It's been a probably been a few weeks since I caught Jiro and Kaminari holding hands. I have been holding back quite well. Yeah right... It's more like I have been able to mask the pain from everyone. I am so glad for my doll-like appearance. Kaminari and I still hang out together and my sister is still my sister. We have been enjoying all of our time together. It's funny how fast time flies. My glass heart already is broken from hopeless love and here it is just shattering more and more. Little by little. God's I am so sensitive. It's so stupid. It's ridiculous to be feeling like this. You would think by now I would learn.

"(y/n)-san do you know the answer?" Aizawa calls out to me snapping me out of my train of thought.

"Yes, sir," I sit up and correctly answered and quickly sat back down.

"(y/n)-san, I would like for you to go see Present Mic. He is currently teaching class 3-A but I am sure you would be a delight to his class. When you get there tell him that I sent you," Aizawa states without a second thought returning back to the book he was holding in his hand.

I obediently bow to him as I grab my stuff and politely leave the classroom. I mentally scold myself for spacing out in class. I should be paying attention in class, not on my emotions. I have to understand that. Emotions are strong. It's such a pain to feel them though.

Even if I don't want them they are always there.

I continue to walk down the halls quietly thinking deeply about myself and how much of a broken person I was. Sure I had friends and family. What more could I ask for?

I feel so stupid for having such a strong emotion for one person. I grasp tightly onto the edge of my school skirt as I choked up a bitter chuckle that escaped from my laugh.

"Stupid Kaminari..."

As I call his name silently to myself an image of his dorky face flashes in my head.

That was when I told him how strong he was and how his quirk suited him. I felt the tears form in the corner of my eyes as I wander closer and closer to class 3-A. I wipe away the evidence with the sleeve of my jacket and I quickly fix my makeup and hair to hide the shame of my tears. Deep down I know I have to maybe accept it. Be the happy accepting that they have a thing for one another.

I shook my head as I placed my usual smile like placing a mask to hide it all. I open the strangely wide door and bowed before I entered.

"I apologize for the intrusion Mic-sensei. I have come to join class 3-A for today. I hope we can all get along," I state sweetly as I walk over beside Present Mic who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and then he lets out a loud shout like an idea hit him. 

"Oh! Welcome!~ Are you ready to join our awesome class 3-A?! I hope so!~ We are just discussing the meaning of certain words on a deeper level! Such a great time for a fellow musician and artist such as yourself!~ Come! Sit next to Tamaki!" Mic points to a male with pale skin who blushes a little at the mention of his name.

I do as I am told doing a simple curtsy to Mic before I make my way to my seat next to this boy. When I got closer to him I noticed his strange elf-like ears as he looks down nervously hiding his face with his slightly messy indigo bangs. I look up to see a very bright male who had blonde hair who kind of reminded me of a very kiddish version of All Might and the other side of me was a girl whose hair was periwinkle, and it reaches all the way down to her knees, twisting around itself at her waist and curving inwards around her legs.

"Welcome to our class~ I am Nejire Hado~" The girl states extending her hand out to me.

I gladly shook her hand smiling to the very charismatic girl.

"So why were you sent to our class?" The blonde male asks across from Tamaki's desk intrigued by my appearance.

"I have no clue,"  I answer in all honesty as I tilt my head with a finger pressed against my lips.

"So! Since you seem to be so chatty over there! (y/n) - san! Can you explain to us what you think the term love means?!" Mic calls out to me pointing to me making everyone turn to me. I felt my heart ache yet race at the word.

"I umm... I apologize but that is a very touchy topic. I don't want to offend anyone,"  I state as I sat up from my seat.

It's more like I feel like if I tried to explain it I would start to cry. I just did not want to deal with my emotions right now.

"I heard you can sing! Sing for us!!!" Mic states pointing both of his fingers at me making me jump a little at his loud and very direct actions. I felt my nerves take over a little as my hands shook a little.

"I uh...I don't have music... and ummm isn't this supposed to be English?" I asked nervously trying to avoid the subject.

GOD DAMN YOU AIZAWA!

"I gotcha!" Mic pulls out an acoustic guitar from god knows where.

"I...I don't know about this,"  I state meekly as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

I blush a little out as I gasp in surprise as I turn around to see Nejire pushing me towards the front of the class making me stand in front of everyone on the podium.

"I am sure you will do great! Just do it!" She states trying to reassure me.

"I feel like I am being forced," I sigh with a wry smile on my face.

"SO  WHAT SONG SHALL I ROCK ON THIS AWESOME GUITAR FOR YOU!" Mic shouts in excitement.

I was going to tell him I wasn't going to sing until the whole glass began to cheer me on and chant. I laugh giving in as I jump in surprise scratching my cheek.

"Alright then..." I mumbled flustered.

I whisper into Mic's ear as he nods and he waits for me to return to the front of the class. I send him a reassured nod as he began to strum the strings on the guitar.

((Cue the Music)

After I finished my song I didn't notice the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"(y/n)-chan?!"

"(y/n)-san are you okay?!"

"Eh? What do you mean?" I asked not aware of what they were saying until I saw the wet droplets on the floor. I slowly touch my cheek and saw the tears on my fingers.

Even thought I said you... I was talking about me.