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"Shoji!" The boy turned around to see a smiling Azrael being followed by a quiet Shoto.
"Hello." He bowed his head slightly to greet them."Do you wanna join our class karaoke night?" She asked excitedly.
"It's not really my scene I'm afraid." Shoji declined politely."We asked the principal and everything! We are all just hanging out! You don't have to sing!" She smiled.
"Are you?" He asked Shoto.
"Over my dead body." Shoto frowned.
"He doesn't know it yet, but he's gonna." She whispered to Shoji.
"Oh I see." He chuckled."Anyways! It's just to hang out! Even Bakugo is going!" She grinned.
"I NEVER AGREED BIRDBRAIN!" An angry voice came out of nowhere.
"But Kiri said you're coming!" She grinned.
"OH DID HE. WELL I GOT A THING OR TWO FOR THAT SHITTY-" He paused at her pouting face."Stop that you're freaking me out." He raised an eyebrow.
"But you're not joining and it's my first time to be with all of you guys..." She looked at him with big eyes."That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen." He deadpanned.
"Bakugo can't have fun to save his life!" Sero casually leant on Azrael's shoulder.
"Isn't that right?" He smiled cheekily at the furiously trembling blonde boy."I WILL BEAT YOU! I'M COMING!" He pulled an approaching Kirishima out of the room.
"Thank you Sero!" Azrael hugged him. "No sweat! It's not something I'd want to miss!" They laughed together.
"Move." Todoroki pushed his face away after Azrael.
"Hey!" Sero exclaimed."Mine." Shoto looked at him.
"He isn't wrong." Azrael peaked over his shoulder, then hovered above him."She's my friend!" Sero huffed.
Aizawa watched the class laugh at Azrael and Sero with quiet fondness. He then glared at Mineta in the corner, staring up at Azrael's flying figure from below.
"Mineta." Shoto then noticed the short boy. He squeaked in fear.
"That's not manly, Mineta." Kirishima shook his head in disappointment.
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FIRE LILY✔️
Fanfiction⚘ Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. ⚘ ~E