Y/N was just an ordinary student who began his first year at Shujin Academy. During the first day of school, Y/N was taken to the nursing room after a group of delinquents ambushed the lad.
Y/N was taken to the nursing room, and as he was in the roo...
(As the duo stepped into the hallway, Y/N's heart plummeted into a pit of unease. The corridor stretched out before them like a sinister labyrinth, its shadows whispering secrets of foreboding. The sunlight streamed through the windows in stark beams, piercing the dimness like the cold, watchful eyes of a thousand unseen observers. The once familiar hallways now seemed to morph into a twisted maze, each corner concealing potential threats, amplifying the sense of dread that clawed at Y/N's chest.)
Y/N: Tha... That's the hallways?... Oh man you've gotta be kidding me right now?
(Hiroshi looked at Y/N, and instead of him giving him a grudgeful tone he decided to comfort him.)
Hiroshi: Come on buddy, nothing bad will ever happen to us. Besides, who on earth would even go here in this freaky hallways anyways... It's just us here pal. (Y/N was pulled by Hiroshi to his side.) Come on pal, i'll protect you.
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(As Y/N and Hiroshi were walking, they saw lockers beside them... And to Y/N's surprise, he saw graffiti's on the locker doors. Y/N didn't say a word to Hiroshi, he just kept his lips zipped.)
Y/N: (Inner monologue) Come on Y/N, just follow Hiroshi and things will be all okay.
(Then Hiroshi stopped.)
Hiroshi: There... This will be out locker now, at least it's not like the same as the other ones we saw earlier, hopefully you'll feel comfortable now because were going to share this locker.
Y/N: I... I feel okay Hiroshi.
(Hiroshi strode with purpose opening his new locker, a sanctuary for his and Y/N's thoughts and belongings. The metal jaws of his locker yawning open at his touch, welcoming the weight of their belongings within its confines.
But, amidst the quiet routine, a cacophony of footsteps disrupted the solitude.
Barricade, Crowbar, Crankcase, and Soundwave, their presence tangible in the air, approached with a rhythm of mischief, snapping fingers like a clandestine symphony. Meanwhile, on the Blade, Shenhe, Albedo, and Zhongli orchestrated a percussion of frustration, their fists hammering against lockers, an impatient drumbeat in the symphony of chaos.)
Hiroshi: (Inner monologue) Barricade and the others, They're real!?... Oh man, i guess i should have listened to what Y/N told me.
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