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loneliness.
loneliness is what you felt after the war.
even though things went back to "the same,"
it wasn't the same.
sure, you had all of your friends at school.
but deep down?
you KNOW
that it is YOUR fault
along with everyone else's
that so many
of the people of Japan
are DEAD.
ǒ̸̺̟̱̼͕͇͕́̃̕ņ̶̥̜̭̯͒̽̃͝ę̷̹̞̫̖̬̼̘̟̳̮̻̌ ̸̨̜̟̗͎̹̟̟͙̙̫̼̲̈́̌̄a̵͖͇͋͒̎n̸̙̜̝͇͔̟̹̞͓͎̉̂̇̓̂̆͑ḑ̸̙̲͓͕̗͍̪͕͓̽ͅ ̷͙̺̖̗̭̝̱̤̘̻̳̥̟̰͉̘́͂͒̊͑͂̈́̈́̌̂̓͊̚͘͠͝a̶̤̜͓̤͚̖̺̠͍͂̇͝ ̵̤̉͑̑̏̕̚̕h̵̖͙̎͛̚ȃ̶̲̮̗̦̱̲̃l̸͓̳͇͈̫̺̞̦̥͔̼͈̫̑ḟ̵̢̧̡̳̠̗̜͇̮̦͕̭̥͐̏́͜ ̸͇̩͙͙͕͉̼̹͓͕̱́̂̏̑̅͛̀̅̉̌̇̓̅̉̕͠ͅͅy̴̧̢̧͖͎͉̻͓̼͎̪͈̜̱̗̠̐̎̽̔͜͝͠e̴̡̨̻̦̼̻̬̦͉͔͆́̃̀͆̾͑̂̏̆̑́̋ǎ̴̼͇̩̱͋̂̇r̶̢̛̛̛͈̞̳͓̗͖̊̈́̾͒̉͆̀̈̈́͗͑͋̎̏̕͜s̸̢̡̫̬̯̦̞̜̻̳͌̎́̓͑͗̒̂͗̚͝ ̵̛̞̊̊͌͒̆̒͛̋͗̎̈́̄̚͝͝ą̷̨̨͇̯̰̝̭̞͓͉̦͓̄̎̊̊͝͠ͅf̶̢̛̼͎͈̤̝͍͍̪͖̯͙͕͚̈́̌̒ţ̸̨̡͖̞̯͙̺͚̙͖͕̞̣͕͓̺͌͒̊̔͐̇̄̈́͊͋͋̕̕̚͝͠e̶̹̥̺͔̲͔̻͕̐̒̀̈͊̔̌̓̏͜͜͝ŗ̸̧̟͉͇͔̀ ̸̩̼́͐̓̃͒́̐̕͝t̴̥͍̦̩̀̅͂̆̏̔̄̆̃̓̌͆̇͐̃͝ḩ̴͈̭̮̱̙̣̩̳̪͆͂̓̄͗̈́́͋̊̂̈́̀͑͑̿͐̾́͝ͅè̸̢̧͈̲̜͖̓̽̾̀̑̈́̅ ̸͖̦̫̺̳͗̀̈́́̎́̅̔̀̕̕w̵̧̠̜̮̥̗͎͒́å̵̧̨̘͍̟̘̱͙̞͓̰̽̒́̀̔̿̌̏͌͘͝͠ͅř̶̢̢̭̭͕̯͖̳̠̖̦̩̻̗̖͚̇̓͐̋̒̓͋̋̔͒͗̿͑͝.̷̡͇͖̗̲͙̹̝̣̼͕̥̂̓̐̒̊̉̈̈́́̏̿͜
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"and—"
Your newest teacher, Mr. Takami, otherwise known as now part-time pro-hero Hawks, paused.
"Oh, Y/N! You're awake again. Don't worry, I let you sleep only cause there wasn't much to miss. All that you missed was me introducing this guy," He paused, pointing next to him, "Shinsou. You all have met him before, but we're gonna pretend you didn't. Anyways, Shinsou, you sit at the seat behind Kaminari, next to Y/N."
Shinso nodded, and made his way to his seat. He looked different than he used to.
His hair was still sorta fluffy, but not super spiky, and it was moreso longer, not sticking up crazily like Bakugo's.
The thing that seemed even more different than his hair, though, was the way his personality seemed to be. It felt as if he wasn't as confident as before. Sure, you all knew he was proud, and probably happy, since it took so much effort to get in the hero course.
But it still felt off.
He was acting like he thought he was a loser. His body language was familiar to the way you act. You always thought you were a loser, and now it seems he does too.
RIIIIIIIIIING!!
"Aaaand shit. Thats the bell, I took way too long talking. Sorry. See ya, you're dismissed to lunch."
And the class ran off to do their business.
You went to get your lunch box from your little cubby, and made your way to the cafeteria.
School lunch was nice, but you wanted your own food today.
Listening to music at a volume that could be heard through your headphones, your "gross" and "edgy" combat boots made quiet yet annoying noises as you walked.
You didn't care what they thought about your boots.
You may be a loser, but that doesn't change the fact that they suck.
In the cafeteria, you were making your way to your usual spot to sit, but just as you got to your quiet table with Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka and Asui, your seat was gone.
A certain purple-headed boy was in your seat.
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