"So what happened?" Heather asked, peeking over your broken arm as she took another bite from her "zero-carbs" cereal bar.

"Oh nothing out of the ordinary, I just broke my arm like any other person would," you rolled your eyes at the redhead, in which she rolls her eyes back at you.

"Well it is your fault, why weren't you being cautious?" The girl queried, examining the damage down to your arm. She was waiting for your response, but you didn't even say anything, nor did you expressed your words through your actions. You were just silent, your movements sluggishly poking your food with your chopsticks.

It was unlike you to say the least. Heather expected to hear you complain about the weather, whine about your lack of sleep, bitch about your broken arm but no. You were just uncharacteristically silent and disinterested in any particular subject. You would fill silence with your utter nonsense, knowing full too well you hated the awkward tension lingering whenever you were with someone. She scrunches her brow in concern.

"Hey Y/N why are you silent today? You're usually bad mouthing some students you cut you off in lines, what the hell," Heather voices her concern in the most Heather-way possible, demanding and blunt more than anything. The girl directed her amethyst gaze towards her friend with a crippled arm playing with their food with a blank expression. She raises a concerned brow. "And stop playing with your food. What are you, nine?"

"I'm fifteen years old, Heather. You're only a few months older than me, shut up." You flatly retorted with a sigh, closing your lunchbox and it's untouched food, packing it in your bag with pursued lips and an empty gaze.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did something happened? Does your arm hurt?" The crimson haired girl asked. You simply shrugged, feigning confusion and uncertainty. Heather arches her brow with pursued lips. "Y/N what's wrong? Come on, you can tell me."

You wouldn't budge, but we're talking about Heather here. If she wants something, she's getting it by any means necessary. You've seen her in action before and the girl is a usual spitfire, a boiling oil in a pan randomly splashing at people when merely approached, do you really wanna see her at her worst? It's not like you haven't seen it, but it scary more than anything you have witnessed.

Begrudgingly, you nodded your head. But that wasn't enough to satisfy her concern judging from her anticipating sight, amethyst gaze staring expectantly straight to your soul. You took this as a sign to begin talking. You sighed, before words started to flow from your mouth as she listens attentively and intently.

"You um— know my groupmate Shin Nemoto?" She nods, her wavy crimson fringe swaying along the motion. "Well uh... He used his quirk on me earlier this morning. He asked me if my arm was really injured and I felt really violated that he used his quirk against me... So... Yeah, I guess that's that."

There was a pause and you feared for the worst when you looked up. Her usual pale complexion was noticeably red, anger seeping from her pores as her eye twitched. You took this as a sign to hold her down before she storms her away towards the bespectacled blond boy.

"Calm down—"

"CALM DOWN?! THAT WINDOW FACED BITCH JUST USED HIS QUIRK ON YOU AND FOR WHAT?!" She exclaims, putting both hands on your shoulder. "Y/N, you and I are the only ones without a quirk in the classroom for crying out loud, we shouldn't let them do that to us!" You yelped at her sudden firm grip around your wrist uninjured, as you were dragged upwards. "We're telling the school counselor about this, goddamnit Y/N. They have no right to use their quirk on us!"

"H-Heather no—!" You shook your head, attempting to stop her in her tracks by pulling her back. You were particularly confused to where she could be pulling her strength from despite her small form, but she really put up a good fight with your strength. "He means no harm! It's my fault that my bandage was too bulky and looks fake—!"

"Window-face is nothing but an insecure little bitch who thinks he is special." She hissed. "He probably thinks you're trying to faking that injury of yours to gain attention which is untrue. He is an irrational bastard who thinks everyone is out to get him."

"Heather just listen to me please!" She was forced to halt from her trip towards the office to file a complaint to listen to your persistent begging with her brow raised. "Come on now Heather— you know that I hate going in that office. You already know that quirkless kids like us won't be helped."

Heather's face softened in realization, her grip loosening before she sighs and leads you back from where you sat previously. She hated you were right and she was done with the bullshit you had to deal with si ply for being quirkless among your class. Despite that, no one dared to come near her because of her feisty front she puts up as a defense. But you, oh Heather shakes her head whenever you'd let yourself fall victim from the teasing and the quirk usage towards you. She hated the fact that you frequently brush it off instead of telling them to fuck off. She hated the fact that she can't report this, knowing full too well that the faculty will dismiss you. Discrimination is a bitch, and you knew it.

Heather lets out a sharp exhale. "Fine. Let's not report this. But if that four eyed freak uses his quirk against you again, I'll bash his brain in, got it?" You can only nod at her. "Our school's a shit show. You shouldn't let them treat you that way, Y/N, goddamnit."

"I'll try..." You sighed, trying to reassure the girl but she will never be satisfied until she witnessed you doing so.

"Okay listen up," The girl rolls her purple eyes with an audible groan, before she firmly plants a hand over your shoulder, fingers digging through your flesh. It wasn't painful enough to bruise, but it sure does send a message. You lent her your whole, undivided attention. "We're walking together tomorrow. I'm waking up early than usual and walk to your house. "Wait for me, you little bitch, or I'll disembowel you."

"Alright, alright," you waved your hand at her direction. "Heather chill down for once, Jesus Christ..."

"Come on. Since we're not eating anymore we might as well get back to class." She sighs, swinging her bag over her shoulder as she waits for you to do the same. Once finished, you trailed behind her heels to make a beeline in the classroom.