𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

Training? ~ 11

The bell rang, indicating that lunch had ended, and Yuma reluctantly sat up, the empty packet of Taiyaki sliding off him. Lunch passed quickly... He had hoped to take a nap, but it was not meant to be, eh? A small yawn slipped through his lips and he raised his arms, stretching himself. The bell meant that it was time for class... "I just wanna go home..." He sighed and grabbed the empty packet, pushing himself to his feet a moment later.

He didn't bother with his appearance, choosing to ignore the state of his uniform.

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The rest of the classes they had passed in a flurry, nothing really memorable happening, until it was time for them to go home, "What's going on?!" Uraraka exclaimed, standing near the door.

"What business do you have with Class A?" Iida asked, staring at the mass that blocked the exit out of the classroom.

Mineta stepped closer, "We can't get out!" He yelled, raising his fist in the air, "What'd you come here for, anyway?!"

Yuma pulled his bag over his shoulder and walked past them, intending to evade any kind of conflict and just get the hell out of there, "Scouting out the enemy, small fry," Bakugou spoke up, causing the short boy to point at Bakugou in disbelief, "We're the ones who made it out of the villain's attack. They probably wanna check us out before the sports festival."

"I'd rather not get involved with your little spats." Not paying any attention to anyone, Yuma stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way to the door, intending to push past the crowd. He clenched his fists and hoped that he wouldn't accidentally touch anyone.

A violet-haired boy stood in front of him, blocking his path, "How nice of you to say that."

Yuma furrowed his brows as he looked up at him. He was taller than him, that much was obvious, "Might you move aside?" He politely asked, waiting for the boy to do so.

"Hmm." The boy lightly hummed and stepped away, allowing Yuma to go past.

Without a word, Yuma pushed through the crowd.

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His apartment door clicked shut and he dropped his bag down, leaning against the wall. School was bothersome, that was the only way to explain what it was to him.

Taking his uniform off along the way, he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

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Not even bothering to dry his hair, he plopped onto the sofa and turned on the TV. The drops from his hair seeped into the fabric of his robes, turning it a shade darker. The first thing that appeared on the TV was, of course, about the sports festival, "Two weeks, huh?" That was the amount of time he had to prepare himself for the exam.

Two weeks...

Would his father watch the sports festival?

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School continued as normal, just with the addition of everyone talking about the sports festival. It was kind of starting to get on Yuma's nerves at that point. Why must they speak about it constantly?

Seriously...

He was thankful when the bell for lunch rang.

As usual, he made his way through the cafeteria, planning on going out into the courtyard again, but them something caught his attention. He never bought food there, but he noticed a row of vending machines. Making his way over to it, he briefly glanced over the beverages, before he picked one of them.

After he took it, he made his way out into the courtyard, planning to spend the rest of the lunch break there.

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