Ch.5 Thud

                                    

                                          
(Y/N) POV
                          
               As soon as Yagi leaves, I quietly shut my door. I look at my clock that was hanging beside the T.V. it's 1:00 A.M. Great, rubbing my eyes I make my way towards my bedroom turning off all my lights as I go. I flop down on my comfy bed and smothering my face into my pillows. Letting my mind wander off to the events that happened only a few minutes ago. All I can think about is Yagi, his sharp face, intense blue eyes, blonde hair, and sunken features. My face starts to heat up, I roll off of my bed with a thud.
                          
                Laying on the floor of my dark room. I look over at my desk. Sitting on the top is my bag. I stand up and turn on my table lamp. Picking up my art bag and examining the damage. The rip was even bigger and beyond repair, the side had ripped further down making the bottom seams come undone. On the other side was blood, probably from Yagi when I hit him. I don't have work today I guess I can go buy a new one later. Emptying my bag out on my desk, making sure nothing has fallen out. 
                          
               Everything is here, grabbing my sketchbook and a pencil. I sit down in my chair and start to draw. I think about all of Yagi's features and put it down on the page. Every single detail I could remember, holding the drawing up closer to the light. It looked off for some reason, if any stranger looked at it they would probably think it's an exact copy. The way Yagi looks in the drawing is so cold, it doesn't have much life to it. Closing my book and standing up. I walk back over to my bed and set my alarm for 10:00 a.m. in the day. Climbing back in bed, I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
                          
Toshinori Yagi's (POV)
                          
             I open my eyes to see the light from my alarm clock flashing, 10:30 a.m. Jolting up suddenly, I'm late! Grabbing the phone of my table and putting it in my pocket. I run out of my door and quickly lock it. I run towards U.A. as fast as I can. Arriving at U.A. taking a minute to catch my breath. Looking up I see that the gates are locked. Pulling my phone out of my pocket. It's Saturday, face-palming I head towards the nearby shopping district.