▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Kusuo our beloved coffee jelly psychic is reincarnated into a world where people have quirks, how will he deal with the upcoming disasters?
Credit to: @IHateNoises for the inspiration artwork, and plot (all credits...
A/n: Sup! I got an art from someone so here it is!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
This was made by BOOMBOOMBOOM- Thank you so much for this art, it's amazing! (Your Japanese writing is a lot better than mine lol:)
Now into the chapter!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The Disastrous Internships: Day 3
3rd Person's POV:
Another day of internships for the first-year students of UA. It's 12:00 AM, and some of the students were eating lunch. Others were being lectured, or were ordered around by pro heroes. While some of them were training like their lives depended on it, or were training like they gave up on life already. But can you guess what the main character of this fic is doing?
Eating? No. Training? No. Watching TV? No. Sleeping? Of course. After all, he's a lazy ass in this book anyways.
The birds are chirping, the sunlight is blinding, but in a room that's barely illuminated by sunlight, Kusuo is lying on his bed, hugging his pillow loosely, refusing to get up and start his day. Why, you may ask? It is physically impossible, at least for the psychic, since the pink-haired boy is too comfortable in his bed.
You might be wondering if this is a good thing or a bad thing? It's a good thing for the strawberry-headed boy, but also a bad thing for his companions who are waiting for him downstairs in the breakfast hall. He snuggled up in his soft fluffy dark-grey comforters, and yawned softly.
His petite body stretched, covering the whole bed. The psychic began to think about how much longer it would be until someone would wake him up. Does he want it to happen? Hell no. So he continued sleeping.
If he had to rate the bed it would be the best. The sheets were soft. The blanket was hella comfy. The pillows were better than the hotel pillows from the Embassy hotel in America.
