#meanest student teacher ever

[theloveinc]

Who else do you have college major thoughts for? You mentioned Bakugou + English, Denki + Bio, and Kiri + Kinesiology/Pre-Med. What about Deku? Or Shouto? I like Shouto who's in the business program but absolutely hated it and considers changing his major at least once a week (but what would he change it to?) Love Bakugou + English btw 👀

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ladybug!! (do i start all my messages by shouting your name?) i missed you... and was thinking about you recently! i hope you're doing well🫶🏻

ofc i have more thoughts, tho! i've been sitting on them all week🥺

in every college!au i've ever thought of, deku is some kind of double... science/engineering major. i just always think of him as the guy in cargo pants with a pencil behind his ear, taking... 22 units a semester AND doing a sport. he is so hard to talk to cuz of how busy he is😭

and todoroki, in my mind, is a math major!! i have so many thoughts for him that i want to save actually, but it's so funny cuz not even he knows how he ended up doing stats and calculus 24/7. i def agree he's a major changer tho (from business, YES), and maybe even transferred schools too.

shinso is an education major... which i both love and hate for him (always has a fucking visitor's lanyard badge on)... sero + jirou (who has a job djing at a local club) a communication/media studies program?? which everyone HATES him for, and........ momo (may or may not be dating jirou👀) also as lit/eng! YaoBakuYn study group WHEN???

kind of. a motley crew when they're all together but. i love them a lot and hope you do, too (or maybe they're all education majors LMFAOOO i'd have to kill them)!!

[venigni]

Lies of P Teacher AU

Mr. P: Instrumental Music

He prefers to express himself through music and conduction rather than words. He is very kind, soft spoken, and handsome, so a lot of people have crushes on him. His grey hair despite his youth is a mystery to the entire student body, who often circulate rumors about it. No one knows what the P stands for, either.

The Corday Sisters: Choir

The Cordays are a sisterly duo who teach choral classes and also manage the school's show choir.

Mr. Carlo: English Literature

He refuses to use his last name because of the association with his father who teaches at the same school. He is very casual with his students and jokes around a lot, but is also a very harsh grader and isn't afraid to be outright mean to misbehaving students, a similarity he shares with his father. However, he's so down-to-earth (and handsome) that most don't hold it against him. He's so different from Mr. P that most forget they're brothers even if they have identical faces.

Romeo: Language Arts & Drama

Romeo teaches theater history and LA to the younger students of the high school while Mr. Carlo handles the older ones. Their classrooms are next to each other and they're constantly hanging out in each other's. Some students suspect there might be something going on between the two of them. Romeo is easygoing and very casual, and asks to be called by his first name to create a more comfortable environment. He has a pride flag on his desk and also runs the drama club after school.

Signor Geppetto: Art

The second oldest but definitely meanest teacher at the school. Art is NOT a slack off elective. He runs class like a drill sergeant and has very high expectations most fail to meet. He's a world-renowned artist from Italy. It's considered a rarity to see him smiling and only a select handful can attest to ever witnessing it. People often transfer out of his class after the first week, and it's common to see students leave his classroom in tears. Some are stuck up and talented enough to get into his inner circle and always shittalk others' work while they eat their lunches in his classroom, or hang out there after school, which Signor Geppetto isn't shy about joining in on. This makes him revered to just a select few.

Mr. Giangio: Agricultural Studies

He's the newest teacher at the school and is considered very odd. He's always misplaced something and dresses overly formal. The students are convinced he has no idea what he's doing and are learning alongside them. The advanced students even seem more knowledgeable than he...Seriously, why is he at this school?

Belle & Atkinson: Physical Education & Health

A husband-and-wife duo that wear matching track suits every day. They're tough, but kind, and take what they do very seriously. Prefer to be called by their first names.

Mr. Alidoro: History

Despite his youthful appearance, this guy knows a ton and has the experience to back it up. He makes history interesting to students by tying in real-life stories about his adventures. Some insist they have to be fake, but he does have a ton of relics on display all over the classroom to prove them. He has a service dog that is with him in class every day. The kids love him!

Mr. Hugo: History - Student Teacher

Mr. Hugo is Mr. Alidoro's student teacher. He's studying to be a history teacher himself and is a big fan of Mr. Alidoro. Seems like an eager puppy himself. It makes for an interesting dynamic in the classroom that entertains students. Some people think he might have a crush on him since he seems so eager to bend over backwards. Mr. Alidoro seems oblivious to it.

Miss Monad: Basic Social Studies & Psychology

Miss Monad is very pretty and very kind. She is loved by all and students never misbehave in her presence. Those who do early on in the semester get so much hate from their peers, they never dare to do so again. She always wears a pretty butterfly brooch somewhere on her outfit. It seems very special to her, and she tells those who ask as much, but no one really knows what it means. She seems to have a very good understanding of her subject and her gentleness commands a certain respect from both kids and her peers.

Mr. Manus seems to have a crush on her and keeps visiting her classroom whenever he can since it's down the hall from his, but when he is around seems to be the only time she is a bit sharp. She's not afraid to tell him to bug off, even if it is in a very polite way.

Mr. Gemini: Robotics & Computer Sciences

Mr. Gemini is great with technology and anything computer-related. He talks a lot and is kind of a stereotypical nerd. He gets very excited when students take interest in his subject and geeks out right alongside them. He's a total chatterbox and spends his lunch hour in Mr. P's classroom listening to the music being played. They seem to be best friends and make a funny duo, since Mr. P barely says a word and Mr. Gemini can't shut up.

Mr. Venigni: Basic Sciences & Physics

A famous inventor who was invited to teach in Krat by Principal Cerasani so that he could spread his breadth of knowledge with the next generation of scientists. He dresses very eccentric, has a funny mustache, and at first, a lot of students have difficulty understanding his heavy Italian accent. Even though some can find his subject hard, he makes sure every student gets the help they need and is actually very thoughtful. He makes sure his students are prepared for Mr. Manus's classes, but something about the way his usual cheerful demeanor changes around him tells kids that they might not actually get along despite teaching in the same department.

Mr. Manus: Chemistry & Advanced Sciences

Mr. Manus is older, but is still considered one of the more handsome teachers at the school. He is very charismatic and is always friendly outside of the classroom, which encourages students to sign up for his advanced classes even if they're not the best at science. He playfully shittalks Mr. Venigni from time to time, which can rub some the wrong way. He doesn't seem to get along with the other teachers in general. He's strict but fair, and overall somehow kind of intimidating despite his outwardly gentle smile. A bit of an enigma.

Mr. Pulcinella - Home Economics

Mr. Venigni's adoptive father, though no one actually knows that. He's the oldest teacher at the school. He's soft-spoken and very kind, but a little boring to some. Others enjoy the calming and very peaceful atmosphere his classroom brings; it's a boon within an otherwise busy school day.

Miss Eugénie: Woodworking & Shop

She's young and very pretty. She teaches shop and because of her wit and general likability, a lot of students end up crafting gifts for her. Her little office is floor-to-ceiling project presents that have been given to her over the few years she's been teaching. Even people uninterested in shop take it just because they hear such good things about her. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, though, and if something is ugly--she'll tell it to your face. That doesn't mean she'll cherish it any less.

Ms. Cerasani & Mr. Polendina: Principal & Her Right-hand Associate Principal

Everyone loves Ms. Cerasani! She is very kind and has created a very loving environment in the school. She is always willing to listen to her staff and is patient with everyone. She actually was a famous pianist in her youth, and sometimes she stops by Mr. P's classroom to play a song for the students, who listen in awe and amazement. Mr. Polendina is a stickler for rules which sometimes makes him the butt of student jokes, just because he's so very uptight.

[justageneralsimpindeed]

I JUST HAD TO WITH THIS PIC

Shigaraki Hc with a U.A Teacher !SO whos a big sweetheart to everybody but isn't a hero.

He hates you.

You being associated with heroes makes him hate you.Being sweet confuses him therefore pisses him off.

Of course you meet at U.S.J and he immediately thinks your a student because of how you're freaking out .Annoys the hell out of him.

Doesn't really care that you're a teacher he wants to kill you.

Oh your not a hero why are you here?He is the meanest motherfucker ever known.

HOWEVER,you flip a switch when you realise your students in danger,flinging yourself into dangers route the moment it sets its eyes on one of your students.

Villains,tied and struggling considering the blow to their ego that you only tied their hands and nothing else.

Literally not a kick or a punch or even a block,just a weave, tie ,sit down.

Shigaraki quickly directs nomu towards you after taking note of how many villains were being taken out by you and you start bawling.Daki tea kettle style.

Is dumbfounded,even more so when you reject help from your far superior students.

Bakugou is screaming old hag from where he is Izuku is charging at nomu trying to break his hand again,Aizawa is barely conscious trying to get grab you by the throat with his scarf because your currently being a heroic dumbass.

Shigaraki is laughing his ass off makes some game reference and you stop crying.

'Wait.You play that too?What's your user?'

Man is Flabbergasted with a capital F.

Not only did someone just ask him for his user to play with him( as he played alone ) ,but you asked him as Nomu was about to turn you into a pancake.

'Idiot.Your about to die,how can you play.'

'I don't die,I respawn.'

Congrats you've unlocked obsessed shigaraki.

After the USJ incident since All might arrived he wasn't able to give you his user aswell as being completely shooked.He stalked you.

To just when you've left U.A 'territory' as he likes to call, To just outside your bathroom as you bathe.

Nothing about him is not perverted when it comes to you.

Taking picture to jerk off to.✔

Panties thief maxed out level.✔

Pillow humping.✔

Mattress humping.✔

You bite pencils,expect to have an indirect kiss from shigaraki.

You have a controller and don't just play PC games and you've recently just touched it,expect him to use it as a vibrator.

To which he gains access to your user and he uses to play games with you as if he's a random guy and not guy whose been stalking you

Finally you two bump into each other as you try to get the latest game which the one you were reaching for was the very last copy.

'Oh sorry.You can take it.'You were mentally screaming as you agonizingly took your hand away from the game.

Shigaraki pauses getting awkardly hard at your voice mentally cussing himself out at his lack of restrain.

You instantly recognize him his name leaving your lips quietly striking shigaraki in the heart.He is a wanted man. Gotta keep the simps away

Just because you game on league of legends together doesn't mean he stops stalking you if anything its more frequent.

Sometimes he will jerk off while gaming with you.You've asked him a couple times if hes alright as he's breathing a little loud.

Other times he will cower in the corner from your sudden tantrum at your sides lag.

Games don't make you violent,lag does. Finds it slightly funny and cute after a few seconds,but mostly petrified .

He still steals your panties, jerks off to you when your in the shower or even sleeping.

However that prooves to be his down fall as one night he is just watching you sleep,admiring every inch of you when he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

You shot up like a rocket.

He runs so fast you can't even call out to him in time to wait.

More or less ghosts you out of pure embarrassment, refuses to even look at messages you sent to his DMs.And that is the last time you meet him.

That is until the forest training camp arc.

Your gonna be there. kidnap you aswell as the kid.

Gives specific instructions to not harm you making it seem you were top priority merchandise.

Purposely has you put in the other room because he knows you will start talking and people will know that you've met more than once,after you wake up.

'Shigaraki!Why weren't you responding to my texts!'

Is a little suprised how your not adressing the elephant in the room about how he stalked you.But he did exepct the unexpected so it doesn't count.

'Your not gonna talk about how I was literally in your house'

'I don't mind.If you wanted to come over you could of just asked.'

His jaw is dropped .Are you that dense?

'I don't think you understand.I literally came on your pillow'

Your simply shrug and he just leaves face red as he just told you he had been humping your pillow and you couldn't care less.

But before he can get back in the room to converse again he is yet again blocked by All might.

But this time he actually responds to his DMs and is playing games with you again.

He wonders if you've just forgetten until one day you ask him.

'Does it hurt?You know.What you said back then'

Oh MY GOD.

Gets a hard on instantly,gets flustered and he feels he's already back to his old ways.

Sensing his lack of experience and just general struggle you ask him out.

Arcade. your first date has to be an Arcade or a fun fair ,anywhere with games.

Is very awkward but he does bring you flowers,hes trying.Theyll probably be either ruined or ash because of how quick and eager he was to show up.

Very protective still. Anyone looking at you in the wrong way,will have his arm around your shoulder + deathglare.

You're the only reason why there isn't a body.well dust

Walks you home just fine case if anything happens,your too innocent in his eye7s.

Literally stands there expecting a kiss,but will never say.

You will catch on pretty quickly and a kiss is delivered.

He is shocked that he actually got one,heavily inexperienced so just ends up kissing like a puffer fish after the first few seconds of freaking out.

Movie nights,gaming sessions at your house,cafe dates are regular.Has to keep a low profile since he a villain.

You start cuddling and over time his kisses get better,ranging from forehead kisses to neck and shoulder kisses.

Hugs you from behind.and you get him gloves to ease his fear of him accidentally disintegrating you.

Don't think its all wholesome he will still grab onto your tits/chest and slighty rut his hips into you.

Is very insecure but generally gets more comfortable as your praise goes on.

If you have tits he will use them as a pillow no matter how small, if you have pecs or none will still use your chest as a pillow.Your presence and heartbeat is enough to knock him out cold.

Dating this man didn't have a apperance recommendation as anything is prettier than him thats what he thinks.

Worships you,he will either hide you from the public eye or brag and put you on display showing how he is the luckiest man in the world.

Your students have now caught on to something going on due to hickeys literally everywhere,Eri just thinks its bruises and gets concerned.

You came back crying from a cuteness overload and it somewhat indirectly fuels shigaraki want to take overhauls arms and then play 'if your happy and you know it clap your hands' in front of him.

He refuses to let you do any work when it comes to sex because to him he is undeserving.

He will rut his hips against you for your stimulation and eat you out and all other types of teasing but showing you his body is a no go.

White hair shigaraki though is a completely different library.

If he wants to fuck you he will pull you aside and blow out your back.

In a way he was completely on the giving side and now your in debt to him and that is currently costing you your spine and sooner or later he will turn you into Joe Swanson .

Oh your a virgin?Corruption kink boost.

Does like taking risks but if anyone sees you in that state it is punishable by death and it will happen.

His libido is nothing to mess with he is stressed more than he was .won't always fuck you but he will hump you or have you suck.If not he'll do it.

Oral with this man is heavenly,he can try to be soft but with those lips not happening both shigaraki's will get drunk on you.

Your game was left unattended several minutes ago.Begging was futile as shigaraki dove his tounge into your hole, absolutely ravaging you with the wet muscle."such a pretty lover"he moans as your flavour is left on his tounge when he retracts his tounge before lunging in for another taste.The vibrations of his moans and roughness of his lips has you in ecstacy as he eats you from behind. He devours you,gliding his slender thumbs along your inner thigh before a harsh slap meets your ass.A yelp escapes your lips as you quickly turn your head to face him with a pleading look.'Instead of moaning,moan my name ,it's a good use of your lovely mouth,Player 2'. You moan out his name as he begins to glip your ass with a gloved finger,his tounges pace picking up with it.How did you end up like this?All of this from a simple kiss.

If your giving it to him he will either grab your head and shove you down to gag on his cock or thrust his hips so needily into your jaw.

Foreplay is your part still slightly nervous with his quirk despite the fact he controlled it so if you like being choked,spanked,having your nips fondled, fingering and deepthroatinh his fingers he'll have atleast one finger covered.

Make out sessions are one way to die from a broken back.He gets so hooked up on your taste you would probably die from suffocation by how fast he moves his lips to your neck back to your lips and so.

Now sexy time,oh dear god after his upgrades he's got a lot of stamina if not for him being busy he would of dicked you down through the floor.

Likes missionary or any position that he can see your gorgeous face.

Bondage is on the table.

So it a pain kink and a little but of blood.

Marking,Edging ,Overstimulating definitely.

Oh you thought it was just him,nope it goes on both of your asses.

Its not just because your into it but because you want shigaraki to enjoy it even if its not your preference.

If you have a dick or are into pegging he'll probably stalk you until he is certain your going to your shared room and then sprint there.Strip,tie himself up,ass in the air with a gag,waiting for you to get home.

If you are doing this unless its your first time or you haven't had sex in a long time...

Throw the lube out the window with the condom, and just violate this man.

Pull his hair,while slightly condescending him right before praise.

He will come in seconds.

Play with his nips they are sensitive af.

Call him Baby boy,Shiggy,Babe,Player 1 or anything and he will melt in your embrace

Aftercare with shigaraki isn't the best as he cant be seen with you and is very busy but he will check if you are ok,give you a few kisses,bring a water bottle if your thirst and get the bath atleast running by the time he has to leave.

Its not the best but its sweet.

Pets,yes.

Especially small,fluffy dogs.

Any pet you have will be his therapy animal.

You once came home to see your pet sleeping on his chest with him.Cute blackmail obtained.

Babies however is complicated not the best time and your pet is basically his child.

But shigaraki doesn't like to use condoms so if you can become pregnant he will be shocked,confused,and then bolt you into a cargo ship to god knows where as long as nobody can find you.

He still isn't sure but if you want it he will try his best for you,its all for you.

Anybody who hurts you during this time is finished no matter what you say,will personally kidnap them and torture them until they give out.

It was an accident?

'There are no accidents'

-Tomura Shigaraki

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello my dear followers and or fans, I present to you, Katsuki x Rejceted!Reader Part II. Just so you know, this continuation was picked by readers like you. Fair warning: This turns into a jumbled love triangle, so I suppose minor angst is to be expected. Even so, I hope you enjoy this piece. In order to keep with the "years later" theme, this jumps ahead in time. But not too far ahead. ]

[ Chapter Two Summary: After seeing you at the provisional licensing exam, Katsuki begins to struggle with his past and present feelings for you. This leads him to ask your closest friends, Camie and Inasa, to convince you to meet him at a coffee shop for a much-needed talk. Things get more complicated when you misunderstand Katsuki's words and Inasa reveals feelings you never knew he had for you. ]

“Come on! At least tell them, damn it!” He snapped at Camie who crossed her arms and turned her back on him. They had just finished the remedial training course, and although cheerful children echoed in the background, it didn’t calm her anger.

What Katsuki did to you was wrong and failing the provisional licensing exam served him right. “Why would I do that? You’re totes hot, but you’re like one of the meanest dudes ever and you hurt Y/n’s feelings!” she declared, stomping her foot against the ground.

Her eyes focused on the bleachers where you sat. Although she couldn’t see your facial features, she knew you were smiling. Much like Seiji, you were given permission to observe but also support her and Inasa.

She seemed content and over what had happened to her during the provisional licensing exam while you remained paranoid. You passed the first round of the exam only to realize she was missing. When you looked for her, you became the next target of an attack.

You frowned and grazed the scar on your upper arm. Only your closest friends and teachers knew about the incident which you were grateful for considering the media would explode if they found out more than one student was targeted.

Katsuki growled, curling his hands into fists. “I know what I said before, but listen to what I’m saying now, damn it!” he hated that he had to plead with a moron in order to talk to you. “HEY!” A loud booming voice echoed from behind him.

“What’s going on here!?” Inasa shouted with a wide smile. Camie turned around, somewhat relieved to see him. “Bakugou wants to talk to Y/n, but he’s such a meanie. I don’t trust him around them!” she explained, pointing her finger at him.

Inasa tilted his head, placing his hands on his hips. “Y/n!?” he exclaimed before approaching Katsuki who scowled at him. “How do you know Y/n!?” he asked, not quite demanding but not quite willing to have his question disregarded.

Katsuki glared at him and remained silent. “They went to the same middle school, but Bakugou was mean to them when they confessed and at the provisional licensing exam!” Camie explained, again pointing her finger at him although he looked like he was going to bite it off.

“Why don’t you shut the hell up Glamouroki!?” he snapped. She rolled her eyes and pouted in response. “See, totes mean,” she commented crossing her arms. “What did I just say!?” he screamed with his hair standing on end.

“It’s none of your damn business what happened in the past!” Inasa listened to the conversation, scratching his head. “Wait!” he shouted. “Y/n confessed to you!?” he shifted his attention to the bleachers, and his heart accelerated when he saw you.

“Mm…” He pulled his hat down to hide his face. He recalled you had come to him before the provisional licensing exam started and how Camie explained some “rude but hot guy” made you upset and that he needed to cheer you up.

‘Was Bakugou the one she meant?' He thought, feeling jealous. Yes, he was usually a happy-go-lucky individual. But it was different when people hurt those he cared about or his pride. He hadn’t told you yet, but he had feelings for you.

He loved and admired the dedication and work you put into becoming a hero from the start. But do you still love Katsuki? If you did, he had no right to stand in your way. From what he could gather, Katsuki wanted to talk to you and seemed angry that Camie refused to help him.

As much as he hated the thought of you being with someone else, if it made you happy then he needed to help in any way he could. “We’ll help you talk to Y/n!” he declared, daring to pull Katsuki against him in a half-attempted embrace.

“Get the hell off me!” the angry blond was ready to use his quirk if need be. “Huh?” Camie blinked and tilted her head, clearly confused. “What do you mean? He and Y/n are so not meant to be!” she commented, wanting to protect your best interests. “They're totally the beauty, but Bakugou will always be the beast!” she added.

Katsuki stiffened and glared at her. “What the hell did you just say!?” he demanded, breaking free of Inasa's grip. He laughed in return and shrugged. “You never know until you try and if Y/n has feelings for him, we'll help!” he said, slapping the angry boy on the shoulder.

Whether you still had feelings for him or not wasn't known, but since the provisional licensing exam, he couldn’t stop thinking about you or the past the two of you shared together. No, he wasn’t attracted to you, or at least he refused to admit it. But there was clearly something to patch up between the two of you.

Camie crossed her arms. “What do you want to say to them? Like something romantic or cool?” she asked, even if Shiketsu had a strict no-dating policy, she couldn't help but get excited over the idea of romance especially forbidden relationships, they were the cutest! Katsuki clenched his jaw, shifting his gaze to the bleachers.

You were now standing with your hands pressed against your chest, gazing at all three of them. ‘Damn it…’ he thought. ‘I can’t believe I’m gonna say this,’ he turned back to Inasa and Camie. “Just tell them to meet me at Katz Caffeine Coffee Cafe in Esuha City tomorrow at noon!” he snapped before walking away.

“Is something wrong?” Shoto asked, noticing Katsuki’s scowl was deeper than normal. “Be quiet icy hot bastard!” he replied, pushing past him without a care. Shoto blinked, clearly confused before looking at Camie and Inasa who shrugged in response.

“I don’t get what his problem is,” she commented, placing a hand on her hip. “He’s obviously frustrated that he hasn’t talked to Y/n until now! Let's tell them the good news!” Inasa replied happily, despite feeling an ache course through his chest.

Camie frowned, others believed she was absent-minded and stupid, but she knew when something wasn’t right, especially when it involved feelings. She didn’t like the idea of Katsuki being close to you much less trying to talk to you.

But Inasa was her friend, and if he thought it was okay, she trusted his judgment. “I bet they’re totes happy we passed this time!” she said, clapping her hands before grabbing the front of Inasa’s costume to pull him along.

“Hm…” Hizashi had been watching the spectacle and couldn’t help but scratch his head. Katsuki seemed to have something important to say, but how did he know you when you attended Shiketsu High School and weren't even a part of the exam?

“Something ain’t adding up here,” he muttered before looking at Katsuki who seemed to be having an argument with Shoto. “Hey!” Camie exclaimed wrapping her arms around you. “Oh, uh hey,” you said, returning her embrace although she sensed something was off.

“Something wrong?” she asked, pulling away. “Well,” you turned to look at Inasa who smiled. Others commented that he looked happier around you, but it was typical to be happy with friends and family. Then again, you noticed a glint in his eyes whenever he gazed at you.

While you couldn’t quite identify what it was yet, you did know it was warm and caring. “Actually um…” you curled your hands into the bottom of your shirt. “Were you guys talking to…Bakugou down there?” you asked with a pointed finger. “Mmhm!” Inasa responded and you frowned, feeling anger wash over you.

“Why would you talk to him!?” You demanded, glaring at both of them. “I said not to!” Camie exclaimed, holding her hands up. “But Inasa like insisted,” she added, casting the blame on him. You turned to Inasa, your anger fading.

“Why did you, w-what did he want?” you asked, knowing you may have jumped to an unfair conclusion. After all, you didn’t have the right to tell your friends who they could and couldn’t talk to. Inasa noticed the saddened, pained look in your eyes and turned to Camie who shrugged.

It was difficult to tell what was on your mind sometimes and your friends knew better than to push you. But that didn’t stop their concerns. Inasa took a deep breath, forcing a smile back onto his face before touching your shoulder.

“He wants to talk to you!” His words made you jump. “W-what?” you responded. “He wants to talk to you!” he repeated, lowering his hand. “He even wants to take you to a coffee shop!” Your eyes shifted back and forth, processing the information.

“Coffee shop?” you asked, looking at Inasa with a confused but still hurt expression. “Yeah!” Camie said, stepping in between you two. “He said something about a coffee shop in Eusha City,” Inasa nodded. “Katz Caffeine Coffee Cafe! He wants to meet with you tomorrow at noon!” he announced, grinning like a madman.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you almost hated yourself for feeling hopeful. Katsuki had broken your trust and heart many times, you thought you had overcome your feelings for him by now but deep down you still felt something for him.

Maybe your feelings for him would always be a part of you or they were trying to tell you something or you were just young and naive. Then again, perhaps he just wanted to apologize or talk about something completely unrelated to your feelings.

Either way, you wouldn't get anywhere unless you faced this issue or learned to live in peace with it. You snapped out of your thoughts when Camie laid her hand on your shoulder. You forced a smile when you turned to look at her.

She was a comfort, despite what happened at the provisional licensing exam still haunting you, both she and Inasa were friends you appreciated. “So…are you going? I mean, he's still a total babe even if he’s a meanie, well maybe not as much of a babe as Todoroki. That guy is a total snack!” she commented.

“Um...right,” you replied with a shrug and walked away. “I think it’s time we get back home. I need time to think about this.” Camie and Inasa exchanged looks before following you. “We could totally have a sleepover and help you decide!” she offered, pressing her hands together hopefully.

You gave her a half-smile, and although you wanted to be alone maybe that wasn’t the wisest decision. “Can I come too!?” Inasa exclaimed, making you laugh. Yeah, you were grateful for their friendship. “Are you sure about this?” Camie asked the following afternoon.

You looked at the ground, ignoring the passersby on the sidewalk and the traffic on the street. You were standing in front of the Katz Caffeine Coffee Cafe with your stomach in knots. It was because of that anxious feeling that you skipped breakfast for fear you might throw up or get nauseous.

You nodded. “I…I think I’ll be okay. I mean if something happens, I’ll just go home, that’s all,” you said nervously chuckling and Camie frowned. “You can totally text or call me, kay?” she still wasn’t sure about this, but she’d always have your back.

You nodded again and looked at her with a forced smile. “Thanks,” she returned it and slapped you on the back causing you to stumble forward. “Totally no problem! That’s what friends are for!” she said, giving you two thumbs up.

“Chat it up and have a sick time!” she said, waving you goodbye as she walked away. “Heh,” you returned the wave half-heartedly before turning to the cafe and taking a deep breath. “Well, here goes nothing,” you said, your mind racing through different scenarios of what could happen.

You ordered a latte and sat at one of the corner tables, waiting for Katsuki to arrive and trying to calm yourself. ‘Deep breaths, come on! You’re a hero! You shouldn’t be so concerned about romance…he’s just a friend, right?’ Well maybe “friend” was stretching it.

‘Yeah, remember that! Not a friend! Friends want you, he didn’t so that’s his loss, right? Right!’ You frowned and slammed your head against the table. Why were you giving yourself a pep talk? ‘Nevermind that, just focus on breathing’ You couldn't let this anxiety overwhelm you.

After taking a few sips of much-needed caffeine, Katsuki finally arrived and glanced around the establishment before spotting you. He clenched his jaw. What the hell were you doing in the corner? Were you ashamed to be seen with him?

Well, guess he should be grateful you were here. He glanced away, trying to push down the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in his stomach. He took a deep breath and stomped over. Your throat tightened when you lifted your head and saw him.

That nervous feeling overwhelmed you once more, and you hoped your coffee would stay down. Silence filled the air as he took his seat and folded his arms across the table. He impatiently tapped his foot, and you glanced down, flushing.

‘This is so awkward’ you thought before jumping in your seat when he exclaimed, “You won't say anything, damn it!?” You looked at him wide-eyed, but your shocked expression turned blank a few seconds later. His attitude has been the same since you were young.

Guess some things never change and while there was an odd comfort in that, eventually change had to happen. Something had to give. You wrapped your hands around your latte cup, finding comfort in its warmth.

“I-it’s nice to…see you again?” you said, shifting your gaze to the table. He scowled, “That’s all you have to say!?” he snapped, and you glanced at him with knitted eyebrows. “But you’re…” you paused, and he leaned forward.

“I’m what, eh!?” he shouted, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re the one that wanted to talk to me,” the words made your tongue feel like lead. You watched as his eyes widened and he leaned back. “Pff,” he clenched his jaw and turned his head, gazing at the wall instead of you.

“Yeah, so what if I said that?” he replied, ignoring his abnormal heart rate. Damn it, he was never good at expressing his emotions, especially to you. He didn’t like you in middle school but since seeing you at the provisional licensing exam, he couldn’t get you out of his head.

At first, he tried to ignore it but that was a useless effort. He needed to face this and figure out what he felt toward you. He also thought about the past you shared together. There had to be a small part of you that still had feelings for him, right?

You sighed and propped your elbow on the table. That nervous feeling slowly depleted. “You didn’t pass the provisional licensing exam, huh?” you commented, and Katsuki’s hair stood on end. “Why are you bringing that up?!” he exclaimed, obviously sore to talk about something that hit his ego.

“No reason!” you said, holding your hands up. “Just…” you latched onto your bottom lip and leaned over the table. “You know what happened to Camie. Do you think anything else suspicious was going on?” you asked. “What are you talking about?” he demanded with a snarl, and you glanced away.

“Camie was attacked and then...” you pressed a hand to your chest. Despite not wanting anyone else to know, something kept nagging you to tell Katsuki. “Well, when I tried to find her…I was attacked too,” his eyes widened and he pressed his hands against the table, leaning over it which made you lean back in return.

“What do you mean you were attacked!?” He was uncertain if he was angry at you or himself for not being there to protect you. “Keep your voice down!” you hissed, annoyed by his behavior. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

“We got separated during the exam and after I passed, I tried looking for her. I thought I saw her with Midoriya, but when I approached well…” You frowned and Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Spit it out already!” he demanded, hitting the table with his fist.

You couldn’t help but think back to the conversations, or lack of, you had with him years ago. Back then you wouldn’t have thought you’d discuss something like this with him. Ironically, you always pictured yourself being with him and becoming successful heroes together.

“They looked like her, but the way they smiled sent a shiver down my spine, and when they-” you wrapped your arms around yourself, tracing the scar on your upper arm with your thumb. Katsuki narrowed his eyes, concerned and impatient to hear the end of your story.

“They attacked me, it was nothing major but…I had a bit of trouble after that. They impersonated my best friend, and now every time I look at her, I think of them.” You frowned and sighed, pressing your hand against your forehead.

“I know that’s terrible, and I know Camie would never hurt me, but it’s still scary to think that someone you care about attacked you,” a chuckle left your mouth, and you leaned back up, allowing your hand to fall by your side.

“Heh, sorry,” you said, scratching your head. “I, uh, d-don’t really know why I told you that but-” Katsuki growled. “What the hell are you apologizing for?” he questioned. “Uh, w-well I…” You became quiet, unsure how to answer his question.

The fact that he glared at you didn’t help. “You need to get stronger if you don’t want something like that to happen again,” he said, pointing his finger at you. “E-excuse me?” you replied without thinking. You pressed your hands against the table and stood up.

“I trained very hard to get to where I am. I trained hard to impress you but you…you weren’t interested in me that way. Then you asked me to come here only to tell me that if I was stronger, I wouldn’t have gotten attacked by someone that looked like my best friend!?” You exclaimed, gaining some attention from the other patrons in the cafe.

“That’s not how I meant that, damn it!” Katsuki shouted in his defense. “And I’m sure ‘that’s not how you meant it’ back in middle school either or at the licensing exam,” you hissed before walking away only to stumble back when he grabbed your arm.

You immediately jerked away, trying to get out of his grip. “Let. Me. Go.” You growled, glaring at him. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. Damn it, why are you so hard to talk to? His hand tightened around your arm, making you wince in response.

“Fine!” he said, releasing you. “Go ahead! I’m still gonna be the best damn hero and you’re not going to be a part of my life!” He knew as soon as he said those words, he would regret it. His heart sank when he saw sadness fill your eyes.

“Fine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper before you turned and walked out the door. Tears rolled down your cheeks by the time you reached the sidewalk. You decided to hide in the alleyway next to the cafe so as to not draw attention to yourself and wiped your eyes.

“I should have known he wouldn’t change…” you said in a broken whisper before pulling out your phone to call Camie. She impatiently tapped her fingers against the table across the street from the cafe. “Camie!” A familiar voice echoed through the air.

“O.M.G. Finally!” she said, motioning Inasa over. He smiled and plopped into the seat opposite her. “So what are we doing again!?” he exclaimed in his usual over-excited manner. “Duh, we’re spying on Y/n!” she said, crossing her arms.

“I so don’t trust Bakugou around them,” she turned her head, narrowing her eyes at the cafe. “Hm?” Inasa tilted his head and rested his elbow on the table, cradling his cheek in his hand. “You don’t trust him?! I didn’t trust Todoroki at first. He's still a rival but I know he’s strong and has a change in his eyes now!”

She leaned across the table. “I create illusions hun, but I can see through them. Y/n tried like super hard to get Bakugou's attention, but he was super mean to them! I’m not sure if that guy has a heart, but they are so not meant to be,” she said, making an “X” shape with her fingers.

“After what he’s done to Y/n, do you trust him to make them happy?” she asked, and Inasa’s smile faded. “Well…no!” he said, and Camie tilted her head. “Then why did you convince them to meet with him? Isn't that like the opposite of what you're supposed to do when you don't trust someone?” His smile returned.

“Maybe! But if Y/n has feelings for him, I want them to be happy!” he shouted, throwing his arms in the air. “Mm…” Camie tapped her cheek. “I don’t think Bakugou can do that. I'm not sure if he's even capable of smiling, his face would so crack if he did,” she commented, expecting a serious reaction.

Instead, Inasa laughed, and his hand slapped the table a few times. “Of course, he can! I know I've liked Y/n since I first saw them. That’s why I'm happy I enrolled at Shiketsu and I know anyone would do whatever they can to make them happy!” His laughter faded and he glanced away.

“Even if that means they're happy with someone else,” Camie glanced back and forth, processing the information she had just been told. “Wait!” she said, standing up. “You like like, Y/n!?” she exclaimed, happily folding her hands together.

Inasa grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah!” he declared, and she squealed before a soft vibrating sound filled the air. “Hm?” She took her phone from her back pocket and looked at the screen, gasping. “It’s Y/n!” she said, immediately sliding to answer.

“Hello!?” she heard gentle sobs before your broken voice came. Her eyes widened and her body stiffened as she clenched the phone against her ear. “What?! I totally knew this would happen! Where are you?” Inasa leaned over the table, his heart racing with anxiety. 

“Uh, huh? We’ll be there, yeah Inasa and I are…uh, nevermind. Like stay put!” she urged before hanging up, lowering her phone, and looking at Inasa with a frown. “Let’s go!” she said, motioning him to follow her across the street.

“Right!” he shouted in response, jumping out of his chair which hit the ground with a loud thud. Normally he would pick it back up, but there was no time. You were in danger! Well…maybe not danger. But you needed help, and he wouldn't waste time.

“What happened?!” he urged, following Camie. “Duh, Bakugou was mean again, he should really try shutting up!” she replied, urgently looking around the perimeter of the cafe and ignoring the passersby on the sidewalk while guilt washed over Inasa.

He thought talking to Katsuki would make you happy, but maybe you didn’t like him so much after all. “Y/n said they were waiting outside the cafe but…” she paused and glanced around again. Inasa followed her motions, looking left and right for you.

“I don’t see them! Did Bakugou do something to them!?” she questioned with an angry pout. Inasa frowned and walked down the sidewalk, catching the sound of soft crying. “Hm?” his eyebrows rose, and he followed the source to the alleyway where you were slumped against the wall.

“Y/n!” he cried, rushing to your side, and wrapping his arms around you. The sudden embrace made you gasp, but as soon as you realized it was Inasa, you sobbed and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Camie!” he screamed, hearing her frantic footsteps.

“What?!” she screamed back, rounding the alleyway corner. Relief and concern enveloped her features when she saw you safe and sound in Inasa’s arms. Much like him, she rushed to your side and embraced you. Sandwich hugs were the best, and surely, would make you feel better.

You turned, looking at her despite tears obscuring your vision. “What happened? Did he like hurt you?” she asked, reaching over to push your bangs out of your face and feeling her heart sink at the sight of your tears. You shook your head, curling your fingers into Inasa's shirt.

“Mm…” she looked at Inasa who mirrored her frown. “Why don’t we get you back home!?” he suggested, reaching up to cup the side of your face. The palm of his hand felt warm against your wet cheek as did his thumb which collected your tears.

“Then we’ll cheer you up! Promise!” he said with a bright smile. You sobbed when you saw it but nodded in response. “Yeah, we’ll make you forget about that meanie!” Camie added, gently stroking your hair. “Uh, does anyone know what’s up with Bakugou?” Eijirou questioned, leaning over the couch.

Kaminari placed his hands behind his head, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Beats me, he kicked open the front door and rushed to his room,” he responded looking at Eijirou who turned to look down the hallway.

“Maybe we should talk to him,” he knew Katsuki liked his space, but this was different. He wanted to know where the angry blond had been and what had happened to make him stay in his room for hours like this. “That won’t be necessary, yo!” a familiar voice shouted.

Eijirou jumped and turned around. “Mr. Yamada?!” he exclaimed, and the older man smiled. “Don’t you cats worry about a thing. I’ll chit-chat with him,” he said as he walked away. “Someone has to…” he muttered under his breath. Kaminari and Eijirou exchanged glances, both confused.

‘Damn it!’ he clenched his jaw, hating the tears that continued to roll down his cheeks only to be absorbed into his pillow which he was currently burying his face in. ‘That's not how I meant it…dumbass took it the wrong way!’ As his fist contacted the mattress, he trembled violently.

He hated this damned feeling. It made his chest ache and feel heavy. What the hell was this feeling anyway? Did he actually feel hurt by your reaction? He pulled his head up, sniffling before growling and violently rubbing his eyes to stop his tears.

‘Why the hell am I even crying?!’ He hated crying, it was a weakness. His head jerked to look at the door when a series of knocks sounded. “Go away!” he snapped, hating that his voice sounded broken before he buried his face in his pillow again.

Hizashi frowned upon hearing Katsuki’s response and leaned back, taking a deep breath. Yeah, everyone was entitled to privacy, but as a teacher, he was used to breaking the rules when his students clearly needed help. Invading Katsuki’s privacy, in this case, was necessary.

He grabbed the doorknob, walked through, and watched the angry blond sit up on his bed. “Listen you spikey-haired idiot I-” he paused when he saw Hizashi. Silence lingered through the air for a few seconds before he snapped, “What the hell are you doing here!?”

He huffed and placed one hand on his hip, pointing at Katsuki with his other. “I thought something was up at the redmedical training course!” he announced. Katsuki’s eyes widened but as usual, he tried to put up a front and looked away.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated, crossing his arms before falling back onto his bed and turning his back on the older male. Hizashi narrowed his eyes. “Something happened, didn’t it?” Katsuki remained silent, refusing to answer but the silence spoke for itself.

“Be honest,” he said in a deep and serious tone as he sat down on the bed. Katsuki turned his head, glaring at him. Hizashi noticed how red and irritated those eyes and cheeks were. He shifted his glance to the pillow, noticing the darkened spots on it which indicated the boy had cried.

This wasn’t normal behavior for any student. Frankly, as hot-headed as Katsuki was, he was still a kid and still susceptible to getting hurt. “Does this have anything to do with Y/n?” Those eyes that once glared at him widened again.

“I thought something funky was going on. How close are you to those Shiketsu kitty cats anyhow?” Not that heroes didn’t form connections. In fact, hero students should make connections with one another, regardless of what hero school they attended.

This is because you never know when you'll need to pair up with another hero out on the field. But the conversation he overheard concerned him. Katsuki had never begged to speak to anyone before and was not interested in friendships. He preferred to do things alone.

Some heroes, like All Might, could handle things on their own. However, even the former number one needed a helping hand when the situation called for it. Katsuki stared at the older male with moist eyes that threatened to spill over. He slowly turned and sat up, placing his hands on his knees.

He refused to look at Hizashi and swallowed the lump in his throat before uttering the words, “I…I like them, damn it…” He hated this. He hated knowing he had a weak spot for you. Hizashi knit his eyebrows. “Huh?” he replied scratching his temple.

You swallowed what remained of your tea, being careful not to let Inasa’s jacket slip off your shoulders. Camie smiled and leaned against you. “Feel better?” she asked, and you nodded before glancing away. You actually felt exhausted, and your chest still ached, but you didn't want to worry her.

“So! What happened between you and Bakugou?” Inasa asked, walking into the room holding a tray with a tea kettle and some snacks. He grinned as he placed it on the table and sat next to you, crossing his legs, and looking at you attentively.

You snickered. The way he acted reminded you of a small kid, but it was endearing. You took a deep breath, and that fresh pain coursed through your chest. It acted as a knife and reopened the wound of your broken heart.

You looked between Inasa and Camie, reminding yourself that they were your closest friends, and you could tell them anything. “I…mentioned what happened at the provisional licensing exam,” you said, tightening your grip around the now-empty cup of tea.

“Huh?” Camie tilted her head. “Wait, do you mean like what happened to me?” You frowned and looked at her before nodding in reply. “I…I also told him how…how I got attacked and he said…” you sighed, feeling a small flame of anger ignite.

“He said if I were stronger that wouldn’t have happened, but I trained so hard over the summer to impress him and now I feel…stupid and-” You clenched your jaw, and your hands trembled, threatening to drop the cup you held.

Camie and Inasa looked at each other before she touched your shoulders, and he grasped your shaky hands in his own. “You’re totes strong enough! And your hot bot was worth all the training!” she said and Inasa nodded.

“That’s right!” he confirmed, gently taking the cup away and placing it on the table before grabbing your hands again. “No matter how strong a hero is, they have their struggles. But if we work in harmony, victory is certain!” You frowned, noticing that same unknown glint was in his eyes.

“I worked with Todoroki during the provisional licensing exam. I still don’t like him, but he is a worthy ally!” he said, smiling a bit, but you glanced down. Silence filled the air and you sighed. “What if he’s right though?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

“What if I’m not strong enough, what if something else happens to someone I care about and I c-can’t save them?” you squeaked out, feeling your eyes water over. Again, silence filled the air and Inasa tried to suppress his anger.

To know Katsuki’s words hurt you enough to make you doubt your abilities as a hero was unacceptable. However, he didn’t want to act on his anger. Instead, he wanted to make you smile again and take the hurt away, convince you that you were the strongest hero out there.

He turned to Camie, “I want to be alone with Y/n please!” he announced, and you lifted your head, wiping your eyes before looking at him. She blinked, surprised by the request but smiled and nodded. “Okay!” she replied, giving two thumbs up before walking away but stopped short.

“Oh wait!” she said, turning around to grab Inasa’s shoulder. She leaned down, holding her opposite hand against his ear, and whispered, “Your totes a better match for them!” He smiled, happy to know she supported a possible relationship between you and him.

Inasa turned to you after Camie closed the door. “W-why did you ask to be alone with me?” He smiled and let go of your hands before moving closer to you. Unintentionally, you flushed, and his smile grew. He enjoyed seeing your shy side as it contrasted with the strong heroic side he saw at school.

“I…I’m sorry,” you said, not wanting the awkward silence to take over. “If...I upset either of you, I didn't mean to, and-” You paused and wrapped your arms around yourself, once again making sure not to let his jacket fall off your shoulders.

Your thumb grazed the scar on your upper arm. Inasa reached into the jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your opposite arm to get a better look at it. You weren’t ashamed of your scars, but his intense stare made you feel subconscious.

Then he traced his thumb along the length of your scar. “Uh, heh...” You nervously laughed out loud, feeling goosebumps at the spot where he touched your skin. “Is something wrong?” When he leaned down and kissed it, your breath caught in your throat.

Your eyes widened, and you noticed a look of loving concern when he lifted his head back up. You never imagined Inasa making a move on you. While he took charge during training exercises because of his strong quirk abilities, his romance handling was completely unknown.

You cried out when his hand tangled itself in the back of your hair, but any further noises were muffled when his lips were pressed against yours. He knew what he was doing was irrational and normally he wouldn’t do this kind of thing with a friend, but that’s just it.

He didn’t want to be your friend. If Katsuki had broken your heart, he wanted to fix it and pour every ounce of love he had into you. Your hands curled into his shirt, and your eyes fluttered. This kiss…it felt warm and needed, but images of Katsuki flashed in your mind causing you to whimper.

“Hm?” He pulled away, panting softly. “Did I hurt you!?” he cried out, grasping your shoulders in panic. Your hand was placed over your mouth. Your eyes were wide with shock but not disgust. Your gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before you shook your head and lowered your hand.

“I…I think I need to lay down,” you said, pushing his hands off your shoulders before standing. Inasa frowned and placed his hands firmly against his sides before bowing. As usual, when he bowed, he went overboard. You flinched when his head hit the table, but he didn’t shout or make any indication he was in pain.

“I apologize if I made anything awkward! I just like you and want to be more than friends!” he announced, never ashamed to express how he felt. Your hand grasped your chest where your heart beat rapidly and yet still felt broken and heavy.

You frowned and glanced away. There were no words. How can he say that he liked you when he knew your past with Katsuki? How could he kiss you after what happened today? “I understand if you need time to think this over!” he said, standing up with a large grin.

“Just know I won’t break your heart if you give me the chance. I’ll make you forget about any heroes that have treated you wrong like Bakugou!” Again, your heart sank at the thought of Katsuki. “T-thanks,” you said before walking toward the door, realizing you were still wearing his jacket.

“Um, d-do you…” you turned. “Do you want your jacket back?” He smiled and shook his head. “You can keep it! I hope it brings you comfort!” he replied. “O-oh, um...” A soft blush dusted your cheeks, his jacket was pretty big on you, but it smelled good. Like musky cedarwood and sea salt air.

“Thanks again?” you said, shrugging before you finally walked out the door. Camie was leaning against the hallway wall and tilted her head when she saw you leaving. “Huh? Hey, what’s up!?” she called after you. “Nothing,” you replied, continuing to walk away.

“I just need to lie down,” she frowned and scratched her head. “Well okay, good night!” she called before Inasa popped his head out the door. “Goodnight!” he called before looking at Camie who was dying to find out what had happened between the two of you.

“So, you got into a heartbreak situation because of a word misunderstanding, yeah!?” Hizashi exclaimed and while Katsuki would normally threaten him to shut the hell up before someone else heard, he glanced down and wiped his eyes before nodding.

“I don’t know what the hell their problem is…” he growled in frustration before the older man laid a hand on his shoulder. “There’s more than one problem in this equation, ya dig?” he said wiggling his finger. “Pff, mm…” Katsuki glanced away.

“First things first, ya gotta settle your differences and apologize,” he said, rapidly poking Katsuki’s forehead. He growled, grabbing Hizashi’s wrist and pulling it away. “Stop that,” he demanded through clenched teeth.

“Why the hell would I apologize? The only thing I did was tell them I didn't feel the same way and to get stronger damn it!” he argued, but Hizashi snickered and crossed his arms in response. “Sounds to me one of those things isn't so true anymore,” Katsuki growled but said nothing.

“As for apologizing, you just need some training!” he said before spreading his arms out with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m all over this! Consider me your new emotion coach! We’ll get you and Y/n back in good standing!” He grinned and placed one hand on his hip before extending his other out to Katsuki.

“Sound like a deal!?” he asked excitedly. Katsuki glanced at that hand with his eyebrows lowered and a scowl across his face. He hated to admit he needed help. Why? Because he didn’t need it! He was going to be the future number-one hero, damn it.

But like that Deku, you had always been a thorn in his side. Maybe a slightly different kind of thorn. He knew he didn’t have any feelings for you in middle school, but when he saw you at the provisional licensing exam things changed.

Of course, being the person he was, he refused to admit it and used anger to hide his feelings. He hated talking about damned feelings, and those dumbass friends of yours, Glamouroki and that other loud-mouthed idiot, proved of no use.

If he really wanted to get your attention or at the very least get back on speaking terms with you, maybe he could accept a different kind of help this time around. “Fine!” he said, grabbing the older man’s hand with a firm shake. “Great!” Hizashi replied.

“We’ll start tomorrow, ya dig?!” he said, making his way to the door. “Now get some rest, a hot head like you is gonna need it!” With that he walked away, hoping the efforts he was about to pour into Katsuki would be worth it. 

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Most teacher-student relationships that I've seen so far in Genshin and HSR are the most precious things ever (like Tighnari & Collei or Jingyuan & Yanqing), and I just realized that Trailblazer and Kafka probably had that too. LIke Stelle/Caelus has a nice unique coat and Kafka is a known coat collector! And she looks so fond but a bit sad when we speak to her!

But now their memories of her from then are gone, and she can't get too close to them anymore :(. Aaand I chose the meanest dialogue possible with her... I'm so sad now.

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TELL ME  ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #05

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

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word count ✦ 1013

A/N: pls dont hate chishiya quite yet....... he and reader are both complicated and flawed characters!!!!! i dont feel rlly happy about this chapter but i guess its the buildup for the more interesting ones lol hope u like it!!!! likes and reblogs are always nice <3

06/11/18 9:25

You felt anxious. You had to return the book before the school day ended, and you had to face the consequences of it. Although it wasn’t entirely your fault, you surely would be punished. There was no case in insisting you did not tear the page, Chishiya wouldn’t take the blame ever, and even if he did, no one would believe that narrative, because he was the loved one, the best student and you were one step away from being a high school drop-out. 

You still could not understand how basically everyone, teachers and students so appreciated him. Sometimes you imagined how everyone at this stupid school would circle around him and sing an ode to him as if he were a triumphant gladiator who had just returned from the war and had returned honour to his people. You guessed your classmates had previously decided in a secret meeting they would ignore any of his sarcastic remarks or just straight-up mean comments, and instead of hating him, they would kiss the ground he walks on. The truth was, this side of him, annoying without a break, was for you and only you. We can’t deny he wasn’t the most friendly man ever but the meanest thing he had ever done to others, apart from you, was ignore their invites to hang out after school. But you were not aware of this, of course.

However, your mind was busy enough to be thinking about Chishiya. You were tired and scared. The whole weekend you visited different bookstores with Kuina around the town to find the exact same copy of the book you had borrowed from the library, but it was a lost case, no one had it. “I think we should stop searching, we already visited all the libraries and bookstores around here! Twice!”, “Kuina, I’m going to die, I’m serious” you pouted. You were sulking the whole way home, you tried your best to not put an end to your quest, but Kuina was right, your legs were sore from all the walking and you felt as if you were about to pass out from the heat. Only you would walk through the whole city at the very start of summer, and only Kuina would help you in your crazy adventures.

The emotional torment did not stop there as you could not rest when you got home. You didn’t sleep all night, torturing yourself with your thinking. Most people perceived you as someone easy-going who never got stressed or anxious, but it wasn’t true, this messy self now crumbling in bed because of a concern most students would resolve without troubling themselves was your authentic version. But these crises occurred behind the scenes, you had to keep your carefree facet in front of others, it was the sole reason you kept good relationships with almost every one of your classmates, right? 

Kuina and Arisu were the only ones who were able to see through that mask you perfectly crafted to be liked, that’s why they tried to support this time, knowing how much you got worried by matters of this nature, everyone else just caught the aftermath; you sleeping through most morning lessons. For them, it was just your usual lazy worst-ranked student behavior, disinterested in whatever the professor was teaching, but in fact, you were recovering those lost sleep hours. You didn’t even sleep all morning, you attempted to distract yourself by writing some poems, at first, it only distressed you more, tearing apart pages from your notebook and crumpling them into little paper balls. Nevertheless, you concluded a bunch of verses you were pleased by, so now was time for a nap.

You were twenty minutes into your nap, that was what Chishiya could estimate at the moment. He tried not paying attention to you, but he struggled. He did not care that much about you, or at least he insisted on that, but he was really intrigued by you. It was the first time you seemed to be concerned so noticeably about something in front of someone. He never fell for that free-spirited reckless role of yours, he saw you. He saw you when you were four years old, and then fourteen and now you were about to be eighteen, it was difficult for him  to not notice. Again, he never cared about you that much, but his sight got drawn by you sleeping surrounded by many paper balls.

As much effort as he put into ‘not caring’ about you, he took one of the plastic bags he kept into his backpack for trash-collecting purposes and started gathering the paper to throw it into the bag. ‘Who am I?’ ‘What am I doing?’ ‘Why am I doing this?’ were some of the questions which crossed his mind, he had two excuses, first of all, no one, not even you, the most annoying yet interesting person in the whole room, deserved to nap around litter and second, maybe he felt guilty and bad for you. There was one piece of paper which was not wrinkled, but he assumed you got way too stressed to even bothered by it.

He started ripping the paper in pieces and, since you were a light sleeper, that tiny noise woke you up. You glanced at him bewildered but also angry, especially angry. As one would expect, you guessed Chishiya did it on purpose, he probably had read your poem, laughed at you in his head and proceeded to tear it apart. “Why are you always ripping apart everything I care about? Do you hate me that much?” Chishiya got the urge to deny the statement with the head, but was paralyzed, he did not even stop to read it. He fucked up even more. You noticed how everyone turned to you, witnessing the dispute between you and Chishiya. No one would have bat an eye in any other occasion but it seemed more serious and less playful than most times. You left the classroom by the back door, feeling burdened by all the negative attention.

tags: @surshica @enslique @httpsimmy @elernity @eshtravagent @fishisahappydog @kreishin @vernon-dursley @mhyunri @thenightsflower @madjz @saiewithakatana @yeosangiehwa @xiaoishwrites @seloise @justhere105 @naegisimp @mxbrahms @chlooooop @woodandwaxwings @huachengsbestie01 

[natashaswifeyy]

First days and first impressions

Professor!Natasha x Student!Reader

Summary: Y/N Martens is late to her first college class ever, which is held by one of the most respected and meanest teachers in the college. She of course gets a punishment for being late.

Part 2, Part 3, Part4 | Series Masterlist

I swear to god i never ran this fast in my life. I hate running so fucking mu-

"Hey! Watch out where the fuck you're going!" A young red headed women yelled at me as I bumped her shoulder, which caused her materials to fall to the ground.

"Sorry" I yelled back at her, still sprinting to my first ever college class. I had high hopes for it since the teacher Ms. Romanoff had a very high status in the teacher community, she is supposed to be the best and most strict teacher at the same time. Some say she is a sweetheart, but most say she is an absolute asshole. I just hope i wont get on her bad side.

As I now started walking normally again to avoid crashing into any more human beings, I found myself being completely lost on the information about the location of the english literature class.

So I began rushing to the secretary's office for the location. Hoping to get to class on time, I wont take any risks in this class.

When I got there I only had two minutes to get to my destined class. Which pissed me off a lot. Why did I have to be late on the first day of school? In my first ever class with Ms. Romanoff as my teacher?

The secretary interrupted my thought process. “Your class is in the east wing, room 1984." the nice Lady informed me. She looked very secretary-ish to begin with, an elderly woman, short blonde hair with bangs and round glasses, very professional looking too with her pencil skirt and white blouse.

She gave me a warm smile when she saw the confused and helpless look i gave her. “Oh honey, look i will guide you, since it' s Professor Romanoff you sure need some really good excuse to be late for her class." She laughed and rounded her desk, motioning me to follow her.

We walked for a good 10 minutes until we finally reached the Lecture Hall my class was held in. You could hear a faint, soft, voice behind the thick wooden door with a small window in it.

As I looked through the small window in the door, I saw endless rows of students, all writing for dear life, but I couldn't see the star of the show yet. One of the reasons why I was so looking forward to seeing her is the fact that she is also know for her gorgeous appearance, she is supposed to be put of everybody's league, some say not even Elizabeth Olsen could pull the kind of Woman.

“Are you ready?" The secretary, whose name I just learned on our hike here, Mrs. Johansson,  asked me with her bright smile. She seemed to be more excited than I was, because by now, my excitement was taken over by pure fear and stress of being humiliated infront of my whole class- or worse Ms. Romanoff hating me.

Mrs. Johansson pushed a small button next to the door, it seemed to be some kind of bell, since a knock would probably not be heard in such a large room. The Professor probably ended her sentence before walking up the stairs to the door I stood at.

And finally I could see her. And oh shit. It was the exact same Women i ran over earlier, what was it about making a good first impression again? She saw me right away as i was standing right in front of the window.

Her face immediately went from a form smile to an annoyed look, followed by a roll of her eyes, god it looked so good on her. Taking a step back I let her have room to open the door, as she was pushing the obviously heavy door open with ease, I could see a bit more of her cleavage than I probably should have.

Her white, short sleeved, blouse was showing just a little underneath her collarbones, sexy but still professional. The tight slacks she wore also showed her curves more than great and let her look like a goddess. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her body a few times before finally making a stop at her face.

She had full lips with bright red lipstick on, the shade Taylor swift always uses and light makeup. She seemed like a person who didn't need much makeup anyways. But she did top off her piercing green eyes with some light brown eyeshadow and a good mascara.

My looks were way too obvious, so obvious that even the Secretary noticed. Mrs. Johansson looked at me with a smirk, but my new Professor obviously didn't see me checking her out as a compliment, I mean nobody would.

"You're late." She states looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "I expect my students to always be on time." Her look was alost capturing, as if I could fall right into her.

"Please ma'am I just held her up in the office, I know her grandpa." Mrs. Johansson interrupted her speech. She smiled at Professor Romanoff, who smiled back.

"Well then, thank you for telling me. You should get back to the Dean now, he doesn't survive 30 minutes without his right hand." She laughed and made a gesture with her hand as if to tell her she was dismissed.

The Secretary said goodbye to us and rounded the corner, on her way back to her office. Walking past Ms. Romanoff I felt a hand on my arm. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked me.

"Going into the class?" I looked at her confused. Why shouldn't I go in? I mean I can attend the remaining 75 minutes, can't I? Or does she want to give me more of her lecture?

"You wont. I want you here after your classes and you will do all the work here, the homework too. I don't care how long it takes you. You'll be here 3:30pm sharp. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." were the only words i could muster under her demanding, almost dominant tone and aura.

- - -

As I was making my way to Professor Romanoff's office, I noticed my body dripping with sweat from anticipation. Being scared would be an understatement, I was terrified of what this Woman has planned for me.

Knocking on her office, I found myself suddenly regretting my decision to come here. I could say i had period cramps? The flu? A sudden death in close family maybe?

As i was spiralling down the path of possible excuses as to why i couldn't attend her detention lesson, she was already clearing her throat to get my attention, apparently I had zoned out again.

"So Ms. Martens, please take a seat at the desk in front of mine." Her office was a small classroom, there were enough chairs and tables for around 5-7 students, probably for detention or tutoring after class.

It was decorated very little, her large desk was placed underneath a large blackboard. On her desk you could see some pictures, decorations and work stuff. Like her MacBook, paper, things like that. The back of her chair was facing the wall with the blackboard behind her, while my table had a perfect view of her desk.

And possibly her cleavage too.

"Sit down, I will teach you the lesson exactly like i taught the other student earlier, I understand that this was a one time mistake and that you wont do it again. I talked to Mrs. Johansson again and she explained to me what happened and I get that you got lost in such a big building, I still had to teach you a lesson, I hope you understand."

She said all that with a soft and understanding tone, which was a big contrast compared to how she spoke with me in the morning. "Yes ma'am, it won't happen again. I will make sure of it." I said smiling up at her. To my surprise, she smiled back at me.

"So first things first are materials..."

- - -

"Are you done?" she asked me as I put down my pen with a heavy sigh. "Yes, I am. And so done with life too." I laughed the last comment off a bit and was happy to make her giggle too.

"Yes I understand that. Are you driving home now?"

Her question was so genuine, caring, as if she was actually interested, but i came to the conclusion that she hated awkward silences just as much as I did and wanted to make small talk because of that.

"No, it's just a 30 minute walk home, I don't have a car right now." was my reply as i placed my things neatly in my backpack.

"Oh my- no way! It's dark outside and 10pm. I will drive you, there is no way you're walking home." As I wanted to interject she already continued. "I am the reason you're leaving so late, I am the reason you come home safe. Just tell me your adress."

I couldn't do anything but nod and wonder how people can describe her as an asshole. After giving her my adress, which she laughed about, we got out and locked the office.

We were walking through the completely empty campus, shutting off lights and locking doors as we were the last people to leave. "I'm sorry for holding you up Professor, I'm sure you had better plans than this." I apologised sincerely.

"Oh it's no problem, I usually leave around this time anyways, so it wasn't a big deal for me."

That was the last thing being said before we got into her car. It was nice. Definitely expensive. A black one, it was big and had the newest technology there was. The seats were beige leather and there were TV screens in the back of the chairs, so that the second row could watch movies.

The car was very spacious too, great for kids. Maybe she has kids? Probably not. She probably just has a big family.

"Блядь" ("fuck") she suddenly exclaimed from the drivers seat, there was a big accident on our route to the place I lived. Taking a look at her navi i noticed it wasn't even on. Maybe she knew the area I lived in?

She leaned back in her Seat, obviously relaxing for the time we would be standing.

"I have a question." she suddenly said.

[quirkless-accident]

To spice things up abit

Danny is a Shinketsu teacher/student

Bonus besties with ms.joke/

Danny had originally wanted to work at UA. It was his alma mater, and all of his closest friends worked there. But Clockwork always said that everything is as it should be, so when he walked through the gates of Shiketsu High, he figured it was meant to be.

And, years later, that's still held up pretty strongly. Granted, there were certain times when he just felt like phoning it in. It was a job, and sometimes it really did feel like one. Especially on the long days of training after long nights of patrolling or stakeouts with Eraserhead or-god forbid-the occasional Ghost Zone thing he had to deal with during a weeknight.

Still, he's glad he can confidently say he genuinely enjoys his job. He never thought he would like teaching. After all, he remembers what it was like to be a student-and a bad one at that-but he also remembers the lack of support he had from the people he needed it from the most. If just one of his teachers had reached out a helping hand, he's sure he would have excelled a lot more. And honestly, with the grades he graduated with, it's kind of a surprise he was even accepted for the teaching position to begin with.

But everything is as it should be.

He does his best to be the kind of teacher for his students that he never had. He keeps spare blankets and pillows for when they really need a nap, and extra granola bars in his desk for those who can't afford a little extra food every now and then. And though he's terrible with everything but math and science, he tries his best to help them understand the work they get from other classes.

He enjoys watching his student's eyes sparkle with recognition when they finally solve a problem, or shine with passion when they talk about something they love, or something new that happened with their quirk. And when he went on his own tangents about space or quirk theory, they all sat at the edge of their seats, hanging on every word. Danny never thought he would be a good teacher, but he's glad to see himself proven wrong every single day.

The other perk to working at a superhero school is his coworkers. They're all talented in their own rights, with skills he would never be able to dream of having. But there's one in particular he gets along with well. Like a house on fire, really. Sometimes literally depending on how out of hand their pranks go. But Ms. Joke has been a godsend throughout his teaching career, and he wouldn't trade her for the world.

Through his toughest, meanest days she's stood by his side. Though she never seems to have bad days herself, he makes a point of letting her know he's there for her if she needs him, just like she's there for him. But if either of them ever need a pick-me-up, all it takes is one quick text, a very secretive lunch period, and a can of whip cream.

Danny likes to think that there will be ballads about the kind of pranks they've pulled, each one more wild and crazy than the last. They've never done any genuine harm except for the occasional lost eyebrow (that was completely deserved, if you ask Danny). And they never fail to lift their spirits. Without fail, every single one has ended with them crying and laughing on the floor, unable to stand any longer from the sheer chaotic joy they've caused.

Sometimes he wonders what it would be like if he had gotten that job at U.A. instead. Would he be drinking coffee in the mornings with Aizawa in a steady silence? Would he be brushing up on his literature with Cementoss? Would he be scrutinized in every way imaginable by Nezu? Probably a yes to all of those things.

But he's also created this little pocket of peace. He finally carved out a little section of the world that was just his. It didn't belong to ghosts or anybody else. Just one, kinda tired, Daniel Fenton, teacher extraordinaire.

Plus, the jokes with his morning coffee was a plus.

Besides, everything is as it should be.

And he had no plans on changing that anytime soon.

[birlwrites]

ttdl if the marauders and regulus's group were in the same year

i came up with this in the tags of my last post so if you notice some similarities between this post and the tags on that one, that's why

slughorn assigns potions partners alphabetically by last name so regulus and sirius would DEFINITELY be partners. they'd be INFURIATED. sirius would strongly consider changing his last name to potter. regulus would say 'what, you can't even handle my presence? pathetic' and then out of spite sirius would stay potions partners with him

evan and james: constantly competing to be The Cool Funny Popular One. at all times. they're fucking insufferable

regulus knows EVERYTHING in astronomy and sirius can't decide whether to pretend to know nothing to spite his family or to reveal that he also knows everything to spite regulus specifically (because he can't have people thinking regulus is the smarter one!! no fucking way!!!)

lucinda and lily would be friends and they would also frequently look at each other like 'are we the only sane people here' and the answer would be no. because none of them are sane.

remus is having constant breakdowns in the corner watching his friends get into ANOTHER fight with the slytherins about ANOTHER incredibly stupid thing that will probably result in sirius being decked YET AGAIN by barty crouch jr

(the first time this happened is because they were fighting and barty said something like 'if you say one more word i'm going to hit you' and sirius said something like 'why bother threatening me? just hit me then!! or are you a COWARD' and that is how they wound up in the hospital wing)

the teachers all have a meeting on the subject of 'do we separate them for detention or do we make them do detention together as part of the punishment'

the answer depends on who they're trying to combine. james will be grumpy but non-combative in detention with anyone except regulus (then there's fighting). you cannot put barty and sirius in the same room and expect it to go well. or even mediocrely. if you put regulus and sirius in the same room there won't be outright fighting but there will be constant bickering with the meanest zingers you've ever heard. it's hilarious but you Cannot Laugh because you're also a little horrified at the barbs they are trading. also because you're supervising their detention

the embarrassingly huge crush that emma definitely had on marlene mckinnon in fourth year would be even WORSE because now they would INTERACT REGULARLY

charlotte is also having a constant breakdown in the corner but it's not because her friends are getting into fights it's because everyone around her has lost it and she cannot get peace and quiet ANYWHERE in the castle and dumbledore refuses to let her transfer to hufflepuff

regulus would have significantly less time to fight a war because he'd be busy coming up with new ways to get back at james for his most recent crime (e.g. breathing too loudly)

neither gryffindor nor slytherin would win the house cup for a full seven years

they wOULD however set a new record for 'largest number of students in detention for being involved in the same fight'

as well as 'largest number of students who are SO infuriated by each other that even the presence of minerva mcgonagall is not enough to persuade them to BEHAVE THEMSELVES'

james attempts to bodily pick up and throw regulus into the black lake

regulus retaliates by locating the proper window of gryffindor tower, flying up to it in the middle of the night, breaking it, and dumping gallons of lake water into the room

evan helps, just for shits and giggles

maeve would help but she's terrified of heights so she mostly helps with gathering the water

regulus and remus go a full 4.5 years without exchanging a single word because remus (correctly) assumes that the ONLY thing keeping him out of the fighting is the fact that he has never antagonized regulus

barty and remus are secret DADA study partners. they attempt to take this secret to their graves. unfortunately the marauders' map ruins this and sirius and regulus have a SCREAMING FIGHT over it in the great hall at breakfast the next day

regulus's reputation for being cool and collected is completely destroyed. actually it never existed

gryffindor v slytherin quidditch matches routinely draw the entire school to watch. they love finding out about quidditch fouls they didn't know existed. they also love remus's commentary because of his editorial comments about his fraying sanity and his countdown to graduation (which he begins in third year). once he gets the number of days wrong and mcgonagall corrects him. she's counting too

but over the years remus stops being surprised by literally anything that happens in these quidditch matches

so his commentary turns into 'aaaand it looks like the gryffindor seeker is attempting to shove the slytherin seeker off his broom... last year that didn't happen until about half an hour into the match, this year they've beat that time by twenty minutes, i suppose that's progress... sirius black's broom seems to be on fire... either one of the slytherins has managed to sneak their wand onto the pitch or they have someone who can do wandless magic... either way it bodes poorly for the rest of my week. potter has hit vanity in the face with the quaffle, unclear if that was a flubbed pass or if it was on purpose. madam hooch is not calling that as a penalty, i assume because she's decided to let the minor fouls slide and focus on the ones that verge on attempted murder, she only has so much time in the day after all. 703 days of this left, by the way'

'706, lupin'

'oh sorry, professor, you're right. 706'

[intothestacks]

Adventures in Librarian-ing

Me: *about the teacher in Weird Al Yankovic's book "My New Teacher and Me"* Mr. Booth's not a very nice teacher, is he?

Grade 1s: Noooo!

Grade 1 Student: He's the meanest teacher in the world ever!

Other Grade 1: But not [our teacher], she's the BEST teacher ever!

Grade 1s: *unanimously agree*

Grade 1 Teacher: Aaaw! See, this is why I love teaching Grade 1 -- you guys are so sweet!

[numbuh900]

Sector BB ((the Bikini Bottom Kids next door))

Peggy Fangs AKA Numbuh H20

A female piranha who's the leader of the gang, she's an egotistical yet a sharp thinker and a very determined kid who doesn'tgive up.

Ollie Suction AKA Numbuh H30

A male octopus who's the 2x4 tech expert and likes collecting junk that humans dump into the sea, he is sarcastic, creative and loves to draw his gadget ideas.

Pete Bloat AKA Numbuh H40

A male pufferfish who's the medic, he's very shy yet loyal kid. whenever he gets scared he puffs up, this puffing up ability is useful as a blocking move in battle.

Dolly Fields AKA Numbuh H50

A female sea sponge who's kind, calm, optimistic and the second in command, she is a jellyfish expert experienced with underwater wildlife.

Terri Tomshell AKA Numbuh H60

A female sea Turtle who's the playful yet rough and tumble fighter of the group, an expert on comic books, video games and karate.

Now behold their treehouse base

located at 573 Seaweed Street, a giant coral treehouse growing out from a average bikini bottom house, the tree consists of a submarine as the main hanger that contains their submarine air ships and boats, lighthouse, a pineapple and other junk tossed into the ocean by humans.

The base has wepons like a giant plunger harpoon launcher to hunt down sea monsters, powered by thousands of sea hamsters, It's loaded with sea missiles that explode algae and normal explosive material, the base defense system has gaurd worms and fish net launchers.

Now here's a small Rouge gallery that Sector BB are arch enemies with.

(Villains left from right are.....)

Mr. Zapped

An electric eel mad scientist that works as a teacher at Bikini Bottom elementary school, his crimes against childhood are being the meanest teacher ever, does evil extremists on his students to turn them into minions so he can rule the school and has the power to blast electric F's at people.

Tattle Teen

A bratty teenage girl who's the local tattle tale and is always on the case of whatever it is Sector BB is doing, she does bad stuff and frames children to get herself off the hook. She attacks using Battle Ready Armor, which gives her a diver outfit that shoots torpedoes, fishing nets, and a harpoon grappling hook.

Officer Hookline

A truant officer that takes his job way too seriously, he hates how Sector BB cut school to go on missions and tries getting the kids expelled but never seems to catch them.

Al Algae

A mutant blob of living Algae that was created by Mr. Zapped, it grows and spreads itself all over playgrounds and kids fun places making them uninhabitable to play in.

[wontgodowninhistory]

Halloween drabble PT TWO: 

October 31st, 1973: Hawkins Elementary School

( Part One can be found here )

Robin held on to her grandmother's hand until she reached the already active first-grade classroom. "Bye, granny. Make sure daddy rests." She told her in a hushed tone so no other students would come out and overhear. They laughed at her father and she didn't want anyone to catch her talking about him and decide to do so. If they did it could ruin her happy day just like he’d tried to do earlier that morning. The little girl still cared about the older man even if he didn't give a damn about her. She was still too young to grasp that fact fully. “Maybe he'll like my costume more after he wakes up.” There was optimism in her voice just as there always was even if things were rough.

Her grandmother didn't answer. She just adjusted her blue hat once more before watching her take off. It almost fell off the energetic girl's head as she darted into the classroom. She was excited about all the new friends she was going to make as a clown. She didn’t seem to do well as just herself, boring, awkward Robin Buckley. She was either ignored completely or made fun of. This plan was genius and she was proud of herself for coming up with the idea. It was so much better than last year when she’d gone as a panda. No one cared and she’d come home with nothing but tears and red kool-aid all over the white area on the front of her costume. Holly Alexander - the meanest girl in her class - had claimed to have tripped and spilled it on her on accident but she knew that was a lie. This was different. Clowns made people happy and they loved them. They would love her too. How could they not? Maybe even Holly would like her. Too much youthful optimism was definitely a flaw for Robin but it was one she'd never let go of even years later. It's one of the few things that helped her get by.

Bursting into the classroom where all the other first graders were dressed in a wide array of fun costumes, Robin had a bright smile on her face. That was until she realized her biggest mistake. Some people - especially other children - were terrified of clowns. That much was evident from how Chrissy Cunningham started to cry and immediately went to hide behind stupid Jason Carver. “Make it go away! Make the clown go away!” The tiny blonde that all the teachers seemed to favor cried out. Jason didn’t look happy at all. In fact he looked very angry. A few of the other children were already standing around laughing at her. Some were even in tears like Chrissy. The teacher was standing behind her big desk with several apples in a row at the front. Some of the children would bring them to her thinking that she had a fondness for them. Robin knew that the old lady actually threw them away at the end of class - she’d seen her do it - that’s why she’d never brought her one. Mrs. Nichols didn’t look all that pleased with her either. But when was she ever? Robin was convinced the teacher - like most adults - hated her.

“She wore that on purpose, Mrs. Nichols!” The voice of none other than Holly spoke up. “She likes to do mean things.” One of the girl's friends piped up right after her. “No, I didn’t! I wore it to make everyone happy! Clowns make people happy!” Robin was as close to tears as the future head cheerleader hiding behind the jock she’d later go on to date. Out of all the commotion and mean accusations being directed at her the thing that bothered Robin the most was Chrissy’s tears. She hadn't meant to make anyone cry. Least of all her. The popular classmate had always been nice to her and even shared her crayons once when she didn't have any. And even if they wouldn't talk again for years, Robin just wanted to make her feel better. What she chose to do would just make it all worse. It seemed the awkward girl already had developed a knack for doing that.

Ignoring everything else around her, Robin slowly approached the girl she would one day fall madly in love with. Other kids still cried but she was good at tuning them out like she did with daddy and granny when they had too much to drink and argued. Jason being in the way didn't even stop her. “Chrissy, don't cry.” She held out a hand to her. “It's just me, Robin. I'm not a real clown.” Did that even matter to the other first grader? They barely interacted in class. Chrissy spent all her time being noticed while she just blended into the background unless someone acknowledged her existence. Instead of taking her hand, the smaller girl started to scream and sob harder. “No! Make the clown go away! It's going to get me.” She tried to run and ended up tripping over the gown of her Princess costume. Down she went with clumsy Robin attempting to go after her. She also lost her footing and fell in a graceless heap of her own. That was no surprise. She could barely walk without stumbling over her own feet.

Before she could do anymore she was roughly yanked to her feet by Mrs. Nichols. “That's enough!” She was led to the door and escorted out as Holly called her a freak and got some of the others to do so as well. Soon there was a chorus of them behind her. “Freak! Freak! Freak!” The single word was repeated over and over and it just seemed to echo louder in her head no matter how far she got from the classroom. That's what daddy called her so often so it made the insult hurt worse. She was already sobbing as she was led into the hall right towards the Principal's office. Without intending to, Robin had made a mess of everything. This Halloween was so much worse than the last one and she was never dressing up again.

[molsons112000]

What happened to these two brothers was just they deserved everything they received. They beat them breaking every bone in their body.And then they buried them one face up the other face down on top.. So they were looking at each other as they died an incredible pain.... There was nothing unrighteous or unjust about what happened to them....

But you go around protecting people from their punishment for the crimes they commit.... You are disgusting and filth.You support satanic activity.You support the crimes.They do the illegal things they do.The lies and deceptions, you are f****** unbelievably satanic.Fucking pieces of fucking no good shit....

So number one, any of this true in the movie. They should have cadaver dogs.Go to these areas looking for the bodies....

Number 2, if he watched end of this debasement scene where he was supporting the Irish Republican army. Helping them to do terrorist x throughout great britain....

But you cry and protect these people from what they deserve. They don't deserve anything good. That's the point of hell. God doesn't give him anything good.He incredibly punishes them.He is so wicked beyond the wickedness of man.He punishes them so severely.It is unbelievable.....

The lord can be the meanest person ever.... He goes with the carrot first, but when he goes with the stick.It is worse than any man on earth can do to you.They can skin you alive and cut you up in pieces and what you will experience in the hands of the lord are even greater...

Revelation 20:10, 14-15And the devil who had deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and sulfur where the beast and the false prophet were, and they will be tormented day and night forever and ever. . . . Then Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire.Oct 4, 2011

https://www.thegospelcoalition.org › ...

Ten Foundational Verses for Eternal Punishment in Hell

I'm sick and tired of you Running to protect these pieces of filth from the punishment they deserve..... You are just as wicked as them protecting them from what they deserve.....

My Friend paul kimball taught martial arts kempo. But the one thing he failed to Teacher students is the follow the rule of law.

[infpsagittarius]

2022 Christmas holidays

I had a very fun and fruitful 13-day holidays for Christmas.

On the first day I met up with ex-colleagues from my last school. I felt that I really vibe with them way more than with my current colleagues. I'm the nice one in my current school group but already almost the meanest one in my last school group - they are all just soo kind! I love to be friends with them actually.

Then Dima and I went to a Christmas party - eastern European/ slavic based. People were mostly PHD students in Hong Kong and mostly come from Russia, Belarus, Kazakhstan etc. They were sooo quiet and reserved. I was so shocked about the vibe when we arrived at the dinner. Not just me, another girl who arrived way earlier and was involved in the cooking with them also felt the same. Just so shy, quiet and reserved, is that a PHD thing or a slavic thing? I met PHD students who were total party animals before so most likely a cultural thing.

Then on Christmas I went to the AR game centre to play an AR game with Dima and 3 other blockmates. It was fun and scary. Dima said he was totally distressed. I feel bad that he hadn't been able to relax even the interviews were already over.

Then we took a day to kinda organise and pack for our trip to Hanoi, Vietnam.

Then we spent 4 days there (the first day we only arrived and went to bed so it didn't count). I wouldn't say it was relaxing since the roads were always busy occupied with motorcycles and cars. We were alwasy anxious trying to walk. We kinda gave up and called a Grab even it would be an 8-minute walk from Google Maps. But, we did eat a lot of authentic Vietnamese food which I didn't see in Hong Kong. We did see three shows in four days, two of them were live music in bars and 1 was the traditional Vietnamese Puppet water show. We did visit a lot of museums and learnt a lot about the history. We were treated very nicely by the people in service industry too. So the trip was worth the time and money. I wouldn't say I would ever go back again since my style of vacation is to relax. The hustle and bustle just doesn't suit me. Also, I have learnt to be more grateful about how previledged I already am. People there are so poor. I kept asking myself, if I were born there, what would I do to break out of the poverty? It's easy when you have money since you're from another country looking at them, but think about if you were a local and born in poverty, how could you actually get out of that and climb up the social laddar?

It makes me feel that, Hongkongers, including me, are already so priviledged. We are so specific about so many things, like quality of food, quality of our staycation hotel rooms, environment that we are in etc. You might say, yea, but I work and I suffer in exchange of money to enjoy all that stuff, but hey, look at the locals in Vietnam, they work a lot and they suffer too but they are just surviving.

I was soo blue and down 2 days prior to going back to work. I really just don't wanna face all the hectic work and the upcoming class observations. Every day at school it's like go go go go go. Every day I live in a rush. Every day we need to attend meetings and be somewhat mentally abused by the boss. But think about the high salary you earn as a teacher here, think about how you don't need to be micromanaged by some disgusting people working in an office, think about the holidays you get, think about the future possibility to work part-time, think about how all your friends from the last school are going through the same observations. Pay your due and everything is temporary.

Being grateful is so important. We need to have gradtitude to lead a happy life. In fact, things in your life aren't guaranteed.

[writemekpop]

Savage | Kim Minjeong (Winter)

Summary: You accidentally sit in the seat of Winter, one of the hottest and meanest girls in your high school. Sparks fly... 

Genre: Sapphic, High school AU, aespa are the cool mean girls 

Word Count: 1.2k

Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

As the classroom filled with students on your first day of high school, your heart threatened right out of your itchy uniform. Elbowing, hissing curses, everyone scrambled for a seat. Each time you turned to a seat, someone else snatched it up. You could feel tears rising up your throat already.

Your one friend, Anushka, whispered in your ear. “Don’t worry. It’s an English class – what’s the worst that can happen?”

Just then, you caught sight of four empty seats in the centre of the class. For some reason, no one was touching them. Anushka was hissing something, but you couldn’t miss the opportunity to grab a seat.

Steeling yourself, you planted your butt in one of them. You dropped your bag. Done.

As soon as you did it, a hush fell over the class. Every girl, shrieking seconds earlier, now stared at the door in chilled silence.

You followed their gazes… then goosebumps rippled over your skin.

Because standing in the doorway, were four of the most devastatingly beautiful girls you’d ever laid your eyes on. Their skin glowed like crushed pearls; you couldn’t recognise your stuffy uniform the way it clung to their curved bodies.

Your eye fell on the rightmost one.

Her long blonde hair was brushed till it shone like the moon. Compared to the defiant leader – who had at least a foot on you – there was something gentle in the set of her lips. Something… different.

Every lip in the room was mouthing one word – ‘ae-girls’. Turning to your neighbour, you whispered, “Why are they called the ae-girls?”

She gave you a look like you’d asked what the sun was. “Because they’re too perfect to be real. You know, AI?”

But in the next moment, she suddenly snapped her head away. Ice froze down your spine as you realised every eye was now on you.

“What are you doing in my seat?”

The angelic blonde girl was talking to you. Hot fingers spread up your neck.

“Y-your seat?” You’d forgotten how to speak.

She rolled her eyes, half-smiling like you were the world’s greatest idiot. “This chair…is reserved.”

You weren’t going to take any chances. Scooping up your things, you ran to a three-legged seat at the very back.

Despite the shame bristling over your skin, your eyes were glued to the four girls.

The blonde beauty – Winter, apparently – reminded you distinctly of a lioness. She sat in the rightmost chair… and then did something unbelievable.

Click. Her first boot smacked onto the desk. Click. The second followed, miraculously graceful despite the stretch. Her ritual completed, she threw her head back, and shouted, “Danny?”

Your mouth fell open. On the board, was the English teacher’s name: Mr. Park. But by the way his cheeks reddened at her words, you knew he was the ‘Danny’ she meant.

Flinching, you awaited Winter’s reprimand.

But none came. Instead, the teacher pushed himself up, and trudged over to her seat. His head was lowered as he spoke. “Yes, Winter?”

“My shoelace is undone.”

Once the class had finally begun, you’d had enough excitement for a lifetime. You kept your head down, praying you could just get into ‘Romeo and Juliet’.

But of course, the ae-girls wouldn’t let you.

The whole class, you couldn’t shake the feeling they were talking about you. Every few seconds, Winter would stretch over to her partner, and whisper something in her ear. Then they’d giggle, eyes burning into you.

You tried to focus on your page, but the words kept swimming. Then your focus would go back to the ae-girls. You actually caught them passing notes! Their exercises books were untouched, but they weren’t even trying to hide it.

You could feel your ears turning a flaming red, and you hated it.

Winter could see, obviously. That was probably what she was laughing about. Everything you felt embarrassed about – your stupid hand-me-down brogues, the ladder in the back of your tights, the way you had the chest of an 11-year-old boy – all came into painful focus.

They were probably mocking you on something else altogether. There was an infinity to choose from.

When you were ready to just run out of there, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Everyone swore under their breath; it was the headmistress. If Mr. Park’s methods were a slap on the wrist, hers were a chainsaw.

She snorted at the four girls who were clearly not focusing. Just then, you saw her nostrils flair, and she strode over to them.

Winter, cheeks still stretched in a giggle, was just passing a note when-

The headmistress snatched it out of her manicured fingers.

“N-no!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. For the first time, Winter sounded…terrified. You sneaked a glance her way, and saw her brow more creased than that paper.

A stone sunk in your stomach. Of course. The reason she was so afraid was because that note was some dirty insult at you. Shivers buzzed over your skin. Your head was swimming, but was it enough to make you pass out?

A smile creeping over her lips, the head mistress flattened out the crumpled paper.

You held your breath.

She cleared her throat. “That Y/n girl is the most beautiful person ever. Period.” Her monotone made it sound like Siri was reading out the words. You had a sudden urge to laugh. “Girlfriend type.”

Your heart thrummed like tiny bird wings. Was this a dream?

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Winter’s head was planted on the table. Apart from her beret and head of glossy white-blonde hair, she was hidden.

She turned the paper over. “IKR…I wanna snog that cherry lipgloss right off.” She read out each letter of “IKR” separately, like she’d never heard them before.

Satisfied, the headmistress balled the paper up, and chucked it in the bin. “If you ever pass notes in this class again, I will have you expelled.”

But no one was listening to her anymore.

Because every eye in the room was on you. Your classmates’ looks ranged from glee to acid jealousy.

For the first time, even their attention couldn’t phase you. Butterflies leapt in your stomach, filling you up to your ears. Winter – glorious, untouchable, ice queen Winter – liked you?

Even thinking it made you blush.

After class, you waited till everyone else in the room had filed out. The only people left were the ae-girls…and you.

The tall one – Karina, so you’d heard – strutted up to you, arms crossed. “We have agreed that if you want to ask Winter out, it will be permitted.”

It took so much effort not to giggle that your eyes watered. Ignoring Karina, you threw Winter a shy look.

“Is it true?”

She didn’t say a word. Instead, you soon realised that your hands had swum the distance between you. All of their own accord, your fingers were interlaced with her manicured ones.

In that moment, that was all you had to know.

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Here's your reminder for writing canon and reverse leona interacting like you asked for boss

THANK U BESTIE if my memory ain't got me, i know anon got me

Also Leona might be ooc I don't know

There was something odd in the air, and Leona could smell it. He looked up from his nap spot in the botanical garden, hearing two pairs of footsteps approaching.

" Get away from me! What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Ruggie's voice yelled at someone, and he could hear some form of panic in his voice.

" Ruggie-sempai, wait!!! Don't leave meeeee!" Leona could hear his own voice from behind Ruggie. His eyes widened and his expression soured. Who the hell was turning into him and fucking around? They were about to damn well find out once Leona got his hands on them.

The hyena emerged from the foliage, having to run around Leona to avoid tripping over him, and giving a quick, " Sorry, Leona-" he did a double take, " LEONA?"

" Ruggie, what the hell is going on-" he growled out right before the second person did, in fact, trip over him. The thwarted pursuer hit the ground face first with a yowl, ruining his perfect uniform. He shakily sat up, and then promptly began to bawl his eyes out like a child. Both Ruggie and Leona made a face, the sound of such cub-like wailing made disturbing by the fact that it was in the lion's deep, mature voice.

" HEY! Cut that out!" Leona snapped at the imitator.

The other lion whirled around, his eyes round and watery as he cried, " I'm sorry!! Please don't hit me!" but his crying was halted with a curious tilt of his head, " Gee, mister. You look just like me!"

Leona looked him over, unsure whether to feel offended, disgusted, or pissed. The collar of his now soiled uniform was one of those frilly ones, the kind Rosehearts wears, and his tie was made into a very messy and childish bow, and his green shoes looked exactly like one of the pairs Cheka had at home.

" Is your name Leona too? Can we be friends?!?" he scooted closer, bright eyed and excited.

Leona scowled, " You could go to prison for impersonating a member of the royal family, idiot. Drop that stupid disguise now." he commanded firmly.

That started up the waterworks again, " B-B-But I am a member of the royal family! I'm Leona Kingscholar!"

" Like hell you are, you little shit. You're just some Heartslabyul brat, arent you? I'm telling you, scamper back to the alchemy lab and undo whatever you did to yourself before you make an idiot outta me," he growled lowly.

" WAAAH! YOU'RE SO MEAN!!!" cried this other Leona, " I just wanted to be friends! Everything here is WEIRD! I went to class but Trien-sensei was mean and boring and Ruggie-senpai tried giving me meat and Ashengrotto-sama had normal LEGS and- and- and Riddle-kun yelled at me when I asked why he was dressed so nice today and Idia-chan ran away from me!" he clenched his shirt in his balled fists, stomping his foot as he hyperventilated.

Leona was utterly confused, " The hell do you mean? None of those are out of the ordinary. I'd be more concerned if those weren't the case."

Now both lions were confused, " You look just like me, and we have the same name, but you're really different from me. You're not nice at all," he admitted.

" I dunno, but your situation is sounding like the Prefect's," Leona stated, " The two of you are definitely in the same boat, you really aren't from around here."

" But I am from here! I'm a student!" he protested.

" Who's the headmage?"

" Ugh, Crowley-sensei. He's the meanest teacher I've ever met. I got lost once and I asked him for help and he hit me," the other Leona pouted at the memory. Judging by his expression, it's probably the only time he had ever been hit, and it shows.

" Not my problem, but that's all I needed to know. Go to the really shabby, sorta greenish dorm. Looks like a haunted house, can't miss it," Leona instructed.

His eyes lit up, " They can help me?? Aww, you really ARE nice!"

" Shut the fuck up, I can't stand to look at you or listen to you for a second longer or I will snap from how much of a baby you are," he snapped, " Now grow a pair and fuck off quietly."

And with that, he ran off very not-quietly, by crying. Leona's eye twitched in annoyance, his reputation was about to get ruined.