i hate this feeling of not knowing what you're feeling

for absolutely no reason, both you and denki hated the other. it was one of those feelings you didn't think about very much. he disliked you, and you disliked him -- there wasn't much to it. seen either bickering or ignoring the other, many of your peers have tried to get you two to interact in a more friendly way, but it never seems to work out.

the many times you have called his brain diminutive, he has retorted back about your horrible personality. bicker, bicker, bicker. that is all you will get from the two of you. and for no conscious reason. the moment you had first stepped into the classroom known as 1-a, a strong link of hate had formed between denki and yourself. maybe you hated the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of women, or how stupid he was. proof of that was the way he was always ranked at the bottom of the class, even with yaoyorozu's endless study sessions.

perhaps it was a cruel twist of fate. the world laughing in your faces. it could possibly be that your teachers got tired of you and decided to silently punish you for your actions. though you couldn't think of anything . . . horrible you had done recently. but all you know, is that when mr. aizawa called out the groups, matching denki and your name together, you knew that the next month of your life was going to be complete hell.

after complaining to eraser head, nothing budged his decision, and you had finally given up when he gave you that look he always gives the class. and so, steeling your sanity, mental strength, and will, you forced yourself to work together with the class idiot.

the two of you were currently sitting in the commons of the dorms, materials laid out in front of both of you on the table as you sat on opposing seats, silently staring at said table, waiting for the other to speak up as a gloom fogged up the area. metaphorically.