I got back to the bar and decided to try on my uniform.

I ripped open the bag and revealed two different uniforms.

The first was the uniform I was to wear everyday.

It consisted of a white button up with black strips on the shoulders.

A dark navy/green skirt.

A red tie.

And a gray suit jacket.

I put the outfit on, along with some tall socks that I had for cold days.

They had gotten the wrong size jacket. It was too small. I won't wear it for the first day until I can ask them to get me a jacket that actually fits.

After fixing the uniform lazily, I walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the cracked mirror.

I couldn't see myself, I hadn't seen myself in a long time.

Tomura has a mirror in his bathroom....

Within a few seconds I was racing to the stair well. I jumped it's length into the bar. Tomura was sitting on the stool and Kurogiri was cleaning glasses.

When were they not like this?

I sprinted past them towards his room. I dashed down the hallway, and turned the corner. I abruptly stopped at his door and turned the handle.

I still had the momentum from when I ran through the hall. It caused me to fall on the floor as soon as the door swung open.

My tail swung back and forth as I raised up off the floor.

I stood up and brushed the dust off my skirt. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom, across the room.

His room was even more empty than mine. Mine was scattered with workout equipment. His had nothing but dust. It smelt like him too. So much so that I couldn't even smell my own scent.

I stepped into the bathroom and flipped the light switch.

My eyes meet with their reflection in the mirror. I hadn't seen myself in so long I was unsure if it was really me in the mirror. I moved around to see if it would copy me. To make sure it was really me. I turned and did different poses.

My hair was long and silky looking. It was a lighter blue than I remember. It used to be almost black.

My ears were round and stubby. Same jet black color.

My eyes were still an emerald, glowing color. My skin was pale but not white.

My chest was larger than I was when I was 13. But that was two years ago. I actually had a bit of curve.

My legs were long but I certainly wasn't very tall.

My feline tail was wrapped around my leg. It would reach the ground with a few inches to spare. I put it under the waist band of my skirt because I had my shirt tucked in.

I was so engulfed in my own reflection by the it happened I was too late.

He was pressed up against my back. His arm reached under my right arm and held loosely on my throat. His other arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me closer to him. His face was buried in the crook of my neck.

His breathing sent shivers up my spine.

I should've known it was a bad idea to just go into his room without permission.

Without warning he tightened his grip on my throat, effectively cutting off my air supply.

Instinctively, my hands shot up to attempt to pry his much larger hand off.

"My oh my. At least that school is good for somethin'." He cooed into my ear.

His grip loosened on my throat. He allowed me to get a gulp of air.

He pressed harder against me, the sink pressing me towards him.

His hands slid from my neck and waist to pull something out of his pocket. He pulled a small, dark blue collar. A silver bell was attached to it.

He brought it up to my neck to put it on me, like a necklace.

He began taking the ends of the straps behind my neck to fasten it. He harshly pulled it back on my throat, chocking me once again.

"Now you can't be sneaking around, hm." He said before fixing the collar.

It fastened like a belt. I was unable to pull it off.

He wrapped his arms back around my waist. One of his hands rested on my thigh, the other pulled my tail from around my leg and played with the end of it. His hands sent goosebumps across my skin.

I woke up to blackness. A heavy weight around my waist, someone's legs entwined with mine.

I carefully slid out of the sheets.

My shoes were laid at the foot of the mattress, my shirt was unbuttoned, and my tie was beside my shoes.

I stealthily left from the room to the bar. I buttoned my shirt and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter.

I took a few swigs to take the edge off my thoughts. My head laid in my palms and my body grew sluggish.

I left the bottle on the counter and went to my room. I stripped of my clothes and took a shower.

The cold water soaked my body. My hair fell to my finger tips.

I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I took another towel and began drying my hair. It tangled up as it dried. I used the blow dryer to finish drying my hair. I braided it loosely and got dressed in my uniform.

I still couldn't manage to get the collar off. I honestly hope everyone just thinks it's a poor fashion choice, rather than something I'm incapable of removing...

It's almost time....