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'Why is he staring at Bakugo?' 

Peering over Kaminari, who smiled, charismatically towards me, I attempted to get a better look at the blond. I wanted to see what he might have reacted like.

"(Y/N), you really do seem like you can't keep your eyes off me. I know I'm handsome, but come on -- be /less/ obvious about it, hm?" He spoke gleefully, cradling his hand in his cheek with his elbows pressing into the table. 

Geez, he was such a dunce. A lovable dunce. 

Awkwardly, I smiled, again glancing past him. For once... Bakugo's eyes weren't on me, but plastered on the new transfer student. As curious as I'd had been on the matter... my gaze shifted back towards the blond. Maybe I should play along for once. 

"I can't help it~ I have a thing for blondes." I feigned a smile, albeit it was /completely/ inauthentic. 

I wish I hadn't looked away when I did, because I missed the infectious pink hues scattering across his face. It's safe to say that he didn't normally get his flirtatious quips reciprocated and fired right back at him. Slowly, my hands worked to grab my textbooks from my bag. 

"...D-Do you now? Jiro used to always make fun of me and my hair! Bakugou too. Isn't that right, man?" My eyes again lifted to plant on Kaminari as he spoke with that buttery, elated voice of his. The rush of pink wearing his cheeks seemed to have begun to boil down.

I was too absorbed by the human outlet to look towards Bakugou.

"Really? Y'know, I'm not surprised he'd tease you about your hair. Don't worry though, I really --" My shoulders stiffened as I sat. What is this... intense feeling? From just a pair of eyes? I've felt it before. It is sickening, deep, overbearing... It drove me mad when I was just a young girl. 

It was fear. 

I really wished this sensation didn't resurface when it did; because it all felt too -- coincidental. Of course I could get by a little scare, or paranoia but -- this?? I felt like I'd been locked in a room with a demon, and fear itself had just given it longer claws. Just like that day. 

For some odd reason, I couldn't bring myself to look into Kaminari's direction for much longer... or it was more like I didn't want to.

I was vexed, and Kaminari noticed this. Leaning over, his concerned pair of eyes watched my own frantic, unsettled pair. My hands had now been trembling on my lap. I don't want to have a breakdown during class - I don't want to cause a scene. 

"Hey, (Y/N), are you alright? You look a little pale." And I was. I felt a little bad... causing Kaminari to worry for me, speaking in that gentle, subtle whisper. 

He was so kind, but I couldn't admire that trait wholeheartedly, as I'd still been fretting over the gaze piercing into my heart and cracking my soul. It was menacing. 

It took a moment - and possibly even longer before I'd began to really absorb the reassuring words Kaminari had been uttering towards me. Slowly, I began to recollect my self-possession, nodding my head towards him when --

"Oh man! It looks like you've seen a ghost!"

My shoulders recollected what was beginning to fade: stiffness. For a moment, I couldn't keep my eyes away from the blond sitting to my left, but then it dawned on me -- as soon as he'd been making way for my eyes to meet with Bakugou's I quickly turned to look towards the male speaking to me. 

Impulsive, shameless, direct. Ah, it reminded me of --

"I don't think you heard me earlier, but I'm Rocky. What's got you lookin' so ridiculous, hm?" I could have guessed this, or Kaminari could have done me one better - and told me that he'd been approaching. 

I averted my eyes, feeling the entirety of the classes' eyes dawn on me. It was... both frightening and humiliating. Gripping my hand over my watch, I blocked it from my view. I didn't have to  look at it to realize that I was very close to losing my cool. "I... I'm just..." I easily tripped over my words. 

"(Y/N) is sick! Haha..."

 I didn't realize there was a God, or Buddha, or Messiah  - until I heard that familiar, jittery voice. Smooth, pleasing to the ears and yet... very, very timid. It was almost as though he'd been embarrassed to help me out.

But nonetheless, I was satisfied, happy... grateful. I didn't say a word as I looked towards Midoriya, flashing him a helpless smile before turning back to the mahogany-haired male. "Y-Yes, I... I have a bit of a headache."

"Hmm..." He drawled out, slowly. It was almost as though he'd known it was a load of bull. "Alright." But in the end, decided not to pry any further. At least, not yet. 

I blinked, exhaling deeply as he finally decided to escape the uncomfortable situation, and sit down at his desk. And honestly... Aizawa hadn't intervened until  /after/  Rocky skidded his chair against the wooden flooring. 

"...Alright then. Class, let's get started..." 

That gruff voice of his had been muffled. I could only look towards Midoriya, tilting my head towards him. I couldn't quite tell him thank you, so instead, my fingers gripped either ends of my notebook; the notebook that I'd been flashing into his direction. 

|               Thank you, Midoriya! d(-_☆)             |

He immediately ripped his gaze from Aizawa, and shifted them towards me. My heart nearly melted after seeing his miniature, yet sincere smile. He was pleased with himself. 

|           It's nothing, really! I just noticed how uncomfortable you were. ^ ^'        | 

Behind his propped leaflet, he left his notebook to hide just behind it, revealing what he'd written for me. Thank God for my keen eyesight. Nodding, I again scribbled. 

|          But... why'd you do that?          |

|          Meet me after class and I'll tell you!          |

|           I had something I wanted to ask you about, as well.          |

Nodding our heads, simultaneously, I grew... noticeably timid by the way Midoriya smiled towards me. Turning my head, I lowered my book before --

Bakugou is staring -- No, no. He is glaring - right at me.