𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

Flaming Garbage Can

"Wow." I had no idea what to say. What I do know, is that Tris was crying. "Y-yeah. So, that's everything." She said, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her school jacket. "I care about what people think because my father always had something to say. Sometimes it was that I'm ugly, sometimes it was that I'm weak. One time, she said I was getting to fat, so he didn't let me eat for a whole month." 

That set me off. Yes, I've never carried Tris before, but she's just so tiny! I mean, she's short and skinny, and god, so jam farglie. Now I know why she's all those things. Except for the short part, cause Shoto and Dabi are really tall. 

"Okay, first of all, you are not fat. And you are beautiful and strong. Secondly, you should not call him 'father'." She looked at me with a hit of hope and a hit of confusion. "Wha-....what am I supposed to call him?" She asked. I thought about and four seconds later, I had an answer. "Flaming Garbage Can!"  She instantly started laughing. "I can't call him that!" She said giggling. "Yes you can. Watch!" 

I grabbed her wrist-gently because I not want redo the whole Bakugo and Midoraiy thing-and pulled her down stairs. "Hey everyone!" The rest of the League was here. Expect for Mirko, I have no idea where she is. They all looked to me. "Let's take a vote!" They all just stared confused.

"Who here thinks we should rename Endeavor to a Flaming Garbage Can!?" They all raised their hand's in less than a second. "I think it's official." I said turning to Tris. She playfully rolled her eyes. "Tris! Shots!?" Camie asked, already pouring to glasses. "Sure." I didn't think the she drank. Huh, now I know. "Corutland! You too!" She handed both of us a glass and said, "Too the Flaming Garbage Can." Tris giggled and we all said, "TOO THE FLAMING GARBAGE CAN!!" Then we got drunk.