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daysswithyou · 5 years

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Fallen Chapter 10: Used to you

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Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Genre: angst, fake dating, high school romance, fluff, romance

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After the basketball finals, you and Esther both became regulars at their basketball training sessions. Or rather, Esther became a regular, and you got dragged along with her rather unwillingly. --- Esther throws her stationary into her pencil case the moment your homeroom teacher Mr Kim dismisses the class, stuffing all her personal belongings into her bag under a record of one minute. "Are you running away from something? Why are you so fast?" "To be exact, I'm running towards someone." "And that person would be?" "Jae. Basketball training starts in 30 minutes so I've got a short window of time to eat with him." "Alright, go on to meet your lover boy." You laughed as you whispered those words to Esther, turning back to face the Math question at hand. "Join me for their basketball trainings." "Oh no, I'd rather not. Sports isn't really my kind of thing." "It's a statement, not a question. Pack your bags now and let's go!" With that, Rachel began to take it upon herself to help you pack, shoving your stationary into your pencil case. "Wha- I never said I was going!" Shouldering your bag just as you said the last word, Esther left the classroom in a flash, leaving you to chase after her as she took off down the hallway. ---

That was how you found yourself trailing after Jae and Esther into the basketball court, using Jae’s taller frame to hide yourself whilst attempting to run away at the same time. Esther maintains a tight grip on your bag strap so it was impossible to break free and eventually, you gave up when Jae announces your arrival.

“Yo Kang! Don’t bother calling your girl, she’s here.”

On cue, Jae and Esther step to the side to reveal you at the back, and you get the best view of Brian’s reaction from the moment he knows you’re here, to the moment he finally sees you.

He snaps his head up when he hears Jae’s voice, his fingers just hovering above the dial icon beside your name. His eyes grow wide as his eyebrows shoot up, turning his body around frantically to find you. When he finally sees you, everything else fades out, and all you can see is him, each moment now moving in slow motion.

Both of you lock eyes instantly, and he immediately breaks out into a wide smile, his eyes turning into curves. Still grinning, he stands from his seat and you feel your breath hitch as he gets closer and closer. You memorise his every move as he makes his way over, from the way his hair bounces up and down to the way his hands swing out at a precise angle. When he finally stands in front of you, that’s when everything becomes a little clearer, and you start to notice every little thing about him that you have never bothered to know about before. Small strands of hair are now sticking out from his bed of hair due to the running before, the crinkles in his eyes showing; you count two lines on his right eye and one of his left. He can’t stop the wide smile on his face, trying to hide his teeth to seem normal, but then showing them again just because he cannot contain his excitement upon seeing you. He soon expresses his excitement verbally, causing you to blush from his comments.

��Oh! You’re here! I was just about to call you before Jae came in, hoping that you’ll still be in school. I’m happy that you’re here, it feels like I haven’t seen you in so long.”

You smile, shaking your head a little at his exaggeration. It has only been two days since he last saw you; you had lunch with the team as usual yesterday, but he was in the hospital for a checkup.

“I just saw you two days ago Brian Kang, it was not that long ago.”

But I missed you.

“Ah, really? I must have forgotten then, been spending too much time in the hospital.”

Brian Kang knew that he probably seemed like an overly excited puppy at this point in time, and he was trying his best to seem normal by not smiling widely. Yet, he just really couldn’t keep his excitement in, the corners of his lips still lifting up slightly as he continued to look at you.

Likewise, you found it hard not to smile at his adorable behaviour, your lips immediately curving into a soft smile as you instinctively reach a hand up to smooth the stray strands of hair back down onto his head.

Your little action caused a commotion amongst the team, the rest of the boys crowding around you to tease you about it. Wonpil was at the forefront of all the action, wriggling into your personal space before slyly asking you,

“Oh~ what was that for~”

You jump at this close proximity, retracting your hand from Brian’s hair in a flash.

“Y-Y-Ya! Don’t come so close Kim Wonpil! It’s nothing! His hair was messy so…”

“If it’s nothing, why are you so flustered Rachel?”

Wonpil leans back, folding his arms across his chest as his lips form a knowing smirk, his eyes narrowing as he raises his eyebrows at you.

You’re running out of reasons to justify your actions, and you can only continue to stare at Wonpil with eyes blown wide. Thankfully, Brian steps in front of you to shield you from Wonpil’s prying eyes, his hands closing around your wrists gently as he pulls you behind him.

“Ay cut her some slack Wonpil, it’s just a small gesture, nothing much.”

“If fixing your hair is nothing much, a…kiss should be nothing much too… right?”

“YA!”

This time, both of you jump at the same time, incredulous looks planted on your faces.

“Aish! Both of you look so cute together! Why not?”

Now, the boys are all chanting your names, egging both of you on. Glancing to Brian, you see him swallow thickly as his grip on your wrist tightens. Neither of you are making moves, but it also seems like the team will not back off until they get what they want. The pressure slowly begins to build as more eyes begin to focus their attention on the both of you, and finally Brian relents.

In a split second, Brian leans down to place a quick kiss to your cheek, before resuming his original position.

“There, I did it. Are all of you happy now?”

The boys respond with boos and frowns, some of them even going so far as to shake their heads and jerking their thumbs downwards. The crowd only dissipates when Brian begins to kick his legs at them, and he actually manages to land one on chief trouble maker Kim Wonpil, whom manages to dodge his second kick and runs off as peals of laughter escapes his lips, absolutely delighted that he managed to tease the high and mighty Brian Kang.

Brian turns back to face you with a sheepish grin once the boys are all back in the locker rooms to get ready for the training session, finding it hard to make eye contact with you now.

“I’m really sorry about that just now… I hope –”

“Don’t sweat it, they wouldn’t have stopped hounding you if you hadn’t done it.”

He lets go off your wrist to scratch the nape of his neck in embarrassment, his heart swelling at your statement, thankful that you didn’t mind the close contact.

“Let’s take a seat? Coach is going to be here any time soon.”

On cue, their coach walks in, and you can see all the boys run out from the locker room in a flash, immediately making themselves present on court and ready to receive the next set of instructions. It doesn’t take long before the boys are being sent to run rounds around the court, and do sets for physical training. Brain sits out of the entire training, his arm in a sling making him unable to play on court. You can tell that he’s itching to get on court and throw a few hoops, judging from the way he keeps rapidly tapping his leg against the floor. Hoping to turn his attention away from his inability to play, you decide to launch a series of questions at him.

“Is Dowoon doing well?”

“Oh Dowoon-ie? Yea he’s doing great actually! He catches on really quickly, and he’s got good form. We’re really lucky to pick up this gem this year.”

“Then what about Wonpil? Since he’s also a junior player.”

Brian gladly answered all the questions you had regarding basketball, using a single hand to gesture wildly at the members, pointing out their positions and specific game play to you. You listen with rapt attention, hoping to understand this sport that he has so much passion for.

And in the process, know more about Brian Kang as a person.

3 hours of official training passed as you both continued talking, and when it’s time for free play, Brian immediately rushes out on court, tackling Sungjin that has the ball in hand. That leaves you alone with Dowoon, whom makes his way over to you with two cartons of milk in hand.

Passing one to you, he said, “I wanted to give one to Brian hyung but since he ran away… you take one, noona, and I’ll take the other.”

“Thanks, Dowoon. Sit down, training must be tiring right?”

“Yea it is. It’s fun when we just get to play a game but now that nationals are over, Coach is focusing more on technique, which is really tough.”

“Brian told me you’re doing well though.”

You turn to tell him as you sip on your drink, watching his reaction closely. You know that Dowoon gets shy when he receives compliments, and you watch on eagerly to see his flustered reaction – and he does exactly what you expected him to do.

Dowoon bows his head as he opens his milk carton, smiling shyly as his ears slowly turn red.

“Ah...really?”

“Really. You’re doing great Dowoon, well done.”

You give the shy boy a pat on the shoulder to encourage him, and he glances over at you quickly before turning his head back to the front to look upon his older brothers in admiration, unsure of how to appropriately respond to your praise. It was not like you minded his lack of words – that was just Yoon Dowoon’s style. So you continued sipping on your drink nonchalantly, turning your attention back to the boys on court. In particular, one rascal with a sling called Brian Kang. He twists and dodges on court, never letting his injury stop him at any point. You continue fixing your eyes on him until captain Sungjin calls for the end of the training session, and the team dissipates. Brian makes his way back to you, reaching for the carton of milk in your hand, which you hand over without question. It seems like having lunches with him made both of you naturals at sharing food now.

The first meeting with the rest of the team was awkward but having Dowoon and Brian by your side made things less awkward. If coming for training sessions meant getting to know Brian and Dowoon better, it wasn’t such a bad proposition.

I could get used to this.

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lucacangettathisass · 3 years

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JOUST (Chapter Two)

SUMMARY: Following a mix up that would only be funny if it were happening to an anime character, my Japanese host family turns out to have only a son, who I will also be rooming with at his school, Shiratorizawa Academy. Christ knows how it could get any worse from here.

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CHAPTER LIST: One

CHAPTER TWO

I spent half the weekend asleep, trying to get my body to adjust to the new time zone and recover from jet lag, and the other half preparing for my time at Shiratorizawa.

Due to the confusion around my gender (mood), Mrs Goshiki had to call the school to arrange for me to have the right uniform, and transferred into the girls dorm. The former was easily arranged, the latter, not so much. As it turned out, there wasn’t any room, so I was to stick with the original plan of rooming with Tsutomu, in the boys dorm.

“I’m sorry honey, nothing can be done.” She said, shaping onigiri for lunch.

“It’s fine.” I assured her, watching her hand movements closely and doing my best to mimic her. “It happens.”

“I’ll look out for her mum, don't worry!” Tsutomu said.

“Them.”

It was only in the silence that I realised what I had said. ‘Shit.’

“Huh?” Tsutomu looked at me, equal parts curious and confused.

“I...I would prefer it if you used they them pronouns for me.” I replied quietly, turning my attention back to the clump of rice in my hands.

“Oh ok. I’ll look out for them mum!”

The jet lag had clearly gotten to me worse than I thought if the desire to cry was anything to go by.

In the months leading up to the exchange program, I studied pictures of Shiratorizawa, memorising as much of the school as I could, as a way to prepare myself. As it turns out I really shouldn’t have bothered, as nothing could have truly prepared me for its size and, most of all, it’s atmosphere.

It truly felt as grand as it looked, far too good for the likes of me, to the point where I felt like I had to apologize for being there. From the large, imposing

Nevertheless, I thanked Mrs Goshiki and waved goodbye before following Tsutomu to the boy’s dorm, this time carrying my bags myself but I suspected that was only because Tsutomu had his own.

Even though I did my best to focus on what was in front of me and memorize the route to the dorm, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering, gazing at the impressive and imposing buildings, the sign posts, the horses. It was becoming more and more clear why Shiratorizawa was such a well respected school.

Hopefully, the school would accept my silent reverence, and take pity on me during my time here.

“Since we’re first years we’re on the first floor of the dorm.” Tsutomu explained, opening the door for me and ushering me through. “We’re down here, on the right. 108.” He practically threw the door open, walking in with no fanfare and throwing his bag onto what I quickly saw was the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.

I entered after him, closing the door with my foot as I took in the room.

It was certainly big enough for two teens, with separate closets, desks, and dressers, and even a decent amount of floor space, with a bathroom just on the left. How was it possible for a high school dorm room to be better than my bedroom back home?

“Did you want the top or bottom bunk?”

I looked back at Tsutomu and shrugged. “Not fussed, either or.”

“I’ll take top then.” He opened up the closet on the left and began to put his clothes away. “Must suck to pack and then unpack, then do it all over again.”

“It’s fine, there are worse things.” I followed Tsutomu’s lead. “How strict are the uniform rules here?”

“Pretty strict.” He replied, haphazardly hanging up clothes, with no real sense of organization, at least to me. “You can’t wear any jewelry, and anything you wear in your hair has to be school colours. But you only have to wear it during class and club activities and stuff, otherwise you can wear what you like.”

“No jewelry?” I glanced down at the bag that contained my jewelry box, and I felt my heart sink. I knew that this was a possibility of course, but I still felt a little sad, even if I would be able to wear them outside of school hours.

“Yeah, it kinda sucks, but that’s the rules.” He shrugged, before going to explain more about the school’s rules, which were rather similar to my old school’s rules, all of which essentially boiled down to two things: don’t make the school look bad and behave yourself. Easy, considering how well practiced I was in both of those things.

We had to leave half of our stuff still unpacked to be able to get me to the school office so I could get my ID and schedule, and along the way Tsutomu pointed out the communal laundry room. It was then that he paused. “Do...do you think you’ll be OK, doing your laundry with guys?”

“I’ll make do.” I assured him. “I imagine the other guys will have some trouble adjusting though.” I had already taken note of almost a dozen guys who did double takes as they watched Tsutomu and I, bewildered and trying to figure out just what the hell is going on.

“Well like I said, if you have any issues, just let me know! It’s my job to-”

“Look out for me. I know.” In truth, it was rather endearing, seeing how seriously Tsutomu took his new role. I imagined that this is what it was like to have an older brother, which was an odd thought to have since we were the same age. But still. It felt nice.

After some more confusion at the front desk, as apparently not everyone had been updated on the fact that I was not in fact a boy, Tsutomu and I went straight to homeroom as we looked over my schedule.

“Looks like we have the same classes!” He said excitedly, pulling out his own schedule to compare. “The only difference is our last two periods. I didn’t know you were taking music and French.”

I shrugged. “I enjoyed them back home so I figured I would stick with them.” I already knew I would be struggling with the other classes, so it would give me some comfort to know that there would be at least a couple classes that I would be able to handle.

“Goshiki!”

We both pause and turn towards the source of the voice, seeing a middle aged man with tan skin, closely shaved dark hair, and glasses, wearing a tracksuit approaching us. “Good morning Goshiki.”

“Good morning coach!” Tsutomu bowed respectfully, gesturing to me as he stood back up. “Coco, this is Mr Saito, he’s one of the coaches for the volleyball team! Coach, this is Coco, the exchange student my family is hosting.”

Coach Saito gave me a quizzical look as I bowed, before turning back to Tsutomu. “I uh, I thought your family was hosting a boy?”

“There was a mix up with the paperwork.” Tsutomu explained. “Did you need something coach?”

Coach Saito still seemed a little surprised, but quickly moved on. “We have a practice match after school today with Tohoku University’s men’s volleyball team.”

Immediately Tsutomu’s entire face lights up, like he had just won the lottery. “No way! Really?!”

“Really.” Coach Saito smiled fondly. “And Washijo wants you in the starting line up.”

If Tsutomu’s face was a light before, it was now the sun. “I’ll do my best sir!”

“Wait, are you guys seriously playing a university team?” I asked, more than a little confused. “Is that even fair?”

“Remember when I said that we’re the best high school team in the prefecture?” Tsutomu said. “Well that means we can’t practice with the other high schools around here, we’re just too good, so we have to look elsewhere for matches, including universities.” He said it all with immense pride, despite being one of the newer members of the team. If it had been anyone else, it would’ve come off as arrogant, even irritating. But the sincerity and excitement in his voice softened everything, made it less irksome somehow. “Hey! You should watch us! It’ll be great, you’ll be able to see how good we are!”

I hesitated, glancing between Tsutomu and Coach Saito. “I don’t know, I might not be able to follow along.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything you need to know!” He patted my back encouragingly, turning back to Coach Saito. “I’ll see you after school, coach!”

“See you then Goshiki.”

I barely had time to utter a goodbye to Coach Saito before I was led away by Tsutomu, who didn’t hesitate before infodumping about volleyball. I tried my best to keep up, but half of it completely flew past me and I could only nod along as we continued down the hallway. A part of me was still preoccupied with the fact that a team of high schoolers would be facing off against actual, fully fledged university students. No matter how good they’re meant to be, it still sounded very unfair. Yet, it also piqued my curiosity, as surely it wasn’t every day that a university sport’s team was approached to play against a high school team, and I figured it would be even rarer that said university team would accept. It was certainly interesting, to say the least.

“Alright alright, you’ve twisted my arm.” I said, with some real fondness. I looked up at Tsutomu and smiled. “I’ll watch you guys play. It sounds interesting.”

Tsutomu stopped, right in front of a classroom door, as he stared down at me with a look of shock. It was as if he hadn’t really expected me to say yes. Regardless, his face broke out into that wide, sunny smile again. “Great! You won’t regret it!” He sounded giddy, entering the classroom with me tailing behind. “The other guys on the team are really cool too, I think you’ll like them! Hey, I sit here so sit next to me!”

I followed his suggestion, sitting between him and the large window as I put my bag on the desk, pulling out my stationery in preparation for the class.

“In fact, I think Semi Senpai takes music too.” Tsutomu said absentmindedly. “He could help you with some stuff!”

I found it awfully bold that Tsutomu assumed his, well our, upperclassman would want to spend his time assisting an exchange student in any subject, but it was a nice thought, and another indication of Tsutomu’s positive outlook, if nothing else.

Before he could go on the bell rang, sending other students either flying out the door to get to their actual classes, while the rest took their seats and got ready in anticipation of the teacher’s arrival, which occurred within a minute of the bell.

“Good morning class, I hope you’re all ready to learn today.” The teacher, a pale, middle aged man with dark, shaggy hair, said, sounding somewhat rueful. “And if not, well, a little late now.” He opened up his laptop, tapping away for a few moments before looking back up. “We have an exchange student from New Zealand with us. Would you like to introduce yourself?”

The class buzzed, almost all of them looking directly at me.

Reluctantly I stood up, turning to face the class and bowing. “My name is Cody Smith, but you all can just call me Coco. It’s nice to meet you all.” I said formally. “I look forward to my stay here.” I hastily sat back down, looking right ahead, trying to ignore what was being said.

“I expect all of you to make Miss Smith feel welcome.” The teacher said, voice raised to be heard over the chatter which quickly died back down. “I’m Mr Ito, your homeroom teacher. If you need anything, just ask. Now, onto today’s announcements.”

#haikyuu x oc #haikyuu fic #dark haikyuu #hqcorenet #haikyuu writing #fic: joust

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realitykeeper · 6 years

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the path to tomorrow

01 ｜ Dracula

an mha / bnha fanfiction

Quirkless: a very uncommon term in today’s world. 80% of the population lived with these abilities deemed quirks, a word riddled with disgusting impurity. They had taught Asuka this, trained her to one day destroy quirks and lead them on the path to tomorrow.

Asuka was quirkless, and to exist without a quirk was to be a freak. Asuka was a freak.

And they couldn’t have been more proud.

　　Asuka numbly steps through the Yūei entryway, the larger-than-life school casting a shadow over her already dark mood. She glares at the shiny windows, glares at the chattering students, glares at the perfect trees and perfect sky and perfect concrete.

　　It'd been easy to pass the exam — disgustingly so in Asuka's judgement. She'd expected better from the illustrious Yūei High. And now she was here, something she wasn't pleased about. Just being in the presence of these wannabe heroes sets a crawling itch under her skin, one she needs to claw out and string up to dry as the blood stains—

　　Asuka pins her gaze on cracks in the wall, swears they crack even more under her angry stare.

　　She focuses on her plan, on her purpose. Asuka has to learn anything and everything about her future enemies. She has to examine this generation and their quirks; the powerhouses and the dark horses. Any quirk used well was dangerous, a threat she had to get rid of, plucking the bud before it bloomed.

　　Asuka focuses on keeping her thrashing blood at a normal rate. The girl can hear her over-stimulated veins working in her ears, the sound jostling her composure and releasing images of the surrounding students covered in blood.

　　Someone mimics the pounding, echoing off the walls with equal anger and causing the students to part like the red sea.

　　She no longer holds back her thoughts as Asuka's crimson eyes stare at a marching Bakugo Katsuki. Images of digging out his sweat glands with her scalpel filling her mind, delighted at the thought of destroying the disgusting quirk he was so enamoured by.

　　She giggles. And her red eyes meet equally red, equally angry, eyes.

　　"What the fuck are you giggling at!?"

　　Asuka tilts her head, her black hair spilling over her pale face, a tantamount image to her quaking anger against her calm facade. They hold each other's eyes; red against red, Asuka's still with curiosity and Katsuki's twitching with irritation.

　　Katsuki's lack of patience becomes clear to the girl immediately. "Well!? What the fuck, you damn Dracula!?"

　　The ravenette closes her eyes, sifting through the images in her mind that call to her– plead for her to make them a reality. She hums softly and deflates, then continues walking, ignoring the boy's outbursts and taunts. Asuka assumes Katsuki will run after her and try to start a fight — a fight that she will gladly accept — but when she finds nothing thrown her way, she considers that she may have judged him incorrectly—

　　An explosion to her left proves Asuka's first theory correct.

　　"Who the fuck do you think you are!? I won't let you run away!"

　　The ravenette stares blankly in front of her, grip tightening around her bag strap as Katsuki stomps towards her. She feels his breath on the back of her shirt, hotter and a lot closer than it should be.

　　The images rush to her. A blinding slideshow of bone white and blood red and she has to stop herself from slicing Katsuki's throat and revelling in the way his life essence will cascade down his broad and, sadly, unmarked throat.

　　"Heh, not so damn smart now hey, Dracula," Katsuki jeers, all gritted teeth and hot breath.

　　She can feel his smirk burning a hole into the back of her skull, she can practically see and smell the burning charcoal camouflaged in her black hair. Her nails dig into her palm and it tethers her to the disgustingly stark and blood free corridors. She feels eyes everywhere but knows none of the surrounding students are paying any mind to her losing her goddamn mind.

　　She pivots on her heels and meets his eyes again. A deep breath through her nose sends her head spinning, and she realises she hadn't been breathing and the smell of disinfectant and perfume — and is that sweat? — was making her nauseous. Asuka takes another breath before speaking. "If I'm Dracula, then you're Explodo-Boy." The girl hears the blond choke at the name but she's already continuing. "Also, did you forget to wash this morning? You reek of sweat."

　　The silence that appears seems like a pause in time and Asuka doesn't know whether or not she should feel relieved that she can hear the chattering of students instead of her own thoughts. Then the growl that escapes vice-like teeth snaps them back in time, makes Asuka focus on the veins trying to escape Katsuki's red neck, makes her think of the delicious things she can do to that neck. And Asuka is back at square one, trying to black out the red, but it was so hard when Katsuki's fury filled crimson met hers.

　　"You bitch... It's a part of my quirk... Just 'cause you're fuckin' older doesn't mean you get to treat me like shit!"

　　Asuka blinks, genuine confusion escaping from her dark mind and replacing the slight amount of intelligence she held. "Older? But I'm– I'm the same age as you..."

　　Katsuki stills, his gaze shifting from Asuka's eyes to the top of her forehead and she realises with a start she's been looking down at the boy this entire time, her height standing over his. It makes a genuine giggle rise from her, a mixture of amusement and cocky glee somehow squirming around her anger.

　　But then Katsuki's entire face fills with that exquisite red and that excited anger is back with a vengeance. The buried childlike side of her likens him to a tomato with blond vines — an amusing sight, truly — smoke wafting from his obnoxiously large hands as splutters of broken speech spill from his forever gritted teeth. "Y-you... You fuckin'–!"

　　Asuka breathes, holds onto that amusement and drowns her anger in it and sighs as the images sink into a murky depth. "You effing Dracula, right?"

　　"What? Too good to curse?" Katsuki sneers, tilting his head back as if to glare down at her, his blazing crimson trying to stoke her dwindling red.

　　The girl smirks with dead eyes, her voice silk on the tense air. "Hardly."

　　Katsuki narrows his eyes at Asuka's retreating form. He notices the lack of swaying in her stride, her entire figure keeping its straight posture. The ravenette looks unnatural amongst the carefree composure's of the surrounding teens, deftly swerving around the babbling groups without them batting an eye as if they don't notice her.

　　The blond squeezes his lips together into a grimace. He doesn't like her. She's all glowing skin and sparkling teeth and malicious intent. It oozes out her entire being like invisible tar, all-encompassing and suffocating. He can't help but to compare her to a snake with its shiny scales camouflaging its danger.

　　He considers that maybe Dracula wasn't the right name to give her. But it's stuck now, and Katsuki wouldn't allow himself to look like a fucking idiot because of a damn nickname.

　　The blond lets her walk off with that lifeless smirk still plastered on her pale face. He didn't like the way she makes his fight-or-flight response jump at her every word, it made him want to blast at her face and run.

　　And Katsuki doesn't like running.

　　Katsuki doesn't like Asuka.

　　The muted clacking of Asuka's shoes becomes her clock against the internal concert of screaming thoughts. She holds onto it with a vice-like grip, allows it to shackle her to reality as she tries to busy herself in the free time she begins to dread.

　　35... 36...

　　The girl had occupied her mind by memorising all the many, many, hallways in Yūei's vast building and the routes to all her classrooms. Next she planned the best escape routes for each moment in her daily schedule in-case she was ever caught — not that she believes that will happen.

　　49... 50...

　　Despite her barely there sanity, Asuka feels confident she knows the school's layout as she meanders to her homeroom, her hold on the clack-clacking becoming desperate without a distraction.

　　60... And 1—

　　A single step into her classroom and she walks into someone, her height not saving her nose from the paralysing sting of knocking into someone's head straight on.

　　Asuka curses and holds her nose as her eyes close instinctively, her clock and thoughts hiding behind the haze of pain that spreads through her whole face, as nose injuries disgustingly do. She silently damns the culprit — why the hell did they stand in the door!?

　　"I knew you fucking cursed, Dracula."

　　Asuka stills, narrowing her eyes against the pain. The tops of her hands becoming the new subject of her glare. The thoughts steamroll back and if Asuka thought the god's hated her before, oh she was damn sure of it now. That didn't stop the girl from hoping and praying. There was no way she was in Katsuki's class, no way—

　　And there he is, sitting at a desk she assumes is now his, his feet crossed on said desk in a way that can only spell arrogance with that violent grin on his face.

　　"And I'm sure my response was 'hardly', or are your ears numb from all those explosions," Asuka drawls, finally pulling her hand away from her face. She straightens herself to her full height and pulls a blank stare onto her face as she steps towards his desk.

　　Her indifference pushes one of Katsuki's many, always pressed, buttons. "You—!" He plants his feet on the floor, ready to stand and start round two—

　　"Ah! That curly hair!"

　　Katsuki and Asuka blink a brief show of flashing red, then they both turn their gazes to the voice. A short girl stands where Asuka was just before, peppy and bright as she looks at the nose-knocker in happiness.

　　Uraraka Ochako, Asuka is sure that's the girl's name, she had an interesting gravity nullifying quirk. Asuka has to admit she felt disgustingly impressed.

　　"The plain-looking boy!" Ochako gushes, babbling on about how he got in and other things Asuka tunes out. She focuses more on the 'plain-looking boy' instead, or as she has dubbed him, Nose-Knocker.

　　Midoriya Izuku, a real pain in the ass already. He'd gotten quite a few glares during the exam briefing for being a muttering mess, but those glares quickly grew to praises after the exam. When Asuka arrived at the Academy's entrance on her way out, all she heard was his name and about his amazing quirk! It disgusted her, especially so when she couldn't find any information on his quirk whatsoever! It's like he never recorded it, which is illegal!

　　Not that the girl ever cared about things being illegal, but that wasn't the point.

　　"If you're here to socialise, then get out."

　　Asuka feels her already shot nerves run from each other and she almost jumps out of her own skin at the sudden voice. The girl turns to stare at the perpetrator, presenting a blank face, pushing down the glare that was begging to come up, and the images that go with it.

　　And oh she was glad she didn't glare. Asuka may not care about much, but even she understood glaring at your homeroom teacher on the first day wasn't a good idea, especially when he's the pro-hero Eraserhead.

　　Though, the sleeping bag he cocooned himself in on the floor wasn't doing him any favours, intimidation wise.

　　Asuka's judgemental thoughts immediately shut up when Aizawa stands up and looms over her as the girl realises that her teacher is taller. She growls a subdued, "Disgusting."

　　"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down," He drawls, sliding out of his cocoon. "Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you?"

　　Asuka slouches, pinning her eyes to her shoes. If she wasn't on the receiving end of Aizawa's comments, she was sure she'd get along with him.

　　"I am your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota. Pleased to meet you." He gives no time for introductions as he shoves a gym uniform in Izuku's direction. "Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out onto the grounds."

　　Everyone quickly works up a fuss as Aizawa explains what they were doing: A test of everyone's quirks. Asuka would admit it was a smart move on their teacher's part if it didn't disgust her as much as it did — of course it was all about quirks!

　　Ochako quickly speaks up, "What about the entrance ceremony?! Or guidance sessions?!" She bunches her hands to her chest and her eyes stare wide and glittering.

　　Asuka scoffs, real cute.

　　Aizawa cuts off her cute act just as quickly. "No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes. Yūei is known for its 'freestyle' educational system." — He gives the class a sideways glance — "That applies to us teachers as well."

　　He lists off the standard gym tests they all would have done in middle school and the supposed "ridiculous" banning of their quirks in said tests, and as he keeps talking Asuka feels herself sink into a pit. She can practically see her classmates standing at the edge, staring down and jeering as she drowns in the dark earth. Too much dirt, too much dust!

　　Asuka grits her teeth and focuses on the shuttering sound the action makes. She was so different from them all. The girl hadn't done the tests since she was 'home-schooled' and she didn't have a disgusting quirk. She expected to feel ostracised from the other students, she knew Yūei hasn't prepared themselves for their first quirkless student, but she didn't realise how disgusting that would make her feel — she wasn't the disgusting one, they were!

　　She didn't know whether to ask if she would receive different treatment. She desperately hoped the answer was no. Just because she felt different didn't mean she wanted to be treated different, she didn't want to feel weak.

　　Asuka would prove quirks weren't the be-all and end-all.

　　"Bakugo. How far could you throw in middle school?" — right, the test, focus on the test.

　　Asuka snickers for show as Katsuki instantly rattles off 'sixty-seven metres' not surprised he has that information stored at the forefront of his mind.

　　Aizawa throws a ball to Katsuki. "Great," he drawls, "Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to, just don't leave the circle."

　　Katsuki keeps Aizawa's gaze for a moment, then stretches his arms with a shrug, looking pleased to show off in pure Explodo-Boy flashy style. He gives a savage grin at Aizawa's prompt and stands ready to throw.

　　His throw is as violent as him. Vicious as a yelled "Die!" rips from him. Asuka has to admit the throw was impressive as it breaks the sound barrier and causes the surrounding air to whip around them. She ignores the chatters of awe around her with rolled eyes.

　　A device in Aizawa's hand beeps and the class turn to him expectantly. "It's important for us to know our limits. That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."

　　He turns the device to them, a daunting '705.2m' glaring at them.

　　Asuka huffs as everyone squeaks about how awesome this will be. Muttering a quiet "Disgusting," to herself.

　　"Awesome... You say?"

　　Everyone freezes at their teacher's voice, holding their breaths at his tone. Asuka stands still. She knew that tone, had heard it plenty of times when she treated her training as a game. They were about to be in a world of trouble.

　　And Asuka knows she's right when suddenly Aizawa's presence alone looms over them more than his height. "You're hoping to become heroes after three years here... And you think it'll be all fun and games?"

　　There's silence as everyone is unsure how to respond. But he never gave them the chance.

　　"Right." Aizawa starts, a terrifying tone of finality in his voice. "The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless... And be expelled."

　　Asuka hears the yelling of her classmates, but she can't make out what they're saying. It all strings together a messy consonance she can't make sense of. Asuka can only hear the voice of reason in the back of her head that told her she was quirkless, and there was no way she'd be able to beat their scores. She clenches her fists, stuck between asking for special consideration and flipping off the voice.

　　There was too many noises, too many thoughts, too many reasons to plead weak or stay strong. It was too much! — please make it stop!

　　Aizawa's depraved smile cuts through their yelling and sends them reeling. "Your fates are in our hands."

　　Asuka can hear her instructors demanding she takes the weak route, whispering in her ear to do the utmost basics to get through all this, ask for as much help as possible, lower their guards until she gets what she wants. She can feel their disapproving glares at her want to prove herself, shivers as it simmers into her being like a branding iron. It causes a wire to tie around her gut and squeeze until all she wants to do is plead and yell and submit —make it stop!

　　"Welcome. This is the hero course at Yūei High!"

　　Asuka steels herself. Blocks out the surrounding noise, the eyes and the hands on her skin. Stares at the sun until her eyes water to blind out the images in her mind — MAKE IT STOP!

　　Asuka has to choose quickly.

　　Her pride or her purpose.

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