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"YOU'RE HERE, MISS."

"Thank you, mister," I turned to the suited driver, "I expect you to be here as well when I come back after school."

He gulped. "Of course, m'lady, I won't disappoint you."

Disappoint—what an awful word.

I replied with a curt nod and shut the car door behind me, tightening my grip on my bag and began my walk towards the building that was my middle school.

Many other students who were dressed in the same uniform as I had made their way through the gates. Some grouped with friends, some alone.

As I followed them through the pathway of cherry blossoms, I couldn't help but feel isolated compared to the rest. I haven't noticed how lonely I was without my mother or Uraraka until now.

My mother had always been away, so there wasn't much of a difference, but in those long days, I would hang out with Uraraka. Without her, I've been restricting myself in my room.

I don't do anything in particular; sometimes, I go to the private library downstairs to get a book, sometimes I would cook (but the maids would always stop me as soon as I got the ingredients out, insisting on doing it for me.)

Most of the time, I would just stare out my window.

I have yet to have social media, not that I wasn't permitted to. My mother had actually encouraged me to make one before she departed; I just didn't feel the need to make one.

Head held high and keeping the facade of confidence and dominance, I forced on a soft smile and sauntered towards the front doors, following the others.

I'm not coming here to make the same mistakes again.

While I've been having my many tropes of gazing into nothingness, I've thought of many ways to make myself more likable and approachable. Both traits that would lower the chances of gossip and bullying.

I smiled and waved to anyone I've locked eyes with, whether they waved back or not. I don't necessarily need to make friends with everyone; I just have to get on their good side by first, spreading positivity throughout the school.

Yet, I have to seem "elegant," as that's one of the many pleads my mother had made before she left.

Therefore, months prior, I had picked up the daily self-care routines my mother had set up, (I swear it took half of my day just following them.)

Not gonna lie, I've realized how much smoother and clear my skin is now compared to how it was, and how silky my hair had become. Subconsciously, my self-esteem had risen a bit higher, too, because of that. I have to give credit to my mother for that.

My hair doesn't tangle anymore, and it sways obediently whenever I walk. Even the ends of my hair look healthy and sleek.

I opened the front doors and held it for the person behind me.

The clicks of my leather shoes were drowned out by the narrow, crowded halls. I don't know about you, but navigating my way, squeezing through people doesn't sound like an ideal way to find my class.

I would be suffocated by the students who don't understand what deodorant is and die before I reach my class.

I hesitated and thought about going in later so the halls would be less crowded, but it seemed as if the crowd parted ways as I walked by.

Weird, but okay.

I am proud to say that I have a perfect sense of direction. (I kind of had to because I have nobody to rely on. ̶N̶̶o̶̶,̶ ̶n̶̶o̶̶t̶ ̶e̶̶v̶̶e̶̶n̶ ̶U̶̶r̶̶a̶̶r̶̶a̶̶k̶̶a̶̶,̶ ̶s̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶d̶̶u̶̶m̶̶b̶̶a̶̶s̶̶s̶̶.̶̶)̶ So I was able to find my class relatively easily.

Is it weird to go into a classroom alone?

I guess being alone has their own charm to it, right? All the confident people always seem to stand alone now that I think about it, or do I just watch too many action movies for my own good.

"Screw it," I muttered and slid the door open.

Everyone was doing their own thing; nobody had seen me yet, so that was good.

As I scanned the desks, I saw a small crowd of people swarming a particular person, and I, being the curious bitch I was, decided to pitch in on the hype.

I tried peering through the shoulders to see who they were surrounding, but was met to no avail. My short legs wouldn't let me see anything else but a purple floof.

I gave up and sighed, making my way around the mass of students, looking for a good place to sit.

"Brainwash? That's so cool!" a boy exclaimed.

I winced, disgusted at his bubbliness. 'I've definitely heard that before.'

Edging away from the crowd, I chose the seat near the back, next to the window, a bit surprised that nobody had taken the seat yet. It's quite literally the best seat anyone can have. Why? Here's why.

Bored of your teacher? Boom, scenery.

Cold? Boom, sun.

Hot? Boom, wind.

Ok, you get the idea.

"You can get away with so many bad things." Damn, they're still going off about his quirk?

I placed my belongings under my desk and sat on the chair, listening in to the conversation.

"Isn't that a villain's quirk?"

A villain's quirk? Really. Are these people that stupid to not understand that a quirk can not be defined as villainous nor heroic? Fire is a great example, yeah it's the most common quirk for heroes, but a villain can also use it to burn people up.

"Just don't brainwash us, okay?" They laughed.

A growing pain crept up around the crown on my head, an indication for a massive headache, crap. "Excuse me, guys?" I painfully smiled.

They all turned around, widening their eyes after realizing that I was was the who spoke up.

"Can you guys quiet down? I'm starting to get a headache." I sighed.

A pregnant pause resonated throughout the classroom, I thought that I said something wrong and was about to dismiss what I said, until they all trampled over each other, storming towards my seat.

Why does this always happen to me, deja vu?

"Oh my god! You were the girl who strangled the other girl with your bombass quirk!" One shouted, slamming their filthy hands onto my desk.

Wow, thanks dude, that made my headache so much better.

"Shh, come back here, dumbo! She's strong. Don't agitate her." A friend of his pulled his arm to prevent him from shoving his face into mine, to which I silently thanked him for.

"You're way prettier than I expected." He winked. "I'm Naiko by the way."

I struggled hard not to roll my eyes on that one; I would've spat in his face, but my mother wouldn't be too happy about that. It kills me that I could only swallow the distaste I felt for this obnoxious boy. Maybe that was how my mother felt.

"Thank you...?" I smiled awkwardly.

The guy pulled him to his side and sweatdropped. He apologized profusely, to which I laughed and assured him it was fine.

As I suggested them to head back to their seats as the teacher would come back at any moment, my paranoid self felt shivers running down my spine, feeling as if someone was staring at me. I sighed and stacked up enough courage to whip my head towards whoever that was staring at me.

I swear to god if it's a stalker, I will leave.

Immediately, I caught a pair of, dare I say, stunning lilac eyes. My vigorously beating heart slowed down after realizing that it was just the purple floofy hair guy. I gave him a soft smile, but he ignored me and turned away.

'Eh, this is now the what, 20th time today?' I reassured myself. 'Get over it.'

As expected, not long after the strange encounter, the teacher came in and started the class.

I tried really hard to pay attention and absorb everything in; I even wrote down all the notes I had to take. However, halfway down the line, I realized that I have everything the teacher is teaching in the textbooks in the library. So I gave up :D

For the rest of the class, I kept myself busy by looking out the window, staring at the swaying trees and the flying cherry blossoms. It wasn't as relaxing you'd think, though.

The roots were uplifted from the mulch; it seemed to have been trampled many times, and that's not good. Ship names in hearts were carved into the barks, which also isn't good, not to mention how dehydrated and unhealthy the trees looked.

Nitpicking the flaws and noticing how poorly the trees were managed made me really annoyed, so I forced myself to stop, turn my head around and stare at something else that won't make me feel as angry.

And that something is the purple floof. More often than not, I find myself smiling a bit and inwardly squeal at how fluffy it looks. I really wanted to comb through his hair with my fingers.

Is it up like that naturally? Would it be as fluffy as it looks?

I sighed and leaned my burning cheeks into my palm.

Hm, the sun is burning me up. I don't really like the feeling bubbling in my chest either, maybe staying under the sun isn't too good for my health.

I'll have to ask someone to change seats with me soon.

After long hours of pretending that I knew what was going on, the bell finally rang. Quickly, I cleaned up my workspace, picked up my lunchbox and headed out of the classroom.

"Hey, do you want to eat out with us?" a girl smiled. I halted and awkwardly turned around to face her.

Should I? Maybe I should, I'm feeling a bit lonely, anyway.

After pondering over the question for a bit too long, I shook my head. "Sorry, I have to talk to the counselor about some things, maybe next time." I smiled apologetically.

She frowned "Alright, good luck!"

I waved, "Thanks." and continued my way to the rooftop.

I have yet to have lunch there. After reading many books about how nostalgic it felt and how peaceful it was to eat alone there, I just had to.

As I ascended up the stairs, I happily skipped to the exit and opened the door to see the beautiful sunny sky. I sat down on the ground, leaning onto the ledge, feeling the wind flowing through my hair.

It was soothing, so relaxing I forgot all of my worries for that split second. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

I closed my eyes, titled my head upwards, feeling the sunlight hitting my pores, its warmth creating tiny goosebumps to creep up my arms. 'I found my spot.'

Creak.

My eyes snapped open as I alarmingly jolted towards the door, only to be met with equally surprised lavender eyes. I sighed in relief, 'Is it just me, or are we meeting each other's eyes a lot today.'

It makes sense why he's here though, considering the stereotypical remarks they had put upon him. Poor guy.

My eyes followed him as he walked to the opposite side of the rooftop to eat. I thought about moving to sit next to him, but it would be too awkward. I shrugged and opened my bento, picking up my chopsticks and began eating, moving my eyes towards the trees.

My eyebrows creased upon seeing the dying, poorly managed cherry blossoms again. 'Maybe I can bring some water for them, some fertilizers would be good too.'

Actually, why haven't I thought of that, I should start my own garden! It would be so pretty and fun and take up a lot of my extra time.

I thought of some cons, but they were quickly overridden by the pros.

'Yep, it's decided. I'm going to get some plants on my way back.'

Sooner than expected, the bell rang again and reluctantly; I got up after tidying up, glancing towards the guy's spot only to find that he had already left.

'Dang it, I thought I would have the chance to strike up a conversation on our way back.' I sulked.

Wandering into our classroom, I plopped myself into my seat and crossed my arms over the desk, nudging my head over the makeshift pillow. I peered towards the purple boy and sighed.

"One day," I mumbled. "One day, I will touch that floof."

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