I'd like to thank all my fellow memers who have stuck with this story even tho I've d i e d

ANYWAY, TIME FOR CAMPPPP

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I can't believe it! I passed the test! Even though I only did the first problem and left the rest blank. Mr. Aizawa was nepotistic enough to let me pass~

I boarded the bus with the rest of my classmates. I sat down with Deku and gave him a big hug.

"Deku! I passed!"

"I know!"

"What do you mean you know?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Uh—nothing. I totally didn't sneak into the test pile and do all the problems for you so you could get in the camp with us—"

"But we don't have the same handwriting."

"I got Denki to do the curly handwriting," he smiled.

Katsuki peered over us from the seat behind and said, "I did the math problems."

"I stood at the door, refusing to be apart of it—and kept watch," Tenya explained.

Shouto chimed in, "I burned the evidence."

We all looked at him and blinked once. "What evidence?"

"Exactly."

Well then.

Hanta added, "And I pulled the fire alarm in the school for everyone to evacuate so they'd have time to finish the test before Mr. Aizawa took 'em home."

Eijiro laughed, "Then I broke the security camera off the wall."

Mr. Aizawa, who was in the front in his sleeping bag, turned around and joined in, "And I pretended to be asleep in my sleeping bag the whole time—not noticing a thing."

I let out a sniffle. "You guys are great. Thank you~" I pulled them all in a group hug somehow and grinned.

"Hey, I'm not gonna let my daughter fail," said Mr. Aizawa. "Now that I just gotcha. Don't worry, we'll catch ya up."

I kinda wished they told me about their master plan before I went out and had them tutor me. But, c'est la vie! At least I got four dates out of it.

The girls were in the back, gritting their teeth.

"It's not fair! I studied all night," Tsuyu complained.

"And you passed too, congratulations," Mr. Aizawa snidely cheered.

The bus started rolling down a country road in the middle of nowhere. Were we being sent to a government research lab or something?

Deku held his hands together and pleaded, "Please let this be a normal fieldtrip."

"WITH THE MEMES?" Denki cut off.

"NO WAY!" we all shouted in unison.

After thirty minutes, everyone started to get bored. Deku pulled out his All Might figurine and started stringing it along the highway like he did back in the limo at prom; Katsuki was banging two drumsticks against the back of our seat for "drumming practice"; Tenya was reciting pi; Shouto was making ice figurines of his dad then catching them on fire and melting them into steam; Eijiro was whittling Sid the Sloth out of a piece of wood with his hardened fingers; Denki was recharging everyone's cell phone; Hanta was chewing bubble tape. . .very loudly; and Mineta was picking his nose.

I was feeling a bit stress paralyzed so I started to lean my head against Deku's shoulder and close my eyes, but as soon as I did—I heard a loud smack and Deku was yeeted across the bus. I opened my eyes and saw that Katsuki was now sitting in his spot, perfectly casual.

"Don't worry, babe, just continue with what you were doing," he smugly told me as he placed an arm round my shoulder.

I shrugged, too tired to protest, and drifted off to sleep. I'm pretty sure the other guys were too scared to compete for the seat beside me because after all, it was Katsuki.

In the end, Deku had to sit on the floor, holding onto Tenya's leg so he wouldn't fling out the window into the unknown.

Eventually, the bus came to a stop. Katsuki insisted on carrying me off the bus, but I declined the offer politely. But he wouldn't take no for an answer, so he hurled me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and skipped off the bus like a five-year-old.

"I wanna carry her!" Eijiro objected. "I'm the manly man and it's my duty to be a man."

"Buzz off, Rockhead," Katsuki scowled.

"Naw, man! I think I should carry her!" yelled Denki.

"You can barely carry your brain when you go stupid."

"Really, I can walk!" I insisted as I flopped around, feeling the blood rushing to my head.

"At least show some respect and delicacy toward her! Carry her as if she were a princess!" Tenya insisted.

Katsuki flipped me up in the air and caught me in his arms just barely. I felt sick to my stomach, but flattered at the same time.

"Is that how Eddie Cakes says to do it, Tenya?" Katsuki scoffed.

"Don't you mean 'etiquette'?" Deku corrected.

"Whatevs. I don't speak English."

"I'm not sure what you speak," Tenya retorted.

I interrupted once again, "Really, you can place me down now. . ."

Katsuki smirked impishly. "Good idea. I need both fists to fight this geek-burger."

"If you need both fists to fight him then you must not be that good!"

"WHO SAID THAT!?!?" Katsuki scanned the area, but no one said a word.

"Please don't provoke Katsuki while he's carrying me," I worried.

"I got perfect self-control. How do you think I live with my mom?"

"How do you live with two prison records?"

"WHO'S SAYING THAT!?!?" Katsuki screeched again, but no one replied.

Finally, he placed me down.

Suddenly, a little boy with brown hair and a hat walked up.

"Hello, child," greeted Deku. "Want some candy?"

The kid punched Deku. Deku was then traumatized for life.

Katsuki scoffed, "I like that kid."

"Cuz he's a demon like you?" Shouto commented.

"HUSH."

"So, where do the babes bathe?" asked Mineta.

"In water! Where else would they?" Tenya answered, obviously not understanding the context.

Suddenly, a middle-aged, fat dude in a skirt with anime cat cosplay walked up. He looked like a deranged furry. "Mew, mew! Hewwo!"

Tenya's glasses shattered at the sight, Denki nearly gagged, and Shouto choked violently on his McFrappe.

"Is this secretly a school for furries?" Shouto asked after his regained some composure.

"I—What is it?" Katsuki asked, actually looking a bit scared (or scarred) for the first time in his life.

"Meeza kitty-witty!" the furry dude answered, cringily licking his paw.

"What am I witnessing?" I asked.

Eijiro answered, "We're in the endgame now."

"I'm sorry, we're we supposed to dress stupid today?" asked Hanta.

Mr. Aizawa told us, "This is Tiger. He—or she will make you do stuff or something today. Along with some other cat cosplayers."

"Mew, mew!" Tiger coughed.

"Did you buy that cosplay at Snot Topic?" Katsuki snarked.

Tiger walked up and put his arms around both Katsuki and Deku.

"Catsuki and Dekitten will be your names~" he meowed.

Katsuki looked at me and mouthed, "Save me."

"Uh, thank you, er, sir! I mean, er, ma'am!" Deku chuckled.

But thankfully, we were all saved because Mr. Aizawa insisted that it was time we head to camp. . .which was a two-hour walkaway through the woods filled with sludge monsters. I guess everyone's parents actually agreed to this.

"We gon' die, fam," Hanta finger-gunned.

"We can't. My mom signed the waver," Katsuki snarled.

"Yeah, which means if you die, she can't hold the school responsible and sue 'em," Tokoyami deadpanned.

"Oh, so you got a speaking role now, bird?"

Before Fumikage could knee-drop Katsuki, Mr. Aizawa stopped the commotion and forced us to begin our dangerous trek through the forest.

Toru began to whine, "Oh, my feet hurt so bad!"

"Then why did you wear stilettos?" asked Shouto.

"Cuz I wanted to be taller!"

"Nobody can tell."

Mineta suddenly clung to my leg and said, "I'M SO TIRED! PLEASE CRADLE ME IN YOUR LUSCIOUS ARMS AND CARRY ME!"

"STOP LOOKIN' UP HER SKIRT, PERV!!!" Katsuki grabbed Mineta, placed him on the ground, then punted him toward the campsite.

"THAT WAS A HIGHLY DISREPESCECTFUL THING TO DO TO YOUR FELLOW CLASSMATE!" Tenya scolded.

"CAN IT OR YER NEXT!" Katsuki spat.

"You gotta have class to be a classmate," Fumikage scoffed.

"Since when did you start talking more?" I asked.

"Long story short, I joined a bird cult, but it didn't turn out so well."

"O—"

Suddenly, I tripped over a twig. "Oh, mah gash!" I whined as I hit the ground.

Like fleas to a squirrel, the guys surrounded me.

"ARE YOU OKAY, (Y/N)!?" they all screeched in unison.

I was too injured to reply, so my Quirk caused Narrator Smurf to appear and explain the problem.

"(Y/N) appears to have an injury on her left ankle—"

"BEGONE, DEMON!!!" Katsuki took Narrator Smurf, placed him on the ground, then punted him.

"Who's gonna carry her?" asked Hanta.

"I AM!" they all said simultaneously.

Here we go again. . . .

"I'm fine, really. I can walk—"

"Justin Bieber can sing, doesn't mean he should," Katsuki remarked.

Shouto applied ice to my ankle then Hanta taped it around.

Katsuki, feeling useless, added, "If you need anything to be exploded—I'll be glad to comply."

"No thanks, I choose life," I laughed.

So, the guys agreed on taking turns carrying me. Tenya said that since there are eight of them, they could carry me for fifteen minutes each.

. . .Then they started arguing on who would carry me first, so Tenya said that they should go alphabetically.

. . .But of course, that raised another fight over whether to use their first or last name.

"OBVIOUSLY WE SHOULD DO LAST NAMES SINCE MINE STARTS WITH A 'B'!" Katsuki declared.

"But wait~" spoke a familiar voice. "You forgot about. . .moi~" Yuga winked.

I forgot his last name started with 'A'.

"Extras don't count!" Katsuki barked.

"I haven't seen you since chapter two," I mumbled.

"But if it gets dark outside my naval laser will light her path~!"

"Or cut her in half." Shouto rolled his eyes.

I cringed.

"We should go by our ranking order at the Sports Fest," said Katsuki.

"But (Y/N) won," Eijiro told him.

"Yes, but I came in second."

"Fine! I'd rather save the best for last anyway~ That way I can carry her over the threshold of the cabin when we get there as she falls asleep in my arms~" Yuga chirped.

Then they started arguing over who goes last. . . .

"THEN WE GO BY HEIGHT!" Tenya objected.

"This is where I come in, boyz," said Meto (aka Dupli-Arms).

Katsuki put a thumb to his chest arrogantly, "Heh, fine. I'd rather go in the middle anyway so I can protect her from the monsters in the forest since I have the best Quirk."

And of course, that caused another argument.

"GUYS!" I screamed. "WHY DON'T I JUST PICK?"

They all turned to me, intrigued.

"I'll just pick whoevs I want," I said. So, I thought about it then chose, "Shouto, cuz he's like a heater and air conditioner all in one~!"

So, I plopped in his arms and stared into his beautiful, multi-colored eyes.

"What're you looking at?" he droned, totally emo.

"Your beautiful eyes~"

"They're not beautiful. They're cursed. They're the reason my mom burned me."

"Who told you that?" I frowned.

" When I was five, I heard her talking on the phone with the cable guy in the kitchen and then she burnt me cuz all I wanted was some McNuggets."

"Oh, I know what it's like to be rejected. I did live in a trash can for my whole life."

"I would have preferred to live in a trash can than live with my dad. He's practically burning trash," answered Shouto.

"Maybe he just cares about you."

"He only cares about the left side of me."

"Well my father didn't care about neither side of me," I teared up.

"OKAY, OKAY, STOP FLIRTING, YOU TWO! WE GET IT. YOUR PARENTS HATE YOU. GET OVER IT!" Katsuki interrupted.

"Then I guess you and (Y/N) have something in common too," Hanta smirked.

"YOU WANNA REPEAT THAT?"

Hanta just casually whistled and ran ahead for the sake of his own life.

"You don't know chiz about it!" Shouto snapped.

"Hello! Have you met my mom?" Katsuki sneered.

"I thought that was your dad."

"BURNNN!!" Denki whooped.

Speaking of burn, I could tell Shouto was getting angry. He was starting to get hotter. . .and not in the good way. So, I yelled, "SWITCH!"

"Hey, my time wasn't up!" Shouto protested.

"Yes, it was!" Tenya objected and I immediately found myself rescued into his arms.

"Hey, she didn't say whose turn it was next!" Denki pointed out.

"It's alright. He'll do," I laughed.

"So," Tenya said after a minute. "Did you get my letter before we went on the date which you ditched me at?"

"Uh. . ." I panicked, "What letter?"

"The one where I gave you permission to marry me one day."

"Er, I think I missed that because Tomura accidentally dusted away some of the mail."

"Fear not. I kept a copy on my smartphone."

"Oh, great," I groaned.

"How about you read it while I cradle you in my strong arms?" he smiled confidently.

So, I just yelled, "SWITCH!!!"

And before I could name who would be my next choice, Denki snatched me like Trump's weave in the wind.

"Sah, behb," he smirked.

"Er, hi," I cringed.

"So, ya like jazz?" he flirted shamelessly.

"It's electrifying. . ." I joked.

It didn't take but three or four minutes alone with these guys to realize how braindead they were. But so was I—so, I didn't mind.

"You still think about my kiss?" he asked me without warning, causing the other guys to clench their fists. "Every time we touch, I get this feeling. And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly. I made those lyrics up by myself."

"Oh, really? It almost sounded copyrighted," Deku joked.

"Well, maybe a bit."

"Ya think?" Katsuki snarled.

"I wasn't talking to you, hoser. If you ran as fast as yo mouth, you'd be at the camp already," Denki shot back.

Suddenly, I felt an electrifying jolt run through me. I couldn't tell if it was Denki or my own natural reaction. But I wasn't taking any chances. Not today, I still had to choose my future husband. So, I quickly yelled, "SWITCH!"

And Mineta somehow summoned back, tried to kidnap me, but he got punted again.

So, Deku gathered me in his arms.

"Hey, (Y/N). I just wanted to say sorry," he told me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, I never got the chance to actually kiss you. Properly. Instead, I let my emotions get the best of me and I became Darth Deku."

"Oh—you're okay," I warmly beamed.

"But I'd like to make up for it."

"Uh, you mean now?" I asked, worried about the other guys' reactions. If I were to kiss Deku in front of his childhood bully/friend/rival/thing, World War III could start!

"There's no time to waste."

And before I could respond, he put me down, held me in his arms, and left the most dynamite kiss on my lips. He was a good kisser. How was this possible?

"If you're wondering why I'm a good kisser, it's because I'm a nerd. All nerds are good kissers because we appreciate it more," he assured me, almost as if he read my mind.

All the guys were visibly fuming. Just when I found myself enjoying relaxing in Deku's arms and snuggling up to him, I heard one of the dudes yell, "SWITCH!!!!"

Eijiro took me in his arms and smiled his sharky smile at me. He was so nervous, his arms started to rockify. So, it was kind of uncomfy. . . .

"Sorry 'bout mah arms," he apologized.

"Yeah, could you soften up a bit?" I wondered.

The boy was so nervous that he just rockified even more until he turned into a literal rock. We had to leave him behind because we couldn't move him.

Now, it was Yuga's turn. But the poor boy had no upperbody strength, and he tripped on a rock as he was carrying me and I flew south for the winter. But Katsuki jumped up and caught me like a football, as if he was catching a Hail Mary or something.

"GOT EM!" he called out. "GOT EMMMM!!"

I sat in his arms, unable to move from what just happened. I think I was gonna sustain more injuries from being passed around by these boys.

But That's when I remembered something. "Wait, Katsuki. What about all the monsters in the forest? Mr. Aizawa told us we'd encounter some."

"Whut? You mean those monsters?" he asked, pointing to a pile of dead ones. "I got 'em while I was waiting for my turn to carry you."

Yet he didn't have a single hair out of place. . .not that I could tell. But either way, that was so romantic!

"Oh, Katsuki! You're such a hero!" I gushed.

"I wanted to create a clear path for ya," he said as he stepped over one, still carrying me. I felt like I was on the cover of a Harlequin romance novel or some chiz.

"WAIT!" Hanta interrupted. "IT'S MY TURN!"

Katsuki looked back at him and said, "I STILL GOT FIFTEEN SECONDS." At that, he blasted into the air with me in his arms. I could see Hanta's shooting tape toward us, but it didn't go far enough. I screamed as Katsuki yeeted us over the forest of monsters. I clung to him and screwed my eyes shut as he landed near the entrance of the campsite.

"I always knew I'd carry you over the threshold," he told me as he jumped the fence.

"What're you saying?" I wheezed.

"Pick me, babe. And your life will never be the same. You don't have to live with trash or in trash. I'll get you all the high heels you want—or whatever girls like. And just in case you ever doubt your feelings for me. . ." He then placed a dramatic, prolonged kiss on my lips that lasted until Mr. Aizawa pried us apart.

"That sign over there," Mr. Aizawa lectured. "You know what it says? 'No Kissing'."

"Signs can't talk," Katsuki mocked.

"And you won't be if I catch you feelin' up my angel of a daughter again."

"Angel? You should have seen what her and Deku did in the forest! They like, totally made out!" Toru interrupted, arriving upon the scene. I swear, she was such an untrustworthy skankwad. I mean, Deku and I only kissed for like, seven and a half seconds or something!!!

"Oh, please. I don't believe that. Deku could never get a girl," Mr. Aizawa brushed off.

At that, not being able to handle the guilt any longer, Deku raised his hand and said, "Mr. Aizawa. I have a confession. . ."

Mr. Aizawa told him, "Save it for the priest back home. And let's get something to eat. I'm starved."

So, that was that. I just can't believe Katsuki kissed me a second time. I mean, was that even legal?!?! Does that mean I should double up the score or something? I was never good at multiplying, so I hoped it wouldn't be that complicated. Anyhow, maybe this camp would be more dramatic than I thought. . .