The compartment was peaceful and dangerously tranquil, the sunlight had drowned down, casting the room in a dim atmosphere. The weather out the room had deviated, skies dark, as though it was bound to pour soon.

Two youngsters sitting beside each other with very little space and even less chatting wordlessly minded their own business. The younger one nervously caressed her fingers and reached out for a small sip, the male glared at the girl stiffly gulping down her fruity juice, studying her from the corner of his vermillion eyes, the white cookies with black spots looking just as appealing as the shade of the beverage.

The blonde boy disapprovingly looks away, placing his elbow on the hand of the crouch and sloping his head on a closed fist.

"Don't you like biscuits?" She suddenly implored, trimming the borderline awkward air in the hall.

"No, I don't like anything sweet." He grumbled, answering without a thought.

"Oh. I see." She didn't wish to know him so she did not ask for anything else. Until she realized something, somewhat rudely inquiring.

"When will you leave?"

His face showed all the anger she required to infer, irritated by her procession of rebellion. Harshly and plainly, he said near her.

"I'm not leaving yet."

Her face now hardened, narrowing her eyes at his disgruntled attitude, saying, "Won't your mom be upset if you arrive home late?" She questioned, he leaned back into the sofa, "If you are trying to get rid of me, nice try, I'm not going so soon, not until I've made something clear." He sternly finished.

That earned him a puzzling rise of her eyebrows, "that is?"

"You shouldn't talk back to me. Ever." He senselessly demanded, expecting to add more to his statement and he sourly carried on.

"Don't ever question me either." He stated, swiftly turning his face from her sight and grumpily scowling at the painted white walls. She internally opposed but otherwise didn't say anything outwards to her bully in the house.

Both did not discourse any opinion for a short while. Heart thumping and hands thoughtlessly clenched.

Steadily, raindrops chimed from the surface, the aroma of damp mud and water encompassing the area, visibly the frazzled party eased up eyes directed towards the wide glass window offering a look outside the undisturbed home, the female's saddened gaze softened, forgetting who she was with, what she was doing, what she has been attempting to prevent.

It was an unspoken mutual coalition to remain still. Watching the dewdrops tumbling from the gloomy blue.

And then, it seemed like everything was okay. At least to her.

The next forenoon, it was showering, the climate frigid and parkways drenched with water, she wore stockings, which didn't help much took her orange-red umbrella, bouncing the rain off as she wandered to school, briefly seeing the bright-lit shops on the route, illuminated signs and flashy tunes leaking out of the closed doors.

Broad groups of people espousing their way to work and fewer students like her, she disliked needing to go to school at moments like these, wanting to relish in quietness with the rain, a cup of cocoa milk but concluded everyone must be thinking the same. On a cold day, she just wants to relax and not step out with extra coatings or additional layering of clothes.

Plus, her institute appeared depressing.

"Class! Do not play in the rain when school ends, you'll catch a cold." Advised the middle-aged man, planting a gruff gaze into everyone's mind, but, don't they all do what they are not supposed to? It was the first class, in their going to be a long day at their bleak school, she couldn't focus because it was so frosty and she felt like falling asleep right there and then.

Today she got fortunate and sat back behind the greenette, behind his mumbling voice. It was sorta bothering, kinda not, she wasn't concentrating in the first place, to begin with.

Now, she could progress without having to look at Katsuki during class hours. It was bliss. She was silently thanking the black-haired girl who called her underwear out and sorta commenced to dislike her entirely, the girl had already settled in her seat upon entering, and bitterly demanded she took her seat instead. The reason being, her mumbling friend who couldn't shut his mouth. 

The jokes on her, she was perfectly content with sitting away from her blonde bully.

In addition, the greenette was a considerable help as he muttered aspects she missed and worked as a copying agent for her. Not trying to take unfair advantage, what she was hoping to drag across was that she loved this seat. If there was a stronger word than love, she would use it to describe this seat.

Silently, she poked a finger at the timid boy blinking with anticipatory eyes, he faced her within a second, staring at her with a wide gape.

"Can you give me your notebook real quick? I did not write the solution earlier, please." She requested and he eagerly incited, quickly handing her his notebook and, hers. Just so they couldn't be suspected by their prying teacher.

She had shamefully done that a couple of times throughout the day.

She was extremely unenthusiastic.

Unbeknownst to the chaos about to be concocted under their nose.

"Dude, I saw your girlfriend and Deku exchange notes!" One of Katsuki's side-buddies exclaimed out of the doors. The blonde boy instantly veered around with an irate glint.

"Huh?" He taunted.

The talking boy spreading news halts for a moment, nervously chuckling and proceeding with a second thought.

"Your girlfriend... And Deku sharing notebooks..." He sounded like he was questioning himself.

Katsuki grimaced, uttering nothing of significance and moving to descend the stairs. The friend simply stood there, watching the blonde abandon him.

Back in class, the young girl was dozing on the desk. Being pruned off by a hand, shaking her torso, she drowsily looked up at grey eyes, an unpleased expression, and downright glaring at her form.

"What?" She whispered, closing one eye to focus on the female.

"We need to talk." The girl replied.

She indolently dismantled her spoken speech, noticing the defensive posture her classmate was posing, she inquired, "About what?"

"About everything."

With that, not letting her respond she walked away from her table and crossed the threshold of their classroom. She didn't even look back at her.

She glanced over at her friend and raised a question. "What was that about?"

The boy shyly looked away.

She had forgotten to ask when, where, what, and the girl didn't even say it herself.

So, eventually, throughout the classes.

She had forgotten.

After school, she was just about to exit the classroom hoping to ceremoniously bypass her two gossiping classmates unspotted and not have her solace snatched away from her. Just as she is celebrating her successful withdrawal without any needed speech, the two females grin and loosen up their sugarcoated words. "Sweetheart! We've been waiting for you!" they shouted in the hallway, catching up to her retreating form just about to sprint. 

"So your lover's friends asked us to take you to the karaoke. We insist that you join us!" the white-haired girl exclaimed, invading her personal space. She instantly leaned backward, fluttering her eyes, their fake modest expression sending all sorts of alarms. 

"Uh... Thanks but I'd rather go home and take some rest." She truthfully confessed, imposing a semi-fake smile, and saw their attitude wavered, she learned they were expecting something.

"What? That's so lame though, you should come with us instead, it would be so much more fun." They muttered, sulked by her denial. That must have impaired their ego.

"Thanks, I appreciate it but I'd stay at home." She said, immediately removing her smile upon showing them her back and receding out of the scene.

They shortly dropped their grins as well.

EARLIER THAT DAY

"Hey ladies, think you up for a challenge?" Dared the boy one of Katsuki's side-buddies, hands in their pockets, a flirtatious glint and a cunning smirk, shoulders slumped.

The two girls, one entering a defensive posture faced the boys, narrowed cyan stern eyes watching them while the other female aside from her had an enthusiastic gleam on her face.

"And what's that?" She jovially asked, mischievously glowing at the sight of synthetic drama.

"Getting Katsuki's girlfriend to come to the karaoke." They countered. They amuse themselves with a surprised pair of eyes.

"That chick? She's so shameless, why do you wanna make this bet anyway?"

"Cause we thought we could be generous to let you in some drama, you know, make some friends and enemies along the way."

They blinked, and then it linked.

"You mean, she doesn't know that he considers her his girlfriend?" They assumed, clearly swerving towards skepticism.

The boys laughed, saying sharp words with a smile that amused the two girls.

"He's a lovesick puppy for her at this point, the poor guy thinks he's the best or something, too bad she's gonna hate him more, come on, we can cause some mayhem!" They encouraged with mislaid motivation.

The girls glanced at each other and then proceeded to near them, smiling in sound agreement.

Quite unfortunate, that their plans wouldn't succeed in the end.

She strolled homeward, with a neutral facade watching her moving dark shoes and mind at peace, content with her conclusion to not indulge in any unsavory activity. Her features were washed in orange hues, her hair open to freely roam with the gratifying breeze, cooling her ample skin and reducing all grudges from her head.

But only to be abruptly discontinued by a stone not any larger than an eraser.

She pivoted her pointy gaze at the person and was not surprised to discover her bully louring and closing in on her with palpable malice, she meekly shouted, "Why are you here?" Just to receive a soft blow to the arm by his bag grasped in his veiny fist.

"Didn't I tell you not to question me?"

He sneered, she simply held her tongue, throwing him a hasty glare and shifting back to pursue her trail toward home.

He contemns her attitude and intentionally follows behind her.

She glanced, then sough.

"You don't have to come and tutor me every day, you know." She started, her initial maintained ease just slipping out of her custody. He smirked, saying.

"I heard you were needing a lot of help from a nerd today." She curtly paused her thoughts, eyeing him sideways.

"Well, I was having trouble hearing from the back." She told an untruth.

He seemed smart enough to ask.

"Then why did you switch places." He demanded an ethical explanation for her very sudden reversal of actions.

She nonchalantly responded, "It wasn't me who wanted to change it, it was that black-haired girl, who out of the blue wanted to have my seat instead."

"Black-haired chick? And you did it for her?" He stressed his displeasure, head tilting in and a firm downside smile.

"She didn't give me a choice." She frankly just gave him a direct answer, not beating around the bush and conveying the facts without a thought.

He visibly frowned.