the G note fic)
          
          “Oh..,” she said finally, and I flicked my gaze up to see her eyes running over me again, as if trying to assess me as a male this time. I felt self conscious all of a sudden in my skirt. It was mandatory and I hated it. It made me feel like even at school I couldn’t be free to express myself half the time. And the fact that most people I told still had to do a double take to make sure… it made me feel all sorts of uncomfortable. I’d received all sorts of responses. I didn’t expect her to take it well, knowing the kind of crowd she usually hung out with.
          Then she shrugged. “Well, whatever - you’re still emo. And you’re still stuck with me. Let’s hurry up and clean this classroom so we can get the heck outta here. Sound good?”
          I stopped fidgeting and met her gaze properly now. It didn’t seem judgmental at all. That easy? No way. But… I guess I wasn’t going to question it.
          I coughed, composing myself and rolling my eyes at her.
          “I’m not emo anymore. Anyway, shut up and pick your half of the classroom to clean before I throw a music stand at you.”
          She laughed again, shooting me a look I couldn’t quite figure out before smiling. “I’ll take the left this time, then. You’d better do a good job, emo boy, or else we’re both going home late today.”
          I flipped her off, turning away to clean up my side of the classroom. My heart was still racing. ...Emo boy, I thought to myself. A small smile came over my features before I could suppress it. I mean, she still hadn't stopped labelling me as emo, but it was a start. That was the gender issue out of the way, at least.
          Now if I could just stop her G noting me every single damn time I walked into the classroom…
          
          - mc and other girl here need to stop stereotyping hahah - if this was an actual full-length book, I’d totally build up the character development and backstory leading to them both learning that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover ;)

(part 3 of the G note fic)
          
          When I finally felt my heart rate slow to normal, I looked up to see her scanning the room analytically, as if assessing the havoc the students had managed to wreak in the last period. I followed where she was looking, trailing my gaze over the music sheets scattered all over the tables, pens, the whiteboard that was still covered in notes, and not to mention the music stands that were peppered around the room. Hmm, I should’ve thrown one of those at her - they’re definitely light but deadly enough to do the job, I thought to myself before remembering that violence was exactly what had landed me in here.
          Before I could chastise myself for the thought, I felt a kick at my chair and looked up to see her peering down at me. Oh, right. I had a job to do. If I did it fast enough, I could get out of here.
          
          Stretching, she turned and walked towards a music stand, starting to stack it in the corner of the classroom. “Come on, emo girl,” she said, not even turning to look at me, “Things won’t get done if you just sit and sulk.”
          I was in the middle of getting up and starting as well when I froze at her words.
          Should I say something?
          “I’m a guy,” I mumbled without thinking, not looking at her.
          There was a silence that stretched for yonks.
          “Wait, what?” I knew her eyes were wide, her lips probably falling open in a perfect ‘o’ shape. “But I could’ve sworn you-“
          I sighed. “Yeah, I was a girl then. It’s.. complicated. I’m,” I hesitated for a second, fidgeting with the hem of my uniform, “I’m genderfluid.”
          Another yonk-length silence. It was killing me.

(part 2 of the G note fic)
          
          Groaning, I resisted the urge to throw my backpack at her. “Shut the hell up, preppy. Don’t you have some cheerleading to get to or something?”
          She raised a sculpted eyebrow at me. “I would be, if I didn’t have to attend this detention with you, in case you’d forgotten.”
          I sighed and finally got up cautiously, sliding against the wall away from her. At the same time, I was watching her carefully in case she tried to play the note again. I guess it must’ve been obvious because she laughed at me, and I paused, surprised for a second at how genuine it sounded. For a girl like her, I thought she would’ve only been capable of tittering or high-pitched giggling. I guess I was wrong. Blinking, I mentally shook myself out of my haze. Ah, whatever. Forget it.
          “What?” I growled.
          “It’s just,” she said between bouts of laughter, “you look like a deer caught in headlights. Does it really affect you that badly?”
          “What the hell do you think?” I said, finally dropping down into a seat and running my fingers through my hair, trying to catch my breath. True, we were meant to start cleaning the music room, but I needed to spare myself a few minutes to recover from the torture she’d just inflicted on me. God save me. And by God, I meant Andy Biersack.

(idk how to predict how many parts my fics will split into so uh I'll just do 'part 1 of __ fic' and 'part _ finale of ___ fic' from now on)
          (part 1 of the G note fic)
          
          I opened the door to the music room while humming peacefully, only to be struck by a loud G note coming from the piano to my right, making me yelp and stumble back through the doorway. On impulse, I grabbed at my shirt, my eyes shut in pain as if I’d just been stabbed in the chest.
          When I finally opened my eyes, the girl sitting there smirked at me, getting up from the piano stool and playing the note again. And again. And again. That same damn G note.
          I wanted to murder her, but the urge to curl up in a ball and cry was more overwhelming. Even when I attempted to give her my most murderous look while struggling to breathe, she just popped her hip out and played two G notes simultaneously. I crumpled to the floor instantly, hitting the back of my head against the open door. Every single bad memory started replaying in my head. All the concerts I’d gone to. All the black. The wrist bands. The nail polish. Ah, the hair straighteners. I shuddered. A bad time.
          I gritted out at her, sitting up somewhat, “What the hell, man? You’ve been doing this every week for a month now. Can’t you just let it go now?”
          “No,” she said shamelessly, looking down at me. “Your reaction to this is entertaining no matter how many times I do it.”
          I hissed at her and her miniskirt (well, it was the school skirt, but it WAS quite short, really). The little bow in her hair. The perfect little high ponytail.
          “I can’t believe I trusted you that first day.”
          She bobbed her head, looking over her nails for a sec before looking back up at me. “Yeah, I agree. You should’ve never told me that former emos get triggered by the G note. Especially with a piano here.”

(2/2 of the showering tips fic)
          
          "Back to the subject," she drawled. "I didn't know that. There's so much stuff I don't know about showers. I've always taken lukewarm showers so what the heck? People actually turn it on full heat? Aren't they slow boiling themselves?"
          I stifled a laugh at her upside-down confused expression. "Are you kidding me? Hot, steamy showers are the best! I don't know how they do things where you're from, but here, we shower like kings," I declared smugly, shutting my laptop with a satisfying thud.
          "I mean," she continued, while swishing her long hair all over the floor from where she hung (oh, girl, you'd better use these showering tips because, ack), "Where I come from, lukewarm showers or cold showers were like, the norm." She smiled mischievously. "And anyway, according to that website, you 'kings' are the ones who're showering wrongly so.. ha."
          I rolled my eyes at her, which she obviously caught but knew was meant as a joke.
          "And where have you been living?" I asked nonchalantly.
          She shrugged, as best as a batgirl could. "Under a rock, apparently."
          
          A few moments passed before we both burst out in laughter and she finally hit the floor from her fit of giggles. Watching her swear as she got back up rubbing her head just made me laugh even harder.
          She flipped me off.
          I blew her a kiss.
          She rolled her eyes, smiling.
          And I started taking lukewarm showers just for the heck of it.
          
          - don't ask, i don't even know?? this idea just popped into my head in (surprise surprise) the shower and bam - it's here - so yeah i'm gonna leave now and come back again when i have another scenario hahah

(Context! this one's about..um.. bonding over showering tips? Idek hahah)
          (1/2)
          
          "Try to take a shower in lukewarm instead of hot water," I read out confusedly from the website. "What? That's stupid. Hot showers are- Hey, are you even listening?" I said, looking opposite the room to my friend, who was about to fall off the side of the sofa.
          I sighed. Whoever told her it was a good idea to lean backwards over it when the floor of the house was made of marble was an idiot.
          But I ignored this momentarily when she responded. "Yeah, shut up, I'm listening," she said, her hair touching the floor and her torso arched over the side. She wasn't even looking at me. I winced on impulse - that looked painful - but then again, she had always been the more flexible out of the two of us.
          I smirked. "You know, those two statements kinda contrast each other - do you want me to talk or not?"
          She turned her head and glared at me, as scary as a girl dangling precariously off a sofa, her face the wrong way up, could be. So, not that scary.

Don’t you hate skim reading a book to see if your couple gets together but it’s not cannon yet and you’re left crying internally bc it’s 2am and all that skim reading isn’t gonna help you ace your A Levels? No? Just me? Ok.
          
          - long story short i’m a mess who doesn’t know how to sleep before 2am ;-;

Btw, thanks for following me! Peace out! ^_^  

Yo! I’m working on a new lil story, which will go up on my message board as always, but boy, is it long. Possibly an 8-parter? I don’t really want to set myself a deadline, so it’ll go up when I feel like finishing it, I guess. ;) but I’m excited for it
          
          Little taster? Hmm. Okay. I can do that.
          
          ***
          
          “I mean, if proper artists can paint naked people and be seen as, well, artists, then why can’t I draw a couple sketches of nude people myself?” “After all, I’m an art student!”
          
          “I dunno, man. All I know is that I do NOT wanna see your Instagram feed suddenly turn into ‘tfw when you can’t get the nipples right, amirite’. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t, because you so would.”
          
          “Okay, fair, but nipples are actually pretty easy to draw-”
          
          “-Dude! I didn’t want or need to know that. I just want to win this goddamn chess game, so can you hurry your pretentious a** up with your painting so MY hangry a** can get us burgers for lunch already?”
          
          ***
          
          Yeah, so that’s all for now. The classic bros turned beaus, I guess? I made the artist really sassy and bratty and the best friend a swearing mass of muscles with a love for chess, topped off with glasses. So sue me if I want them to exist. They have flaws too, but I’ll highlight those later... heheh.
          
          Till next time!
          deerestbaozi
          
          PS Wow, you actually read until the end? I’m impressed. You’re gonna have good luck for the next two days for reading this far, I’m sure.