𝘠𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸❁ᵇⁿʰᵃ

❁ Wrong number ❁

i really don't know what i'm doing but i'm having fun regardless :) also it took me 30 minutes to figure out how to make the texting work yall are welcome

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When Y/n got home later that afternoon, she decided to message Denki, planning on sending him memes. Little did she know, her dumbass typed the number in backwards, getting her english and japanese mixed up again.

H2Hoe
hey its ya boi uhh skinny penis
heyy reply b
>:(
[Delivered] ✔✔

XXXXX-XXXXXX
who tf is this
you got the wrong number
[Delivered] ✔✔

H2Hoe
this is Y/n L/n
you aren't Denki are you
[Delivered] ✔✔

ʜ2ʜᴏᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ xxxxx-xxxxxx'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ

Not Denki
oh god how have i got someone from 1-a's number
im blocking you
[Delivered]✔✔

H2Hoe
wait don't go i have memes
also i'm guessing you're from U.A
spill the tea sis
???
[Delivered] ✔✔

Not Denki
yep i am
Shinso Hitoshi
k you have memes nvm ur good
im gonna take a nap
find me at school or w/ ever
[Delivered] ✔✔

ʜ2ʜᴏᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ 'ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ' ᴛᴏ 'ꜱʜɪɴʏ ʜᴏᴇ'

H2Hoe:
k
ily see you tmr xx
[Read]: 14:20

Y/n figured out her mistake, and did eventually message the right Denki, but didn't regret it one bit. Finally, someone who was as crackhead as her! Perhaps he'd mastered the art of staying so very still, he was naked to the human eye? She figured she'd find him at school either way, and since he knew she was in 1-A she figured he was probably also a first year.

❁ Timeskip ❁

Y/n walked into the classroom, and began walking to her desk. Due to the fact that she was half tired, she didn't see the bag that was on the floor, not properly under the desk, and promptly tripped and fell straight to the floor, wacking her arm on a desk and landing in an undignified heap on the floor. 'Oh my god kill me please.' She groaned, picking herself up off the floor, and realised she had everyone's attention on her, which was about 15 people. Great.

"Uhh nothin to see here folks... the desk is okay." She forced a grin and wobbled over to her desk, collapsing into the chair. She looked over and noticed that the desk she had fallen into was none other than the peppermint haired boy. He, along with nearly everyone else, was still looking at her. "Sorry about your desk, uh my bad." She said, not really sure what to say. "It's fine." He stated, and looked away. 'Friendly.' Y/n thought.