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Lovelorn

Yandere Class 1A x reader

yeah, uh, i hate this, but you get what you get

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Izuku was at a loss.

He'd tried everything - absolutely everything - to get you to open up. To talk. To partake in group activities outside of class

But no matter what he did, no matter how he tried to sell the idea, no matter how manipulative he was, you declined.

Every. Single. Time.

What made it worse was that he knew several other people in your class were trying to achieve the same thing.

Mina had invited you out more times than he could keep count of, and each time she was met with a short, harsh rejection.

Sero and Kaminari had joked with you, trying to get you to at least crack a hint of a smile.

No success.

Momo constantly offered to help you study, and when you inevitably said no, she would insist on tea parties and lunch dates and shopping trips with the rest of the girls in the class. You had stared at her with a blank gaze until she felt uncomfortable enough to leave.

Even Uraraka, as sweet as she was, was unable to crack your tough exterior.

Izuku realised that they were quickly running out of options. They'd run through the list of class members they could turn to for a solution, and sooner or later they'd have to accept the worst-case scenario.

They'd have to ask Bakugo for help.

****

You hated your classmates.

They were annoying. They were insistent.

When they were around, you never got so much as two minutes of peace and quiet.

It was bearable during the first few months of your first year, when you could go home and have a break from their never-ending questions.

But then the school had decided that it was in the best interest of the students to have you all move into dorms.

You hadn't known a single moment of peace since.

There always seemed to be someone attached to your hip, or trailing a few steps behind you, or eyeing you from across the room.

It was annoying, and you thought you’d made that clear.

In the beginning, you thought they had all been so insistent because they were curious about your quirk.

That in itself was understandable - no one knew one another, so it was natural for everyone to want to get to know their classmates quirks.

You knew of everyone else’s quirks - of course you did, you knew everything about them - and for the most part, they knew about yours, or as much as you’d told them.

Teleportation.

You thought that would be enough to satiate them, but evidently, you were wrong.

At first, your classmates, Izuku specifically, wanted to know about all the intricacies of your quirk - the parameters, drawbacks, limits, range, all of it. That had been the first warning sign. You were taught growing up to never tell anyone more about your quirk than they needed to know. That was enough for you to avoid Izuku.

All of your classmates seemed to be in awe of your power, which was strange. You weren’t particularly fond of your quirk. It was just so boring.

Teleportation, especially at your current level, wasn’t very useful to a hero. You weren’t much good when you were only able to teleport yourself.

Regardless, you were working on improving your quirk as best you could.

A small part of your mind whispered to you that they knew about things they shouldn’t, but that was just the usual bout of paranoia getting to you. You’d know whatever they knew straight away.

****

You teleportation quirk had developed at four years old, which was slightly younger than your father had been banking on. He’d gone to great lengths to teach you how to control your ability - at four years old, you had a tendency to just disappear. Not because you wanted to, or because you were actively thinking about leaving. No, it was more because you had absolutely zero control over yourself or your quirk.

By the time you turned six, you’d mastered the control your father so desperately wanted you to learn. You found that keeping your emotions in check helped more than consciously thinking about not using your quirk.

That degree of control couldn’t have developed at a better time, because eight months later, right before your seventh birthday, you developed your second quirk.

Telepathy.

That’s what became the real bane of your existence.

Sure, you were blessed to have two quirks. In fact, you loved it as a child. But controlling this quirk proved to be significantly more difficult than your first.

You managed to get it under control, for the most part. You made sure that you weren’t blaring your thoughts out loud constantly, and you learnt how to talk to people one on one pretty quickly.

What you couldn’t control, even close to ten years after discovering your second quirk, was how to shut other people’s thoughts out.

It was a never-ending battle, trying not to up and leave whenever you got too overwhelmed.

You’re sure someone could have helped you. The adults in your life - middle school teachers, your friends, their parents, maybe even Mr Aizawa and your classmates could have helped you, but you would never breathe so much as a word to them about your quirk - not when you saw how people reacted to the idea of someone being able to read their every thought.

So you kept it to yourself, occasionally making use of your teleportation quirk to get a moment of silence, leaping far, far away from civilisation, from people’s thoughts.

In those moments alone, it wasn’t so bad. You thought about how incredible your quirks actually were, about how fortunate you were to have a quirk at all, never mind two.

Then you’d return back to your dorm, and the cycle would repeat.

****

You would admit, it was pretty funny.

Hearing how strangely obsessed your classmates were with you was actually hilarious, especially considering they thought you had no idea. Not to mention, constantly ruining their supposedly brilliant plans.

Some of their ideas truly were brilliant, and they may have worked, had you not known about them in advance.

There were times that you almost felt bad for them. Almost. But playing along with them, seeing just how far you could push them without raising suspicion - it was fun.

Like right now, for example.

“-but I’m sure the weather will be clear enough for a picnic next weekend, since you don’t seem to like the idea of a tea party. What do you think?”

Yaoyorozu and Mina, who stood in front of your desk as you stared out the window, were still talking. Of course, what they were saying sounded nice enough, but their thoughts betrayed their true intentions.

Come oooonnnnnn, say yes, say yes! Just one bit of personal information, that’s all I need. I absolutely have to win this bet with Kaminari, so just give me something to work with!

Mina was someone who remained loud and talkative both within her mind, and when talking to people aloud.

The bet she was thinking about had been a running gag for a while now, something you had almost grown bored of.

Mina, Denki and Sero had made a bet; whoever was first to learn a tidbit of personal information about you, from you, got free reign of the communal gaming system in the dorm lounge for a month.

At least, that's what it started out as in the beginning.

It quickly reached the ears of the other students in your class, and everyone wanted in on the bet.

The promise of dibs on the game system long forgotten, their focus quickly moved on to bragging rights - after all, getting you to reveal any amount of personal information was seen as a great feat, one worthy of praise.

It had been funny at first, seeing how they scrambled to talk to you first, or the awkward ways they interacted with you to get even the slightest sliver of information.

Now, their thoughts gave you a headache whenever they were near.

You could probably have gone to Mr Aizawa if you had to - you were sure you could fabricate some evidence of their weird behaviour and have him intervene.

But the problem was, he was just as bad.

He had this weird, protective mindset.

It had creeped you out at first, but with time, you'd almost grown fond of his concern. It was... endearing. Kind of. Like a father. Or a puppy.

Regardless, he knew about their antics, and he hadn't bothered with them so far, so you decided it would be best if you kept your knowledge of the situation to yourself.

“No. Thank you though,” you reply smoothly, turning away from them to signal the end of the conversation.

But of course, they never really took no as an answer.

“Why? If it’s because you don’t want to be around a ton of people, then don’t worry about it - it’ll be like, eight of us. Please,” they ask, eyes wide and hopeful.

You’re saved, literally, by All Might entering the classroom with a silent shuffle.

“To your seats everyone, get to your seats please.”

****

Even without the use of your quirk, you can feel your class glowering from across the room.

You aren’t sure how your purple haired companion doesn’t realise that they’re glaring daggers at him - he really doesn’t even register that they’re looking at him at all.

But he doesn’t mention it, and no thoughts of them cross his mind, so you pay them no mind.

You liked Shinso. He was good company - quiet, polite, and his thoughts were the kind that barely skirted the edge of your consciousness. Being around him was like a breath of fresh air, so you clung to him.

It wasn’t often that you found someone who didn’t induce a migraine as soon as they entered the room. In fact, you could count on one hand the number of people you’d met that you could tolerate for longer than ten minutes.

Shinso was one, and Aizawa, surprisingly, was another.

Even more surprising than that though, had to be that Bakugo of all people had a quiet mind.

If anyone had known about your quirk and you told them, you were sure they’d call you a liar.

But it was the truth. The angry blond had such a tranquil mind that, if he allowed it, you’d befriend him. But you’d grown an aversion to being near him, as wherever Bakugo was, a crowd of classmates was sure to follow.

You’re brought back to the present moment as Shinso shakes his hand in front of your face, throwing you a quizzical look.

“Ah, sorry, I zoned out.”

He nods in understanding, before glancing behind you.

“Just thought I’d let you know; your classmates look like they want my head on a stick,” he says in a bored tone, eyes sliding back to you a moment later.

You make a noise at the back of your throat.

“Yeah,” you wince, “I noticed that. I didn’t want to mention it.”

He shrugs, standing up and offering you his hand.

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to sit, huh?”

You smile. Your classmates are outraged, seething as you accept his hand and sweep out of the cafeteria.

Thank goodness, you think, there were so many voices.

You only went to the cafeteria because Shinso liked the soba they served.

Honestly, braving the bustling centre felt like someone was hitting between your eyes with an ice-pick - pure torture.

The flood of thoughts fades as the two of you walk further from the main building, and your shoulders slump with relief.

If he notices, Shinso doesn’t comment. You’d thought originally that he was just extremely unobservant, but he really just didn’t think about or mention anything unless it raised any actual concern.

You’d realised that when you had accompanied him to a private training session with Aizawa, and you’d had a migraine from a long day of dealing with your classmates.

He only brought it up, openly thought about it when he saw how you grabbed at your head out of the corner of his eye.

Being with him was peaceful, you’d realised in that moment, because he had incredible control over his thoughts. That must have been because of his own predominantly mental quirk.

The thought made you happy, for some reason.

****

You liked when Mr Aizawa used his quirk on you.

The rest of your classmates hated it, and it really seemed to throw them off, but to you, it felt like sweet relief. It made everything quiet. Peaceful.

There were times where it threw you off, suddenly hearing nothing but radio silence, but after some adjustment, it was as if someone had released the pressure on your skull. Not that he, or anyone else knew.

Though, on some occasions, when he looked at you before you had time to mask the relief on your face, you saw the slight glimmer of something akin to realisation in his eyes. If he knew, he never brought it up.

It should’ve had you on edge - the fact that he might’ve known, but never said anything. But it didn’t. You didn’t know why.

If anyone were to discover your second quirk, you’d be in a world of trouble. Having an unregistered quirk, especially at your age, in UA of all places - it was unheard of.

It was criminal.

So you should’ve been terrified at the thought of someone finding out, knowing about your quirk.

But surely if he knew, he’d have brought it up by now?

“Quiet down class,” Aizawa demands flatly.

They don’t listen. Of course they don’t.

Their incessant chatter matches their constant barrage of thoughts, and it seems particularly noisy today. All their thoughts are focused on you, and it leaves a sharp throb in your temples.

Aizawa glares at them, eyes flashing crimson for a moment, and you feel all the tension melt away. You prepare yourself for the inevitable rush of returning voices, but it doesn’t come. Aizawa, for some reason, keeps his quirk activated, gaze roaming the class, lingering on you for a second too long before he looks away, brows furrowing as he blinks.

You mask your wince with an awkward cough, shifting in your seat. Now, most thoughts were centred around Aizawa and how scary he was.

The thought makes you laugh. They were so far off the mark, it was comical. Aizawa was like an overly concerned parent, thoughts constantly circling his students, how he could push them to be better. Honestly, it was quite heart warming, and the fact that his actions were so glaringly different to his thoughts made it ten times funnier.

Aizawa calls your name, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Sensei?”

“See me after class.”

Before you have a chance to delve into his mind to see what he was thinking, a barrage of thoughts hit you from all angles, your classmates wondering, like you, what this was all about.

You don’t give much thought to his request, too overwhelmed to try and sift through the turbulent sea of thoughts.

****

Aizawa schools his expression, staring down at you blankly.

“Well?”

You looked so young like this – wide eyed, trembling hands, pale, blanched face. You were panicked. He knew you were, but he made no move to ease your worries, waiting instead for confirmation.

“I– Sensei…”

He feels his brow twitch.

Not in annoyance. Not with you. Never you. You tended to tug at his heart strings, for reasons he didn’t fully understand.

Maybe because you were so young? You appeared younger still with that gleam of innocence in your eyes. Hero society was no place for someone like you - you were someone heroes should be protecting, rather than welcoming into their ranks.

“Answer the question.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow and turn your head to look out the window.

Were you thinking of a way to talk yourself out the situation? Were you trying to find a way to play off his discovery as nothing more than a funny happenstance? He didn’t doubt it.

“…yes.”

The word weighs heavily on you, shoulders sagging as you stand before him, curling in on yourself. His heart aches at the sight.

How overwhelming was it, to keep something like this to yourself? To live in fear of someone discovering your secret and hating you for it?

“And you’ve kept this to yourself for the past ten years? You’ve had no training or help whatsoever?”

You seem surprised at the shock colouring his tone, as if you’d expected him to be angry or fearful, rather than sympathetic. Again, he wondered how you’d dealt with this all alone for so long.

He sighs.

“You’re not in trouble. I’m not mad.”

He sees the tension melt from your posture in real time, as if someone had lifted an anvil off your shoulders.

“If you’d like, I can help you. We could do some training after classes; help you learn control? I can’t promise anything, but it might help.”

Of all the things Aizawa had expected to happen, you bursting into tears wasn’t one of them. Some long buried protective instinct rears it’s head at the sight of your red rimmed eyes as you try desperately to mop away the tears on your cheeks.

He awkwardly shifts from one foot to another, patting your shoulder in a pathetic attempt to comfort you.

“I’m really not in trouble? Y-You don’t hate me for listening in on your thoughts without permission?”

Again, that same painful clench in his heart.

“No, I don’t. Why would I hate you for something you can’t control? None of your classmates would either, I can promise you that.”

Aizawa spends the next twenty minutes clumsily comforting you, dismissing you as soon as your tears have stopped and he makes his way to the principal’s office a few minutes later. When he arrives, he’s immediately greeted by a very tense looking All Might and an oblivious, chattering Nezu.

He seats himself in the armchair next to Toshinori, posture sagging.

“You were right.”

Nezu cackles at that, hardly able to get a word in through his triumphant laughter. His reaction is in stark contrast to the other two men and their responses. The two share a tense, understanding look, glancing back at Nezu as he calms his laughter.

“Oh, this is most wonderful! I can’t wait to see what happens!”

Guilt eats away at Aizawa. He could only hope you wouldn’t hate him and Toshinori, or even your classmates for what they planned on doing.

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homos-in-training · 2 years

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Incorrect MHA-46 (DekusquadxReader)

Y/n: I've done a lot of dumb stuff

Todoroki: I've witnessed a lot of dumb stuff

Uraraka: I've recorded a lot of dumb stuff

Izuku: I've joined in on a lot of dumb stuff

Iida: I'VE TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING A LOT OF DUMB STUFF

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Can i have some Momo yayorouzu And tenya iida (separately) With A protective and Strong reader, like the reader can carry them On her shoulder i love ur writing Btw. take ur time❤️❤️

A/N: Yes!! My first ask for these two fine wines!! Thank you sm, stay well :].

Warnings: None!

Momo Yaoyorozu:

She finds you extremely attractive!!! She thinks you're so fucking cool!!

Momo has a hard time containing her blushing cheeks whenever you become protective over her, pulling her close to your form before kissing her.

She can't help but awe at your behavior.

But, she blushes even more, when you pick her up, throwing her over your shoulder like she's nothing; she literally squeals.

"Darling! Put—me down! Aren't I heavy? I might hurt you!"

Sadly, Momo tends to fear she'll hurt you whenever you carry her, which leads to the two of you bickering like old couples.

This means you're gonna have to yap at her till stop the negative thoughts; some ways might help with some insane cuddles and letting her feed you chocolate.

Tenya Iida:

Iida is quite embarrassed by the fact you can pick him up. Doesn't mean he loves it, he just isn't used to it!

Whenever you tend to casually walk over, willing to hold him over your shoulder (or over your head)... he gets so embarrassed; face all red while covering his face.

At most, his glasses are fogged, and his laugh quite loud.

"Honey! Please... please put me down. People may see us. I don't wanna cause a scene."

However, when you do become protective over him, connecting hands in his and getting closer to his form out in public; it makes him smile gently.

He appreciates it but you do know he'll never leave you... right?

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 10 months

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hello! hope you’re having a good day so far <3 i was wondering if i could have some headcanons of any of the class 1-a students (feel free to pick the ones you wanna write for in case you don’t want to write for the entire class!) reacting to the fem! reader (their crush) gaining small crushes on random people in public or online? for example, she’ll be at a store and if she comes across a cashier she thinks is cute, she’ll text her friends something like “GUYS OMG. I GOT MY STUFF CHECKED OUT BY A CUTE CASHIER. I’M DOWN SO BAD FOR THEM AND IT’S NOT EVEN LIKE I HAVE A CHANCE 😭” or maybe she’ll come across a cute cosplayer cosplaying her favorite anime character on social media and send a link to her friends like “HOLY SHIT LOOK HOW HOT THIS COSPLAYER IS JJAJAJSJSJ”. how jealous would the students be? hehe 😉 tysm! 💕

(OH MY GOD IM SORRY FOR TAKING A LONG TIME TO MAKE THIS!! MY DUMBASS KEPT PROCRASTINATING BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!)

1A with a FEM! Reader that Gets Small Crushes Easily

(Characters Included- Mina, Kirishima, Iida, Denki, Tokoyami, and Tsuyu)

(Warning: Jealousy)

Mina Ashido

- Mina would probably get a little jealous, but she would still be super excited about your small crush.

- She will ask LOTS and LOTS of questions and will DEMAND answers from you. “What did they look like?!”,“How cute are they?!”, “Are they super hot?!”

- If you saw a hot cashier she will ask what store they work at so that she can see for herself.

- Would be extremely happy for you but would still be a bit sad obviously because you’re her crush.

Eijiro Kirishima

- Like Mina, he would be a little jealous. When you’re talking about your crush, if he gets jealous at the person who you’re talking about he would be disappointed in himself because he thinks it’s not very manly to be jealous of others.

- He would go to the Bakusquad to cheer him up.

- Bakugou and Mina are the main ones that help him, even though Bakugou is angry all the time he still cares for his friends.

Tenya Iida

- At first he would be very confused at the feeling of jealousy. He will sit on his bed, thinking about this feeling.

- Eventually he will go to the Dekusquad and ask for some advice. Or he might ask his brother.

- He doesn’t like the feeling of jealousy so when he can he’ll go and train to distract himself.

Denki Kaminari

- Very similar to Mina.

- If you are talking about a girl crush you have he will ask TONS of questions. He wants to see pictures of the girl you have a crush on.

- Even though he’s a little sad, he will still hype you up and encourage you to talk to them the next time you run into them.

Fumikage Tokoyami

- He would act like he doesn’t care, but he does a TINY bit.

- Probably would listen to “Brutal” by Olivia Rodrigo because of this situation.

- He won’t get that jealous because he knows that there’s plenty of fish in the sea.

- When you are talking about your crush dark shadow will come out and say “OOOO YOU HAVE A CRUSH!~ WHO’S THE LUCKY PERSON!” Meanwhile Tokoyami is yelling at him.

Tsuyu Asui

- She wouldn’t be necessarily jealous but instead she would be sad. You would never know that she’s sad on the inside every time you talk about your crush.

- BUT she is happy for you and is willing to listen to all your rants about how it should be illegal to be that hot/cute.

- She knows that it’s most likely just a small crush and nothing major will happen.

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tatortotqueen · 2 years

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𝐁𝐇𝐍𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐟𝐭. 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨, 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 (*𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝟕𝟗𝟗-𝟕𝟐𝟑𝟑* 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔.𝐒. 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮:

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊ç𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙱��𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢:

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐. 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢.

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𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 ��𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

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𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍-𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚡. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 "𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙". 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

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𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖è𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍,𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞,𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚:

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜. 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 "𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛". 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜.

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨:

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏. 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚝, 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢:

𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒'𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢:

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 "𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍" 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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Tenya Iida X Shy Female Reader

You were three seconds from slamming your head against the desk. Repeatedly. The only force of nature that prevented you from doing just that was that you didn’t want Iida to start yelling at you in his weird concerned robotic way. That would be very embarrassing, and you weren’t sure if your heart can take that right now. Not when you were focused on Aizawa. Hell no.

“Use the rest of the time as a study period. When the bell rings you are dismissed. Do not wake me up.” With that said he crawled back into his yellow sleeping bag covering everything except his mouth. He reminded you of a caterpillar but, you kept those thoughts to yourself for now until you got around to telling Eri about your new discovery.

“Hey, L/N-chan can you help me with English pleeeeeaaassseeeee.” You turned to look at Kaminari who was begging you with big glossy eyes and honestly it was your weakness. Who were you to deny him right?

“O-of c-course, Kaminari-kun.” He beamed at you moving his desk over to yours and placing the papers across yours.

“It’s not good to always beg. L/N-chan has her own work to do and she cannot cater to your every whim.” You both turned surprised to look at Iida. He was naturally loud without trying but, this even surprised you.

“It’s o-okay Iida-k-kun. I don’t mind helping h-him out a-and besides English is e-easy for me.” You hoped that was enough to placate him. He stared at the two of you for a few more seconds before he turned completely and began to discuss with Deku and Ochako. You shrugged your shoulders turning back to Kaminari and spending the last twenty minutes of class helping him with his English. The bell rang and after hugging you turning you red in the face he went to his group of friends. You packed up your stuff waiting for your friends aka the Deku-squad. Once they were ready you walked in front with Ochako and Deku listening to them with Iida, Todoroki, and Tsu in the back. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying cause if you did you would have fainted.

“When are you going to tell her?” Iida almost choked on his water when Todoroki asked him that

“Why would I tell her?” This was absurd! There was no way he was going to express his feelings for you. No way, no way. You were already jittery around him and he doubted very seriously that you liked him that way.

“Because you have a crush on her, and I am pretty sure that she likes you back.” Now he loved Tsuyu he really did but, right now? She was talking out of her ass. Not that he was going to explicitly say it like that now.

“How can you be sure that she likes me back? For all you know she likes Kaminari.” That earned a facepalm from her and a snort from Todoroki. He felt offended that they found what he thought amusing “What’s so funny?”

“Kaminari is gay for Sero.” He halted in his tracks for a second before resuming his walk. Since when was he gay? Are they telling him the truth? He squinted at Todoroki just to make sure he wasn’t joking or playing around with this and when he didn’t get that vibe, he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“I was not even aware that he was gay. At least I know that I don’t have to worry about him, right?” He wasn’t one to get all frazzled over feelings and girls but, you were the first girl he ever had a crush on. It was weird for him to even look at a girl like that, hell he never thought he would find one considering how weird he was.

“No, you don’t all you have to work on is actually talking to the girl and possibly asking her out.” That’s when rational left his brain and it took all his willpower not to shriek in the middle of the hallway. Why was it taking so long to get to the lunchroom anyway?

“Talking I can do, but actually asking her out? You must want me to make a fool of myself.” He was not confident in that department and they wanted him to ask you out. The robot of the class? Mr. stick up his ass? Right.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit Tenya-kun. You’re smart and you’re really kind.” He just looked at her cause clearly Tsu saw something in him that he didn’t.

“She’s telling the truth. All you can do is try. I doubt nothing bad is going to happen but, in case it does you got us to cheer you up.” He frowned at what Shoto said but then again at the same time it was the truth. There were only two directions this was going to go in and only one way to find out.

“Fine but if shit hits the fan, I want three gallons of orange juice.” That earned a chuckle which was more than enough to calm his rattled nerves. With determination and purpose, he marched on ahead straight to the lunch line. You were standing directly in front of him close enough that he can smell your vanilla honey perfume and your fruity shampoo. Honestly, you smelled like a fruit cocktail and he beat down the urge to run his hand through your hair.

“Iida-kun, do you mind sitting next to L/N-chan today? I have to work on something with Deku.” You and he both froze looking at each other before looking back at Ochako who had a glint in her eye but, waited patiently for him to answer.

“As long as L/N-chan doesn’t mind.” He looked down at you while you were stuck between fainting, melting, or beating Ochako to a pulp. You decided to do none of the above and with a red face turned to Iida

“I don’t m-m-mind.” Curse your stutter, curse your crush, and curse Ochako. Maybe you should study witchcraft to cast a spell on her or make a voodoo doll. Both sounded appealing to you. After you got your lunch all split up and you were now sitting at a table alone with Iida. He sat across from you stiffly and the air was now awkward. At least to you, it was maybe he felt fine

“I’m sorry if this sudden arrangement made you uncomfortable.” You looked up at him confused as to why he would think that. Maybe it was just you making everything awkward?

“N-no! It’s fine really. I like t-talking with you. You’re r-really sweet and smart and so s-strong.” You were rambling at this point but, you couldn’t stop so you kept it going no matter how embarrassed you were feeling now. You stopped and saw his face matched yours as he coughed into his fist.

“W-well it’s a good thing the feeling is mutual.” He was looking off to the side and just as you were about to respond he beat you to it “I like you a lot L/N-Chan. Todoroki convinced me to tell you my feelings. If you like me the same way you can g-grab my hand or if you don’t I can just l-leave.” Usually, he was classy but, he was stuttering and looked like he was ready to bolt now. Before he got any ideas you grabbed his hand and he looked at you in surprise. You gave him a tentative smile squeezing his hand before looking back down at your lunch. He was stiff at first but let out a huff squeezing your hand in return. That’s how the two of you spent the rest of the lunch period. Talking softly here and there while still holding each other’s hands.

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Iida is awkward and you cannot tell me otherwise

#shy reader #shy female reader #anime #manga #mha #bnha #fanfic #quotev #fanfiction #iida x you #tenya iida #tenya iida x reader #fluff #one shot

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mochii-writes · 2 years

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Nsfw Knight!Iida Headcanons

a/n: let’s pretend I didn’t write a whole ass story for the anon request when all they wanted was headcanons.

tw: Dom/Sub concept, edge play, breath play, impact play, exhibitionism, degrading, praise, pet names

Your personal knight

Always giving you flowers from the local garden

Loves to tease you when you two are alone, whispering to you about how badly he wants to fill you up and how he loves how wet you get for him

Def the dominant in the messy relationship you two have

Loves the thought of getting caught, so he def does some risky things

Like on your daily strolls in the back garden, he’ll have you pinned against a shady tree, your hands resting against the dark bark

He’ll have one hand wrapped around your throat and the other gripping at the fat of your hips, pressing himself into you

“We have to be quiet, princess, we don’t want the king and queen finding us like this, right?”

He’ll ruffle up your dress so your bare ass is exposed to him, giving it a few hard slaps, loving the way you tried to hold back your moans

He’ll run his fingers along your slit, playing with the slick until your grinding yourself on his fingers

He may not show it, but he def feels a certain type of way when any other knight(s) has to escort you around the castle or village

Makes sure on the days he’s not by your side, that he leaves tons of bruises and bite makes on the areas no one but him sees the night before

He’s always being so obedient with you, doing whatever you ask him for

You want some bread from the local bakery? He’ll go with you and pay for it

You ask for him to fetch you something all the way on the other side of the castle, he’ll do it without question

You tell him you want to feel his tongue in you? Hes on his knees, helmet off, and tongue fucking you just like you wanted

“You taste so good, princess.” He’ll mumble out while his face is buried between your thighs. “I’m the only one ever allowed to touch like this, you understand?”

Loves to be in control when it comes to sex

Being sassy and bratty to him one day? You bet your ass he’s gonna leave your ass bruised that night

Being too loud while he’s balls deep in you? He’ll just cover your mouth, maybe even your nose, and tell you to shut up

Sometimes he likes to be in his armor while fucking you, keeping his helmet on, knowing you love that little risk of it possibly not being him

Loves to praise you when you’re obedient but def enjoys degrading you when you’ve been a spoiled brat

Screams big dig energy, has big dick energy

Loves to please you rather than getting pleased himself

However, he definitely won’t tell you no if you wanna choke on his cock

Def grabs a fistful of your hair to push you down on him, enjoying the way you gag on his cock

On the days he feels extra dominant and filled with jealousy he won’t stop using your mouth like his personal toy until there’s tears rolling down your cheeks

However, on a good day, he loves when you go down on him slowly

“That’s it, princess,” he’ll moan out. “You’re doing such a good job.” He’ll praise.

He’ll have one hand on your head and the other on your cheek, caressing them gently with his thumb as he praises you

“You take me so well, y/n. I can’t wait to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

#mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x y/n #mha x female reader #mha iida #iida tenya #iida x reader #iida x y/n #iida smut #tenya iida #tenya iida x reader #anon request #anon reply #mochiwrites

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝙄𝙄𝘿𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎.

you can find bakugou’s and shouto’s parts here !!

final installment of a anon submitted request, although dis is a bit short because my brain went a little doodooballs >:(

submitted request ;; can i get some headcanons with iida, todoroki, and bakugo? im a lonely bitch

warnings ;; aged up pro hero iida really.

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗜𝗜𝗗𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

RESERVED AND HESITANT IN THE BEGINNING ;;

Similar to Shouto, I feel Iida is quite hesitant when showing affection in the initial stages of a budding relationship, although not for the same reasons. It’s not out of fear of rejection, but rather the embarrassment of making a fool of himself in front of you, and overthinking the ‘what if’s’ if he isn’t picking up on potential cues - almost trying to impress you more than he really needs to - you’re getting to know him, for him only, not this other, well-put together persona of perfection.

That being said too, I think because of the constant pressures of being looked up, for guidance or general mundane things (he is definitely more than capable of handling it), and almost in a way afraid of failing - specifically setting these perfectionist standards for himself. If he isn’t to his best abilities, what use is he? And, this ties in somewhat with a potential belief/need even, to be ‘perfect’ in a relationship.

To have everything together; but of course, to be in a relationship, you don’t have everything sorted out and flowing smoothly, and it’s quite a struggle initially for him to grasp that concept. Although, over time and throughout the years, I feel he’d slowly learn to come to terms with it, that failure is okay.

VERY TRADITIONAL IN THE PROCESS OF COURTING ;;

Similarly again to Shouto, I feel Iida is quite, conservative, in regards of the dating process and getting to know someone, playing upon the role of the person who pays for dates, events (occasionally splitting the bill, but mainly, he wants to make sure he can provide for you) etc, regardless of gender roles. He has a big thing for taking care of his partner - or otherwise known as acts of service - and who better of a choice than him? You’re going to get the best of him, and he’ll deliver on that promise.

PATIENT AND OBJECTIVE ;;

Again, I feel in terms of listening and communication, he does his best to maintain a neutral stance, in order to gather the proper information together before making a judgement. And, that being said, with this mindset - I definitely think it allows him a stronger level of understanding behind a person’s motives, for better or for worse.

That’s not to say he’d excuse them entirely of their actions, but it would allow him to rationalise it almost.

In regards to relationships and communication, outside of a, let’s say, workplace setting - he’d be more silent, tying in with his love language of acts of service, he’s one for quality time. No distractions of outside noise, or conversations (although I believe he loves a theoretical debate 100%), and instead, embraces the peace and quiet of home domesticity. It’s a brilliant trait to have, and it would allow him to enjoy the time spent together with you, without being occupied/worried about other ongoing situations.

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faulty-writes · 5 months

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I love your work so much! The way you write headcanons is honestly the best I’ve seen on tumblr lol

Would you be able to write headcanons of Iida, Midoriya, and Bakugo with a nervous and introverted GN Reader who’s a foreign exchange student struggling to learn and speak Japanese properly, like to the point they have to constantly repeat themselves thousands of times slowly for anyone to understand and wanting to learn more? Reader’s got the basics down obviously but ya know, they’ve gotta expand their knowledge on bigger more complex words, slang, etc. Maybe add in a sprinkle of reader being shamed by their peers for their lack of knowledge on Japanese.

[ Thank you so much for being a fan of my work. Truth be told, I'm not even sure if I write headcanons the "correct" way, but who cares! If it works, it works, right? Anywho, I enjoy this idea very much. Learning a new language is hard. Although I always joke I speak three languages which are Swearing, Sarcasm, and English. Notice how English is the last one, haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ]

It wasn't easy being a foreign exchange student, but as an inspiring hero in the making, you wanted to enroll in one of the best hero training schools and that was none other than Yuuei High. There was a small problem though, you were nervous and a little anti-social, introverted as some may say, and this made communicating that much more difficult.

You were learning Japanese slowly, and as such, you struggled to engage in conversation with others who often snubbed you. Until you met Tenya who initially noticed your struggle with comprehending his language. "Pardon, perhaps I could be of assistance?" He patiently encouraged you to practice pronunciation and grammar. He even went as far as to tutor you and provide you with structured lessons and resources.

He remained gentle and encouraging through your struggles with learning Japanese and offered kind words and praise for the progress you have made. You appreciated the comforting environment he provided and felt as though you could speak to him without fear of judgment.

"Perhaps these will assist you in your attempts at learning various Japanese slang terms, and such," he suggested, placing various books in front of you. While somewhat overwhelming, Tenya suggested that learning the slang terms might help ease your anxiety. He also continued to ensure that making mistakes is essential to the learning process.

While most were respectful of your learning process, there were a few select students who chose to shame you or insult you whenever you attempted to engage in conversation. Tenya, however, was quick to intervene and address the issue firmly as was his duty as Class President and often lectured them on the importance of empathy, understanding, and respecting you as a foreign exchange student.

Tenya continued to celebrate your achievements, especially when he noticed your confidence in the Japanese language rising. "I am quite proud of the resilience and persistence you displayed in overcoming the linguistic barriers you've faced!" Of course, you knew you wouldn't have accomplished what you did without his support and guidance, and hoped he would always be your friend.

Izuku immediately notices your struggles with speaking Japanese, but being the person that he is, tries to approach to help. Although his shyness got the best of him and despite patiently listening and trying to make sense of your words, his face burns red the entire time.

"I c-could try to h-help you...if you w-want, I mean...I've never tutored a-anyone before but um..." He knows that learning a new language takes time and patience, both qualities he possessed and as an aspiring hero, he couldn't just abandon someone he knew needed help.

Since English was one of the courses provided at Yuuei, Izuku decided to make his self-initiated tutoring sessions with you more fair by allowing you to teach him some phrases either in your native tongue or English in hopes that it would provide a supporting and engaging atmosphere and show you that you were not the only one struggling with a foreign language.

Although Izuku had the fierce heart of a hero, he normally avoided starting conflicts with other students, but this went out the door when he witnessed others shaming you for your language struggles. "H-hey! S-stop that, they're still l-learning and..." He'd try to keep a stern demeanor, and while he knew that defending you was the right thing to do, usually he'd drag you away before things escalated.

On more than one occasion, Izuku would stay up with you, engaging in late-night and casual conversation in Japanese to help improve your conversational and social skills. Uraraka and Tenya would always volunteer to help as well and provide pointers to you if needed.

"I m-mean even All Might, v-visited the U-United States and he k-knows some foreign l-language skills so I thought maybe...t-this would help you too." He thought incorporating hero-related terms into your lessons would help give your language goals a more heroic feeling thus giving you the motivation to conquer them.

A growl rumbled in his throat. "Shut the hell up already!" He snapped, making you stumble away from him. He hated it when you constantly repeated yourself. Hell, even he could admit he wasn't the most patient individual, and hearing you repeat word after word, phrase after phrase was irritating.

Despite his annoyance, and the fact that he was one of the few that tended to put you down because of the language barrier between you and him. He wasn't so ignorant as to ignore the determination and effort you put into learning Japanese and frankly, he was kind of impressed. Of course, he'd never admit that.

"That's not how you say that dumbass!" He snapped one day after hearing you, yet again, struggle with a certain phrase when engaging in conversation with someone else and he wasn't hesitant about correcting you as well as listing off other phrases he knew you had trouble with, unintentionally becoming your personal tutor in the process.

You had a lot of textbooks and practice books regarding the Japanese language and when Katsuki looked at them, he was severely disappointed. The books in question were too proper and lacked useful slang that permeated the Japanese language or at least how he spoke it. So, he took the time to teach you said slang terms, but you weren't too sure you'd make use of them.

"Soooo Baku bro! I heard you're giving Y/n language lessons!" Eijirou exclaimed one day, making Katsuki growl in response. "Yeah, what's it like teaching a foreigner anyway?" Kaminari chirped in, not realizing how insensitive he sounded. "Shut the hell up dumbasses!" Katsuki snapped. "That...idiot is putting in more effort than either of you with your damn schoolwork!" Hell, he should know. He had tutored them on occasion as well.

Although you assumed you wouldn't use the slang terms Katsuki taught you, there came a day when you found yourself in an argument with another hero student who happened to be using some foul terms to describe you and your home country. You ended up using every slang term Katsuki had taught you in response and when he learned about this, he felt oddly proud of you.

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kimkaelyn · 24 days

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Ditto [s. todoroki]

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒, 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒, 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒, 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉, 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀, 𝑜𝒽 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑜 — 𝒟𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑜, 𝒩𝑒𝓌𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈

→ summary: when you transferred to U.A., you didn't anticipate slipping on a pair of chopsticks in the middle of the crowded cafeteria during your first week. however, what was more surprising was the unexpected fall for the boy who gracefully caught you.

→ pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

→ genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers

→ word count: 13.1k

→ warnings & tags: sfw, female pronouns are used, usage of y/n l/n, Class 1-A are now third-year students aka 18+, swearing, the usual U.A. chaos, reader has a Quirk, misunderstandings, some training violence, minor injuries, mentions and discussions of insecurities, aizawa briefly belittles the reader as a form of motivation, beginnings of a panic attack but it's cut short, there is one instance of the reader appearing to be ‘flushed’ in regards to a fever, since this is my first bnha fic some characters might be ooc? | please kindly let me know if I missed any tags!

→ author's note: AHHHH HERE IT IS! I've been working on this for almost a year now and I am so excited to finally share it with all of you. Honestly, I didn't think I would ever finish this story, but I kept slowly chipping away at it thanks in part to the encouragement from @andypantsx3, @missrosegold, and @getstarried. Special thanks to @pikatsum for beta-reading this for me! Thank you girls. This is for you🫶🏻

The cafeteria at U.A. High School was a pretty chaotic environment, you quickly learned within your first week after transferring from another Hero Course in the countryside. There were multiple things that could and would happen after the famous students had gotten some much-needed nutrients in their systems.

It was only three days into the school year and nothing had happened just yet, but in the U.A. world, that something was overdue.

The first chaotic event of the year that everyone had been anxiously—or in some cases, excitingly—waiting for happened on Thursday.

The day started off average; you got to school with three minutes to spare, which was a new record, but you had forgotten your pencil pouch in your dorm room, so you had to borrow some pencils from a girl who sat in front of you; Mina Ashido.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you took the pastel pink utensil from her. There was even a cute little fluffy puffball at the end in exchange for an eraser. Good thing you had an eraser in your bag.

“No problem! I gotcha!” She physically lit up and gave you a bright smile before turning back to focus on the blackboard.

You somehow managed to get through your morning classes running on the four hours of sleep you got the night before. You were cutting it quite close to passing out at your desk during calculus class, but you were saved by the lunch bell.

As soon as you stepped foot into the hallway, you were wrapped up in the faint, delicious scent of your favorite food coming from the cafeteria. Your mouth instantly watered, and you made a mad dash for the source of the delicious scent.

“Hey!” a sharp voice made you freeze in your steps. You glanced over your shoulder to find Tenya Iida, Class 3-A’s representative, glaring at you. The light reflecting off his glasses made him appear more threatening than he really was, but regardless, you still found yourself shying away from his harsh glare and rapid-moving hands. As they passed by, some students gave you apologetic smiles while others were not shy about openly staring at the scene before them, wondering what you possibly could have done to induce the wrath of the student representative. “There is to be no running in the halls!” You cowered some more at his brisk and overly formal tone.

Geez, what a stuck-up, you thought to yourself.

“My apologies, Iida.” You respond with a bow. He accepted your apology with a curt nod before he continued on his way to the cafeteria.

You waited for him to pass before rising from your bow. “Wow, he makes it feel like I broke the law or something.” You mused aloud.

“Don’t take it personally,” a comforting voice said from behind you. You turned to find Momo Yaoyorozu, Ochako Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui standing before you. Ochako gave you a slight wave in greeting. “Iida can be quite demanding,” Yaoyorozu reassured you.

“Thank you.”

Tsuyu regarded you with gentle onyx eyes. “It’s L/N, right?”

You smiled, happy that she remembered your name from roll call. “Y-yeah! I’m Y/N L/N.” You introduced yourself. “I, um, already know who you guys are.” You suddenly felt shy, and you bashfully rubbed the back of your neck out of nervous habit.

Before your transfer was finalized, you did extensive research into your future school’s history and future classmates. Thankfully—or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it—a lot of information is public knowledge; the various attacks on the school in the year leading up to and the conclusion of the War between the Paranormal Liberation Front and the Heroes, not to mention the various televised sports festivals, and the fact that the members of Class 1-A are practically household names even before their graduation.

The girls invited you to sit with them in the cafeteria. You had been keeping to yourself the first few days of school, choosing to observe from afar the already established social circles and friend groups. You had waited for an invitation to join one of said groups, and here was your opportunity.

The four of you made small talk as you made your way through the lunch line and to the table. Right away, Asui told you to call her by her given name. You told them about your life growing up in the countryside—with you and Uraraka bonding over your shared reason for becoming Pro Heroes—about the friends you had, embarrassingly funny stories from your junior high days, and eventually what led you to transfer to U.A.

“Well, this is the best Hero Course in the country!” you all laughed. “But to be frank, the only teacher at my old academy who could handle my Quirk retired, and none of the other academies within the prefecture had the resources to help me advance. Plus, my mentor is an U.A. alumnus, so naturally, the only other choice was U.A.”

Yaoyorozu hummed. “It is a shame about your mentor retiring, but that is what led you to transfer to U.A., and for that, I am grateful.” The class vice representative regarded you kindly. “I am a firm believer of things happening for a reason, and your transfer doesn’t change that.”

Uraraka nodded her agreement. “Momo’s right. U.A. is a place where anybody can make a difference, and I think you will find success here.”

You were rendered speechless. The tips of your ears turned red as your classmates regarded you with so much hope and sincerity in their eyes. “Uh . . . I,” you bashfully scratched the back of your head. Not knowing how to respond, you instead reached for the small bottle of milk on your lunch tray and brought it to your lips.

However, before you could take a sip, a BOOM erupted from the front of the cafeteria, accompanied by a gruff voice yelling, “Don’t walk in front of me, Icy-Hot!” You reflexively jolted at the loud noises and lost your grip on the glass, spilling the half-full bottle all over the front of your uniform.

“Shit,” you exclaimed as you instinctually rose from your seat, only to quickly sit down again when the liquid started to fall to the floor. The girls gasped and were quick to hand you all the napkins in the vicinity.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Asui asked as she watched you pat down your sodden skirt.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You waved off her concern as you continued to wipe away the remaining liquid. The napkins managed to soak up most of it, but your skirt was still damp. If you didn’t change skirts, you were going to smell of milk for the rest of the day, and you didn’t want to start off the school year with a reputation for smelling vile. “I’m going to go back to the dorm really quickly and change into a clean uniform. Please let Mr. Snipe know that I will be late for class.”

“Do you want us to accompany you?” Yaoyorozu asked. She began to rise from her seat, but you stopped her.

“No, no. I’m okay, really.” You gave her what you hoped to be a reassuring grin instead of a grimace. “Thank you for offering, Yaoyorozu, but I’ll be fine.” Before your classmates could respond, you stood from the table and made your way to the exit.

Great, this is just great, you thought as you walked, not really paying attention to where you were going. As soon as I make some friends, I make a fool of myself.

Unbeknownst to you, there was an obstacle in the aisle directly ahead. You were too distracted by your growing inner turmoil to notice the pair of metal chopsticks lying on the ground before you until your foot made contact and slipped out from under you.

It all happened so fast that you couldn’t even react.

Time froze as you became weightless, and you felt your body become briefly suspended in the air. Before you could react and rotate your body to prevent yourself from violently banging your head on the tiled floor, gravity took hold and yanked you back down toward the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness your classmates’ reactions to your misfortune.

Great, now I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of the entire school. Fuck you, chopsticks.

You prepared yourself for the pain of hitting the hard floor but were shocked when you were suddenly wrapped in a chilled warmth. You did slam into a hard surface, but this didn’t feel like the cold tile you expected.

“Are you all right?” a voice asked from above. You opened your eyes, only to find yourself captivated by a beautiful graphite and turquoise gaze. Your mouth opened to respond to the inquiry, but you couldn’t speak. This strange yet calming gaze hypnotized you, causing the rest of the world to fade into a buzzing silence. You watched as the perfect eyebrows of the owner of those magical eyes furrowed downward at your prolonged silence, the action momentarily drawing your attention.

With your attention span no longer zeroed in on the heterochromatic gaze, the world around you suddenly slammed back into your senses at full force. The volume of your fellow classmates’ conversations was deafening at first, but your ears grew accustomed once again to zone them out and focus on the person before you.

It took about thirty seconds for the entirety of your current predicament to register within your brain.

You were hanging about ten centimeters off the ground. The only thing keeping you upright and injury-free was Shouto Todoroki’s firm grip on your wrist.

“Um, hello?” the dual-haired teenager once again drew your attention to him. His grip slightly tightened before he tugged you up onto your feet.

“I think you broke her, Icy-Hot.” A rough voice drawled from your peripheral.

The intrusion of the other voice is what finally brought you out of your stunned silence. “No, I’m okay. Not broken.”

“Did you hit your head?” Todoroki inquired. He steadied you on your feet but didn’t release your wrist from his hold. Katsuki Bakugou was standing off to the side, trying to appear like he wasn’t involved with either one of you.

“I-I don’t think so.” As you reached down to brush yourself off, you caught a whiff of the unflattering scent of old milk emitting from your clothes. You held back your gag and turned to face Todoroki and Bakugou. “I’m sorry to rush, but I really do need to go.” You gave a quick bow. “Thank you for catching me, Todoroki. Bye!”

The two boys watched you sprint away like a bat out of hell. “T’fuck is her problem,” Bakugou muttered. “Fuckin’ extra makin’ me late for lunch.”

Todoroki didn’t respond to his classmate’s remarks. His lips pursed together as he watched you nearly run into a couple of first years before you disappeared around a corner, out of sight.

“Don’ even think ‘bout it, Icy-Hot.” Bakugou drawled from beside him. Todoroki cocked an eyebrow, the only sign of emotion on his otherwise indifferent expression. “Gettin’ involved with ‘hat extra will ruin your precious bloodline.”

You tried to forget about the cafeteria incident, but the embarrassing ordeal refused to secede from the forefront of your mind. As you lay in bed that night, your thoughts ran a hundred kilometers a minute, antagonizing and overanalyzing every second of what had happened.

As the night dragged on, your thoughts shifted from the overall event to one single individual: Shouto Todoroki. You knew who he was, of course. You didn’t grow up underneath a rock. Yet, you weren’t prepared for how much more handsome he was in person than on the news or in photos.

You overanalyzed everything he did in the brief two minutes you were blessed to be in his company, every word he said, and every brief flash of emotion that showed in his heterochromatic eyes. Todoroki had tried to approach you after training in Ground Beta once you had returned from the dorms, but you avoided him, not wanting to face him again so soon after the embarrassing first meeting.

By Sunday, you had begun to forget about your embarrassing cafeteria incident. Your newfound friends didn’t bring up the spilled milk, and thankfully, they didn’t see you slip on the chopsticks and fall into Shouto Todoroki’s muscular arms. You breathed a sigh of relief when you found out that last part. You didn’t want them to think you were a total klutz.

Todoroki may think otherwise.

As you were rounding the corner to walk back up the stairs to head back to your dorm room, Todoroki happened to be walking down. You both turned at the same time and walked straight into each other.

He wasn’t fazed by the sudden collision; however, you were taken completely off guard. No matter how strong you may be, suddenly walking into about a hundred kilos of pure muscle would make anyone stumble. While he remained steadily standing, you, on the other hand, fell back onto your ass.

It took about three seconds for the two of you to comprehend what the hell had just happened. You groaned out when pain flashed across your backside.

“My apologies, I did not see you.” Todoroki said as he offered you a hand. You begrudgingly accepted his assistance, face heating as your super handsome classmate helped you to your feet for the second time in a week.

“Thank you,” you bowed your head to him. You brushed away some dust from your sweatpants, finding yourself too shy to look back up.

You felt a firm, yet gentle hand land on your shoulder. You jerked your head upwards to meet Todoroki’s captivating gaze. “Are you injured?” His heterochromatic eyes searched you for any injury, and they glimmered with relief when he found none.

“No, I’m okay,” you reassured the male. “I may be a little bruised in the morning, but I will be fine.” Not to mention my bruised ego.

Todoroki hummed in acknowledgment, his hand still resting on your shoulder. His eyes were hyper-fixated on you, leaving you to feel bare under his intense gaze.

You shifted your weight back and forth as the silence between you dragged on for a couple more seconds. “Um, I—” You cleared your throat. “I should be on my way now. Got things to study, you know.” You told him with an awkward laugh.

You moved to step around him when it became obvious he wasn’t going to move. Your movements are what must have shaken him out of his stupor, with him bashfully stepping to the side to allow you access to the stairway.

“Right.” He said as you walked by. “Take care, Y/N.” You startled at his sudden usage of your given name, but nevertheless, you felt oddly relieved. You smiled shyly and bid him goodbye. Nothing else was said between the two of you, but you felt his eyes on you as you walked up the stairs.

I hope he likes cinnamon; you thought as you peered into the oven.

To be fair, you should have considered that before laboring for over two hours making kinako cinnamon cookies from scratch—which absolutely failed. Therefore, as a last resort, you were forced to run to the store and buy a box mix.

The he in question?

Shouto Todoroki.

It had been several days since your embarrassing first interaction with the dual-haired male and forty-five hours since your second, literal, run-in—not that you were keeping track, of course.

You wanted to do something nice for him as a way to apologize for your newfound clumsiness and thank him for his assistance in both instances. Your calligraphy skills were not . . . up to par, so to say, by any means, so a handmade thank-you card was off the table, and you highly doubt Todoroki was a flower guy. Not to mention his affluent background, so buying him a gift or offering to take him out to dinner was null—and way too straightforward for two people who were barely even acquaintances.

Therefore, you were left with only one option: homemade cookies.

Besides, all the old aunties back home always said the quickest way to win anyone over was through food.

“Ooooh, something smells amazing!” someone exclaimed from the stairway. Smiling slyly to yourself, you turned away from the oven to the new arrival.

You hadn’t interacted much with Rikido Sato save for the casual good morning greetings and thanking him for the delicious red velvet cupcake he baked for you as a welcoming gift to U.A.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning at the male.

The combined low mutterings of more approaching classmates brought your and Sato’s attention to the doorway where Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Hanta Sero were entering the dorm.

“Woah something smells fantastic!” Kaminari said, gazing into the kitchen in hopes of spotting the source of the delicious scent.

“Yeah, it does!” Kirishima agreed.

“Oh my gosh, what is it?” Ashido asked as she walked over. Her eyes lit up when she spotted you. “L/N! Did you make something?”

“I did.” You confirmed with a slight nod. “I’m making kinako cinnamon cookies.”

“Oooooh, yummy!” the pinkette exclaimed as she bounced over to peer into the oven. Your other classmates quickly joined her, all of them staring into the soft, golden light of the oven with stars in their eyes.

“They look so good!” Kaminari was practically drooling at the tawny treats. At that moment, the timer went off with a soft ting! You politely shooed your classmates back as you pulled a hand towel over your hands.

“Step back, everyone,” you warned as you opened the oven door. “They’re going to be hot.” You carefully reached in and grabbed the cooking tray, cautiously sliding it off the rack and fully into your cloth-covered hands. Despite taking precautions, you hissed as the hot aluminum seeped through the towel and made contact with your flesh. As quickly as you could without dropping the pan of cookies, you turned and set it down on the kitchen island.

“These look delicious!”

“Woah, man, they look amazing!”

“I bet they taste as scrumptious as they lo—”

You zoned out the boys’ compliments as you moved to the sink and turned on the tap.

“L/N, are you okay?” Ashido asked as she followed you. Her question caught the other's attention, and they, too, turned to watch you quizzingly.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Your response ended with a wince as your skin made contact with the cool water.

“Here, let me see,” Ashido gestured to your hand. With your permission, she took your wrist with gentle fingers and held it up for you both to inspect. Your skin was reddened slightly, but it wasn’t anything serious. You let out a sigh of relief. “It’s not serious, thankfully, but we should still put some burn cream on it just in case,” Ashido advised as she turned off the tap.

You nodded your head again and followed the pink-haired girl as she went to retrieve the first-aid kit. Before you walked too far from the kitchen, you shouted over your shoulder to your classmates, “Please don’t eat the cookies, boys! They are still hot and are for someone special!”

There was a noticeable delay in response to your warning. After a pregnant pause, there was a muffled, “okamph!” in response. You were about to turn around and make sure that they weren’t eating your treats, but Ashido calling your name changed your plans.

“Let’s fix you up, yeah?” She said as you both entered the girls' bathroom. Ashido gestured for you to sit on the counter while she dug through the first-aid kit for burn cream.

“Thank you, Ashido,” you said a few moments later as she lightly applied the cream to the worst of the reddening. Your skin wasn’t blistering, which was a good sign, but it was beginning to ache.

“No problem,” she replied. She began to gently rub the cream into your skin, mindful of the sore spots. She beamed at you as she said, “And you can just call me Mina. We are friends!”

You smiled at her. “Okay, Mina.” The two of you were silent for a couple of minutes as Mina continued to dress your burns.

“So,” she started, breaking the silence. “Who did you make the cookies for?”

You sharply inhaled. “W-what? What do you mean?” You tried to play it off by playing dumb, but Mina gave you an are you kidding me look.

“Don’t play that game with me, girl.” She scolded you. “So, tell me, who is this ‘special someone’?”

You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your shoulders in defeat. “One of our classmates. . .” You trailed off, turning away from the pinkette, and absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

Mina’s eyes lit up and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh my God, seriously?!?” She squealed. You turned to face her again. “Girl, you absolutely gotta tell me! Who is it?!” She went to grab ahold of your hands but stopped herself when she remembered your injury. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You said. “But, um, I—” You hesitated, searching for the right words, but you couldn’t find them. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” You said, barely above a whisper, turning away from your classmate once more in embarrassment.

Mina leaned back, taken by surprise by your change of tone. She studied you for a few seconds, her expression falling when she saw the look on your face; the clenching of your jaw.

“It’s okay, girl,” she reassured you. She set the roll of bandages down on the counter as she finished wrapping your hand. “You don’t have to tell me who your crush is if you don’t want to.”

You whipped back around to face her, eyes wide. “C-crush?!” you stammered out. “W-what?! I don’t have a crush! I never said I did.” you explained.

“Yeah, sure,” Mina smirked at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You wouldn’t of baked cookies for them if you didn’t like them.”

“Um, because I’m nice?” you asked with a lilt in your voice. Mina does have a point, though, you thought.

Mina laughed. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that.”

A couple of minutes later, you and the pinkette exited the bathroom, laughing over something Mina had said. Your hand had been expertly wrapped and treated with some burn cream. Your injury didn’t even hurt anymore, but you were still going to check in tomorrow with Recovery Girl as a precaution.

As you rounded the corner to go back into the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes fell to the now-empty pan where twenty cookies sat not even ten minutes ago. Mina stopped next to you, and you could see her giving you a questionable look, but you didn’t—couldn’t—acknowledge her. You just stared blankly at the pan, trying to process what you were seeing.

What the hell? you thought.

“Ah, man,” a voice drawled out. You slowly turned towards the source; Denki Kaminari. He was lounging against the counter as he rubbed his stomach for emphasis. “Those cinnamon kinako cookies were delicious!” Your brain blanked out when you heard that, the organ pathetically trying to comprehend and respond to the current situation.

“You’re telling me!” Kirishima piped up from beside the blond. Sero and Sato voiced their agreement from where they were seated on the couches. “They really hit the spot after the day I had.” The redhead noticed you and Mina. “Hey, guys, welcome back!” he greeted with a wave, a broad smile overtaking his features. “How’s your hand?”

You did not formulate an answer right away, your brain still processing the crumbled remains of your cookies. Your delay didn’t go unnoticed by the others, but before they could question it, Mina came to your rescue.

“It’s okay! Y/N is alright, nothing major.” She informed them. Kirishima’s gaze left you to focus on the pinkette by your side, but Kaminari’s remained transfixed on your blank expression.

“Oh, well, that’s great to hear! I was worried—”

“But you should be ashamed!” Mina cut the redhead off, tone sharp as a blade. “All of you.”

“What—?”

“Mina, why—?”

Kirishima and Kaminari spoke at once, their voices clashing, but the pinkette interrupted them once more.

“Y/N didn’t make those cookies for you.” She said. “She made them for someone special, yet you guys ate them even after she told you not to.” She just about bit the last part out. The boys gaped at Mina, her scolding catching them by surprise.

“Is that true?” Sato asked, rising from the couch to approach you. Everyone fixated their attention on you, waiting for a response.

You hesitated at the sudden limelight, and also in shyness. When you originally set out to bake the kinako cookies for Todoroki, you didn’t expect them to 1.) burn your hand and 2.) for them to be eaten by others. Even though you were upset, you didn’t want the others to be ashamed or scolded. But they did eat them after I told them not to, you thought, pondering your next move.

After a few moments, you squared your shoulders and steadily said, “Yes. I . . . made them for somebody.” At your words, the room’s atmosphere soured. The boys’ shoulders slumped as they realized their mistake.

“Shoot, L/N, I’m sorry,” Kaminari said, stepping forward to gently grab your uninjured hand and bow.

“Yeah,” Kirishima added, scratching the back of his neck and looking away slightly. “That wasn’t really manly of us.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Sero intoned, looking sheepish.

Sato came to stand in front of you next to Kaminari, who still had a gentle hold of your hand. “I’ll be more than happy to remake the cookies for you.” He said. “If you want that, of course.”

You smiled, though it was closed-lipped. “Thank you, Sato, but not today.” He bowed his head.

Suddenly, the front doors slammed open, startling the six of you. You all watched, shell-shacked—you did, at least—as a fuming Bakugou stepped inside, loudly exclaiming, “I had ‘hat dumbass villain handled! Damn Sidekick extra jus’ had to step ‘n and—” He noticed your little group gaping at him. “The hell ‘re ya fools lookin’ at?” As the words left his mouth, the other two members of the infamous U.A. trio entered as well.

“Kacchan,” Izuku Midoriya said, trying to placate the explosive male. “He was just trying to . . .” The rest of his sentence fizzled into the background as the entirety of your attention span landed on Shouto Todoroki.

It had already been well-established that the youngest Todoroki son was even more handsome in person, but seeing him in his Hero costume did things to you. Your mouth almost dropped open to gawk at his god-like appearance, but you clenched your jaw tightly shut to avoid that catastrophe. Despite that, you were pretty positive your eyes were as wide as saucers, greedily taking every inch of him in as if it were the last time you would see him.

I should sue him for the cost of my medical bills when I develop heart palpitations, you thought.

“Shut the hell up, ya stupid nerd.” Bakugou snapped at a sputtering Midoriya, drawing your attention once more. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Is he always this angry?” you asked under your breath; half-serious, half-rhetorical.

“Oh, yeah,” Mina confirmed, voice just as low.

Sero snickered from his post next to Sato. “You get used to it after a while,” he reassured you.

One of Kirishima’s blinding smiles makes its appearance once again. “Katsuki’s always been passionate about, well, everything.” He told you, not bothering to lower his voice. “It’s who he is. We love him regardless.”

Sato chimed in with, “Platonically.” The boys snickered and Mina rolled her eyes, yet there was a small smile playing on her lips.

“Even though his sour attitude can be harsh and lowkey over the top,” Kaminari began, eyes shining with mischief. “It sure makes him fun to mess with!” Your companions groaned in exasperation and started to voice their reservations.

“No, Denki. Leave him be—” Mina urged him.

“Awe, come on, man. Don’t—”

“Heyy~ Katsuki,” Kaminari crooned, rocking back on his heels as the pale blond’s attention zeroed in on him. Kirishima and Sato facepalmed. “Why have trouble catching a ‘dumbass villain’?” he teased. “Bad day? Your head not in the game?” The hair on your arms rose to attention as an electric charge swept the room, putting everyone on edge. Kaminari’s baiting also drew the attention of the explosive male’s companions. Your eyes briefly met captivating graphite and turquoise, eliciting a sharp gasp to leave your lungs.

“You’re gonna regret the day you were born, dumbass!” Bakugou bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at the electric blond, snapping your attention from the hypnotizing gaze. You fully expected him to charge the male, already taking a cautionary step back, but instead of explosions ripping apart the building, Bakugou grunted and moved towards the showers.

Mina turned to the blond and shouted, “Now why did you do that, Denki? You know better than to rile Katsuki up like that!”

Kirishima dragged a large hand down his face before running it through his unruly red locks. “I’ll go check on him,” he announced before jogging after the sandy-blond. You were at a loss for words as you continued to watch your classmates scold a shit-grinning Kaminari, not even the tiniest bit remorseful for his teasing of Bakugou.

“Please don’t take Kacchan’s rashness to heart.” A new voice piped up. You turned to meet the electric green gaze of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the new generation’s proclaimed Symbol of Peace. “I’m s-sorry, I don’t think we have properly met. I’ve been in and out of campus lately—with missions and such.” He practically skipped over to stand in front of you. He smiled brightly as he gently took your hands in his large, calloused ones. “I’m Izuku Midoriya. I’m so happy you are here at U.A.!” he excitedly exclaimed, lightly squeezing your entwined hands. You couldn’t hide your wince and small gasp of pain as Midoriya unknowingly squeezed your burns. The green-haired male let go of your hands so fast as if he was the one burned instead of you, eyes growing wide. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” he asked, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around your hand. Midoriya’s frenzy caught the other's attention, and all eyes were on you yet again.

The tips of your ears grew hot at the unwavering attention from the Heroes-in-training—especially from a certain icy-hot male who made your heart falter in its beating. “Y-yeah, I’m f-fine.” You stuttered as you met each of your classmate's gazes, trying to reassure them of your stability.

“What happened?” Todoroki inquired, eyes hawkishly zeroed in on your face.

“U-um, well . . .” you trailed off, words fading from your brain as you slightly cowered under his unwavering attention. “I—”

“She burned herself while baking kinako cookies,” Sero spoke for you, having caught onto your growing anxiousness. You didn’t miss Todoroki’s eyes narrowing at the black-haired male’s words. Sato and Kaminari made noises of agreement, the blond absentmindedly rubbing his stomach in content.

Midoriya’s eyes shined. “Really? You did?!” He looked behind you to the kitchen, eyes searching for the aforementioned treats. “Where are they?” he asked when he didn’t spot any, only a plate littered with crumbs. He turned his attention back to you. You opened your mouth to answer, but a wave of shame overcame you as your eyes once again met those of the one you had made the cookies for.

Mina noticed your hesitation, giving you a knowing look as she answered for you. “The three idiots to your left ate them all,” she said with a little bite to her words, glaring daggers at the culprits. “After they were specifically told not to.” She reaffirmed. The boys shuddered at the reminder of their disobedience. The pinkette turned her attention back to the green-haired and dual-haired males. “I patched her up, though. The burns are minor.”

Midoriya nodded his head in understanding. “You should still see Recovery Girl,” he instructed, unashamedly expressing his concern for someone he had just properly met. “At least let her take a look at it.”

“I’m going to stop by to see her in the morning,” you reassured him, words coming back now that your mind was a little clear. His shoulders slumped in relief.

“You should rest, Y/N.” Todoroki’s searing gaze trailed over your form, calculating eyes searching for any additional outward signs of injury or discomfort. “After suffering an injury, no matter how insignificant, rest is important.” He softly chided.

“R-right.” You stammered out, at a loss for how else to respond to your handsome classmate's concern other than compliance. A wave of exhaustion washed over you at that moment. Your feet stumbled as you became lightheaded for a split second. You noticed the dual-haired male take a step towards you, catching onto your sudden exhaustion, but you quickly rightened yourself. “Thank you, Todoroki.” You’re not exactly sure why you thanked him, or what for. His concern, perhaps? He subtly nodded as you turned from the small group, breathlessly mumbling some sort of farewell and something about retiring to your room for the rest of the day.

The others muttered their goodbyes as you made your way to the stairwell.

As you walked up the stairs, head hung low, your throat began to burn and your vision began to blur with tears. The first one fell when you reached your floor, quickly followed by a couple more. You wiped them away, sniffing, as you made your way to your door. You didn’t react to the sudden presence next to you and the weight draped around your shoulders.

Mina didn’t say anything, only traced comforting circles into your back as tears flowed freely down your cheeks.

The next day, you and your classmates were gathered outside Gym Gamma for an impromptu training session. You were surprised that Class 3-A still regularly trained together, but in your defense, that assumption came from someone who didn’t have many options when it came to sparing partners up until your transfer—a major shortcoming in retrospect.

“Today we are working on ‘last stand’ combat.” Mr. Aizawa drawled in his natural I Don’t Give A Fuck tone. “Close-quarter combat in which a violent assailant has obtained the upper hand and corners you in an attempt to defeat you.” He proceeded to explain the instructions of the training exercise and pair the students into groups of four who would take turns being the Heroes and the assailants.

“Midoriya will be with Jirou.” Mr. Aizawa intoned, briefly glancing at the two students to confirm they heard. “Todoroki will be with L/N.” Your muscles stiffened when you heard that. Your heart began to race as you watched the red-and-white-haired male make his way over to you.

“H-hi,” you greeted him, giving a soft smile.

“Hello,” he said, politely inclining his head. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Same here.” You said before facing forward once more as the first group began their round. You and Todoroki observed the match in silence, with you paying extra attention to your classmates’ movements and taking mental notes of how they incorporated their Quirks into hand-to-hand combat.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew your attention. Expecting the new additions to be Ochako and Asui, you turned to greet them with a warm smile but paused when instead of your friends, Midoriya and Kyoka Jirou were standing next to you, both with warm expressions on their faces.

“Hi!” Midoriya greeted with a wide smile and a small wave. “I’m excited for this training exercise! It’s going to be so cool to see everyone’s improvement with hand-to-hand combat over the break! And any new moves! Or Quirk Awakenings! Or—” You had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying as it turned into a stuttering rant as he went on about each individual’s Quirk.

The rumors were true regarding his ramblings, you mused to yourself, wondering how long he could go on for before a small hand on his shoulder made him take pause.

“Midoriya,” Jirou intoned. “Calm down.” His cheeks flushed a bright red. He began laughing nervously while absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck.

“S-sorry,” he said, shyfully.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “I agree with your stance, though. Observing others' skills is an effective way to improve your own. Get an idea or two.” You turned your attention back to the ongoing training, taking mental notes of your classmates’ fighting stances and their defensive moves, trying to get a better understanding of the why behind them. You pulled a small item from your jacket pocket, absentmindedly rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger. The movement caught Midoriya’s attention.

“What is that?” he asked, green eyes alight with curiosity.

“What? This?” You held up your good luck charm; a small, pink parrot keychain from a popular cartoon series you had won years ago at one of your hometown’s summer festivals. It was lucky because at the moment, while little you were trying to win, your Quirk had manifested. “It’s my good luck charm,” you explained the pink parrot’s value to you.

“Oh, cool!” Midoriya exclaimed. “You know, I used to have a good luck charm—it was my super rare exclusive All Might trading card! First edition!” His eyes shined as he reminisced. “I would bring it with me everywhere! Even Kacchan—”

“Deku,” drawled a low voice from the other side of your gathered class. The temperature fell as Bakugou’s vermillion eyes narrowed onto Midoriya. “Don’t say another word.”

“He’s such a fanboy.” Jirou chuckled, fondness seeping into her voice. Midoriya smiled sheepishly, not bothering even to try to deny the label. You spent the time until your group’s turn getting to know the two, quickly finding out that you and Jirou share the same taste in music; vowing to swap playlists after class. You were so caught up in your conversation that you almost forgot about Todoroki's presence, if not for the awareness of a body next to you. His chilled warmth seeped into your muscles, causing you to relax one moment, and tense up another.

“Are you all right?” he softly inquired, spying your tensed posture.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You replied, softly smiling but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Just a lil’ nervous, is all.”

Todoroki frowned slightly, not understanding how you could be experiencing anxiousness. “Wh—?”

“Oh yeah!” Midoriya suddenly interjected. “This is going to be your first time demonstrating your Quirk, huh?” he asked you. “Or at least this is gonna be the first time I will see it. What is it again? Object—no—um, yeah, anyway I bet it is awesome!” His eyes still shined with his enthusiasm and curiosity. “Sometime you gotta let me ask you about it! I have so many! Does it work like Ochako’s Zero Gravity? Or Yaoyorozu’s Creation?”

You couldn’t help but give a small laugh at his eagerness. You had never met someone as enthusiastic about Quirks as Izuku Midoriya. It was kind of refreshing to interact with someone as passionate as he was.

“Kind of,” you began, silently pondering over what you know of the brunette’s Quirk and comparing it to your own. “Ochako and I have the same limitations when it comes to the weight of an object, but besides that, our Quirks are different.” Your Quirk was object manipulation; you could telepathically manipulate objects within a certain range. To you, your Quirk wasn’t all that—wasn’t anything unique by any means—but to others, you were seen as a powerful goddess. “To be honest, I’m lacking in hand-to-hand combat skills.” You sheepishly smiled.

“Really?” Midoriya asked, blinking in shock. “I thought your previous school would have prepared you for all types of situations.” Jirou nodded her agreement with the green-haired male. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Shouto continue to observe you with a calculating expression on his face.

“Unfortunately, no.” You shrugged. “Their curriculum was more focused on improving the individual’s Quirk than learning how to fight without it.”

“Oh, wow,” Jirou said. “That could put you at a great disadvantage down the line.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I know. That’s why—” You were cut off by Mr. Aizawa calling for your group to begin your training round. “Welp, this is it, I guess.” You chuckled nervously.

Midoriya gave you a reassuring smile. “You’ll do great!” he said, giving you a thumbs-up accompanied by a warm smile.

“Do your best,” Jirou added before moving towards the training pitch.

You started to follow, but a cool hand on your shoulder made you pause, shivering softly. You turned to find Todoroki giving you an expectant look. “You’ll do fine,” he said, confidently. He looked as if he put his entire faith in you. “I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

You felt a surge of confidence fill you at his words. You gave him a determined look. “Right,” you said. “We got this.”

You swear up and down his eyes twinkled when he looked at you, but it could have been a trick of the light. “You got this.” He replied, softly. The two of you walked into the pitch together, side by side.

The training went . . . not terrible, but it could have been better on your end.

Todoroki, Midoriya, and Jirou were amazing. Even without using their Quirks, they each were a force to be reckoned with. You were captivated by how swiftly they moved—as if they were ballerinas performing Danse des Petits Cygnes.

You weren’t on the same level as them and the rest of Class 3-A. You knew that, and you acknowledged it, but to see and be confronted by it so bluntly in person made you feel a whole other level of embarrassment and shame. You weren’t weak by any means, you could hold your own in a fight for some time, but not like your classmates could—and had.

Perhaps that is what separates you from your classmates. They have battle experience. Hell, they fought in a fucking war for crying out loud while you were on the other side of the country, guarding civilian shelters. You were fortunate not to see much bloodshed, but maybe that brought you to a disadvantage against these future Heroes surrounding you.

The horn had sounded as Jirou pinned you in the dirt for the sixth time, signaling the end of the round. You heard the sounds of Midoriya and Todoroki’s scuffling come to a halt from somewhere off to your left as Jirou lifted herself off of you. She offered you a hand as you began to rise from the ground. You accepted her extended hand with a grimace as the muscles in your back burned.

“Nice work.” Mr. Aizawa said as the four of you approached. “You performed adequately,” he addressed Jirou, Todoroki, and Midoriya. He turned to you. “You, not so much.”

You flinched as the words landed home. Damn, you thought, but he’s not wrong. You had naively allowed yourself to believe that Eraserhead wouldn’t call out your inferiority, at least in front of others. Then again, he was Eraserhead—infamous for his bluntness and apathy.

“Your skills are greatly lacking in hand-to-hand combat,” he continued. “I haven’t seen somebody so physically inadequate since your classmates were first years. Coming from another Hero Course, especially one with its reputation, it’s to be expected that you’re not up to par with your new classmates, but I didn’t think it would be this bad.” As he spoke, he never broke eye contact with you, scrutinizing you. Even with one eye, his unrelenting gaze made you feel as if he could see every minuscule detail about you. “Based on the performance I saw today, it was a mistake to put you in this class.”

You heard a gasp from one of your classmates; its owner unknown. You gulped down your shame and remained silent. You had a feeling Aizawa wasn’t finished with you.

“From here on out, I expect you to train harder and push yourself further than anyone else. Extra training, extra classes—anything that will make you catch up.” His eye narrowed. “If I do not see substantial improvement in one month, you will be expelled. No exceptions.”

Your eyes widened, but your shock did not stop you from replying. “Yes, sir.” You said, keeping your tone neutral as you mulled over his words. Although extreme, I understand the reason for Mr. Aizawa’s methods, you thought. He’s right though. I’m far from even scrapping the level these guys are on. I need to be more disciplined and work even harder if I want to stand on equal ground with my classmates. Resolve made, you promised, “I will go Plus Ultra!”

“Yaass, Y/N!” Mina cheered. “Woohoo!”

Aizawa didn’t say anything else to you, promptly dismissing the class. Midoriya praised your performance and commented on his wish to sit down and talk in-depth with you regarding your Quirk. You promptly accepted his request, telling him you would let him know when you were free. He smiled before walking off to join Iida and Ochako.

“If it means anything,” a voice suddenly intoned from behind you. You spun around, having not sensed the person's approach. You weren’t all that surprised to find Todoroki there, softly regarding you. “I think you did well.”

You scoffed but smiled softly. “Thank you, but you don’t have to patronize me. I have a lot of work to do if I want to catch up.”

“You will,” he declared, before quickly clarifying, “Catch up. Especially with my help.”

You furrowed your brows. “Excuse me?”

“Should I repeat myself?” he inquired, his heterochromatic eyes swimming in mirth. “I will assist you in your training and classes.”

You didn’t respond right away, regarding him with suspicion. You waited for him to name a condition for his help, but when he offered none, you relaxed. “Thank you, Todoroki.” You inclined your head. “I greatly appreciate it.”

“Shouto,” he corrected.

You blinked at him, taken aback. “What?”

“Shouto,” he reiterated. “You may call me Shouto. We are friends, are we not?��

You gaped at him for a moment, processing his words. “Ye-yeah!” you said a little too loudly. “We are friends, Shouto.”

The small smile that graced his lips lit up your entire world and caused your heart to speed up, pounding almost painfully against your ribcage. “Meet me here tomorrow after class.” He instructed.

“Tomorrow.” You repeated in confirmation.

His smile grew a little wider. “See you then, Y/N.” He said before turning on his heel and strolling away. You watched him go in a daze, in disbelief of what just occurred.

“Oooooooo, Y/N’s gotta date!”

You shrieked at the sudden voice and spun around for a second time to find Mina standing there, hunched over laughing at your reaction.

“Mina!” you shrieked, placing a hand over your heart. “You scared the shit outta me!”

She continued to laugh. “Sorry,” she said once her laughter died down. “You were so entranced with Todoroki that you didn’t even realize I was here!”

“Oh, yeah right.” You responded, playfully rolling your eyes. The two of you began to walk to the dorm. “I wasn’t entranced with him.”

The pinkette gave you a look of disbelief, an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, sure,” she retorted. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but you ain’t lying to me.”

You scoffed but didn’t attempt to refute her claims. You put your hands in your pockets and looked to the ground, lost in thought. Mina didn’t say anything else, allowing you both to walk in silence.

The next afternoon, you met Shouto at the training grounds outside Gym Gamma for your first tutored training session. He regarded you kindly as you slowly approached, suddenly feeling quite bashful.

“Thank you for offering to do this, Shouto.” You said when you arrived. “It really means a lot. I don’t know how I’m going to repay you.”

“There’s no need for repayment.” He softly responded. “I volunteered to assist you. Therefore, no repayment of any sort is necessary.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I don’t want to inconvenience you—”

His soft call of your name made your next words die in your throat. “I assure you, this is fine.” He said. “Your company and attention are substantial enough.” You felt your face warm at his admission. Shouto gestured towards the training pit. “Shall we begin?”

He started by teaching you some stretches that are supposed to help decrease sudden muscle spasms and strengthen them. Afterward, he had you show him the little knowledge you had of hand-to-hand combat to gain an idea of where you stand in regard to U.A. training. Once you had demonstrated the few kicks and different styles of punching you knew, you turned to judge Shouto’s impression.

Your breath caught at what you saw.

His handsome features remained stoically blank for the most part, but the pursing of his lips and slight furrowing of his brows spoke a different tale. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like they didn’t prepare you at all, but you weren’t one hundred percent sure.

“Shouto?” you inquired, voice slightly uneven as your mouth formed the syllables of his name. “Is everything alright?”

His beautiful eyes snapped to yours, and once again you were frozen by the intensity with which he looked at you. His gaze was calculating, and you could just about see the cogs turning in his brain as he silently regarded you. A couple long moments later, his lips parted on an exhale and he finally addressed you.

“We have a lot of work to do.” He declared. “But we already knew that.” You slowly nodded your head, curious as to where he would be going with this conversation. “Thankfully, you’re not completely helpless,” he intoned dryly. “Even though you don’t have many skills regarding physical, non-Quirk combat, I have identified several places where we can start, correct, and then build on.”

You steadied yourself, resolve firmer than ever before. You declared, “I’m ready.”

Shouto gave a quick, but detailed, overview of his plans for your ‘training tutoring’, you referred to your sessions as. He was going to teach you everything he thought you should know—which was everything he knew—in order to successfully become a Hero people could rely on.

The two of you began by improving your physique. You joined him on his early morning run along with Midoriya and Bakugou, who welcomed you with contrasting fervor. When you met for your afternoon training, you would run five kilometers before learning various grades of combat moves, and then concluding your time together by sparring.

It was established early on that neither of you would use your Quirks during your tutoring as the two of you were well-adapted to your respective Quirks—and the strict rules regarding their usage.

For the next several weeks, you worked tirelessly on your training, and your dedication and hard work paid off. At your end-of-the-month assessment, Aizawa was pleased by your rapid and exceptional improvement and announced you could stay at U.A. He also informed you that it was never his intention to expel you in the first place, but nevertheless, he was impressed by your efforts.

You and Shouto continued to grow closer as time went by. You still had your training tutoring sessions in the afternoons, and you became a regular on his early morning runs. You even hung out outside of class and training; preparing pre-workout meals and drinks together, and various study sessions at all hours of the day and night. Once, you even packed him a small canister of his favorite brand of soba noodles for lunch one of the weekends he was interning at his father’s Agency. When he came back to the dorm after his shift, he made a beeline for you and promptly informed you that from then on out, you would be solely responsible for packing his lunches.

“Now why would I do that?” you implored. You crossed your arms, awaiting his response. “Are you gonna pay me?”

Shouto slowly blinked at you in the way a cat would. “Why would I compensate you for an action you chose to do?”

You had no retort for that.

As you spent more time together, you noticed some changes. Shouto would stare at you for seemingly no reason, and whenever you called him out on it, he feigned innocence. He also sought you out more often, insisting on walking to your next class or to and from the dorm by your side. He even began to occupy you on your shopping runs, dutifully holding your bags for you. And whenever you would thank or compliment him, his whole demeanor would light up as if Aphrodite herself had shown favor towards him.

You weren’t any better, though.

If Shouto would do so much as even blink in your general direction, your heart would soar and butterflies would take flight in your stomach. At first, you brushed it off as nerves for being the subject of the Shouto Todoroki’s attention, but you were in denial, not wanting to admit what was actually occurring. Looking back, you realized that deep down, you had known all along what was happening, but at the time, you weren’t ready to admit it—to yourself and him.

Regardless of your rebuttals and lack of admission, you were falling for your dual-haired classmate, hard and fast, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

3 months later . . .

“Y/N! It’s starting! You’re gonna miss it!” Ochako shouted from the couches, the other girls of Class 3-A surrounding her, all dressed in comfortable loungewear. It was the class's annual Girl’s Movie Night, which was held every couple of months. Tooru told you earlier that week that they would like to have it more often, like once a month, but given their hectic and ever-changing schedules, the girls had to settle for every few months. They took turns who got to pick out the movie. It was Mina’s turn this time. True to her nature, she selected an early 2000s chick flick set in the States.

“Hold on, wait for me!” you hollered back as you finished pouring the freshly popped popcorn into a large bowl, a few kernels spilling out as you whirled on your heels to sprint into the living area. You nearly tripped over Jirou’s legs as you practically threw yourself towards the last remaining free spot on the couch.

“Ah, sorry!” you exclaimed as you settled yourself into the cushions, checking over Jirou and your popcorn bowl. “Did I miss anything?”

“No, it’s just starting,” Momo said, taking a sip from her cup of tea as the opening credits began to roll.

“Ooh, this is one of my all-time favorite movies!” Mina squealed next to you. “Have you ever seen it before?” she asked.

You hummed, acknowledging her question. You thought hard, trying to recall if you’ve ever seen the characters on the screen before. “I’m not sure,” you said. “I don’t think so.”

The pinkette gasped aloud and theatrically placed a hand on her chest, sprawling backward. “Y/N! You wound me!”

Across the room, Tooru piped up from her spot next to Asui. “How could you not have?! It’s only one of the greatest movies ever made!”

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that,” Ochako interjected. “Gonna have to disagree.” You expected them to start arguing back and forth over what is truly the greatest movie ever made, like your friends back home would have done, but they don’t. Mina stuck her tongue out at Ochako before turning back to the movie.

You all watched the movie in relative silence, save for the light background noise of popcorn moving around in a bowl and slurping from a now-empty straw. It was nice, peaceful; a well-deserved and appreciated respite from the grinding hustle of being Pro-Heroes-in-training.

“Just confess already!” Jirou shouted at the screen as the main character allowed another opportunity for them to confess their feelings for their classmate slip through their fingers. “Gosh!” A corner of your mouth curled at her irritation. A few grumbles of agreement sounded from the others as the movie continued playing.

You had to stifle your laughter as the main characters continued to pine after one another, completely oblivious to the other’s growing feelings. I can’t believe there are actually people in the world who are like them, you silently mused. It’s so obvious they like each other. I can’t believe they don’t see it.

“Ugh, the anticipation and pining is killing me!” Tooru cried out, her slippers moving frantically in the air as she kicked her legs.

Asui raised a brow. “I thought you’ve seen this movie before?”

“Well, yeah, I have,” the invisible female said. “But the suspense still gets to me!”

“It is quite intense.” Ochako agreed. “I hope they confess soon. It hurts to see them think the other doesn’t return their feelings.”

“I don’t understand how they cannot.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. The girls turned to look at you as you continued, “I mean, they’re so obvious.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda annoying at this point,” Jirou mumbled.

Mina snickered. “Y/N, as if you’re one to talk.”

You gave her a questioning look, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, come on. You’re so obvious, too, with your crush—”

You cut her off, “I do not have a crush.”

“You have a crush?” Asui asked. You and Mina responded at the same time.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“What is this about?” Momo inquired, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

“Nothi—” you began but was swiftly interrupted by the pinkette next to you.

“Y/N has a crush on Todoroki!”

The girls gasped and gapped at you, eyes wide.

“I do not!” You said, face burning as you tried to mitigate the situation. “We’re not like that!”

“Oh my.” You thought you heard Momo say under her breath, but you couldn’t really hear since Tooru started shrieking with glee.

“You guys would be the cutest couple!” she exclaimed, jumping up from her spot on the couch and racing over to pull you into a tight embrace.

“I mean, it does make sense given they spend so much time together.” Ochako mused, a finger on her chin as she considered the situation.

Asui jumped on the bandwagon with, “Oh they are definitely into each other.”

“One hundred percent,” Mina agreed.

“Girl, you gotta spill the tea!” Tooru exclaimed as she pulled away. “Tell us everything!” The others voiced their agreement.

“I do admit, I am curious as to how this relationship came to be,” Momo vocalized, setting her tea cup down onto its saucer. “That is if the two of you have gotten that far into your companionship.”

You blinked at the midnight-black-haired woman, shock clouding your brain for a moment as you processed her words. “Um, n-no. We aren’t in any type of r-romantic relationship.” You clarified, but immediately you could tell certain people thought your answer was complete horse poop. “We aren’t!”

“Regardless, you guys are pretty close,” Ochako interjected. “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Jirou nodded in agreement. “And all the extra training you do together.”

“The early morning runs,” Asui added.

“Okay, okay,” you threw your hands up in a placating manner. “I understand what you guys are trying to get at, but you’re wrong.”

Mina came to stand beside you, giving you a knowing look. “Girl, Y/N,” she began. “You can try with all your might to deny it, but it’s obvious what is really going on between you and Shouto.” She placed a delicate hand on your shoulder. “And I know you know it, too.”

You stared at the pinkette, pondering her and the other’s words. You wanted to continue denying what they were saying, but you were getting tired of denying your feelings to yourself. You slumped your shoulders, the tension leaving your body as you resolved to come clean with the truth—to yourself and your friends, besides a certain dual-haired male. “Alright, fine.” You let out a heavy sigh, mentally preparing yourself for their reaction to your next statement. “I like him a little.” You confessed, looking at the floor, too afraid to meet any of their gazes.

The room was dead silent for two breaths before Mina erupted in choking laughter. “’A little’? Yeah RIGHT!” She laughed so hard that tears began to stream down her pink cheeks. After she managed to calm down a bit, she turned to face you fully, laying a hand on your knee. “Girl, you’re lying to yourself.” She told you, tone light yet serious. “We have all seen the way you look at Shouto—” the others nod in confirmation. “—and your eyes tell it all.”

You flinched as embarrassment flooded you. “Is it really that obvious?” you asked. You turned to the others to gauge their reactions. “Am I?” They all nodded.

“Definitely.”

“For sure.”

“We could see it from a mile away.”

You gasped. “Oh my,” you covered your face with your hands. “Do you think Shouto knows?”

“I doubt so,” Momo said. “Shouto is quite intelligent and a formidable force to be reckoned with, but as I’m sure you’re aware, his experience and understanding of social concepts and cues are fairly limited.”

“In other words,” Jirou interjected. “He’s none the wiser.”

You released a sigh of relief. At least he doesn’t think I’m a psycho stalker or something.

“Hey, give him some credit, guys,” Ochako remarked. “Todoroki’s more aware than he’s given credit for.”

“Moving on,” Mina said. “Have you thought about confessing your feelings to him?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, shamefully looking away. “No. . .”

“What?!”

“Really?!” Tooru shouted. “But he’s so hot!” The sleeves of her shirt crossed in front of her. “I would do anything to be his girlfriend.”

You laughed. “While you are correct about his handsomeness, I don’t even know where I would begin or how I would confess.”

“Your feelings are valid, Y/N,” Asui assured you. “Confessing one’s feelings for another is a life-changing occurrence.”

“You gotta do it before graduation in a couple months, though,” Ochako added. “If not, then you may never get another chance to do so.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked. “As Pros, wouldn’t we work together often? Why does it need to be before we graduate and turn Pro?”

“Possibly, but with our chosen line of work, there is always a possibility. . .” she trailed off with a grimace.

You understood immediately. “Oh.”

“Although rare in the line of duty, it does happen.” Momo said. “I wouldn’t worry about that though, but I agree with Ochako.”

“Plus,” Mina began, mischief glowing in her eyes. “If the two of you get together before you make your Pro Hero debut to the world, you wouldn’t have to worry about him falling in love with some random civilian he rescues on the street or another Pro.”

You nodded. “You have a point.”

“Either way, I think it will all work out in the end,” Ochako said, her cheeks widening with her smile. “I think perhaps Shouto returns your feelings, and just simply doesn’t know what to do about them or how to address them, therefore you should tell him.” The other girls voiced their agreement.

“Yeah, it doesn’t have to be some big romantic gesture or anything,” Jirou said.

“Just be honest with him, Y/N,” Asui said.

“Yeah, girl,” Mina added, giving you a warm smile when you met her gaze. “You got this. Besides, he can’t reject you. You’re too hot for that.”

You squared your shoulders as a burst of confidence filled you thanks to the encouragement you received from your friends. “Okay, I will!” you loudly announced. “I will confess my feelings to him!”

The others cheered as you all held up your lemon water in a faux toast. In your happiness, none of you noticed the shadows shift in the stairwell and the soft noise of retreating footsteps on the wood.

You were screwed.

“How am I gonna tell him!?” you mewled aloud a couple of days later in the cafeteria. You dramatically slumped your forehead on the tabletop, mentally kicking yourself for allowing the girls to convince you that confessing your crush would be an easy endeavor. You felt a reassuring pat on your shoulder. Groaning, you lifted your head from the table to shoot puppy eyes at Ochako. “Ochako, help me!” you cried. “How do I confess?”

The brunette gave you a sheepish smile. “I don’t know, Y/N.” She professed, her eyes apologetic. “Proclaiming one's love for another isn’t really my strong suit.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Asui mumbled under her breath before taking a sip of her drink, receiving a glare in response.

“Y/N, sweetie,” Mina cooed from your other side. “I think you’re overthinking it a little. It shouldn’t be but so hard. Just be honest with him!”

“But that is hard!” you said, waving your hands in the air. “I can’t just walk up to him and say, ‘hey, Shouto, I think you’re really hot and amazing. Wanna go out with me?’”

“Sure you can,” Momo intoned, trying to reassure you. “Maybe not in those exact words, but when the time comes, you will know what to say.”

“I hope so,” you sighed, slumping your shoulders. “I hope so.”

As time passed, you found that you did not, in fact, know what to say when the time came to confess your feelings to Shouto Todoroki. Whenever you were near him, you became tongue-tied and could barely speak without becoming a stuttering mess. During each interaction, Shouto would give you a long, confused look, his eyebrows drawn downwards as he watched you struggle for words. He wouldn’t comment on it, bless him, but he must’ve thought you to be a total weirdo.

Yet, he still accompanied you on the walk back to the dorm every day after classes ended, and he insisted on continuing your training sessions every weekend after he finished his shift at Endeavor’s Agency. The two of you grew closer, to your absolute delight, and yet you still hadn’t managed to work up the courage to confess your feelings to him.

Until one day . . .

You were sitting in homeroom during free period, chatting with Midoriya about the latest episode of the rebooted All Might: The Mightiest Man TV series.

“I’m telling you, Midoriya,” you said. “It doesn’t matter how much the animation and special effects have improved, the original will always be better than the reboot.” You crossed your arms and lounged back in your chair, waiting for the forest green-haired male to start sputtering his counterargument. “You can’t change my mind. I will die on this hill.”

“Are you seriously sayin—?”

A call of your name from a familiar tenor drew your attention. You turned towards the source to meet a pair of heterochromatic eyes. Shouto was making his way to your desk, coming to a stop right in front of you. You had to tilt your head back in order to maintain eye contact. After a moment, he turned his attention to Midoriya next to you. “Pardon me, Midoriya, but I need to speak to Y/N in private.”

You and Midoriya gaped at the dual-haired male for a good twenty seconds before you slowly rose from your seat. “O-okay.” You turned to face your green-haired companion. You hoped your eyes were conveying your inner panic as you said, “Midoriya, I’ll be back.”

All he could do was nod as he watched you follow behind Shouto, wondering why you looked so panicked to go with the male. Maybe you were constipated.

As Shouto led you toward the classroom door, Ochako and Mina shot you curious glances. When you met their gazes, they gave you a reassuring smile and a thumbs up, respectfully.

“Good luck, girl!” Mina whisper-shouted.

“You got this, Y/N,” Ochako said. You tried to match her comforting smile with your own, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

You followed behind the dual-haired male, silently wondering what was going on. Once you were outside the classroom, he led you down the hallway to a little corner nook bathed in the golden light of the afternoon.

“Shouto, is everything okay?” you asked, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. “Is something wrong?” At your inquiry, he finally came to a stop in front of a set of windows and turned to face you.

“Yes, everything is fine.” He reassured you. “I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

You blinked. “Okay,” you said. “Shoot.”

Shouto likewise paused at your usage of unfamiliar slang but didn’t comment on it. “Um,” he started, but drifted off, not finishing the thought. He opened his mouth only to shut it again after a moment or two without making a sound. You furrowed your brows as you continued to watch him struggle for words.

“Um, Sho?” you prodded. He didn’t respond, however, still thinking over his next words. Shouto never hesitates, you thought with a mixture of wonderment and anxiety. Is something bothering him? you thought with growing concern. You felt your heart come to a skittering stop as another horrifying conclusion came to mind; am I the problem?

“I overheard you and the other girls’ conversation on Movie Night,” he confessed at last, interrupting your spiraling train of thought. He bashfully looked away as if he was ashamed.

“Oh, okay?” you responded, absentmindedly going through the events of the night in question. Your heartbeat began to calm down to a normal rate. “What conversation?” You couldn’t think of anything in particular and were about to ask him to elaborate before the realization hit you like a freight train.

“I like him a little.”

“Okay, I will! I will confess my feelings to him!”

“Yeah, girl, you got this. Besides, he can’t reject you. You’re too hot for that.”

Oooohhhhh.

Fuck.

Maybe he didn’t hear that particular part of the conversation! You tried to reassure yourself as you waited for Shouto to answer your question. Your heart rate picked back up as panic began to settle in. We were there for several hours. There is so much he could’ve—

“You have an admiration going on.” You hate to admit you gawked at him for a couple of seconds before his formal wording translated into modern speech. You have a crush.

FUCK!

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” you rushed out, trying to save face and whatever friendship you had with Shouto. You felt your cheeks burn. “Please, just forget you ever heard that!”

Shouto snapped his head to you as your words registered in his brain. “Why would I do that?” he asked after a moment. “We live in the same building with shared living space, barely anything is not overheard by another.”

Oh God, how much did he overhear?

“Besides,” he continued. “At our age, it is completely natural for one to harbor feelings for another.”

You blinked at him as his words registered, your cheeks now tingling due to the burn. Gosh, he sounds like a grandpa giving the birds and the bees talk.

“It—it’s j-just,” you stammered. “I-I-I—” You let out a harsh breath in frustration when your words continued to fail you. Shouto raised a brow before his eyes narrowed. Your heart sank when you saw that.

Oh great, he’s annoyed!

“Are you all right?” he asked before moving so he was right in front of you. You squeaked at the sudden warmth of his body heat as he placed a hand on your forehead. “Do you feel ill? You feel warm, and your face looks to be flushed with some perspiration gathering on your forehead.” His eyes frantically looked you up and down as he examined you for any further signs of sickness. “I should get you to Recovery Girl.”

“N-no!” you exclaimed when he went to sweep you off your feet. “Sh-Shouto, I—I’m fine, really. I’m n-not s-sick.”

“Oh?” Shouto blinked in confusion and, adorably, subtly tilted his head to the side. “Then why are you so febrile? And you are stuttering?”

“It’s not because I am sick. I’m just em-embarrassed.” You whispered the last part, and you couldn’t help but look away from Shouto in shame.

“Embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed, Y/N?” You shut your mouth, refusing to speak. Shouto sensed your hesitation. The light slowly left his heterochromatic eyes and he bashfully looked away from you. “Is . . . is it because you don’t want to be seen with me?” he asked. “For fear that your crush will see us together and not return your affection?”

You let out a gasp in surprise. “What? No!” You are quick to reassure him—your actual crush—of your intentions. “That’s not it at all!”

Shouto met your gaze again. His eyes lit up with what looked like . . . anticipation? Hope? You weren’t sure, but your heart began to race in trepidation. “Then what is it?”

“I like you,” you blurted out. You shut your eyes and covered your face with your hands, trying to hide from your drowning embarrassment. “Like, not even a little bit, but, like, really, really like you.” You whispered from behind your hands.

There was no immediate response from the dual-haired male. You didn’t dare to remove your hands from your face to check if he was still standing in front of you.

He probably didn’t hear me. You internally slapped yourself upside the head.

Before you could react, Shouto was carefully removing your hands from your face. His touch was gentle, like he was afraid you would crack and break under his fingertips. “Why are you hiding from me?” he whispered. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared wide-eyed at him.

“I—I.” Despite your efforts, words weren’t able to come out of your mouth.

“You should never feel like you need to hide,” he continued. He let out an airy tsk before he reached his hand up and gently tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up even more at the action. “Especially from me.”

What.

“W-what?” you voiced aloud. You blinked a couple times, trying to bring your brain back from the brink of short-circuiting.

Shouto chuckled lowly, moving impossibly closer into your space. “I think you need to get your hearing checked out, love.”

You blinked some more. “What?”

“Have I broken you?” he asked, the corner of his perfect lips turning up at the thought. “First you forget your words, and now you have lost your hearing. . .” he trailed off as he continued to stare intently into your eyes.

What is he playing at. . .? you wondered as you blankly stared at him.

The two of you stood there and took each other in for quite a while. In reality, it mustn’t have been for very long—at most a minute and a half—but to you, it felt like hours. You were so close you could see the light reflecting in his heterochromatic eyes and the small streaks of gray in the turquoise-colored one.

“I . . . like you, too,” Shouto suddenly confessed, violently snapping you out of the daze his proximity causes. “I have harbored feelings for you for some time now.”

WHAT!?

“You . . . do?” you asked, skeptical. You were hesitant to believe his words in fear that this whole thing was some sick prank. But—

No. Shouto isn’t that type of person, you thought. He barely understands humor as it is, so he must be telling the truth.

“I do,” he confirmed.

“Oh, um.” You fumbled again for words, embarrassment flooding your entire system once more. You licked your dry lips, missing the way Shouto’s eyes locked onto the movement. “Cool.”

Shouto blinked at you, one of his perfect eyebrows raising. “Cool?” he repeated with a sly smile overcoming his lips.

“Mhm.” You dumbly nodded. “Cool.” You paused before muttering a small, “Ditto.”

He chuckled again, subtly moving the tiniest bit closer to you. He was just about crowding you into the corner at this point. “Ditto, huh?” He mumbled under his breath with a widening smirk playing at his lips. “I think I have broken you, dear.”

You grinned. “Perhaps.” Shouto chuckled again before falling silent. The two of you stared at the other, lost in each other’s gazes.

“Can I kiss you?” He spoke on an exhale, his deep voice somehow even deeper. Before you could internally flip the fuck out and fully comprehend what was happening, you were already nodding. That was all the confirmation Shouto needed before he brought your lips in for a sensual kiss. Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as you relaxed into him.

You smiled into the kiss. Thank you, chopsticks.

The next day, you and Shouto walked into the classroom holding hands. Everyone collectively stopped what they were doing to openly gape at the two of you as Shouto, always the gentleman, escorted you to your seat. The shocked silence lasted all but three seconds before Mina and Tooru let out ear-piercing shrieks and practically tackled you.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Mina was shouting meanwhile Tooru was holding onto you so tight to the point that she was nearly crushing you into her invisible body.

“AHHHH, I knew this was gonna happen!” she exclaimed before somehow pulling you in closer.

“Can’t . . . breathe.” You wheezed out before your boyfriend pulled you away from the two fangirls and protectively held you to his chest.

“I would be grateful if you didn’t crush my girlfriend to death, Tooru.” He intoned in his naturally dry tenor. His statement only made them freak out even more.

“Ah! Look at the two love birds!” Ochako swooned.

“Fuckin’ disgustin’,” grumbled a deep voice from somewhere in the back of the room.

Before you could turn to shoot Bakugou a death glare, Shouto was already clapping back. “What, are you jealous, Bakugou?”

The desks which had surrounded the blond a moment prior were blown to shiverines.

“I’LL END YOU!”

Fin.

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