Daily Writing (pt: 1)

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Forgive me pls but-

At André's ice-cream cart in an alternate timeline

André: *giving Adrien an ice-cream that matches Marinette* here's your ice-cream, Adrien

Adrien: *staring longingly at his ice-cream* ahh, Ladybug

*que stunned silence*

André: I could have sworn my ice-cream flavours matched miss Marinette, over there *points off to the side*

*more silence*

Adrien: *looks at his Ladybug wallpaper, looks at his ice-cream, looks at Marinette, then turns back to André* uh-

Alya, who was stood nearby: fight it Alya, it's not safe to tell the whole world your bestie might be Ladybug

It's 1.06am and I cannot sleep

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A/N - I'm sorry, but I kind of made Uraraka a bit of an ass, also a warning for slurs, you have been warned.

Chapter 2

READER'S POV:

The beginning of the day flew by quickly, and before I knew it, it was nearly lunch.

The whole class had a free period where they just stood and talked, except me. I gathered up my small amount of courage before shuffling over to Midoriya's friend group.

When I eventually got to them, I spoke.

"Is it ok if I could possibly sit with you guys during, lunch. I don't want to end up on my own." Almost everyone smiled and nodded, I looked at my green haired friend as he smiled and opened his  mouth to say something, but before he could, a small brunette who I heard was called Uraraka interrupted him.

"Of course you can, we love having mentally handicapped children sitting with us for lunch." I looked down before scrunching up my nose and unconsciously puffing out my wings.

"Oh, look, the retard knows how to understand vocal cues, how cute. Anyways, time for you to go now, buh bye." She then turned me around and pushed me. I fell, but before I could hit the ground, a pair of well built hands slipped under my armpits and hoisted me back up. Before I knew it, I was face to face with Bakugo as he asked me if I was ok. I replied with a quiet 'yes', he then told a dude with bright red hair to look after me as he walked off to go deal with Uraraka.

BAKUGO'S POV:

It was near the end of our free period and me and shitty hair were talking about some new videogame that has just come out, although I wasn't really paying attention to what he said, I was busy keeping an eye on (Y/n).

As they were talking to Deku and his friends, pink cheeks said something to them and pushed (Y/n) over. I rushed over and caught them and made sure they were ok before I headed over to Deku and his group.

When I got there, Sonic the engine legged was already berating zero gravity bitch for her behaviour.

"THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU TWO FACED BITCH?!" I yelled at her. She just turned around with a smug monama-like face and stated, "That retard should be in an asylum, not a hero academy. I'm not having it near my friends."

I snarled and went to scream at her before I felt a hand on my shoulder and a shadow was cast over the group. A low and gutteral growl sounded from behind me and Uraraka visibly shrunk into herself.

I turn around to see (Y/n) towering behind me with their wings puffed out slightly. Behind them was a panicked Kirishima.

READER'S POV:

I was ready to fight the small prick when the teacher walked up to us.

"What's going on here?" He lazily asked.

I still had my defensive stance at this point and Uraraka had the audacity to say that I tried hurting her first.

Aizawa just sighed and calmly stated,

"Quite frankly, I don't believe you, Uraraka. I've assisted (L/n) on multiple of their transition days to help them learn the layout of this school, and they would never hurt a fly unless provoked." Uraraka just scoffed at this and stomped down to the lunch room.

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Chapter 5

After a while, you made your way back to your room.

You felt overloaded and thought that unpacking the boxes around your room might help, starting with everything going on your bed.

As you ripped off the tape from one of the boxes, you thought back on the day. Why would Midoriya even do that? You thought. You know maybe he's right, it is all my fault. You thought about putting some music on to stop you from spiraling, but a knock on your door stopped you.

You opened it a bit just to find Bakugo standing there.

All you say is a quiet 'You should still be with Recovery Girl' before you try to close the door. The key word is try. Bakugo shoved his foot in the way.

"C'mon, I just want to talk to you." he spoke in a soft and quiet tone, as if he was talking to a scared animal, not a functional human being, and that's what pushed you over the edge.

You let out a low whine and rushed into your bathroom, away from anything else that could upset you.

After you lock the door, you scooched yourself as far under your sink as you could go.

You could hear Bakugo saying something, but couldn't exactly understand him. All you really knew was that he was irritating you and you needed him to leave. 

Eventually you were able to control the tremble in your voice.

"F-FUCK OFF." It came out as more of a screech than you would've liked, but it still managed to stun the blonde into silence.

A few minutes after, you could hear him scream something back about internships and school festivals accompanied with the rustling of paper before the door to your room slammed shut.

You shuffled over to the door and opened it, just to end up sitting against the doorway. You stared at the leaflet that Bakugo had left on the ground and decided to ignore it for now, the texture looking way too tacky for your current liking, as you stood up to fetch your phone. As (music of your choice, maybe even ghost, idk) started playing, you continued organising your room, a pile of used cardboard boxes quickly growing into a problem that you needed to solve before you layed on it. You opted for taking the boxes to the dorm recycling dumpsters.

--Timeskip--

You had managed to slip past the small group of classmates in the common room without much fuss. Kirishima had seen you in passing and offered to help your struggling self with your paper-based payload, and you gratefully accepted.

On your way back into the building, Kirishima jogged in front of you to speak to someone. A very specific, green-haired, someone. A specific someone with a somehow solemn visage plastered on. You didn't believe any of it.

Midoriya tried to talk to you as you passed, but all you gave him was a snarl, and you walked away. But unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde got all the answers he needed.

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I'M BACK!!

I think I took way too much time making this one, but on the other hand, I did just start college and I have quite a busy schedule, despite being in education three days during the week.

But I am back and hopefully the next chapter I have planned will be out quicker.

Soo...

Bye for now.

Author, over and out.

Cheese

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