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(Disclaimer, this series takes place in "My Hero Academia", where 80% of the world has unique superpowers called "Quirks." except this takes place in America, and not Japan. this is an original work and not a fic....)
(Edit: I forgot to mention, but there’s brief, casual mentions of su!c!de. so, beware and all.)
August 12, 2025. Once again, school begins, and all of my wasted summers have caught up to me. After this is college, which I'm sure will be just as exciting.
I don't even know how to feel right now. All I'm thinking about are the people, and despite the fact that nothing will probably change, I can't help but feel dreadful of the new day. As if everyone secretly hates me and wants me dead, or something. No memories of junior year pop up, I just know I probably made even more people hate me. It's like a trend with how many people hate me every year.
If you think that I'm the problem, then you're probably right.
What can I say, I just suck at being a human being. I don't really know how that's possible, but if anyone can do it, it's me. But I mean, people in general *do* suck, so maybe I'm not to blame for everything.
I get a headache over all this thinking, so I quickly get changed and head inside my mom's car to go to school.
As I'm being taken there, I lean my head against the window and stare at all the streets that surround me. It feels rather nostalgic in a sense. Unbelievable to think how fast time has flown. Where the hell did it all go? Maybe all my worrying made time fly by even faster. And that's how I'm a senior now.
I don't even feel like a senior, though. That's probably not an original thought, I'm sure everyone's felt like that, too.
The more I stare at the window, the more I find my gaze shifting up to see the sky and all the clouds that come with it. I've always thought clouds were so pretty, but no one really knows that. I feel like a poser now that I think about it. But, maybe I'm not as much of a poser as opposed to people who mention just how much of a fan they are of clouds. Meanwhile, the real cloud enjoyers are too busy staring off into the sky to ever mention just how much they like clouds. I mean, my love for clouds was never questioned, so why bring it up? Nothing wrong with wanting to see the clouds form incoherent shapes, like ones you see when you sit up too quickly in the morning. Besides, who cares what other people think about you?
That's pretty ironic coming from me, now that I think about it.
This is still about clouds, right? I don't know. Any rational person would think that I'm projecting an idea through these clouds, but I don't think so. I'm not a deep person, at least I don't think I am. I'm just a shallow and superficial guy. A guy who's ultimately alone in this world.
Not for long, though, as I arrive to school, dropped off at the south parking lot once more.
I take a few steps towards the building, as our school is more of an open-campus type of school, and not really your traditional high school with one big building filled with hallways and classrooms. Instead, there's multiple buildings.
When I head inside, I take a detour to the right instead of my traditional route of going straight. There are certain people I don't want to see., especially *him.* Besides, they probably hate me. I'm just doing them a favor by not making my presence known.
Maybe I shouldn't think about them so much.
As I navigate the halls, I try to soak it all in. The familiarity is coming to me, and I'm sure I'll know these halls by name again. It's only 7:30, and school doesn't start until a whole hour later, but something about being here early feels rather comforting. It's probably because of the lack of other people that are present.
Though, I'm not sure how I'm gonna be killing time. Then again, that might just be how got here. I got so busy trying to kill time that I hadn't realized I was killing myself in the process. Too much time staying home and playing games like a chud.
But it was fun, so... worth.
I head inside another hallway, still going straight, and seeing all the colorful lockers that were painted and drawn on. Since no one uses those lockers anymore, I guess they let some people draw on them. There's a lot of nice drawings, like one that represents equal rights among all races, and some that embrace diversity.
I certainly don't feel welcome here, not always anyway.
Before I knew it, I'm standing right outside P building, which is around the top right corner of the school, from the perspective of the south parking lot. Not *all* the way at the corner though, since that's where IA building is.
There's just one class I need to find.
M4.
I feel compelled to head to the right, so I do just that. I don't think it can be anywhere else, since I basically know where all the classes are. That's something you should expect from a senior, I think.
Remember how I just said that I'm certain that M4 couldn't be anywhere else?
Well, there's these two doors at the end of the hall. They're blue, and firm. I hold onto the cool handles and try giving it a nudge, but it doesn't budge.
Better to try, but I didn't think it would work.
In front of the doors, is a building I went inside last year. I think they call it "Little Theater", that's where I went to see my school's production of Alice By Heart. And right beside it is the Drama room, which leads to the stage and the auditorium.
I only know all of this because I had drama last year. It was pretty fun, but I don't think I would make a good actor. One look at me and you'd understand why.
With no other choice, I decide to stay right next to the doors and wait for time to pass. The surrounding area is... dirty. Unclean and unkept, it feels a little off-putting, but at the same time rather nostalgic. I remember how dirty the walls looked on my first day of being a Freshman here.
My shoulders start to feel expontentially heavy, and they get the better of me as I reluctantly slip my backpack off me, placing it to the cleanest corner I can find around here.
As I go through my phone, I see a teacher passing right by me. I don't recognize her, but she looks relatively old. She also has on glasses and a face mask. Reminds me of COVID, although the mask isn't too crazy, I don't think. I've seen a few students who still have one on.
More teachers pass by me. And I recognize a few of them, such as Mr. Rossborne, who was my AP World teacher, and a teacher that I'm sure hates me. I was on my phone in his class a lot, and barely scraped by with a C. His class did teach me that studying actually helps me do better in my tests though, so I'm just hoping that lesson carries on this year. I'm aware about senioritis, but I should still keep my grades up nonetheless. I wonder how long it'll take until that won't matter, at a time where my grades are stable enough to miss out on an assignment or two.
Only after so many teachers and other miscellaneous staff pass right by me is when I finally acknowledge the gate to my now left.
There's a gate.
To my left.
Where teachers enter.
I think I'd rather be late to the wrong class than have *this* be where I spend the rest of my mornings.
There's nowhere I could hide, either.
I've thought about it many times, but I don't think I've ever wanted an invisibility Quirk more than I do now. Especialy now that there are other students approaching this same hallway. There's this one guy who's pretty tall, considerably more-so than I am. For reference, I stand at a painfully average height of 5'7, whereas this guy is probably... 5'11 or something. He looks awkward, especially as he discreetly glances at me and his face flushes with confusion and wonder, being conveyed so simulatenously that his face looks like it's trying to express a new emotion entirely. I sweat a little at the sight of it, but this isn't anything new to me. It's just never easy to get used to it, like I'm some anomaly.
And I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking about me that way.
A few more people start showing up, such as a girl, who is adorned in a lot of pink. So much pink. Even her backpack is pink. I wouldn't be surprised if her hair was pink too. But no, it's brown. A stark contrast to such a bright color. She's considerably far from me, though, so I would have to assume she's not in my class.
Another person and... I don't think I've ever been more confused about someone's gender than I am now. They're the most androgynous person I've ever seen. Their hair is a light brown that fades darker as it rests on their shoulders, they also have a white jacket and jorts, with black converse and white socks that go above the ankles but stop just below the shin.
And I look like a creep for staring at them for so long. I quickly turn my head away, but surprised to see how little they've acknowledged my presence in comparison. Is it weird that I want to ask how they identify as?
Yeah, probably. Maybe if I just asked for their name, I'd get a better feel for what gender they might be.
I almost never indulge in these antics, but for some reason, I feel compelled to ask now more than ever.
And then it hits me.
What if... I just waited until we go inside and hear their name through the attendance?
Yes! I'm so smart. That way I don't have to interact with them. Being asocial fucking rocks. (No it doesn't.)
8:20.
The bell rings, and shortly after, students start pouring in the hallways. It starts getting increasingly louder as shoes crease the concrete floor and classmates fill up the space around the blue doors. I even see a couple friends of mine who also have the same class as me, which is nice.
5 minutes pass like the wind as I see another teacher coming out through the gates. He looks rather gruffly with the beard and furrowed brows, accompanied by the relative number of items he seems to be holding onto, looking as if they're moments away from slipping from his grasp. I almost want to help, but I feel like it would make things worse if I tried.
He's able to open the doors with relative ease, which surprises me, letting us all inside as he quickly enters to turn on some lights and head to another door all the way at the end of the hallway to open that one as well. As I navigate through the halls, I notice a room filled with a bunch of instruments. This seems like the band room, which makes me believe that I am in the right place for piano.
Well damn.
As I contemplate over how the rest of my mornings are going to turn out, we all head inside the room. It looks rather bleak and basic, with the white walls and black seats. There's a spot that clearly belongs to the teacher, with a monitor on the top left corner of the room and a few computers on a desk. And, the first thing people would tend to notice, all the keyboards around the room. I can't even tell how many there are... about 20 or so, from the looks of it. There's also two seats per keyboard, so I take it that two people will share a keyboard.
Before any of us can sit down, the teacher begins speaking.
"Good morning class. I'll hope that you all had a good summer and had time to rest up, but now we're back at school once again." He speaks so coherently that he doesn't even sound tired. Maybe it's some sort of disguise, or maybe he's just happy to be back teaching more students. "My name is Mr. Salazia, or more commonly known as Mr. Sal. I'll be giving you assigned seats, as this helps me remember your names, so just bear with me for a while, then you can sit wherever."
I get assigned to sit at the very back of the class at the corner. Swaggers. What isn't so swaggers though is that I have to sit next to someone else.
I don't think I've seen her before. What I immediately notice is her withdrawn posture- she has her arms crossed and her head turned away from the keyboard, almost as if the floor is far more interesting than anything to look at over here. She has long, golden brown hair that looks incredibly smooth. I couldn't help but notice that she also has a sleek, purple tail, wrapped around herself, giving herself even more protection from the strangers that surround her. Her posture tells me more than I need to know, so I don't try saying anything to her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or anything.
As Mr. Salazia tells everyone else where to sit, I take a moment to look at the piano. It's a little overwhelming, as there are a lot of buttons, many of which I have no idea what they do. I gently raise one hand over the keyboard, and try pressing on a key.
Nothing happens.
I press a few more, but I hear no sound. I think it must be broken or something. That is until I notice a power button. It hits me that these keyboards are digital, which surprises me. I don't think I've heard of anything like it, but I suppose it does make sense. In spite of my temptation to want and turn it on, I hold myself back.
"Ciro?"
Hearing my name snaps me out of my boredom. I quickly look up at my name called and quickly let out a "Here" before glancing back down at the keyboard. I look at it from left to right, and it's quite roomy. Plenty of space for the both of us to use. And besides, I never really took the time to learn how to play an instrument, so maybe this class won't be so bad.
I listen intently to the teacher as I glance at where that mysterious person is sitting, waiting for them to say "here" at a name. Whatever their name may be.
I look over like this is the most important thing in the world, and then I finally hear it.
"Sam?"
They look up from their keyboard and raise their hand quickly, as Mr. Sal nods and shifts his mouse around a little, before continuing with the next name in the attendance.
Sam.
This is surely some joke.
That name is gender neutral.
They didn't even speak so I couldn't hear their voice. I slump back down on my chair, feeling disappointed. Normally I don't care much for other people, but for some reason I can't help but feel a little upset that I wasn't able to successfully dissect them. Maybe they really are just the ultimate non-binary.
As Mr. Ialreadyforgot finishes with the attendance, he talks about classroom expectations and how a key aspect in his classroom will be that no phones are allowed at anytime. Makes sense considering we're probably going to be using the keyboard a lot. He passes around papers for everyone, as the reserved girl hands me one. It's one of those papers that explains the rules and that this paper is expected to be returned with the signature of a parent or guardian. I discreetly look through the paper before putting it away.
The bell rings, and we didn't even have time to play a single note.
The teacher dismisses us, and apologizes for taking so long to get through the attendance and we'll start learning how to play tomorrow. Cool.
Without learning the path, I make my way to my second period relatively easily. Like I said, I know my way around the place. Unfortunately, I have to put up with stairs. Those are always annoying.
I shuffle around students in the halls and enter the classroom- Economics. The classroom is very reminiscent of my AP World class, which makes sense, considering both of them are in the same building, that being A.
I sit at the back to continue establishing my asocial dominance and superiority, of course. And, well, since no one else wants to sit next to me. My being is a repellent for people.
More people start pouring in the classroom, a swarm of familiar and unrecognizable faces alike. And, of course, no one dares to sit next to me. Expected, but I try not to let it get to me. Makes things less awkward.
And then I spot a familiar face.
Tom.
I thought I had enough of this guy last year, (and the year before that) but life has a funny way of playing tricks on you. So now I have to deal with him again.
"Yo, is that Ciro? Ayy, what's up man? We got the same class again!" He exclaims, his face brightening when he spots me.
And of course, he sits next to me. Although it is nice that he's one of the few people who isn't repelled by me, I think I'd rather just be alone.
"It sure looks like that." I reply, with a neutral tone.
"We're like, fated or something. Isn't that cool? I think that's pretty cool." He doesn't even look my way when asking, instead he's staring out the doorway and watching students enter the room one-by-one, almost as if he's expecting someone.
"The coolest." I respond while chuckling a little. I have to admit, he's pretty funny. I've known this guy since elementary school. I was a weird kid back then, so I have no idea how or why he tolerated me. Now it feels like *I'm* the one tolerating him. It's funny how that works.
The bell rings, and a few people enter, arriving late. One of them sits with Tom, that being Justyn. A friend of his who I presume he was waiting for.
I look forward and see the teacher, shaking her head at the late students. "Tardy! And on the first day too! You should be ashamed of yourselves." Her tone carries out lightly, showing that she isn't actually mad, but instead slightly disappointed. "Anyway, welcome to Economics. I don't want to be here anymore than you do, but that's pretty much life. Sit wherever for now, but don't get TOO comfortable since they'll be changing soon." Every year that you progress in high school is less and less liberty for where you get to sit, huh?
She introduces herself as Ms. Moller, and how the first semester will be about Economics and the second semester will be Government. This reminds me of freshman year all over again.
I try to pay attention to what she's saying, but then I start suddenly sweating. Quite profusely, too, and I get the sense that someone is staring at me. I tell myself that I am just overreacting, but I decide to discreetly glance around anyway.
And that's when I see it.
A girl.
Looking directly at me.
I recoil a little at the blatant staring, nearly shrieking. I quickly turn my head away from her, and I know I'm probably overreacting, but this behavior is a little unorthodox, so just bear with me.
I try not to focus on her as the class comes to its end, with Ms. Moller telling us to have a good rest of our first day. I quickly leave before that girl has a chance of seeing me again, already nearly at my third period before I knew it. P207, the "2" meaning it's an upstairs classroom. Again. Fun.
As I whine and moan about having to go upstairs again, I make it up. Just before I can enter, I can see what I assume to be the teacher of this class, greeting me with a "Buenos días"
And of course, I reciprocate the message back. She seems like a nice teacher.
I head inside the classroom of AP Spanish Lang. This is one of the classes I'm not too particularly worried about, so I think I'll manage just fine.
I already see one of my friends in the center of the classroom, and despite wanting to sit at the back, there's already one person occupying each group, so I'm left with little choice but to sit next to him. This classroom makes it very clear that the teacher is very proud of her culture and heritage. I've been in two other spanish classes, and the decorations are similar in concept. Unique in their own way, but still representing their history, which I think is nice.
I turn my head at my friend, Damo, but I don't say anything. He looks at me back for a bit before he decides to break the silence.
"What?" He managed to spit out, his face looking between a mix of awkwardness and confusion.
"Why are you here?" I ask, jokingly. "You know you're just gonna fail, right?"
"Oh, shut up," He responds. "Ms. Lopez said that this class doesn't give out homework, so I thought it would be an easy A."
Ms. Lopez was our spanish teacher last year. "Maybe for an average student, but not your ass." I quip.
"Not even dude, I'm gonna do so good." He strikes back.
"Totally." I reluctantly respond. I look around as the classroom starts getting fuller, feeling a little nervous at the thought of seeing that *one* person. The bell rings, however, as the teacher closes the door and enters the classroom, so I think it's safe to say I'm fine for now. Half the classes down.
"Buenos días clase" She begins, with the rest of the class responding back. "Ya empezó la escuela otra vez y creo que estamos listos para empezar este año." Something that I remember Ms. Lopez telling us is how we're gonna be expected to speak only Spanish in this class, so I wonder just how many people are going to do that.
During this time, I think Damo was talking to me or something. I honestly can't remember, because I was too busy looking at this perculiar girl. She looks very familiar, but I'm not certain. She has long, blonde hair. Its color is super rich and shiny, with curls that twirl with purpose. Her skin is of a russet brown-like color, which gleams in the golden glow of the classroom lighting. I try looking at her discreetly, but I'm failing miserably.
Now I *really* feel like a creep.
Before I can divert my gaze, I feel a punch to my shoulder. It hit with intent, and I recoil my arm a little as I turn to look at Damo again.
I clutch onto my shoulder. "What the hell?" I comment on his action. He looks at me with a raised brow, as if I'm the one in the wrong.
"Were you even listening to what I said?" He questions, interrogating me.
"Yeah, yeah, you're complaining about how hard this class will be and how much you want to drop out." I look back at the teacher, as Damo displays a clearly unamused expression.
"First of all, it's the first fucking day," He says "And second, that wasn't even close."
"Whatever you say" I respond, and he looks even more unamused, which I didn't think was possible. I go back to pathethically trying to discreetly look at that girl. I don't really hear what the teacher tells us, who introduces herself as señora Diaz, but I don't think it's that important. I'll probably be fine.
I'm momentarily freed from school as the bell rings for lunch, but as I stand up, I advert my gaze back at that girl. I really want to get to know her, but I probably shouldn't try doing anything. As I contemplate as to what I should do, I feel someone staring at me again. I turn to my right and see Damo, right at the door and waiting for me. I go up to him and he sighs as we start walking out.
"What the hell were you doing?"
"Nothing" I mutter. He replies discreetly, sounding as if he doesn't believe me, which I can't say I blame him. Eventually we part ways, and I sit at my usual spot, which are the benches near the main gate. For reference, the main gate is to the middle right of the whole school, under the perspective from the south parking lot (Again.)
A lot of people start walking past me, which is to be expected, but I hate it all the same. I try not to pay much mind to them, as I hop on the Brawl. Is it a dumb game? Yes. But I enjoy it, so who cares?
Lunch is mainly uneventful. I did see that girl from my econ class pass by the halls, though. She looked at me briefly before she continued walking past me.
The bell rings.
I head to my next class, which is quirk training. That's to the left of the school. After this I have AP Literature, which is going to P building... again. As I walk over to class, I realize just how back and forth my schedule is. Pretty annoying, but there's not much I can do about it.
I head over to a spot where some students usually hang out at, between the arena and the boys' locker room.
After getting there, I just sit around by myself until the bell rings, waiting for our teacher, who I believe his name was Mr. Arias. As I'm waiting, I hear a few students bickering rather loudly. I look up to see the commotion, and see two guys face-to-face, inches apart. One guy looks like your average blonde dude, staring at the blue hair kid who is clearly enraged. He's holding his hands out like he's about to do something, as they start to faintly glow.
Before I can even react, the blue haired kid strikes the blonde one, but the blondie vanishes before my very sight. He reappears right behind the blue hair kid, sweeping his legs. The blue hair kid stumbles, but manages to propel himself back up using his fire that he manifests from his hands, throwing a fiery punch at the blondie's face. This time, the blondie just tilts his head to the side, dodging the attack with relative ease.
At the same time, a teacher who I can only presume as Mr. Arias, comes out of the arena as the fire that shot out of the blue hair kid's hand flies directly at him.
And it hits him.
Right on his face, burning a bit of the left side of his face as the impact of the fireball dropped his hat. He didn't even flinch, however, he just brushed away the remaining flames off his face and kneeled to pick up his hat, before putting it back on and walking towards the students.
He goes up to the culprit, who doesn't even look the slightest bit worried about getting reprimanded. I feel nervous for him, but all the teacher does is pat him on the shoulder and tells him "'Preciate the passion, but at least wait until we're in the arena." He goes up to the doors at the entrance of the arena, clipboard in hand. He looks down at it and starts calling off names one at a time.
"Nolan" he begins. I look to see a scrawny boy who nervously replies "Here", to which the teacher tells him to head inside, opening the doors to let him in. He reluctantly enters.
More students start heading inside, one at a time, and I find out that the blondie's name is Braxton, and the blue-hair's name is Wins. A little ironic, I'd say.
When he finally calls my name, I raise my hand and I enter the arena. Almost immediately after I enter, I'm nearly hit with some energy slash, but I duck at the last second.
"Almost hit the weirdo" I hear one guy say
"No kidding. The hell's he even doing here?" I hear another reply
I rub the back of my neck as I nervously walk to the side and head to the stairs to take a seat. Clearly I'm not wanted here, but it's not my fault that some form of Quirk Training is required for 2 years.
I go up the bleachers and sit there, watching as everyone else is brawling it out. I look around the arena and see that this is supposed to be a basketball court, but no one's really playing basketball. They're all just fighting each other, as if they've been waiting for this class all day.
After everyone is inside, Mr. Arias enters the arena, telling all the other kids to chill out. He then begins to explain how this class will work, but I basically already know it: you have two options. Either you focus on honing your quirk, or you go to the weight room with other students and just... get stronger, I guess. The weight room are for students who are taking the class but don't have a quirk, or for those whose quirk aren't capable of expanding any further or is just downright useless. I fall under the latter, so I won't be spending much time here. When I had this class last year, our final was a tournament. The winner got extra credit, but all you had to do was try your best and actually put up a fight.
For now, though, he let us all do whatever, and for me that was just being on my phone and doing absolutely nothing. What can I say, I'm not exactly the motivated type. Beats having to do anything.
I pay little mind to the fights going on, which Mr. Arias told the students to keep it moderate, but they're very distracting and loud. Eventually the 10 minute bell rings, which is where we would normally go to our locker to change our clothes and get our stuff, but we don't have access to the lockers yet.
The second bell rings, this one dismissing us to our next class.
I tread outside the arena and feel the blaring sun across my face. It's blinding, so I shield my face from the sunlight, as I head back to P building for my next class. At least it isn't upstairs either.
I'm somewhat dreading this class, as I was told the teacher is prone to giving out a lot of work. A lot of work that I don't really want to do, but I reluctantly head inside his class anyway.
Mr. Lyres.
I'm so fucking scared.
I feel compelled to sit at the front of the class, but I decide to sit near the middle instead. I don't really want to be noticed by him, but I'm also not trying to miss out on anything he says, so I can't exactly sit at the back. As I take my seat, I look around the classroom. A lot of posters relating to proper grammar and figurative speech. There's also a lot of posters about music, bands and artists. They look old, as if they date back to the 1800s or something. Maybe even further.
Glancing over to my right and I see a lot of different people. Like, on the wall. I have no idea who they're supposed to be, but I see names like "Edgar Allan Poe" so I'm guessing these are all authors, or poets of some kind.
The bell rings, and now starts our 5th period. Just this and one more class to go.
Mr. Lyres, just as every teacher has, introduces himself and talks a bit about what to expect for this following school year going forward. He also explains how we're the test subject class, as he's never had to teach an AP class before today. Apparently, a lot of students wanted to take AP Lit this year, so he was taught what to expect about teaching students in preparation for AP Exams and all. And somehow, I landed myself in his class out of any other class. Just my luck.
I'm listening as to what more Mr. Lyres is saying, when all of a sudden, I hear a voice in the back of my mind.
*Holy fuck this class is gonna be so boring.*
What?
*What the fuck was that?* I think to myself.
*Shit.* I hear in the back of my mind. I turn around and see this guy behind me. He has short, messy and dark brown hair with a bunch of freckles. He also has two gold antennae on his head with floating red orbs over each of them.
I look at him for a bit, as he stares right back at me.
*Was... was that you?* I think to myself.
Nothing.
*Okay then...* I turn back to look at the teacher, still very much weirded out at that interaction. I'm not going crazy, am I?
The rest of the class is uneventful. As the bell rings, I start leaving, when I spot that girl from my spanish class again. How did I not notice her until now, I wonder. Maybe I should talk to her after all.
I start walking towards her absentmindedly, paying no attention to my surroundings. In my attempt in doing so, I fail miserably and trip over a backpack and start falling to the floor. Welp, this is it.
Then I feel a hand latch onto my wrist and pull me back up before I could crash down. I turn around to see who it is. It's some guy. I study his face intently. He smiles at me "You should watch where you going, man."
I have no idea who this guy is. But for some reason I want to know more about him.
Before I can even ask his name or anything, he's already leaving.
I shake my head a little to snap back to my senses. I look back up to see the girl, but she's already gone. Damnit. Well, whatever. My fault for being stupid.
I head to my last class for the day, which is statistics and probability, located at L building. Basically at the center of the school and near the arena. So, it's almost like I'm backtracking.
Again.
AND IT'S UPSTAIRS?
Someone kill me.
I make it inside the classroom, and the first thing I notice are all the posters around the room. Some look like projects from previous students, while the rest of them are either formulas, graphs or math puns.
The teacher greets me, and for a moment she looks familiar. That's when it hits me.
The glasses, the mask.
The same teacher I saw in the morning.
Awkward...
As students start pour in, she tells us where to sit by the numbers on the desks. I'm told to sit at desk number 9. I don't think much about it. Of course, I'd rather be at the back but... this is fine, too.
And I almost feel my heart stop.
As I glance over at the students entering the classroom, I see someone.
Not just anyone.
Him.
*Him.*
Him? What the fuck is he doing here?
Oh my god I'm going to kill myself. I want to bash my head against this desk. It was one fucking class left. And I could've been free. But no.
He just had to be in here too.
The worst part?
He's sitting right next to me.
I'm sweating so much now. I can't help it. I was so close, so goddamn close. Oh my god. I'll just try to pretend he isn't there. Or something. I don't know.
----
I couldn't pretend he wasn't there.
And now everyone is starting to leave. School is over, and I hadn't even realized until I see everyone leaving. I just sit there until I see him leaving the classroom, then I start leaving as well.
But the teacher stops me. I think her name is Ms. Lee? "Are you okay?" She questions me, examining me carefully through her glasses. "You just looked a little off, so I just want to make sure everything's all right."
I hesitate on responding for a brief moment. After a bit of awkward silence, I get my words in. "Oh... yeah, right, I'm okay. Just.... tired. Hard to get used to school again, that's all."
"That's okay, I understand. It was pretty tiring for me too. See you tomorrow"
"Right" I quickly respond, before heading out of the classroom. I look up at the sky and see some clouds. That makes me feel a little bit better.
I quickly head downstairs and start making my way out of the school.
The rest of the way out is a blur. I wait outside the school, right at the crosswalk as I look at the red light, waiting for it to turn green so I can cross. Other students start crowding the area, but I can hear people shifting their bodies to step away from me. I even hear a few whispers from people, and I feel like they're talking about me, but I can't make out what they're saying. A bunch of cars zoom right past, as the streets are buzzing with noise.
The light finally turns green, and I get the hell out of there as soon as I can. I see my mom's car and get inside.
"¿Cómo te fue?" she asks. "Bien" I respond. I'm not really in any mood to talk, so I just keep my words minimal.
I stare out the window again. All the previous clouds that I once saw earlier today are all gone now, leaving only the ugly light of day to shine across the streets. It's blinding, and I can't withstand it. Not only that, but man is it hot. Despite my attempt to find even the smallest bit of clouds, I'm only left with the endless blue sky. The day is now clear.
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I finally make it back home, heading inside and tossing my backpack aside. I head to the bathroom, feeling as if I need to use it, but as soon as I step inside, the feeling subsides. I still try anyway, but to no avail.
Instead, I advert my gaze to the mirror. I reluctantly stand in front of it, using it as a means to hold myself upright, putting my arms against the rim of the sink as an anchor.
I take a good look at myself.
Now, throughout my day, you may have noticed how much my appearance has been mentioned, and even apparent at times. So, what the hell, right? What's up with that?
You might even think to yourself how bad it could possibly be.
I slowly put my hand up to my... 'face.' I don't exactly have a traditional face... or, well, I don't have a face at all. Not even a normal head or neck.
I have a showerhead... for a head. Like this emoji right here --> 🚿
Weird, isn't it? Yeah... tell me about it. I've had to deal with this my whole life. Even my brother looks normal. He actually has eyes, a nose, ears, a mouth, hair.
But not me.
I don't have any of those things.
I'm not normal. I never really have been.
You probably expected me to be just some conventionally unattractive, painfully average guy, who has an initially weak Quirk, but I learn how to use it to the best of my ability and become some hero.
But that's not me.
I'm no hero. I'm not even the underdog of this story.
I'm just a weird guy with a weird head.
And you're stuck having to hear my story.