Astro Field Guide

The sound of an alarm woke me from my deep sleep. I groaned into my pillow as I rolled over, swatting my hand around to turn off the annoyance. After a few attempts, I proved successful and turned back into my covers. But, my sleep was short-lived as footsteps approached my door. “Awake from your coma Sleeping Beauty,” called a feminine voice, light, and teasing. I knew it was my mom, so I ignored it. The click of the doorknob reverberated through the room, and something hard hit my back. I yelped and turned around. “What the hell?!” My mom stood a few feet away from me, her arms crossed across her chest, a frown on her face. “You heard me. And I heard the alarm go off, then it stopped. Besides, you have school today mija.” Hispanic moms are something else, and I’m not planning on starting off the day with a sore ass. “Sì Mamì…” I mumbled, sliding out of my comfort space. She turned towards the door and sighed. “Children these days, no respect.” As she headed downstairs, I grabbed my uniform and went into the bathroom to shower. I’d be starting a new school today, for the third time. Apparently, it was the best school in the state, AKA, my last chance. Marie-Jane Academia for the Gifted. It was a private school with a low acceptance rate, and if you were enrolled, you had a guaranteed shot of getting into an Ivy League School. All the more reason for me to go, right? Wrong. It was totally against my will, but seeing as it was my last choice, I had no say. The warm water ran down my body and I released a sigh. My hands ran through my hair, scrubbing the previous day’s filth from my scalp.

After I stepped out of the shower, it didn’t take long for me to dress. Since Marie-Jane is a uniform school, I wouldn’t have to try and figure out what to wear. Although I hated not having creative expression for my clothes, it did feel nice to not throw on some random clothing from my laundry hamper, which I prayed was clean. The smell of bacon drifted into my nose, and my body just moved. I bounded down the stairs, sliding into the kitchen on wheels. A small orange bottle flew through the air and I caught it, quickly popping open the lid and grabbing a small red pill. I tossed it into my mouth and swallowed it dry. It had become routine, me taking my suppressants, that I can just swallow it dry. Mamì slid the last of the eggs from the pan onto my plate. My lunch box sat next to my breakfast. “Buenos Dìaz my beautiful daughter,” she cooed, resting her elbows on the counter as I slid into my seat at the kitchen island. “Morning Mom…” I replied hesitantly before picking up a piece of bacon. Chewing slowly, I kept my gaze on the plate below me. What could she want from me this morning? It’s only 7. “Mija, you're aware this is the last school you can attend, correct?”  Her tone made me feel like I was 7 again, which pissed me off. “I’m well aware, actually. I didn’t want to go there, but alas, I’ve been enrolled,” I replied sarcastically, crunching on my bacon once again. Damn, this is burnt. Eyebrows furrowing, mom pulled the plate towards her. “Don’t make me throw something at you. You’ll go to school with a welt in the shape of a shoe.” She waited a few moments before pushing the food back to me. Sighing, I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Yes ma’am.” Well, now I wasn’t hungry, but still choked down and swallowed the rest. I wasn’t looking forward to my commute to school. It was a 20 minute drive, and knowing my rusty car, it would probably break down on the way. Can’t complain though, at least I have some mode of transportation besides a bike. Grabbing my keys and hat, I opened the door. “Heading out now!” I called, stepping out. “Try not to run any pedestrians over this time,” she responded, chuckling. “No promises.”

My car shook from the intensity of the bass from my speakers as I belted along with the music playing loudly. Singing gave me a sense of tranquility and calmed my nerves down a bit. I rarely have first day jitters, but apparently, since this school is my last option, my mind wants to fill itself with the worst possible scenarios. I made a promise to my mom, and my previous school’s counselor that I would try to be on my best behavior. Now that I think about it, that was a bad idea. I will definitely fight someone here, but who? That’s to be determined for my future. As I rounded the corner a block away, my eyes widened at the glistening building before me. I knew my school would be rich, but damn, it’s a whole apartment complex. I was to move into the dorms here, per my mother’s demand. Maybe more space to crochet. We could leave campus whenever, as long as we came back before curfew, which just means we can’t leave our buildings past 11. That wouldn’t be an issue since I don’t plan on leaving campus besides visiting Mami. The main building sat in the front, which also made it hard to miss. I was almost blinded by the damn thing. Students were trickling in slowly by the time I parked. Adjusting my tie, I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and walked through the double doors. Voices echoed through the corridor as groups of students, ranging from 9th to 12th, chatted amongst themselves. “Where’s the damn office…” I mumbled softly, looking around. My eyes caught on a person waving, and at first, I thought they were waving at someone else, so I ignored them. But then they called my name. “Ashton! Over here!” I snapped my head back to see them walking over, a smile on their face. Eventually, they stopped a few inches from me, extending their hand. I took in his facial features. Skin as pale as a porcelain doll, lips as red as a geisha, hair as black as the night sky. All I could think was, ‘He’s beautiful.’ “I’m Indria, but everyone calls me Indie. I’ll be your guide for today.” He smiled brightly. As we shook hands, I tilted my head. “Well you already know my name, so where to go first?”

At first, Hanako will keep his distance when nodding off, not wanting to end up leaning on you and making you feel uncomfortable

You end up noticing after a while and sit him down for a brief conversation, expressing that it was okay if he fell asleep on your shoulder or lap

As you as you give the green light, he’ll often hug you tight in bed, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck

On the couch, he’ll stretch out like a cat and lie on your lap, a bright smile on his lips

Nene will cuddle with you, not matter the occasion

She likes to play with your hair as you doze off

Whether it be fussing with your hair, clothing, or even your hands, sleep manages to take over when she does it

Nene prefers to hug you while she sleeps, imagining you as a stuffed bear

Kou is definitely a shy one

Much like Hanako, he’ll be tentative at first about sleeping on you, not sure if you’ll mind

Lucky for him, you initiate by lying on his lap and smiling up at him

He’ll blush madly before stroking your hair softly, humming

He may be a shy one, but Kou sure is affectionate

Kou will never admit this, but without you there by his side, he doesn’t sleep very well

The building towered over Y/N, giving an intimidating feel. Compared to other educational facilities, this one takes the cake. Students walked around, muttering insults that they were standing in the way. The uniform felt a bit tacky, but they did get issued the boy’s uniform. The last thing they ever wanted was to wear a skirt. 

Too feminine for my taste, they thought.

After a few minutes, they managed to get their body moving inside. The hallways were large in width and height as if someone over 9’0 was attending. Kids chatted as they made their way to class. Placing a hand on their chest and centering her breathing, Y/N looked at their schedule. Their homeroom was a first-year classroom. St. Mary Jane’s applied for their transfer after a particular incident led to their expulsion. At least the VP was nice enough to switch them to another school before the removal was official. Their tio was disappointed but relieved that Y/N wouldn’t have to be home-schooled. 

What is with this school? they groaned.

They spent ten minutes trying to find where the first years were. So far, they’d only seen second and third years along with the staff. They were sure they’d recognize at least one having watched the sports festival from their home! Then again, their homeroom teacher or at least one of them is well known for never going by the book. Sighing, Y/N decided to approach a student and ask where their homeroom was. They were particularly trying to avoid human interaction as much as possible, but this was the only other option. The first one they spotted was a boy with curly, green hair. His eyes are emerald green, sparkling in the light. Freckles dotted his cheeks in a diamond shape. He was walking at a quick pace, most likely trying not to be late. Waving, Y/N called out for his attention.

“Excuse me, may I ask you a question?” The boy paused mid-step and walked over.

“Sure! What do you need?” He tilted his head, reminding Y/N of a puppy.

“I’m looking for Class 1-A. I’m new and just got transferred. I’ve never been on campus before and no one gave me a map.”

His eyes brightened as he smiled. “You’re in my homeroom! I could escort you there.”

They didn’t notice this before, but the boy was a little shorter than them. Smiling slightly, they placed a hand on his head. He looked up, a tint of red coloring his cheeks. 

“Well- uh- Follow me!” He stuttered before walking down the hall. Y/N followed close behind, watching as the boy’s hair bounced with every step. They had to resist the urge to pet it, wondering how soft it was. Less than five minutes later, they had reached their destination. A number of voices could be heard from outside the classroom. 

“Here we are, Class 1-A!” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before his eyes widened in realization. 

“I just realized that I never told you my name! Izuku Midoriya, Hero name Deku!” The boy extended his hand. Y/N took it and they shook hands.

“I’m Y/N, transfer student. Heard they kicked a kid out and replaced me with them.”

Izuku chuckled. “Yeah, Mineta. He got caught in the girls locker room more than enough times.” Y/N frowned.

That sounds disgusting, they grimaced.

“Well, I’ll head in before you-” He was cutoff by Y/N pulling him into a side hug.