“Oh god! Sorry.” You said quickly to him. “I uh, I’m just really happy with the uh, homeroom teacher we have, oh and we’re in the same class this year.” You said, trying to cover your excitement about the two of you being in the same class and play it off as relief about the homeroom teacher.
“I’m glad.” Shouto replied with a soft smile, his duel coloured fringe swaying in the light breeze as he gazed at you.
“Uh, lets go now.” You said quickly, clearing your throat and turning away from Shouto to hide your blush.
He followed you silently, still holding his project.
The two of you walked to the locker room and he waited at your locker for you to get your things.
“And this is my project!” You said excitedly as you produced your work from the locker.
“Is that the draft?” Shouto asked plainly.
“No?” You replied confused, “this is my final piece, I’m handing it in today.”
“Y/N, you really should have put more effort into it.” He said bluntly.
“What?” You asked defensively with your brows knitted in annoyance.
“If you want a good grade you should put more effort into your work and not leave it to the last minute.” Shouto said emotionlessly.
“Excuse me?” You arched up. “I DID put effort into this and I didn’t leave it till the last minute!”
“You did?” He asked. “It doesn’t look like it.”
“Ok now you’re being rude.” You snapped. “Just because it doesn’t look as good as yours doesn’t mean you can shut mine down.”
“I’m just being honest Y/N-.”
“You know what? Keep your honesty to yourself.” You spat angrily, taking your project out of the locker and slamming the locker door firmly before turning and marching away.
You stormed up to the classroom and entered, finding your seat and sitting down forcefully as you dropped your project on to the desk in front of you.
“Screw you Shouto.” You growled internally.
Classmates started to file in slowly with their projects and you spotted the telltale red and white hair of your crush.
Angrily you whipped your head the other way so you wouldn’t look at him and stared out the window.
Class started and you turned your attention back to the front of the room, stealing a glance in Shouto’s direction before crossing your arms across your chest and leaning back in your chair. He was 3 seats in front of you and one row over to your right.
“I see everyone has bought their projects today, well done.” The teacher said. “Please leave them on your desks and I will collect them at the end of the day.”
You scowled. “Fucking project. Now I’m angry at Sho and it’s all this stupid projects fault.”
The day continued on and you held onto your anger, refusing to speak to Sho or even sit with him at lunch.
By the afternoon you were getting tired of keeping up the charade of anger and wanted to apologize or at least clear the air with him so you two could go back to being friends again.
Shouto already looked a little down at being given the cold shoulder all day.
After the final class you quickly ran to your locker.
“I’ll write him a little apology note and slip it in his bag then maybe call him later…” you thought as you quickly scribbled a note to him.
You walked around to his locker and opened it but his bag wasn’t there.
“Huh? Where’s his bag?… must be up in homeroom? Maybe he’s up there checking his project one last time before the teacher takes it. He was really proud of it.” You thought as you made your way up the stairs to the homeroom.
You slid the homeroom door open and stepped into the empty, darkened classroom.
“Oh…. not here.” You thought sadly as you walked in. “That’s ok, I’ll just check if his bag is here…”
You felt along the wall for the light switch but after a few seconds your eyes adjusted so you decided to just continue without turning the light on.
Pushing off the wall you walked towards his desk, peering into the semi-darkness to see if you could see his bag.
“I don’t think it’s here… I mean… I can’t see it?”
You squinted to see better as you approached his desk, your attention so keenly focused on looking for his bag that you didn’t see a chair leg that was sticking out slightly and your foot caught it, sending you stumbling forwards.
You tripped and threw your arms out to save yourself, crashing head first into a desk.
“AH FUCK!” You shouted loudly as you body slammed the desk, the metal legs screeching as it slid along the polished floor then toppled over with you following suit. “Owwww.” You groaned as you picked yourself up, rubbing your knee and elbow. “Stupid chair, who the fuck didn’t push their chair in?” You growled, looking back.
After giving the chair that had tripped you up a good death stare you turned back around to survey the damage and your soul nearly left your body at the sight before you.
The desk you had slammed into was Shouto’s.
His project? smashed into oblivion and strewn across the floor.
Your heart? flatlined.
Your life? over.
You threw your hands up over your mouth to cover the silent scream that was hanging out in your seized lungs and you just stood there not knowing what to do.
Every curse word that was ever a curse word was uttered as you panicked.
You couldn’t fix the project as it was too far gone and you couldn’t just tell him what had happened because he would think you did it out of spite from the fight you two had had that morning.
You slowly picked up the fallen desk and righted it, still staring at the mess before you.
“Oh? What have we got here? A sabotage mission?” A devious, rich voice said from behind you. You paled and whipped around.
Someone had seen you.
There stood Dabi in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned casually against the doorframe, his turquoise eyes trained on you in the semi darkness.
“Why’d you break it? I thought you two were friends?” He asked matter of factly, lifting an arm off his chest and looking disinterested while curling his hand to check his fingernails.
“N-No! You have it all wrong! I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!” You stammered, panic rising in your voice. “Please…” you begged. “Please don’t tell him. We had a falling out this morning and he’s going to think I broke his project on purpose. Please keep it a secret. I-I’ll deal with it.”