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After destroying the bathroom, I made my way to the next class. It was quite awkward that Toru and Tsu now knew my Quirk—but I made them swear not to tell anyone. Because women stick together and we look out for each other. . .just like the friendship between Hillary Clinton and Meryl Streep.

Along the way, I saw Toru and Denki hanging out. I think her and I were starting to become besties. She was such a good—

I then saw her lean in close to Denki off in the background, his arms slithering around her waist.

SKANK!?!?

Running up, I slapped the poorly done James Charles makeup off her invisible face.

"H-HOW DARE YOU! I THOUGHT WE WERE BESTIES! AND BESTIES DON'T STAB EACH OTHER IN THE BACK BY KISSING THEIR CRU—"

Denki gasped at my sentence. I paused and went completely red. Was. . .I starting to develop feelings for him!?

Toru snapped back, "I'LL FIGHT YOU FOR HIM!! WHOEVER SPITS THE BEST BARS WINS!"

I placed my hands sassily on my hips. "You're on, chow cow!"

"Drop me a beat, freak!" Toru told Katsuki.

Katsuki started beatboxing, but it was mainly him spitting into his hand and making fake record sounds. However, it was good for right now. All the students gathered around to watch our rap battle. I was nervous, but I knew I could win this thing.

Izuku, the sweet baby angel, ran up behind me and said, "(Y/N), you don't have to do this!! Last kid who lost a rap battle transferred schools and moved to North Korea!"

"It's alright, my angel," I told him with a confident smirk. "I'll win~"

Izuku nodded and stepped back, preparing for what was about to happen.

Matching up to the rhythm of Katsuki's horrible beatboxing, Toru began freestyling.

You can't get a guy. . .because you're just a fry
. . .Not even uh, Eijiro would bat an eye.

"Oh!" some people tried cheering.

Besides, you like Kat—and you think you're all that, but you're not.
I don't know what else to say.

"Kabloosh," sounded Katsuki, in attempt to dramatically end her bar, but it didn't work.

"Your turn, (Y/N)!" the crowd chanted.

"YEAH! ROAST HER!!"

I flicked my hair behind my ear and started rubbing my hands together. "I'm about to end this man's whole career."

"What career?" laughed Eijiro.

Mineta chuckled to Toru, "If it's okay with you, I'm going on her side." And joined my part of the crowd.

I told everyone, "But I'm not a rapper."

What I said gained several whoops from the audience. That's when I signaled Katsuki to drop a sick beat. This is what I freestyled with.

Boom. . .bam. . . bop—badapop boom. . .POW.

Everyone whooped, "OOOOOOHHHH!!!!" As I fell back, and got lifted up by my side of the crowd. They were all screaming and gasping in amazement from my supah fire roast. Toru only growled like the brat she is, and ran off. Denki hoisted me up in a princess-carry and spun around the hallway while laughing gleefully.

As soon as I noticed I was in his arms, I blushed a deep rose red. However, Katsuki elbow-dropped him, causing me to land in Izuku's arms.

"REEEEEE," I ree'd.

Izuku escaped outside with me in his arms. He placed me down behind a sakura tree and bowed his head.

"(Y-Y/N), that. . .that was amazing." His face was redder than mine.

"Y-You think?" I smiled.

"Yeah. . ." He placed a hand on my cheek and stared into my meme-ingful eyes. "You're amazing. . ."

I was paralyzed with awkwardness. Maybe I liked him too. . .

He placed both his hands on my cheeks and closed his eyes, nearing his lips toward mine. I did the same, not even noticing what was happening.

But before we could kiss, Katsuki screeched from the balcony above us, "HEY, DEKU!! WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?"

"GAH?? KACCHAN—THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LI—"

"YOU'RE TRYING TO PULL A FAST ONE ON (Y/N), EH?? WELL, NOT ON MY WATCH, YOU DEMON SPAWN!!" Katsuki then balanced on the railing of the balcony, only to elbow-drop down two stories and land on top of Izuku, causing a mini explosion. Ouch.

"KACCHAN, YOU NEED TO KACCHILL!!" Izuku argued with him.

"Katsuki, stop!!!" I cried. When he heard my voice, he did. "Why do you hate me!?!" Right now, I was actually crying literal tears. He tried taking my hand, but I snatched it away like I was Kungfu fighting or something.

Tenya and Eijiro approached the situation. Eijiro took me in his arms and held me protectively, almost like Edward did to Bella in Twilight.

"Bakubro, don't lay a finger on her," Eijiro told him while stroking my hair. I let out a whimper as I embraced him. He could feel my trembling figure against his.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, BRO!!" Katsuki roared. "IT WAS STUPID DEKU."

"BRO, YOU KNOW I WANNA BELIEVE YOU."

Deku just stood there, slurping away at a Capri Sun.

"No, you're too dangerous—we can't let you be near (Y/N)," Tenya spoke.

". . ." Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows. "This won't be the last of me!" He then signaled his army of flying monkeys retrieve him.

I broke out of Eijiro's grasp. It then occurred to me.

Did I like Katsuki Bakugou too!?

👽👽👽

School was almost out. And I'll say, that was the weirdest first day I've ever had. I nearly kissed who-knows-how-many guys, got adopted by the goth teacher, and exploded a bathroom. But hey, it was fun! Right now, I was just waiting to be picked up by Mr. Aizawa. After some time, he arrived.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he greeted. "Might as well call you by your first name since you're my kid or something. I brought the Go-Gurts."

"Hello, Mr. Aizawa!" I beamed. I took a Go-Gurt from him too.

"How was your first day?" he asked me.

"Interesting, I met so many people!"

"Yay."

After an awkward pause, he decided to ask me, "So. . .earlier, you said your parents left you. How so?"

"Well, my dad said he was going to Walmart—but he never came back. And my mom ran away with this guy who claimed to be Trump's best friend or something."

"You poor child," he reacted. "That dad of yours though, he sounds like a total scumbag. Just pure garbage, I can't believe a father would leave his child. That's the most disgusting thing since hamburger-flavored Pringles."

"Yeah. . .it's quite sad—but at least I have you now! My legal guardian."

Mr. Aizawa patted my head. "Indeed, child."

👽👽👽

We arrived at his house. It was on campus surrounded by some other Pro Hero's houses—but his was the most goth. It looked like Gru's house from Despicable Me or something.

"Wow, lovely."

"Thanks." So, he jiggled a fork through his door's keyhole and opened it. "Home sweet home."

Gosh, he sounded more dead inside than Shouto.

"I LOVE IT~!" I complimented. "Where's my room?"

He led me up the creaking stairs to this dreary hallway. It was dim, with a single lightbulb, and one giant portrait of. . .Grump Cat, hanging right in the middle of the wall. He then opened a door. Its interior displayed a neat and empty room—with only one bed.

"You can sleep here. We're going to Bed, Bath, and Beyond later, so you can pick out more furniture there."

I asked, "Oh! Well, thank you!"

I didn't expect he'd be so kind. Walking over to my bed, I noticed it had a weird frame shape. I asked, "Is this made from a bomb?"

"Yes, but it's very old and highly unlikely to blow up. But try not to toss and turn."

"Cool."

How could life get any better?