Headphones on my head, humming up a storm, I sat on my bed, unable to move.

     In the past days where I didn't get up, I was quickly scolded for being lazy. However, now, my mother recognized something was wrong immediately. It wasn't that I didn't want to get up. It was that I couldn't get up. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk. I simply couldn't talk. I hated this. I wanted to rise, leave my room, see how Bakugo was doing, and maybe even go get some mochi to snack on.

     But...I just couldn't.

     My mom recognized this behavior immediately. I had done so a lot as a kid, especially if she was running late or mentioned driving away. She had to make up clever lies about only riding the train or something to calm me down. My mom never knew the extent of my pain...nor did she think it would come back so late in my life.

     She sat on my bed with me and gave me a hug. Though she already knew it wouldn't work, she tried to ask me if it was a bad dream or something that happened yesterday. I could hardly respond with the shake of my head. My glossy gaze remained still on my lap. I was glad she was here, though. Super glad.

     After a time, my mom had to get up to tend to the other children. A few minutes later, once my dad had arrived home that morning, he stopped by my room. I cringed away from the door, sick to my stomach at the thought that after all of this he would deal the finishing blow by once again rejecting me and my year at UA. However..he did not.

     My dad sat down on the side of my bed and pet my hair for a moment. "...You've been using your quirk again, haven't you..?" He asked softly. Bashfully, I nodded. "And you got yourself into trouble, didn't you? Perhaps even a car crash?" Again, I nodded, cheeks heating a little in embarrassment. But, instead of scolding me or offering fatherly advice, he scooted in a little closer and wrapped his arms around me instead. I froze up for a moment, breath catching. As time passed, though, I melted little bit by little bit until I was a puddle in his hold, weeping bitterly.

     He couldn't be there long, even though he skipped breakfast to comfort me, but his visit was much needed. I felt...a lot better when he left.

     Mom of all people was the one to grumble at me a bit after Dad left, angry/sad to hear I had gotten myself into another time loop, "and for no reason this time," she claimed. She said all this as she provided me with food and water in bed, as well as cleaned my messy room up a bit.

     After about an hour, though, she took herself and the boys out for that dentist appointment again. Before that, she asked if the dentist had said in a past today that any of the boys had any cavities. I just shrugged, having not paid enough attention in he past to those little details.

     After she was gone, I was left again alone in a quiet house.

     After a while, I couldn't even listen to any music. I set all that aside, sticking with just humming as I pulled my own knees close to my chest. I just kinda sat there...waiting for the feeling to go away.

     Then, my phone vibrates beside me. Curious. I didn't text anyone but- Was kt him?!?

     I snatched my phone, turned it on and---

     The text wasn't from Ten... It was just from Bakugo. After a long pause, just staring at my phone but not actually processing what was on screen, I forced my eyes to focus and read what my would-be-classmate had said.

- - - - -

You're alive, right?

(It took me a while to respond.)
Yeah...
I'm not able to talk right now though, so...

Huh?
Can't talk?
Are you hurt?

No. I'm fine. Just...a bit shaken up.

Ah..
I'm coming in.

- - - - -

     I jumped a little when, immediately after, I heard something touch the window outside. I scrambled to grab a proper shirt on the floor beside my bed without actually getting out as the other teen essentially broke in through my bedroom window. By the time he was in, the dirty, wooly red shirt was on.

Tunk, tunk, tunk, tunk..

     The room was so quiet I could hear every step over the wood floor. He scanned my room, a bit disgusted by the poor state it was in even after my mom had cleaned up a bit.

     "Eugh, you live in this dump?" He insulted. My head hung low, posture appearing as small as possible. Then he just stared at me for a little bit, still soaking in that I was indeed still alive and well. "...You left me alone on a d### hospital bed for the rest of the day after you...died..! You should have just gone to sleep! The day would have reset and you wouldn't be such a.. such a wreck!" He was clearly angry, though thankfully not the explosive kind.

     I nodded meekly, agreeing with what he was saying. He was almost shocked by my lack of a comeback.

     "Ugh..and now you won't even talk! Is it because you died?!...Stupidshouldn'thave-"

Ding

     His attention dropped down to the phone in his pocket. After glancing briefly to see it was I who sent it, tapped around to read the message.

I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking right.

     "Pssh, ain't that obvious enough.." He retorted sarcastically. My face heat up a little, really hoping there was a way he could understand.

When I was little...

     I continued through text. Bakugo stood, leaning casually against the opposite wall of my room, head tilted down to read my little story.

I...discovered my quirk at a very young age.
For most kids, they find out what theirs is around age four or five.
I..was only three, maybe four when I discovered mine.

     "Hmh, doesn't sound too bad." He commented from across the room.

Normally, yeah, it would have been a little strange, but not a big deal.
But
Mine only activated because of a terrible thing that happened.

     Bakugo instantly sighed, as if judging me already for having a "tragic backstory." I blushed and put the phone down, preferring to hide my chin behind my knees.

     "Why'd you stop?" He paused a moment at the sight of the collecting tears brimming my eyes. I just shook my head slowly, closing them so that the sad liquid would fall. I didn't want to tell him anything if he wasn't even a little interested in what I had to say. The teen straightened up, staring at me curiously. "Ughh, I won't interrupt you, okay?? Can you at least tell me why you're not talking??" That...from him at least was good enough. I picked up my phone again with a loose grip and started texting again.

My mom died in a car crash, that's why.

"Whh??"

And then she died again, and again, and again. I was in the car with her. I was...so scared.
Once I found out I could actually reverse time like in some of my dreams, I did it again, and again, and again, but NOTHING worked. My mom would never listen to me when I told her to stop driving. My mom wouldn't care if I hid her coat or her Keyes. She had a spare and was in a hurry!
After so many tries, reliving that same d### car crash at LEAST fifty times, I realized something...

I don't matter.
No matter what I say or what I do, no one will listen. I almost gave up and just let us die.
But then that's when I thought about stabbing myself. Something so severe it would knock her off her course for real! Finally, she'd have to pay attention.

It worked.

I was taken to the hospital, and then later the mental hospital because I just...didn't care about life anymore.
At only three, almost four, I had already given up.

I didn't speak again until at least a year to two after that.
I thought I was better now, but...

Apparently not.

     Then, I put down the phone. Bakugo didn't quite know how to respond to that. Heh, I didn't blame him.

     A moment or two of silence later, I heard another buzz on my phone. Checking it, I saw the teen had sent me a picture.

     "Pfft!" I smiled a tad, looking up at the one across the room with slightly raised eyebrows.

Then I sent:

     "...-Hah! That would be fun to watch." He smiled too, now scrolling again through his phone. I did the same.

You.

Yiu.

angry noises

*You

Shut up.

     I was giggling now, something I rarely did. Bakugo across from me was also letting some air out through his teeth in a laughing kind of way.

What's your first name, btw?

     The other's face whirled up from his screen, almost scowling but not quite. He chose to respond over text, though.

We've known each other for how long??

I don't think you ever told me!!
Do you even remember MY name?!

. . .

     There was no real response. I just heard him growl under his breath. "Katsuki." He uttered.

You're going to have to type it so I don't forget it.

You really are brain dead.

=_=

Katsuki Bakugo.

Wait...
OHHH, SO THAT'S HOW IT'S SPELLED

HOW DID YOU THINK IT WAS SPELLED?!

     I snatched a picture of his angry face staring down at the phone and sent it to him.

[*Picture*]
Heehee angy

     The teen looked up to growl at me in real life. I remembered then to make sure I didn't have too much fun messing with this guy while he was here with me in physical reality.

I thought your name was spelt: Bokaugo this whole time.
xP

That doesn't even make sense grammatically. Ckksndjbdjdbjdbdjdbnfnjs

     I looked up in time to see him still angrily typing at his phone. I smirked. This was too fun. Seeing my little, pleasant smile, he gave up that and started typing something else.

So what's your first name? Last name's Aizawa, right?

...
Yes?

?

Mr. Aizawa is my step dad. No one, not even my mom, knows who my real dad is.

Oh..
The plot thickens.

XD
Ikr, I'm like an anime character or something.

Don't worry. You're my sidekick. That gives you plot armor.

     I snorted, unable to contain my laughter. "I'm your side-side-sidekick?!" I exclaimed aloud, followed by another laugh. Katsuki smiled wide, his typical devious smile that always made him look like he was plotting something.

     "You said so yourself I was the main character to your story now, didn't you??" Smiling.

     "Gosh, I almost-almost-... almost forgot that."

     "You're kidding.."

     "I wish I was! Haha!" Liquid formed in the corners of my eyes, and it was only then that I realized I was talking through my mouth again. I watched Bakugo with a little smile as he laughed at my pathetic memory. He calmed down after his eyes landed on me and he realized I was just silently watching him. A faint blush formed on his cheeks and he scowled again.

     "Uh-m.. I should probably leave before your mom comes back." He turned his face toward the window.

     "-Oh, right. I keep forgetting other people ac-actually exist in this time loop."

     "Heh, you could say that again." He chuckled. Bakugo started to walk off, back toward the window. As he was ready to crawl back out, I remembered something.

     "Wai-wait!!" I stopped him.

     "Yeah?" Growling a little.

     "...Thanks..."

     One brow rose while the other fell. "For what?"

     "For...helping me... You know...talk again." He just stared at me, a little confused.

     "....Alright then." Again, he lifted a foot to slide through the window first.

     "Oh- Almost forgot!"

     "Hhhh.." The teen turned around, stood there in front of the window so his silhouette was very prevelent, and crossed his arms.

     "My name is Zeyale. Bu-but everyone just calls me Zeya..heheh..." We stared at each other in the eyes until it got a little awkward. Then, Bakugo spun back around.

     "You're going to have to write that down so I don't forget." I heard him smirk.

     "Bruhhhh."

     And then he left.

     .....

     Finally, I can take off this nasty shirt!

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BRAP! BRAP! BRAP!

     The next morning, Bakugo reminded me of how few days were left. Only 10. And he was determined not to mess up on the first day by not being ready for it. So, he essentially bribed me into giving up on my mischievous ways as well.

     I would go through the motions of that day consistently, even if that meant being expelled every time, in exchange for him skipping on work -- which I'm sure he was eager to do anyways -- to train me to hopefully not suck and get expelled.

     The deal sounded good enough to me. At least there was a chance I might get in. My dad was a pretty big obstacle, but, judging by the conversations he would never remember, it sounded like all he wanted was for me to show that I was actually wanting to become a hero. I might have not been too terribly convinced myself that I wanted to be one, but, judging by some of my past experiences..I could see it deep within me: the heart of a hero just waiting to be revealed.

     Hopefully, at least. I really was just doing this for my parents, Bakugo, and to prove to myself  I'm not a sick freak at this point.

     Because if I could become a hero...maybe I could actually do some good for a change.

     I'm not going to go into details for the following days, as that would get terribly repetitive. Instead, I'll just outline a few events and share the highlights. Got it? Nice.

     Bakugo and I practiced not knowing each other, which you would think would be a cinch until you remember our desks are literally right next to each other and, knowing the other's sense of humor, can easily pass jokes back and forth verbally without even realizing what we're doing. Yeahh, we got quite a few questions about us being friends at first, but we together learned to keep our mouths shut for the most part.

     I, being the exceptional student I was, tried to figure out what exactly I needed to change about me to make sure I didn't get expelled by the end of the day. Judging by how he glared, stared, or cared for my other classmates, I took notes on what was and wasn't acceptable to him. As I had predicted, he was a bit hypocritical in wanting everyone to look alive, attentive, and not all slouchy. This...was of course a challenge for me to overcome, having learned and perfected this posture from the man himself. I also tried not to look so dead inside, even asking for some makeup to hide the dark spots under my eyes. This, thankfully, did improve my situation a little bit. I hated wearing makeup so it BETTER.

     Bakugo helped me where I was elsewhere lacking. Of course, we continued training when it came to sharpening my reflexes, but he also added in some target practice since I was painfully lacking there too. The only thing I could really do that he couldn't was balancing. I showed him on a fence once to retain at least a little pride. Whereas I crossed the fence swiftly, only wavering once or twice, Katsuki kept tipping from one side to the other, having to use blasts from his explosions to keep him upright. Ahhhh, my father taught me well~

     Other than that, in class itself, I actually got to meet some people!

---------------

     It was the third of the last ten days I think. I sat down with a bored look on my face, no longer having the teen behind me to bother. And I tried to doodle as little as possible in case that was another reason my dad decided to expell me. So, naturally, as I sat, my eyes wandered to the only other person sitting next to me. A clean looking uniform, feminine shape..but no head. ...-Oh yeah, this was the invisible girl I noted a while back.

     I leaned to the side, squinting at the sitting uniform as I waited for my dad to show up for class. What I of course couldn't see was the girl's head turning to see me.

     "-Oh! H-hi! I'm Hagakure." She introduced herself by waving an invisible hand.

     I hardly noticed.

     "Fascinating... And light just goes through you, huh?" I stood up, stepping closer. "Solid matter?" I questioned, a little intrusively poking her head. I felt hair, skin and all. Leaning over her, "Wow... And all I see is just clo-" I made the mistake of looking straight down. Instantly, my face flushed red. My expression stuck in place, I sat again in my chair, this time stiffly with my hands ever so politely folded atop the table. "....I've got some Tylenol in my bag if you need any..."

     Sitting just as awkwardly stiff as I, "No... I think I'm good..."

     . . .

     'Day end. Please, end. Day, end. End day. Stop. Restart. Day end. Please.'

     I learned my lesson.

---------------

     Since I was actually looking around at my classmates now, I noticed something a little off about another familiar classmate.

     Purple ball hair. Passed me on the first day back with an, oddly, terrified expression. His face pale, his mouth slightly open. He didn't say a word to me, but instead silently walked past. He did the same to Bakugo, except Sparky ordered the "little brat" to scram. This really peeked my interest, especially when, on the next day, he just looked at me a little funny that time. Completely different expression.

     Something was...off.

     And I began to piece together what it was.

---------------

     "Hey, Tiny." I grabbed the boy's attention in the gym before he could leave with the rest. Hands curled close to his chest, the short one spun around, giving me the haunting expression only a rabbid squirrel might. He finally verbalized his feelings after the bulk of the group had wandered off.

     "Yu-yu-yu-you're back! H-h-h-HOW?!" His face was again a pale white. I sighed, now 90% sure I knew what happened. I walked up to the clattering kid and calmly knelt down to his level.

     "Go ahead.. Tell me what happened." My emotionless eyes searched his for answers. His entire lower jaw was rattling as if it had a mind of its own. Poor..sad...pathetic little man..

     "Yu-you wouldn't believe me if I told the truth!"

     "Try me." I responded with the slight lowering of my eyebrows, which alone gave the poor kid a mini heart attack.

     "Fi-fine! Just don't think I'm insane, OKAY?!"

     "Alright.."

     "Well, it all started a long, long, long.. long-long...longlonglonglong-"

     "-I get it. A long time ago."

     "Y-yeah!.. And it was...still today!" I sighed, rolling my eyes at myself of all people for not even thinking this guy being stuck too as a possibility. "I'M NOT LYING!" The kid got all defensive, massive droplets of water forming in his eyes.

     "Just continue."

     "W-well, I- I- I- I tried to break up a fight between you and that Bakugo guy when suddenly POOSH! I was waking up the same morning all over again!! And it just kept happening again and again and again and again and again-!" His face started to turn blue. I grabbed the little teen's shoulders and shook him into the now.

     "Calm down, alright?!? I know what you're talking about! I've been in the same one too, d#####. Both Bakugo and I."

     "You WHAT?!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?" His little hands latched onto the collar of my shirt and I could smell the same minty toothpaste my little brothers used. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS HAS DONE TO ME!?! NONE OF THE GIRLS ARE INTO ME; I CAN'T FORM A GOOD REPUTATION IF THEY KEEP FORGETTING WHO I AM!! ON TOP OF THAT, I KEEP GETTING THE SAME INSULTS OVER AND OVER AGAIN! YOU KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING!! PLEASE MAKE IT STO-HOOOP!" He wailed like a baby, flailing his entire body back and forth instead of me. Tears spewed from his eyes like a freaking fountain and I realized just how shallow this kid was.

     Annoyed, I grabbed both of his little hands and pried them off of my uniform shirt collar. "Calm down, man. This isn't the end of the world!" I verbally slapped some sense into him. "Controlling time is kind of my thing. This time it was an accident, though, so I apologize for that." Not sounding all too sincere. "It should go back to normal soon, though. And the reason it happened is because you were touching me when my quirk activated."

     "I'm sorry.." The boy stared down at his twiddling toes, a bright red blush forming atop his cheeks. "..At least your heavenly bod was enough to catch me~"

     =_= "I have some terms and conditions before returning time to normal."

     ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ "OH, WHAT NOW!?!"

     Sighing, it thankfully didn't take long for the right kind of bargain to come to mind... A threat. "I will return time as normal in just a few days. Got it?? I want you to be on your best behavior, alright. That means no lookin' at the girls in this class all 'UwU,' and that means no being a creep! Now, I don't mind you simply appreciating the womanly figure, alright? But there's a difference between thinking someone's cute and being creepy about it, got it???" Grape boy vigorously shook his head up and down, saddened but also too scared of me now to object. "Alright.." pushing myself up to stand, "If you behave yourself, then, uhh, I guess we're good. But-" now towering over him, glaring the poor kid down with my own father's intensity. "F### up and I'll have no choice but to send you into another time loop." I crossed my arms, hoping this guy got the message well enough that I wouldn't actually have to use a quirk I didn't actually understand yet. "We clear?" Again, the young teen nodded rapidly.

     "YES- YES MA'AM!! NO MORE LOOKING AT BOOBS FROM NOW ON!!!"

     Smirking, I reached out to pat the lad's head. "Good to hear.."

Squi..

     "...?"

     "...Oh- sorry, that's just my quirk doing it's thing. Heheh." He then grabbed the ball on his head my hand was stuck to and yanked it off. It was shortly after replaced with another one. "Yeah.." He smirked a little, hands confidently placed on his hips. "I can make anything stick to them but myself... Handy, right?"

     Meanwhile, I stood in front of him just trying to shake the ball off my hand. I didn't dare bring in my other hand to help, already knowing how that would turn out. "How do...you get these d### things off??"

     ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ᴼ⁠ل͜⁠ᴼ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯ "Should be only a couple hours."

     "Ah... Fun...."

     New lesson learned.

     You really do learn a lot at UA!

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     What was really strange were the evenings after I returned home. Usually, I just went right to my room and played videogames until about 3AM. Now, though, I was trying out something new. I thought I may as well actually attempt to exist amongst my family, since I did care about them so much.

     So I did.

     On the 97th day, I appeared from my room in a comfortable outfit, carrying with me a bag of chips from my room. Since I didn't know how to initiate conversation with the people in my household, I just sat down on the couch beside the boys as they watched one of their favorite action shows featuring dinosaurs. Once I sat down, quietly chomping on chips as I watched the show with them, one by one their heads turned towards me, smiles forming on their faces. I...had no idea they would even notice.

     "Uhhh... Wanna chip?" I offered the boys one.

     "MOM!" Zeya is out of her ROOM!!" Zig, the youngest, alerted my mother to this ground breaking revelation. Kinse and Daseot began their little barrage of questions, mainly having to do with why I was here of all places. Aside from their really loud, brash way of speaking, I could tell the three were genuinely excited to see me again.

     ...Strange...

     Eventually, the boys did accept the chips I was offering. After just sitting around on the couch, commentating on the show with the boys, it was time for dinner. Usually, I just passed, preferring to eat in my room. But, today...

     I sat down at the dining table, as uncomfortable as it was. My parents sat across from each other at the shorter ends of the table while the twins claimed the seats at the long ends. I sat somewhere in the middle across from the youngest. Everyone was oddly quiet after I had joined. You could only hear the clicking of chopsticks as everybody ate their bowl of ramen, Zig resorting to using a fork since the sticks had failed him.

     "So..." My mom suddenly spoke, gathering all our attentions. "Nice of you to join us. Why the change?"

     "Oh... You know..just, thought I'd try family time out for a change." I shrugged.

     "Zeya watched Dino Crushers with us!!" Zig happily announced. I lowered my head a smidge. These kids made it seem like all it took was for me to simply exist for them to be impressed. The twins started talking about the show and some of the funny comments I made while watching. I just chuckled as I listened. Was I really that distant from my brothers?

     "That's very mature of you to send time with the boys." Dad added.

     "You know how much they talk about you at school, right?" My mom smiled.

     I blushed a little, eyes widening. "They do??" 

     "Yeah! Saili my friend says she doesn't believe your quirk is real! I tried to show her but..you weren't paying attention..." Zig's eyes dropped down to his bowl.

     "Yeah, honestly, when I tell people about your quirk they are a lot more impressed than when they hear about mine.." Daseot pouted.

     "Your quirk is just as cool as Zeya's."

     Daseot, who was the one sitting closest to his parents at his end of the table, chuckled, "You're just saying that because I have your quirk."

     "Pfsshh!" Kinse across the table from his twin nearly spat out all his noodles. Dad's eyes narrowed a smidge, but then he looked downward, face hidden by hair as he shook his head slowly, surprising us by joining in with a little chuckle himself.

     As the family continued to talk, tell jokes, and pick on each other... I realized something.

     These weren't just people I lived with, caretakers, and children... They were each their own people..all with their own personalities, thoughts, and desires. Though it was weird of me to be arriving at this conclusion so late in life, it was..a great thing to realize/remember. And best of all...they actually wanted to talk to me too.

---------------

     Though I had said little at the family table, I was socially tapped out by the end. No longer did I want to talk to people... I just wanted to relax.

     Ignoring the videogames again for now, I pulled the earphones over my head, sat down in my bed, and listened to some music. I just doodled in my journal a little bit until there was nothing left on my mind to draw. After a while, I found myself just staring at the mess in my room. I remembered Bakugo's reason to it... Yeah, he was right. It was disturbing to think I had been alright with this for so long. Every counter space was covered in trash, clothing, and other random items. Same was the floor, with mounds of trash filling up any empty space.

     There would be...no point in cleaning up now...

     I stood up anyways.

     May as well try, just to see if I can.

     I started with the short desk right next to my bed, since it was always annoying when I had to push things aside just to make space for my glasses. I grabbed a bag for the trash and cleared space on the floor to make a pile for the things that weren't trash but I had no real use for. Turns out, I had a LOT of things that fit into these two categories. A lot of half eaten snacks, empty soda cans, and the like. I ended up just scoping out the whole room in search for trash, then get rid of stuff, and at last things I could see myself keeping but in the end I chose to get rid of anyways. I also made a special pile for things I could give to the boys instead of throwing away, like an old, navy green T-Rex plushie I found... Zig might like that...

     The hours passed by quickly, but I was too intent on finishing in time to get some sleep to even look at the clock.

     At long last, I shoved both bags of trash on top of the get rid of pile to make more space and had a look around. It was so BIG! Sure, there was a lot more detailed work to be done such as vacuuming and dusting, but...it was nice to see that I, indeed, could make a difference...

     And in only one night.

BRAP! BRAP! BRAP!

     Huh?! I spun to the clock and hit the top to silence the thing. On the screen shown the time: 7:15 AM. I got all jittery and stumbled, tripping, and even stubbed my baby toe on the path to my phone. As I hissed in pain, one hand comforting the foot as I laid sprawled over my bed, my available arm trembled so bad it took several tries just to unlock my phone. From there, I hurriedly tapped the calendar app...and my eyes widened.

     "WAHOO!" I hollered so the whole house could hear as I jumped up from my bed. "It's the next DAY, baby!!" I was so excited, so jittery, so...so tired." It was too late to take a nap. I grabbed my bag, tossed on my uniform, and fumbled out my bedroom door. My mom was actually making something different for breakfast! Whutt??

     "Wow, Zeya, you're out and about early!" She exclaimed, handing me a freshly cooked bowl of eggs, chicken and veggies. I downed it easily, too excited to meet back up with Bakugo after this to even consider going slow. Everyone noticed my fast pace and again were surprised. I just smiled up at them, glad to see they'd be remembering things as normal from now on.

     I rose to leave, my mom called me back for another embrace, and then I left. I completely ignored the shop I had gotten into a habit of visiting to buy my hat. It was straight to school for me! As I ran up to the front gates, I heard another voice spouting from a blur of color, including blond. "YOU DID IT YOU AIR HEAD, YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!!" Followed by an explosive laugh. The teen was rushing my way at top speed, wide grin across his face.

     I grinned widely, mirroring his excitement as he approached. When the two of us met at the front gates, I tackled him in a hug. "Thank you!"

     It took him a couple seconds to register what was going on, and when he did, "Grr, get your hands off'a'me!"

     "Not until you hug back, dum dum!" Laughing. "I don't usually hug people, so this is your last chance." ...His arms braced my back gently. But then, smirking, I squeezed him as tightly as I could.

     "A-aow! What the crap?!"

     I burst out laughing, letting go. "That's what I used to do to Dad and Ten all the time when I was little. See how tightly I could sque-EE" His arms tightened around me, like two steel rods nearly crushing every bone they braced. He dropped me just as quickly, bursting out into laughter as I keeled over in pain. "..my ribs.." I squeaked.

     "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL MIGHT IS GOING ON HERE?!" The tall, dark blue haired guy from class came zooming at us top speed. Bakugo rose his hands, ready for a fight already..so early in the morning. "WHAT IS THIS?! A CRIME SCENE??!" He commented on my poor, crushed, wheezing self.

     "Nah." I raised a hand over my fallen body and waved it to catch the demanding one's attention. "..Just...uhh...napping." Like a freaking cartoon character, the other classmate went from 100 to 0 in the span of half a second. He stood stiffly, facing the entrance the two of us trouble makers were blocking.

     "I know that isn't the case, but, at least... At least you are alright." Mr. Navy hair sounded at the very least relieved that I was for the most part functional. "BUT DO BE HONEST; IS THIS MAN BOTHERING YOU?!" Rapidly pointing an arm at Bakugo like some traffic guard.

     "HEY I DIDN'T DO A D### THING, FOUR EYES!!!" The blondie argued back. -_- Seriously, the whole four eyes thing? That term's older than my mom.

     I pushed myself up enough to sit. "No.. He's good. I just fell." I defended Katsuki.

     "Oh..." Navy Hair paused again. "WEL IN THAT CASE, WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP HER UP?!"

     "HEY, I'M JUST STANDING HERE!"

     "IT IS THE POLITE THING TO DO!"

     "GO TO H###!" Wow..looks like Bakugo just found his match. I watched from below as Bakugo spun around, shoved his hands into his pockets, and strode past the gates in an angry sort of manner. When my head swung back to catch the one whose shadow was cast over me, I was a little shocked for a second to see the tall teen now a lot closer, this time with a hand sticking out to me.

     "I'm Tenya Iida. I apologize for his rude behavior." I took his hand and in an instant I was yanked up to my feet.

     "Woah!.. No, no worries. That's just Bakugo being Bakugo." I shrugged, brushing myself off. I then glanced over my shoulder to see him still walking funnily.

     "You mean you know him??" Navy asked.

     "Uhh, yeah, at least a little." Guess I wouldn't be able to pretend that we didn't know each other anymore.

     "Huh..." Raising a hand to his chin. "Hey, aren't you the girl who was expelled yesterday?"

     My hand shot up, landing on my face and slowly dragging its way down. "Ughh, s###, I forgot."

     "Language." The tall one added sternly.

     "Yeah yeah, guess I'll... Guess I'll just be leaving then.." I dug my hands into my pockets and began walking the way I came from. Navy rushed in through the gate after I had turned. I stopped before completely vanishing from the entrance point. "HEY, KATZE BAKUGO!" That made him turn around fast. He was fuming with anger still. But before he could shout any kind of response, I waved a hand high over my head. "HAVE FUN IN THERE!!"

     "WAIT YOU'RE NOT COMING?!"

     "CAN'T... I WAS EXPELLED, DOOFUS!.. BUT DON'T WORRY! I'LL STILL BE AROUND!" I reminded him.

     Indeed, even though I didn't get into UA, the chances of us two forgetting about each other were slim to nothing. ...A little sad to think that all that training he did with me was for nothing though... Oh well..

     I arrived back home, threw away all that garbage from my room into the trash bin, set the stuffed T-Rex aside to give to Zig later, and dressed back into some PJs. At last, eyes heavy and mind foggy, I crawled into bed, unplugged my alarm clock, and settled into a gentle sleep...

     Was I disappointed? Yeah, maybe a little bit. But, I was also the kind of person who didn't have a hard time simply not caring either.. I would be fine.

     I would be fine.