French toast (Aoyama x fem!reader) DISCONTINUED

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"(n)?...(n)!"

I hear a hushed voice call out to me.

I groggily turn my head to the side and open my eyes only to see every person in class staring at me.

Damn. I must've fallen asleep in class.

"Miss (ln) would you care to tell the class why you were sleeping?"
My English teacher Mrs. Darien loudly asks me.

"Uh..um I was," I stutter
I can't tell her the truth- I was up all night editing my latest video so I could get it published before sunrise

Which I did by the way
(Not that it's important)

"That's what I thought. Stay after class. Translate this sentence?" She yet again drawls on.

I look to the board to see a sentence shakily written in English.
Luckily for me, I am fluent in three languages:

Japanese, French and English.

"The sentence says, my favourite food is chips, but sometimes I prefer to eat chicken on the weekend." I sleepily groan.

"...correct. Now who can tell me why the past tense of to eat is? Stacey?"

"Ate."

"Correct now if we wanted to write a sentence in the past tense, we would-"

I just tuned everything else out and stared at the girl in front of me's hair

It was blond.

•••

"Miss (ln) you still need to stay after class."

I groan and put my head down on the desk once more, trying to ignore the giggles and looks that are thrown my way.

Just another bonus of going to a rich-kid school, the bullying really steps it's pussy up.

"Listen (n), I didn't ask you to stay to punish you."

I raise my head from the desk at that.

"I asked you to stay because I'm worried about you. Everyday I see that you're becoming more and more tired and just...down. I was wondering if there's anything going on at home?"

I take a deep breath.

"There is. I... I never wanted to go to this school. My parents made me. They also made me try out for UA before this but...I didn't get in. My quirk is so useless! And they think so too. They tell me every day when they visit how much of a disappointment I am. That's why they're never around. Sometimes I just have no idea what to do."

I wipe away tears that I didn't notice I had and sniff pathetically.

"Well let me talk to your parents, I'm sure that they'd-"

"No!"
Four of my arms cling to her shoulders in an attempt to make her understand.

"You can't...it'll just make it worse. Plus they're away a lot and when they come back it's just for a few days. Don't bother."

"Well this is very serious. I believe I have to-"

"No. Please no." I stand up and run out of the room, covering my miserable face with my weak multiple arms.

And run all the way to my empty, dismal home.