A “watch out,” is heard from the basketball court, glancing left you spot a basketball flying your way. Panicking you let out an ‘eek’ quickly dropping your bag of groceries you hear a jar break, “Oh shoot.” Pushing that thought aside you lift your hands to block your face from being hit.
A thud is heard as the basketball makes contact with your-wait a minute- pressing your hands against your face you notice that there is no pain. Surprised yo
A couple synonyms that have been used to describe your current second year of high school schedule courtesy of your family and friends, it didn’t help that you were on the Honor Roll either, that just added to the pile of things you needed to accomplish. Adjusting one of the three medium-sized canvas in your arms you dodge some students standing in the middle of the hallway.
Huffing you blow a loose strand of your hair out of your face. Feeling one of your canvases slip from your arms you grunt pulling off to the side into a classroom to get a better grip. Hair falling into your face you sigh, “Might as well fix my hair while I’m at it.”
Gently setting your painting down against the wall, you dig through your satchel looking for a hair tie unsuccessful in your search. Spying paintbrushes at the bottom, you grab two sticking one into your mouth while you twist your hair up into a makeshift bun. Shaking your head
Geez, this was the 67th time today. He just wouldn't stop, would he?
You are (L/N) (F/N) and you are a 1st year at Kaijou High.
You were also almost always seen with another 1st year trying to get your attention.
Kise Ryouta. That was his name. He's been doing this ever since you 'saved him' from his fangirls. AKA You were bothered by the noise they were making and 'politely' told them to shut up and leave. Which includes forcefully shoving a pack of girls out of the classroom and a deadly aura surrounding you. Apparently, this was enough to make the blonde haired boy obsessed with you and follow you around the campus like a small puppy following its owner.
You were the smartest student in your class, probably even smarter than the 3rd years. You wouldn't boast of it, as you were a quiet person. And like any 1st honor student, you were always bombarded with questions from other students asking if their answers were correct and asking if you could
Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.
“Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan. Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad. Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle off the counter to take a drink. Feeling your pocket buzz, you bite onto the straw idly chewing on it while you pull your cell out typing in the passcode. “Son of a biscuit eater,” another cramp hits causing you to fold over in pain. Biting down hard on the straw while the cramp passes you thumb through your messages.