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˗ˏˋ achilles' heel - chapter three ˎˊ˗

// in my opinion, //

Katsuki Bakugo wasn't the only problem in your already stressed life. On top of the homework, projects and internships, you were in a relationship with someone else from another school. Normally, you wouldn't mind being in one. Truth be told. you didn't mind it at all for the first few months. But by the fifth month it was starting to take a toll on you.

He was controlling, manipulative and insensitive. One minute he would tell you how much you meant to him, and the next he would ghost you for days on end; the only reason for that being 'busy'. Just like Bakugo, trying to predict what he would do next was infuriating. But at the same time you felt horrible for trying to leave him.

The first time you tried to get away, he was a screaming mess at you. He shouted profanities while grabbing your shirt and begged you to stay with him. Tears streaming down his face and twisted features were what kept you. To be honest, the only reason you were putting up with his antics was the crushing guilt. And how it would eat away at you anytime you would think for yourself. This is wrong. You kept telling yourself that, over and over again. It was a mantra you replayed through your daily life. It became a lullaby that lulled you to sleep. But somehow you never complied with it.

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As you blankly stared at the school's blackboard, agitatedly tapping your pen against the desk, a silvery voice snapped you out of your trance. It soothed your etching thoughts and with it came a slight tap on the shoulder.

"Hey, everything alright with you?" A girl with dark coloured hair furrowed her eyebrows in concern. In one hand she twirled a piece of an earphone that was connected her ear, and the other was repetitively tapping against the wooden table. You turned you head behind in you chair to meet her gaze, her purple fringe partly covering her eyes.

You returned her question with a subtle nod before looking back in front. There was no need to trouble anyone else with your own thoughts. Letting out a weighty huff, you allowed your head to rest upon your arms laid on the desk, turning your vision vertical. Eyes struggling to stay open, you felt the darkness from the corner of your vision expand. They stung at you for relief, and you granted it with the empty darkness beneath your eyelids. Saturday's night was one that consisted of curses, broken plates and wet faces. And to be frank, the aftermath had taken a toll on your sleep schedule.

There was no definite reason you could find as to why the fight had started. One thing had led to another. And before you knew it, his kitchen floor was splattered with shattered ceramic and splotches of tap water. Both of you were breathing heavy before one would stomp out of the room. Most times you voluntarily stayed behind to clean up the wreckage. Trying to get him to help would just result in more unnecessary conflict.

This is wrong, you would tell yourself once more as you picked up the pearl fragments, which left dribbles of scarlet. But you didn't care. It wouldn't matter. Not in a few days. Not in a few years, It wouldn't matter at all. This would all eventually pass. You clung onto that chant like a toddler clings on to it's toy. It was the only thing that you hung on for your sanity's sake.

But when you thought back to him, you found yourself thinking about someone almost entirely different. And before you knew it you were noticing eerie similarities between them. Like how the both of their voices would crack a little when they tried to shout for a prolonged period. Or how their eyes would widen a little, with each step, making you detect every little detail that whirled around in their iris. Or maybe it was the way they both looked at you when they weren't in such a fit. The halcyon gaze they would send towards you issued a chilling shiver you weren't familiar with. It was almost comforting and you couldn't help but feel safe-. Stop it. Your thoughts were once again getting ahead of themselves, a habit you often found yourself slipping to every once in a while.

A repeating voice echoed in your head, one that was foreign to your own thoughts. It reminded you of those ice cream trucks that would circle around your neighbourhood as a child. How you hated them. Their blaring tune, that rose each time they closed in, sent waves of unexplained terror through you. While children emerged out of their gardens to catch a glimpse of the cherry coloured van, you sprinted under your covers to cower until the sound dispersed. The repetitive tune still itched at the back of your mind till this day, secretly driving fear into the immature parts of you. Perhaps it was why you chose to purposely avoid loud people. But that only made it easier for him to get on your nerves.

"L/N-san!" You jumped out of your seat, crumbling the relaxed position you were snoozing into. All eyes were on you. The lights from above harshly shone and watered your eyes. Composing yourself by straightening your posture, you rubbed your face in hope of ridding the prickle welding up from within. But the class' fixed gaze only made it worse. Another tingle compiled, but this time in your throat. You swallowed it down with a hardened effort before looking at the demanding source.

Ectoplasm was standing in front of the blackboard. In his hand he held a piece of chalk that was outstretched towards you. Confused, you looked at it, then back at him; the milky pupils staring at you with a blank expression. You obviously had been called on a question, but because of your sleepy mood, had missed it. You racked your brain and scolded yourself for giving into your lethargic needs. Math was already hard enough to keep up with, sleeping through it wouldn't help you at all.

Ectoplasm took the silence as proof that you weren't paying attention. He tilted his head before graciously repeating the question that had slipped through your mind before.

"Would you like to show the class how to solve this?" He moved a little sideways so that you could see the blackboard clearly. An equation was scribbled in neat numbers in smudged chalk and you meandered your way to the front to get a closer look. You silently thanked whoever was above that it could be solved easily. Ectoplasm handed you the chalk for you to write with, allowing you to complete the question. After you had finished, you hurried back to your desk, face still flushed from embarrassment. And out of the corner of your eye, you swear you could see the irritable blond chuckling to himself.

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When the merciful bell rung throughout the school's hallway, you wasted no time leaping out of your seat to cram your belongings into your bag. Barely missing detention was something you had achieved today. You weren't planning on getting it the next lesson by being late.

An animated figure jumped into your vision, their pink curls bouncing around as they hopped their way over. They laid their hands on you desk and tapped their feet in a consecutive rhythm. You narrowed your eyebrows at them before continuing on with your task. After a few seconds of silent hesitation, the pink girl asked a bizarre question.

"You 'kay?" You turned your head to meet her onyx gaze, golden pupils staring directly into yours. Well, by a normal viewpoint it wasn't a bizarre question. But Mina Ashido was known to be an effervescent girl who would come across as a airhead to some. Her questions usually consisted of ones that talked about nonsense; like where chocolate milk came from, and how many sticks Kaminari could fit in his mouth. She never really dwelled on anything too personal. So coming from her, it was a pretty bizarre question.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it, alright?" Giving her a wholehearted grin, you ruffled her bubblegum-coloured head. There were too many people on your case. And getting them involved or worrying them wasn't something you would be open with doing. Ashido pouted, letting out a whiny huff. She dropped her head onto the wooden desk in defeat before playing with the uniform's green tie that she aimlessly flapped around.

"I don't believe you." She disagreed, whilst walking out the classroom alongside you. Her tone was more serious this time. You whipped your head to face her, but she was looking straight ahead into the school's hallways. The bustling crowds that the both of you weaved in and out of, like the boats in the Venice canals, only cluttered your thoughts even more.

What was she, a mind reader? Of course you weren't okay. You were never truly 'okay' since staying by your boyfriend's side. You were aimlessly tiring yourself out, trying to defend yourself for everything single action day in and out. Ashido knew. Of course she knew about him. Her lively nature made it easy you open up to her. And at some point you found yourself spilling out all the regrets and pains you had to endure. Surprisingly she didn't tell anyone about it, which contrasted with her talkative nature. But it relieved you. At least there was someone you could let your guard down around.

"It's him again, isn't it?" You nodded along to her question. Looking down, you felt ashamed. You shouldn't have to have other people worry or think about your problems. They were yours, and should stay that way. A pang once again built up in your chest, one that you grew familiar with every time he was mentioned. You toyed with the stray string hanging from the side of Ashido's backpack, hoping to rid the swelling guilt. She spoke once more.

"You know, I really think you should end it with him. I mean all he does is make you cry and feel like- well like shit, really." There was no need to sugarcoat how she felt, or how you felt. The both of you had been through this topic before again and again. And each time she would reply with the same solution. It's not like she was wrong though. Things did need to end, or it was going to get worse than it already was. But some part of you couldn't bring yourself to go through with it. You were doomed. Because of your stupid, selfless behaviour, you were doomed.

You guess the both of you were too caught up in you own conversation to notice the local hothead parading behind you. His eyes keened up on you and carefully drew up on every word from the direct exchange; solely meant for you and Ashido's ears only. Thinking back to it, you shouldn't have been so worried about Ashido making a big fuss out of your mess. Because it would be him instead that would be breathing down your neck to get that job done.

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Another week had passed since your last fight with your boyfriend, and things were slowly returning back to normal. As usual, he would call in the middle of the night to tell you how sorry he was, and how he would change. You being the fool you are, would always accept him and tell him that quote "everybody makes mistakes". But looking back at it, that was about the 15th mistake that had ended up the same way. The cycle kept repeating. Over and over again. As much as you wanted to break free, you were too deep in to crawl out of the suffocating pit that consumed you.

Maybe you should stop by those nice cafes, you debated, like the ones which have those nice milkshakes. U.A's busy schedule had just come to an end, and the only thing that had been stuck in your mind was the thought of the creamy drink that awaited you. Fantasising about it only made you more eager to make a beeline for the classroom's exit. Bouncing from your seat, you eagerly stuffed your textbooks back into their respective places. There was no time to waste. Luxuriating yourself in that delight would definitely relief a chunk of the piling weight growing on your shoulders.

The desert seemed more tempting the closer you got to the door. You could almost see it now, right in front of your eyes. Freedom was near. Stretching your hand out, you reached your fingertips to skim the cooling metal of the handle. With it, a flow of newfound energy found it's way to your body. You were fully prepared to launch yourself out of there until a gruff hand smacked itself on your shoulder. A shivering force compelled your entire body to freeze up.

You were fuming, to say the least. Someone getting in the way of you and your ambition wasn't something you appreciated. Snatching yourself away from the tightening grip, you were met once again with a bitter maroon glower. An amused laugh escaped your lips. It was about time he resumed his tiresome torture.

"Come back to piss me off so soon?" The mocking tone you shot at him didn't go unnoticed. His form shifted to that of a growling hunch and he clenched his fists into balls of tension. You chuckled to yourself once more. His little game of playing the bully was getting old, and this wasn't elementary or middle school. The both of you had better things to do than send each other stabbing looks.

Fed up with his childish antics, you tried to reach out for the door's handle once more. But a rough force swatted yours away. Of course, you internally groaned. There was no way it was going to be this easy escaping. You paused yourself. How long had it been since the two of you last spoke? Two- no, three days was it? You snickered at his behaviour. He couldn't really keep away from you, could he? Deciding to face the music, you moved your gaze to face him, only to be taken aback at how little distance there was separating the both of you.

His ashy strands just about grazed your forehead, ruby eyes locked onto yours. Every little detail that traced his face was as clear as glass. Each scratch that littered around the edge of his jaw grew more distinct. Each heaving breath that he took only made him look more sinister. And each step closer that he took thickened the air with a tension that suffocated your chest.

"Break up with the bastard already." The suspense snapped like a tight string. Stepping backwards, a bewildered expression crawled it's way to your face. Part of you wanted to believe that this was some cruel joke he had concocted. Millions of questions raced through your brain, clouding your thoughts. How did he know that you were in a relationship, much less one that you weren't happy with? Why now, out of all times, would he come to tell you this? But the most prominent one that flared at you, like a sudden flash bomb, set your nerves ablaze. How dare he try and tell you what to do?

You almost couldn't believe it. Him, Katsuki Bakugo, have the audacity to come up to you, and try to order you around like the ruthless dictator he is. After all he's done to you? Why on earth would he think it would make sense for you to listen to him now? But then it clicked to you. Only he would have the sheer pride to go and do that to himself. How amusing, you thought, sneering at him. You didn't hate it, though. In a way, you kind of admired how he was unaffected by other's opinions. However now wasn't the time to praise him for it.

"Excuse me?" You held your breath, anticipating his predictable tantrums. God, he was like a spoilt child.

"I said, break up with him. Don't make me repeat myself."

There was no threat, no anger in his voice. Truth be told there was nothing coherently hostile about what he had said. Nonetheless your stubborn self refused to budge, for you were still in the right. There was no way you were giving in to him. An unknown feeling made it's way to your chest. It creeped up, further and further, till it came spilling out your mouth and you let out an uncontrollable giggle. Crumpling against the wall, you pointed a wobbly finger at him.

"Y-You?!" The trembling laughter couldn't be contained anymore and you let out another wave of cackles. Bakugo sharply stepped back, his eyes opening wide and mouth slightly agape. Whatever he was expecting, it definitely wasn't this. A trace of hurt flashed in his eyes before quickly turning into rage. He regained his previous state and stormed towards your small figure. Forcefully grabbing a fistful of your shirt, he yanked you up towards his line of direct view. The rush of adrenaline left yourself almost instantly and you were now feeling the after effects of your sudden outburst. You were definitely going to pay for mocking him, which made you almost regret it. Keyword; almost.

He shoved himself even closer to you than before and the world around you froze. Sound that wasn't coming from him couldn't be processed. And you swear you could the birds outside the class' window halt. His face was now positioned next to yours, no matter how hard you tried to struggle, his grip persisted. Curse his strength, you bitterly sulked. Hot, heavy breaths burned down your neck as he bared his fangs at you, an enraged snarl escaping him. Oh, You really made him mad this time.

"Don't fucking laugh at me." Spitting out each words with poison, his grip loosened. You dropped to the classroom floor with a light thump, instinctively wincing. Looking at him from below sent a strange tightness around your heart. Was it fear? No. You had felt fear before, this wasn't it. Nevertheless, he seemed to look much more ominous than before. And his flaming eyes bore right thorough you with such an intensity that you couldn't help but inch away. It was clear he was satisfied with the reaction you had given him. You cursed yourself silently for letting him get the best of you.

Perched upon his throne of pride, he looked down in pity that morphed into distaste. What went on in his mind, you might never know. But it wasn't something you were eager on finding out. He rubbed his coarse hands together before stepping back and out of the class' door, slamming it as he exited.

You could feel your whole body relax as he did so. The invisible load was now finally released from you. Looking down at your neck area, you spotted your white uniform crumpled up in a disheveled array of lines. You sighed to yourself, thinking about just how you were going to explain it when you got back. Or maybe you just wouldn't. And instead head straight to your room to sort things by yourself. You had been doing well doing things on your own, so why stop now?

Propping yourself up with both hands, you released your bag from your chair's hook and slung it sluggishly over your shoulder. Katsuki Bakugo had ruined your perfectly good day in less than a few sentences. And all you wanted to do was go home and sleep your groggy mood off. Forget going to the cafe for leisure. That would have to wait until another day.

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˗ˏˋ achilles' heel - chapter two ˎˊ˗

// eyes red, vast and volcanic //

You wish you could say the same thing when you struck up conversation with him. To say he was anything but a brute was naive of you, and the nagging voice in your mind was lecturing you for thinking that way. To be honest, you weren't really sure what to do when he lashed out at you so suddenly. All you were trying to do was get to your seat, nothing else. But the hot headed autocrat had other plans.

Apparently you were in his way. And after he had stated that fact he went off on a mini speech about how great he was and how everyone else wasn't.

"Out of my way extras," he would harshly declare, "If you're going to act so useless, at least be stones I can step off to reach my victory."

To you, he just sounded like an egotistical boy who takes pleasure in pushing others around. But surprisingly no one seemed to question his actions. As absurd as he was, it really seemed to affect most people. You could see the glinting fear in their eyes when he crouched to meet their gaze. When he gave that jagged smirk, satisfied with the dominance created. But what ticked you off most was the way he looked down on others. How he held his head slightly higher than everyone else's and loved to poke holes into every mistake made. There was a clear difference between confidence and arrogance, and he was an excellent example of what not to become.

The odd thing was that people still tried to befriend him, despite his threatening attitude. You could see an eccentric haired red-head approach him everyday, constantly wearing the same carefree expression. Without fail, he would flash him a welcoming smile and make his way over. It irritated you, to say the least. You couldn't see why anyone would ever want to befriend someone who was plain crude. But then again, you weren't someone who would go out of their way to desperately make friends. You enrolled to U.A for one purpose only; it wasn't going to change anytime soon.

But still, you couldn't help but observe as the energetic boy beamed at the proud dictator, polar opposites at their best. You could swear you saw rays coming from his smile. And the bright radiance he gave made you feel safe, comforted and soothed. For a while, you would find yourself to bask in his joyful tendencies, the whole atmosphere lightening up when he walked into the room. It puzzled you as to why someone so pure and great as him would want to stoop down to someone which no respect for anyone else but himself.

Bakugo didn't seem to appreciate the hospitality shown to him, though. Whenever the lively boy (who you now came to know as Eijiro Kirishima) would try to spark a conversation, all he would do is yank his head the opposite direction. The only responses given were silent glares that bore through you, or rough grunts if he was in a good mood. Another admirable trait of Kirishima was that he never faltered. Even when Bakugo gave him the harshest of glares, which would strike fear into most, the red-head did not feel threatened.

He was praiseworthy, you could give him that. Although, it didn't mean that he could escape the insults Bakugo carelessly threw around. Kirishima had coined the name 'Shitty Hair' from him because of his bright red tufts that were styled into spikes that shot above. However he didn't seem to take the nickname too heavily. And he snapped back with an offhand comment about how their hairstyles were similar. It impressed you. How he could put up with Bakugo's stand-off attitude. But then again, you lacked something Kirishima seemed to have an abundance of; patience.

You remember the first time that it happened. The ticking torment that Bakugo first released upon you. All you were trying to do was get to your seat. You didn't want any unnecessary attention, and he was more than you had bargained for at U.A. As you weaved your way through the maze of pristine desks, a rough grip caught you off balance and nearly yanked you to the ground. You whipped your head in fury to see who it was, only to meet a pair of blazing red eyes. They glowered at your form, you gladly returning the favour. A gruff voice, one that sounded like coarse asphalt, spit at you.

"The hell is a weakling like you doing here?" An athletically built boy had both his feet crossed onto his desk. His forest green pants sagged and hung loosely around his waist, revealing a peek of his-. No. You scolded yourself and tugged your mind out of the gutter. The frustration that brimmed inside you was more overpowering. How dare this obnoxious man speak to you like you were some sort of lesser specimen? A sever urge to wreck this man's ego and put him in his place highly tempted you. But unlike him, you weren't looking for a fight.

You tugged away from his grip and gave him a bitter glance. His lips curled into a cruel smirk in response before running his hands through ash blond locks. You knew you hated him the minute he flashed you that smile. Indulging in the fantasy of humbling him helped satisfy your need to square him right in his cocky, perfect face. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself and bluffed an unbothered attitude.

"That is none of your business." You replied through gritted teeth. "Now I suggest you go bother someone else before I report you for harassment." You tilted your head innocently, and cracked a forced grin at him. Bakugo's sneer disappeared from view and he scoffed coldly. He faced away before going back to his own business. Taking it as a success, you made your way back to your desk, plopping down to take you study materials out.

A bubbly brunette to your right whispered to a frog-like classmate. Their hushed conversation consisted of panicked murmurs and what sounded to be a frog-like noise. You fiddled with the stationary placed upon your desk, twirling the mechanical pencil between your fingers seamlessly. You could pick up on their little discussion if it proved necessary, but didn't bother to. The last thing you needed was another headache. After a few more minutes, the brown-haired girl seen speaking before tapped your shoulder.

"You're L/N Y/N right?" You looked up, taken aback by the sudden interaction. She looked at you with wide eyes the shades of dark honey. She was so close to your face that you could see the black lines that traced in and out of her iris. Her frame was small, but not frail, and she had her arms crossed behind her. The frog girl had now returned to her previous business. She appeared uninterested in the topic but occasionally glanced back ever now and then. You answered the girl before you.

"Uh, yeah. That's me!" A smile shone from your features, this time it came naturally. She exhaled out a little before rubbing her hands together. The odd thing was that her fingers never touched.

"Wow! Well I gotta give it to you for holding your ground against that hot head over there!" She pointed her thumb in Bakugo's direction. You noticed how her fingertips had a slightly darker shade that appeared in a circular pattern. The boy subject to the attention caught her pointing, and gave her a teething snarl. You sheepishly laughed and thanked her. She also giggled with a playful tone before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "To be honest I thought that you were gonna get blown to pieces! We all thought a villain was in the making. Anyways, I'm Ochako Uraraka. Nice to meet you."

You laughed along with her, but this time it was more forced. It's not like she was wrong; there were aspects of Bakugo that could be seen as villainous. But something about him being a villain didn't sit right with you. It did not make sense to even yourself, as to why you would think that. Perhaps you thought he had potential to be better. Yeah, you mocked your own thought. Like that would happen anytime soon.

You only proved yourself right as the days went by. The relentless blonde showed great interest in afflicting annoyance and pain into you. For weeks on end, he would belittle you with insults and comparisons. Sometimes he would even take your things and hide them in the smallest and inconvenient places. One time, he had taken your whole backpack and swung it to the top of a tree to hang there overnight. Explaining to Aizawa Sensei why you didn't have your school supplies with you the next day was a complete nightmare, him staring you down with bloodshot eyes the whole time.

Granted, there were some days where he completely ignored you. When you would make eye contact in the hallways, he would always shove his gaze somewhere else and stuff his hands in his pockets. You were thankful for these times, if you were being honest, but they only came once in a blue moon. It was insufferable; trying to predict how he would treat you was maddening and drove you up the wall. Your patience was thinning fast, and every mishap that involved him only boiled your fiery blood even more.

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˗ˏˋ achilles' heel - chapter one ˎˊ˗

// the tyrant //

He's a monster, you would hear them say. Or that he's a devil; a dictator. That he is an arrogant brat that demolished everyone just to get what he wanted. That he planned to take the number one hero spot, and rid anyone who tried to get in his way, no matter the cost. His permanent bloodshot eyes screamed murder if you were unfortunate enough to get in his line of view. His hands were always clawed up in his pockets. The rumours that circulated him said that the only time he ever took them out was to scar your face with his explosions.

They say that his mother didn't even love him. That nobody loved or could ever love him. Nobody. He was alone and should stay that way, forever. It's not like he needed anyone anyways. Whenever anyone would try to start up a conversation, if they had the courage, they would always end up being blown up or yelled at. Insults harshly thrown at their face and tears welling in their eyes.

There have been multiple instances of sweet girls coming to confess their love for him. Hands trembling and gaze averted, as they gushed on about their feelings. Their faces dyed a deep pink while shaking hands thrust a homemade lunch box at him. His fierce glare would challenge them, looking for any sign of weakness. And when he does find a flaw, he would exploit it and deride them of their pride. The wasted food spilt on the floor would be accompanied by hot tears and harsh words. They say that he had talent, and a promising future. However, truth be told, no one wanted a future that involved him.

But when you saw him for yourself, he was nothing like the tales and gossip. The bitter frown he left was replaced with something more tame. His eyebrows were not stuck in a furrowed position. But more relaxed and perched perfectly above his eyes. The scowl that was permanently slapped into his face was no where to be seen. Instead his lips curled of that into a slight pout as he eyed his smartphone. With earphones plugged and a soft tune hummed, it seemed to you that he was just a man in his own little world.

Even so, people still feared the infamous blonde. Where he stepped, a smoky trail of unease followed. It seeped into the crowd and filled their lungs with doubt, possessing them to step back like cornered prey. Even the teachers felt a compelling pressure when walking past, their breaths sharply held and conversations hushed. A tense imprint hung in the air as he walked past. His foot steps were dragged and rough, but each step he took drove fear into everyone else around him. You could feel how the crowd around you froze with anticipation. The silent prayers those wove into the sky consisted of avoiding being the most recent victim of his torment.

He was coming this way now, closer than you had realised. Behind you, more students were edging away. Their murmurs echoed at the back of your head. Someone mustered up the courage to try and pull you back. You shook them off, giving a disapproving glance before returning to the charging man. You were intrigued, to say the least. How could anyone fear someone so serene looking? So calming? So amiable? Before you could complete the train of thought, you were abrupt snapped out of it by a crude push against your shoulder.

It was him, Katsuki Bakugo. His face turned back to meet your gaze, most likely as shocked as you were by the unforeseen force. He paused his walk and stared at you, crossing his eyebrows into a slight frown. For a second, you caught a glimpse into his private mind, and the world disappeared from view. A creeping feeling slowly made it's way to your chest, pumping your veins with adrenaline. It gave you a sense of energy and a sudden urge to just jump into his arms. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, and you weren't sure if you liked it.

The first thing that caught your attention were his eyes; a violent red hue. They trailed your features for a split second, before narrowing and yanking away. Now, the once relaxed expression that he so calmly wore was replaced with a distasteful scowl. Shifting away, he continued his walk to the school campus.

The further away he strayed, the livelier the crowd became. Girls could be heard squealing about how terrifying he was, or how attractive he was. There was no in between. Guys scoffed, and shouted amongst themselves once more, the lingering fear slowly evaporating with the seconds passing. In a second, everything had regained it's energy and U.A reverted to the bustling school it was famously known for.

But your eyes couldn't tear themselves from him. It fascinated you how he could change his demeanour just like that. One minute he's a Greek God, the next he's an evil ruler. However you managed to sympathise with him. He wasn't to blame either. If everyone treated you like a monster, you would soon convince yourself that you were one too. He was misunderstood. To make matters worse, no one would dare come near him. Soon enough, you found yourself wondering if he ever felt lonely because of all the unfriendly stares and secret whispers.

Whether he longed for someone to hold him in the middle of the night and soothe him to sleep. To kiss his forehead and tell him sweet nothings forever and ever. To grasp his hand as he would wander the streets of Japan like an excited child. He might have, you note down. Everyone has at some point, haven't they? But whether you liked it or not, you were spending the next three years of high school with him, so maybe a peek inside his curious mind would serve as payment, in return for the next years of Hell.

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