A couple of male students left their seat to assist her to hers. Grabbing ahold of her chocolate colored knuckles gently, they guided her to the back of the class where her seat was.
"Thank you..thank you.." she said to them. Her voice was meek and she continued to gasp for air between words.
Running, huh?
Todoroki couldn't help but wonder if that were really true. If Chihiro walks home, like she did yesterday, then that means her house isn't far away from the school. And judging by the hero vs villains assessments yesterday, she's surprisingly in shape.
So was she lying? There's no way a quick run would leave her so messy and disheveled...
Amami basically threw herself in her seat once she was close enough. Her body soaked into the chair like butter would on a hot skillet.
The students who assisted her took their seats again after asking if she was alright for the fiftieth time. Shoto found his eyes glaring at the males the entire time, only stopping when Amami let out a dry cough from beside him.
He glanced over at her.
He had to admit, she still smelled good despite being in such horrible condition.
Before he could say anything, Sensei started the lesson for the day. It was quick and only took up a small portion of class. The rest of class was used to choose a class representative and vice representative. It was something that Todoroki didn't think mattered but hey, he wasn't in charge of the curriculum.
Shoto's eyes trailed over to Amami once again as his fellow classmates began to spit out random names of candidates. She had regained her breath and the air conditioned room seemed to have cooled her down aswell. Even though she looked like her normal self, she wasn't acting like it at all.
She stared blankly at whoever was speaking before turning her attention to the next voice to speak. She never once raised her hand to suggest a name or even speak up for that matter.
She just sat there, silent.
Even when Midoriya had offered up her name as class representative she still didn't respond. She only gave him a soft smile before dismissing the idea with a hand wave.
Shoto wanted to say something. To ask her what exactly was her problem, but he couldn't.
He shouldn't, is more like it.
Amami slowly began to lower her head onto her desk. Her forehead touched the surface and as a response, she closed her eyes. She sat there, still, for the rest of class. Even though she was trying too, she didn't fall asleep once.
Shoto couldn't help but connect her actions to their conversation yesterday. Was she acting this was because of what happened?
...
Shoto rolled his eyes away from her.
Not my problem in the slightest...
CANDYCANE LOVER
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!chapter secrets!
🌸 Bakugo voted for himself to be class representative and Chihiro to be his vice. Sero mistakenly commented on it...He went missing later that day.
🌸 Denki was one of the students to help Chihiro to her seat; He has decided to never to wash his hand again after she touched it.
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