Heterochromatic

[29] Kill

Ekio smiles widely as Bakugo starts trying to piss Todoroki off by sitting on her desk and picking fights with her. He is sitting on her desk in front of her with his feet on either side of her legs on her chair.

"I am not a damn loser!" He growls, leaning towards her.

"You are thought, my little Bus Boy," Ekio replies, leaning towards him as well. "Because I let you win."

"You did not let me fucking win, you damn idiot."

"Pick a new insult you shit head." Their foreheads touch as they continue to glare playfully at each other.

Ekio is smirking gleefully and trying to hide it as Bakugo full on rages at her with his face.

"If you two aren't going to work together, then go back to your seats," Aizawa mumbles, coming out of his sleeping bag momentarily to tell the two off.

Bakugo gets off the desk, smacking Ekio around the head as he gets off the seat. She whines and smacks his back loudly before sinking back into her seat. She looks over to Shoto, who does not look impressed.

"Hey, I was thinking–"

"Are you even listening? Are you asking me to beat you again Soba bitch!?" Bakugo yells from across the room, apparently, he has been speaking.

"Please, we all know I let you win." Ekio smirks, slowly turning to look at him once again.

Aizawa sighs and shakes his head, "Both of you, cool it. Now."

"Sorry, Sensei . . . " Ekio's grin doesn't leave her face as she looks away.

She once again foes to open her mouth to say something to Shoto, but a knock comes from the door, making her stop talking.

"Yes?" Aizawa's voice echoed, the class going eerily silent.

The door slides open, Ekio glancing at it lazily before turning to whisper to Shoto. But as her eyes land on who is stepping through the door, she stops.

"Sorry to barge in Aizawa-sensei, could I just speak to Ekio for a second?" Xian is smiling at the teacher, taking in the yellow sleeping bag wrapped around him.

Ekio scowls, not particularly wanting to speak with the boy.

"Make it quick. Ekio, go."

'How could you betray me like this, Aizawa? Do I not mean anything to you?' She begrudgingly gets up out of her chair, stalking her way over to Xian and barging past him.

"I won't be long," the said boy assures the teacher before stepping out of the classroom and closing the door.

Ekio is . . . livid, to put it nicely. She has no reason to be made to speak to this imeblic and would more than rather be alone for the rest of her life than talk to this piece of shit.

"What." She half barks, her brows knitting together as she meets Xian's more gentle gaze. "The fuck do you want that you have to come all this way just to embarrass me like this?"

"How are you doing?" Xian replies.

'Are you fuck-ing kidding me?' Ekio snaps back slightly in surprise.

She was expecting something a little more, 'are you scaring all the people away?' 'Do you still slice people up?' Something more sinister and ugly, not her brother actually 'caring' about her.

"Why the hell should you care?" Ekio cringes as she starts to sound a little bit like Bakugo.

"I was just wondering if you were doing okay after the sports festival." Xian breaks out into a grin, hinting at the fact that Ekio knows he was there, and that she also knows he was the one that caused the explosion.