I stood in front of my full-length mirror, prepping myself to go to the movie. I had spent three hours arranging my hair, and planning my outfit. Just because I was going to be sitting in the dark where no one could see me—didn't mean I had to look like a hobo.

So, I applied some of my Walmart brand lip gloss in hopes that I would find bae during My Little Rat—because you never know and you just gotta be prepared at all times.

"Hey," said a voice. I turned to see Mr. Aizawa. I hoped with every fiber of my being he didn't find out that Tomura was living in the attic. "We need to talk. Cuz I'm the adult and you're the chirren."

"A-Alright. . .?" I sat down on my bed.

"I know your secret, so don't keep up with the act."

Oh no—I was doomed. My heart began to race, and my body temperature dropped. This was going to be a total train wreck. So, out of pure nervousness, I clapped my hands together and said, "Yeehaw, my beets."

He blinked once, probably as confused as ever. "Alright, whatever that means. Anyway—I figured it out when I called the Bakugou's. . ."

If Katsuki ratted me out, I swear. Well, then again—I ratted HIM out. But that wasn't the point!

"I know you have a crush on Mineta."

Once I heard him say that, I choked on the water I was drinking, and fell off the bed.

"WHEEEEEEEZEEEEEE—" I patted my chest so I could breathe normally once again. "WheRe The HeCk dID You hEaR ThAt!?!?"

"I'm very disappointed in you, (Y/N). Out of ALL the boys in the entire school—you go for Mineta. You know, I'd rather you like the goth bird furry instead of that demon Thanos child!"

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT—?" I questioned, regaining my sanity back (if I ever even had any in the first place).

"Mrs. Bakugou told me. She said that she found Mineta trapped in one of the bathroom cabinets. Once she got him out, he said that Katsuki locked him in there because you and Mineta were found kissing behind the dumpsters or something."

"AND YOU PEOPLE BELIEVED HIM!?!?" I screeched. "I WOULDN'T TOUCH THAT RAISIN WITH A TEN-FOOT POLE!"

"So. . .you don't like Mineta?"

"I SWEAR ON THE BEARD OF MINETA'S GRANDMOTHER—I HATE HIM!!"

"Thank the stars. I was about to call Dr. Phil or something. Anyway, carry on with your day." Mr. Aizawa then left.

Because of this, I pulled up my phone, dialed a number, and left the following message, "Hey, Katsuki. Mineta keeps trying to look up my skirt. Could you beat him up for me? Thanks a bunch~!"

Alright, so that was over with. Anyway, it was about time to head to the movies! I couldn't wait to see My Little Rat—even though critics hated it~

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Arriving at the cinema, I looked around for Izuku. Off in the distance, I saw him slathering this bottle of cologne all over his clothes. When I walked up—not even ten-feet away—the scent of his fragrance made my eyes water. I was starting to develop asthma again.

"Oh! Uh—Izu, what's that smell?"

He turned to me with a big smile. "It's my new cologne~"

I held my nose. "O-Oh, what kind?"

"It's called Da's Hawt by Will Smith."

I facepalmed.

Suddenly, Hitoshi decided to show up. I turned to see him rushing toward us, while applying some cologne for himself.

"Hol' up—" Izuku stopped. "What are you doing here??"

Hitoshi smirked. "No reason—it's not like I followed (Y/N)'s taxi or anything."

Izuku then looked at what was in his hand. "Uhhh, what scent is that?"

Hitoshi read its caption. "Oh, it's my Fraiche Prince cologne by Will Smith."

"Well, uh—since you're here, why don't you watch the movie with us?" I asked him with a gleeful smile.

Izuku waved his hands back and forth. "W-Wait!! I thought it was just going to be u—"

"I'd love that," Hitoshi spoke in a deadpan tone.

"Great!" I clapped my hands together.

I just realized I was going to be sitting next to two guys who smelled like Will Smith for the next hour and a half. So, I linked arms with both of them like it was The Wizard of Oz, and we walked inside—much to Izuku's subtle protest. The employee at the concession stand took one sniff and asked, "Yo, did something die in here?"

"Just my will to live," replied Hitoshi.

Izuku groaned.

When it was our turn to order, the worker (who now had the collar of his shirt over his nose) asked, "Alright, what do you want?"

Hitoshi asked, "Do you have any vegan options?"

"Yeah, we have hot dogs."

"Fine, that'll do."

"And I'd like nachos please!" Izuku smiled.

"Okay."

I added, "And for me, a pickle."

"Wow—alright then." So, he rang up our orders. "That'll cost your soul."

"Sike, we don't have one." Hitoshi did a peace-sign before throwing down some Monopoly money and heading in the theater. Izuku and I followed behind.

"Where should we sit?" I asked.

"In the very front so we can see all the action!" Izuku cheered.

"In the very back so I can wither away in the darkness," Hitoshi sighed.

". . .The front it is—"

So, the three of us piled in the first row. I put my pickle in another seat, so it was able to watch the movie with us too.

"Why did you put the pickle in its own seat?" asked Hitoshi.

"Pickles have feelings too. Also, his name is Pablo the Pickle."

"Cool beans." He did a thumbs up.

That's around the time previews started playing. But I couldn't believe what happened next.

Izuku did that cliché yawn and stretch bit, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I stiffened and went red, because I've never been so close to him before!! I shyly looked over at him, and he did the same. But as soon as we locked eyes, his face drew closer to mine. And. . .I was starting to do the same?

But before anything happened, Hitoshi took notice of this and immediately pulled me back in his direction. "Wow, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

I remembered Katsuki telling me the same thing at the party, actually. So, I lied. "Naw."

"Well, you're like super beautiful. And I think it's okay if you like me."

"Thank you very much."

Izuku yanked me back in his direction. "Hey, it's rude to grab at people like that, SHINSOU."

"SHADDUP, WE'RE TRYING TO WATCH THE MOVIE!!" screamed a voice from the seats behind us.

The three of us went back to normal after hearing that. It was quite awkward now. After a few seconds, I heard snickering from a few rows back. So, I turned my head in that direction. I saw the weirdest thing.

Someone spying on us from behind the seats. . .?

"Hitoshi!" I whispered to him. "I think someone is spying on us. . ."

"What?" He turned his head back as well. "You're right. I'll go over and check who it is." He got up and walked in that direction. "WHAT THE HECK, DENKI—"

It was Denki who was spying? No whey. . . .

Hitoshi dragged him over here by the scruff of the neck, and placed him down on the floor.

"Sup, (Y/N)."

"Sup, Denki."

Izuku was confused. "Is it just you here?"

"Well, yes. But actually, no—"

Apparently, all the boys were stalking me. Because after that, Katsuki ever-so-casually strolled through the exit door, with Eijiro and Hanta behind him. There was also a pizza box from Domino's Pizza in his hand.

"Hey, (Y/N). I got your voicemail and I beat the snot outta Mineta for you."

"Also, I brought some Gatorade!" Eijiro beamed, holding up a variety pack of them.

Everyone normal in the movie theater was now leaving because of all the noise we were racking up.

Tenya suddenly burst through the movie screen with his karate chop moves. And Shouto fell through the ceiling whilst landing on his own ice—which was a very epic entrance.

"This movie's lame—let's do something actually fun," Katsuki suggested, not even one second into watching it.

"BUT IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD!!" shouted Izuku. "TWILIGHT RAT WAS JUST ABOUT TO SHOW EVERYONE THE TRUE MEANING OF FRIENDSHIP!!"

"Whatever. Hey, let's do karaoke or something instead!" Denki brought up.

That actually seemed pretty fun. Though, I never got the chance to show off my voice before. So, I didn't know if it'd sound all that great. . . . But who cares? LET'S DO IT!

"Oki-doki-Todoroki, let's go!!" I giggled, causing every single one of my male classmates to blush.

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So, we all paraded out of the movie theater. I now had all these guys who inhaled too much cologne, following me like I was the last piece of steak among five-hundred starving wolves.

"What the heck you wearin'?" Katsuki spat at Izuku.

"It's my Will Smith Da's Hawt cologne."

"BOI, I'M WEARING THE SAME THING AND THERE AIN'T NO WAY I'M SMELLIN' LIKE YOU!!!"

"Idiots, I'm wearing Han Solo cologne so everyone get rekt." Hanta dabbed.

Someone save me please.

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What else could possibly go wrong?