When it was Sunday, Mr. Aizawa gathered all the students at the courtyard in the afternoon to hear the guys' "apologies" to each other. He asked the boys to write down how they truly felt about each other and read it out to the crowd since that would supposedly give them all closure. That or he was just too lazy to do anything else.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" Mr. Aizawa asked my male classmates.

Crickets chirped. But Tenya broke the silence, "I will, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Alright, then step on the podium."

Tenya did as he said and marched up. Every class was here today, just watching.

"Well, I have over forty documents that I handwrote in calligraphy expressing my true feelings on the subject." Tenya skimmed through his papers, trying to find the first page. The audience groaned at what they were going to have to endure.

Katsuki said, "Does anyone have something for me to bang my head against so I can tune out the sound of his annoying yakkin'?"

"I gotchu, bro." Eijiro hardened his hand and held it out.

Katsuki repeatedly slammed his head against Eijiro's rock hand, earning a sneer from Tenya.

"Just get this over with and shorten it," Mr. Aizawa yawned.

Tenya then frantically started his speech, "Alright. I understand my fellow male classmates are twitterpated by (Y/N)'s entrancing beauty. But how could I blame them? The sound of her ginger voice caresses your ears as if she were a voice actress from the 1940s. Her mane of luxurious hair leaves me speechless every time we cross paths—"

"How is this an apology!?" Denki objected.

"Yeah. I didn't come here to listen to your unhealthy obsession," said Jirou from the back.

Mr. Aizawa, who was in his sleeping bag, said, "Just get to the point."

"My sincerest of apologies!" Tenya bowed then skipped about twenty pages which was apparently where the apology was. I couldn't imagine what else he had said about me before that.

I cringed and hid my face with my hand.

"I beg your forgiveness for kissing your date (Y/N) at the dance, Bakugou. It was highly inappropriate of me to do so. What must I do to make it up to you?"

"Get on your knees and die—" But Katsuki was slapped by one of our teachers before he could finish talking.

"Anyhow, I do not regret anything else. Peace."

"Alright, time for the trust fall now," Mr. Aizawa signaled.

Tenya fell back into the crowd which successfully caught him. Next up was Hanta.

"I'd like to thank my parents for giving birth to me so I could experience the amazement of seeing (Y/N)'s beautiful face and Quirk," he said into the microphone.

Shouto leaned next to me and whispered, "Doesn't he mean 'mom'?"

I only shrugged.

Hanta continued, "Where ever they may be—but that's not the point. Anyway, I guess I'm kinda sorry for tryna steal y'all's girl." He then dabbed. The cringe meter was skyrocketing now. "Also, I know I may look like 'just a guy' with a lame tape Quirk, but I'm actually gonna become a number one Hero one day and beat everyone who tried to steal (Y/N) from me to a pulp."

The audience left no comment.

Hanta then awkwardly coughed, "Sorry, I have a dark side. Anyway, that's how I feel." He then head-dived into the crowd, but when everyone caught him, they hurled him in the opposite direction.

"Er. . .who's next?" Mr. Aizawa asked the line of boys.

Hitoshi stepped up on the podium and started his speech, "Sorry."

We waited for him to go on, but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Can I leave now? I gotta bail my mom out of prison again," Hitoshi asked the teachers.

"Fine, go on."

He carefully stepped off the side of the stage and ran off.

I sipped my Capri Sun and only watched. What should I even think about all this?

Next, Katsuki was up. He pulled up his wrist and squinted at the smeared scrawl he wrote. "Deku, I don't hate you because you're Quirkless. You're Quirkless because I hate you. Also, it's not my only goal in life to ruin yours—you don't have one so that's impossible. Besides, I only kicked you in the back in preschool because I thought you were a large bug."

"How is it you insulted me three different ways in the same speech?" asked Deku.

"Are you patronizing me? I'll have you know that my parole officer almost didn't let me come out here today! But I kicked him in the mouth and still did because I'm that caring."

Someone launched a rock at Katsuki's face, yelling, "GET OFF STAGE!!!"

"WHO SAID THAT!?!?" Katsuki raged.

Deku was up next, so he managed to get Katsuki off stage so he could talk himself.

"First, I'd like to thank All Might. . ."

And that was pretty much the rest of his speech. All Might, All Might, All Might. Every time I heard that geezer's name, my brain died.

After Deku was Eijiro, who basically wrote an entire speech about manliness.

"It wasn't very manly of me to not be manly since I'm supposed to be a man but the rules of manliness clearly state that men shouldn't be unmanly and disobey the bro code (aka man code). However, I'll be a much manlier man after this totally unmanly incident. Peace out, man." He then belly-flopped into the audience, but crushed them since he was a rock. A bunch of 'OOFs' were heard.

The word 'man' no longer seemed like a real word anymore.

Next up, was Denki.

"Wow, I feel like Jerry Seinfeld about now—standing on this stage," he finger-gunned.

Nobody laughed.

". . .The past tense of sleep is 'sloop'," he awkwardly continued.

"Go home," Mr. Aizawa told him, probably pitying the poor boy.

So, he did.

Shouto stepped on the platform since it was now his turn. He shyly looked down at the mic and said, "I'm sorry for calling Kirishima a shark-toothed rockhead. It's not my fault you're so shark-toothed."

He flopped off the stage into the mass of students, disappearing into the Minecraft void. I swear, I heard him singing 'Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend' as he just laid there on the floor, not moving.

When would this be over all ready? I was so mortified to even be here.

Suddenly, that Frankenstein cosplayer Dabi showed up. He pathetically cried into the microphone, "I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. . .I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy. . ."

"HE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE!" a random kid shouted from the back. I turned and saw it was my dang nephew Tomura in a hoodie with shades.

Our one teacher Midnight turned to Dabi and asked, "Aren't you a villain? Why are you even here?"

"I just have a lot of feelings. . ."

"Just—go."

So, that was that.

"Anyone else?" Mr. Aizawa asked, scanning the area.

Mineta raised his hand.

"Alright, class. You can all leave for the day," Mr. Aizawa excused us, ignoring Mineta as he rolled off in his sleeping bag down the street.

When he left, I immediately fled school property to head back home. And I didn't mean my new home. . .I meant my comfortable trash can back behind that Chinese restaurant. I felt like I didn't belong here anymore. Why would they even want me around after this horrific discovery?

After some more walking, I found the empty trash can which was my former home and sat down in it, shielding myself from the world. Twilight had already come—and I just hoped that my legal guardian and "nephew" didn't notice I was gone.

I sat there with a frown, rethinking my life choices. Was it a mistake I even came to U.A.? The guys would have been much better off without me. . . . Because of that, I began to quietly sob like a Disney princess with first world problems. P.S., it was raining because angst.

"Hey."

"Huh. . .?"

I looked up to see Shouto holding out an ice umbrella (which he made) above my head. His face was kind as he stood out in the rain just to protect my beautiful self from the terrible rain.

He asked me, "Why you mad? Why you sad? When you can be. . .Glade~?"

I only laughed. "You're funny~"

"I'm dead serious."

"O—"

Shouto found a deranged Furby near my trashcan, placed it on the pavement beside me, then sat on it to meet my eyes—all while holding the umbrella over both of us. The Furby made a concerning sound as he smushed it though, but I decided not to question it.

So, Shouto sat on the rabies-infested Furby and asked, "What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"I feel kinda bad for kissing everyone," I confessed. "I think everyone hates me now—even you. . ."

"I could never hate you. I hate my dad, but not you. And I'm sure the others don't hate you."

I weakly smiled and clichély stuttered, "R-Really. . .?"

"Yeah," he smirked. "But just between you and me—was I the best kisser?"

"I—"

"Heh, no way. I was the best," interrupted Denki. He walked out of the Chinese restaurant and approached us like he had been in there for a while.

"According to Hagakure, you kiss like a garden gnome," Shouto monotoned.

"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW; I WON THE BEST KISSER ACHIEVEMENT IN SIMS 3!" Denki shouted back, getting defensive.

"Sad how the only people who want to kiss you are computer programmed characters," he continued roasting.

Shouto and Denki began arguing. However, I hardly reacted since this was the norm.

"Calm thyself, my cohorts," said Hitoshi as he approached us, holding a Klondike bar.

"I thought you went off to bail your mom out of prison," I reminded.

"Yeah, but on to the train station, I saw an ice-cream stand and forgot all about her." He literally bit into his ice cream and said, "Then I heard arguing so. . .sah dude."

"Makes sense," I replied. "They're just fighting over my honor again."

"(Y/N) was feeling down, so I tried to help her. . .until YOU showed up," Shouto scorned, glaring at Denki.

"What for?" Hitoshi wondered.

I squirmed. "Ergh, it's so embarrassing to talk about!"

"Is this about you kissing us all?" asked a familiar voice.

I looked over to see Hanta, followed by the rest of the guys.

"Yeah. . ." I sighed.

"Don't feel bad about kissing all these other basket case losers. I know they meant nothing to you and I was the best one of them all," Katsuki smirked.

"I thought you couldn't keep your mouth shut long enough to even kiss a girl," Hanta remarked.

"HUSH, TAPE BOY."

"Well, in nicer terms—rather than what Bakugou is saying—we don't blame you. In fact, it only makes us more determined to find out which one of us will win your heart in the end!" encouraged Tenya.

The others nodded.

Katsuki cheered, "EVEN IF IT MEANS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!"

"You'd fight someone to the death over a Cheeto, Kacchan," Deku mumbled.

"DOUBLE-DOG DARE ME AND I WILL," he spat like a juvenile animal.

Hitoshi interjected, "Bakugou, I ask this in all honesty. Do you have rabies or something?"

Katsuki started foaming at the mouth and screeching like a rabid rottweiler, but I only ignored him and smiled. "Thanks, guys. You've really helped~"

"Anytime," Eijiro grinned.

Maybe things were start to lighten up after this. Maybe they would stop being so obsessed with me. . . .

Haha, no.