Sakura sits perfectly tense and perfectly relaxed at the same time, watching the humming animal principal make tea. She quickly glances at where her homeroom teacher sat, taking a sip from his coffee.
"Is there a reason why you wanted t'see me?" Sakura asks, carefully making sure her voice wasn't showing how tense she actually was. She's fine. Hopefully.
There are no blues around at least.
"There seems to be some discrepancies in your file that I hope to clear up with you, Wakahisa-san!" Nezu exclaims handing a cup of tea over to Sakura. She slowly grabs it and takes a small sip.
"There shouldn't be," She comments warily. "What're these... discrepancies?"
"Your parents, Tetsutetsu Izo and Tetsutetsu Tsubame, you don't have the same last name," He says cheerfully, lifting a sheet of paper. Sakura narrows her eyes at the talking animal, rolling her wrist.
"It's in my file why we have different last names, Nezu-Sensei. What's the other reason why you wanted t'see me?" She asks bluntly, placing her cup on its saucer harsher than she meant to. She takes a deep breath and politely places her tea on the table in front of her.
"There were many things happening 'round my adoption. The entire process was–an' still is–legal. My parents and my brother're good people," Sakura says quietly and rolls her wrist again. "Whoever it is your looking for, it's not them."
"I apologise if I offended you," Nezu says brightly before taking a sip of his tea. Sakura scoffs quietly before grabbing her tea to take another sip.
"Wakahisa isn't that common of a last name, is it?" Sakura freezes right as she is about to sip her tea. Slowly, she sets down her cup and looks up. Her gold eyes are dark with anger.
Sakura takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She relaxes her shoulders, mentally counting to ten.
"I remember a student that attended this school. Hero Course and in Class 2-A. An incredibly bright student," Nezu continues on without being bothered by Sakura's anger. "If I remember, his name was Wakahisa Re–"
"Don't mention his name near me. Ever." The pink haired teenager's eyes were smoldering as she tightly grips the tea cup, almost breaking it.
"He's dead. So are my par–so are them. We can't change it, so don't fucking mention it," Sakura doesn't hold back her bluntness, giving the animal principal a harsh glare. She sets down her tea, glaring down at her heavily shaking hands.
"Sakura! Sakura, you have to go. Run. Run and don't look back."
"If fucking with my emotions is all you needed, I'm leaving." Sakura stands up and walks towards the door. She stops right before she opens the door and turns her head slightly. Her face was completely blank, eyes glazed over.
The Commission.
"...Use Tetsutetsu as my last name in the Sports Festival and in my file." She opens the door and walks out, muscles tensed.
This day couldn't get any fucking worse.
You know what? Tyche, thank you for reminding me not to jinx myself. Definitely appreciate it.
Sakura growls under her breath as she is almost elbowed in the face, again. Alarms were loudly blaring and giving her a migraine and all of the panicking was making her so annoyed.
"You good Spades?" Tetsutetsu asks worriedly, blocking someone about to barrel into the shorter girl. Sakura gives him a smoldering glare, roughly pushing the person in front of her away.
"You ask me one more fucking time..." Tetsutetsu leans back slightly, arms slightly raised in surrender. Sakura groans loudly when she feels her phone vibrate before taking it out.
Takami:
Hey! How's it going with the UA breach? :-P –Read
What the fuck. –Delivered.
It's just the reporters btw. I'm seeing it live right now. –Read
Thx ig. –Delivered
Sakura rolls her eyes and puts her phone back in her pocket. She glances up and sees Tenya standing like the exit sign man on top of the doorway.
"What the hell did I miss?" Sakura asks incredulously, making Tetsutetsu snicker.
"You're classmate calmed down the crowd. Who are you texting?" He asks curiously. Sakura shrugs while she watches the crowd slowly disperse.
"Tell you later. We have any Messages today?"
Tetsutetsu shakes his head while they walk back to the cafeteria. "Nope, but Cremator and Shifter are back from undercover." Sakura perks up at the mention of the other members of their family.
"Mom's making a welcome back dinner for 'em," The silver haired teenager says with a smile. Sakura smiles brightly and nods her head.
"By Tyche, it's been months since we've seen them," Sakura says while glancing up at her best friend. He laughs lightly and nods his head.
"Yeah. I heard from Smarts that they won't be given that big of a job for a couple years," Tetsutetsu says, wrapping an arm around Sakura's shoulders.
"Tetsutetsu-kun, Wakahisa-san," Itsuka greets as the partners walk by. The pink haired teenager smiles and gives a small wave.
A 15 year old boy with blonde hair, pale purple eyes with white pupils, and fair skin scoffs loudly and gives the short girl a disgusted glare. "Tetsutetsu, why are you fraternizing with the enemy? She's 1-A scum!"
"Saki-chan, this is Monoma Neito. He's 1-B's resident headache. Monoma-kun, this is my sister," Tetsutetsu introduces the two. Sakura raises an eyebrow at the disgust Neito shows her.
"Wakahisa Sakura," Sakura greets, "is he serious?"
Tetsutetsu shrugs. "I have no idea. He's been like this the entire time."
He seems fucking batshit. I like him.
"Well, I have gotta go. I have a feeling someone in my class is about to do something stupid. Nice meeting you, Monoma-kun. Good seeing you Kendō-san." Sakura ducks from under Tetsutetsu's arm and starts walking towards where most of her classmates had gathered.
She grunts in surprise when she runs into an abnormally tall boy. She stumbles back, but doesn't fall.
"Sorry," Sakura walks around the teenager, glancing at him when he walks away without a word. He had crazy, bright purple hair, purple eyes, and pale skin.
Weird.
Hey! Hope you like the new chapter. USJ is happening soon. With all of my books, I am always so excited for USJ. I don't know why.
I hope you all like the story so far, and apologies if it's so slow. Bye!
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