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Three Ways to Study Anatomy, Part 1: The Usual Way Chapter Seven: To Smash, or Not to Smash ~ You woke the next day with a pounding headache and an unpleasant twisting feeling in your gut. The alarm clock on your bedside told you you’d slept past noon. You groaned. You wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep but now you were awake, you could hear muffled voices from the kitchen and decided it was probably time to get up. “Look who’s finally awake,” Nami teased as you entered the common area. “How do you feel?” “Awful,” you sighed, slumping down into a chair beside her. “Remind me why people drink, again?” Sabo chuckled. “Because we’re young and impulsive and don’t think about consequences?” “Maybe you are,” you muttered, smiling gratefully as Sanji set a glass of water and two Advil down on the table in front of you and went back to the frying pan sizzling at the stove. You looked around the table. Nami, Sabo and Sanji were perhaps more subdued than normal, but seemed

Three Ways to Study Anatomy, Part 1: The Usual Way Chapter Seven: To Smash, or Not to Smash ~ You woke the next day with a pounding headache and an unpleasant twisting feeling in your gut. The alarm clock on your bedside told you you’d slept past noon. You groaned. You wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep but now you were awake, you could hear muffled voices from the kitchen and decided it was probably time to get up. “Look who’s finally awake,” Nami teased as you entered the common area. “How do you feel?” “Awful,” you sighed, slumping down into a chair beside her. “Remind me why people drink, again?” Sabo chuckled. “Because we’re young and impulsive and don’t think about consequences?” “Maybe you are,” you muttered, smiling gratefully as Sanji set a glass of water and two Advil down on the table in front of you and went back to the frying pan sizzling at the stove. You looked around the table. Nami, Sabo and Sanji were perhaps more subdued than normal, but seemed

The passing view was as beautiful as [y/n]’s side profile. No, she was more stunning than that. The warm orange-ray rest softly on her skin, illuminating her silky locks and giving [y/n] a healthy glow, outlining every curve of perfection. Like the view of a majestic setting sun to artists, that was what [y/n] was to him, the muse to his heart. Todoroki had made up his mind to just address the matter and resolve the tension between the two, but upon seeing just how divine [y/n] look just by simply breathing, every word he wanted to say got stuck in his throat. “You wanted to speak to me, Shoto?” [y/n] asked calmly, giving him a wary look. It was understandable after Todoroki analysed his own actions, it was wrong of him to accuse [y/n] of loving his late brother. The past was the past, even if memories of Toya were all fresh in the princess’s mind. Even if it was The Oracle’s god-like Quirk that saved [y/n] from her neverending cycle of haunting nightmares, it did not mean she was

Your brother, Kohta, sighed, his eyes on the book in his hand and the other hand close to yours, pinkies touching. The door opened and his dark eyes looked up, seeing the neighbour’s son and a slightly taller boy with monochrome hair. Having met Keiji before and heard you speaking of your boyfriend from time to time when the both of you were alone, he gathered this boy would be him. He welcomed them with a nod, his lips a thin line. He didn’t want to repeat what he had to tell the officers, medical staff and your homeroom teacher. He had forgotten how important a homeroom teacher was in Japan. The taller boy, Koutarou, grabbed a chair and sat on your other side, his brows furrowed as he grabbed your hand, mindful of the IV tubes. After a little bit, Kou looked at your brother, his gaze firing question after question at the older male, but not voicing them. After a little while, Kohta sighed, closed his book and stood. Keiji didn’t mind him, but Koutaoru followed the older male out