Coffee Beans and Blood-Stained Jeans

Serious Class Talk

Izuku POV:

Dammit. I rushed out of the library before checking out the book I wanted. And I'm gonna be late to class. Kaachan is gonna be so mad at me.

I race through the hallways, trying to avoid students as I rush to class.

I can't help but think about Shinso. If he's interested in me, why does he want me to tell Kaachan something? And what does "he needs to pick up his napkin?" even mean?

I run into the lecture hall and glance around for Kaachan, who's angrily glaring at the door, waiting for me. I glance up at the wall clock, and notice that it's 8:29--phew, I made it just in time--as I head over to the empty seat on his right. Kirishima is sitting next to Kaachan, on his left, since the two of them are best friends too. I slide into to my seat quietly, panting and trying to control my breathing. Kaachan just continues glaring at me, waiting until I've caught my breath before he starts lecturing me.

Honestly, I still can't we've become as close as we have, since graduation. That time was such a sad occasion, learning that our dreams meant nothing, and I'm still surprised that through that Kaachan and I were able to repair our friendship. It makes me so happy, knowing that we were able to become friends again. He's the only one who really has any idea how hard my life has been--though he doesn't even really know the half of it.

I finally catch my breath, locking eyes with Kaachan. He crosses his arms, and raises his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"So, Deku, why were you almost late?" he says, knowing that the teacher won't be here for another ten minutes--this class' teacher is Aizawa-sensei, and he always likes to sleep in.

"I was meeting with someone in the library. I already told you before I left," I say nervously, looking down and fiddling with with my hands.

"That doesn't explain why were you almost late. You're usually pretty punctual. Who were you talking to?" He asks, his suspicion growing.

It's not that I don't want to tell him, it's just that I don't want to tell him yet.

Kirishima pipes in, "Was it the 'purple-haired insomniac' that Bakubro was just ranting about? Cause I'm pretty sure I know a guy that fits that description and goes here."

I blush and nod, "Do you mean Shinso?"

Kaachan glares at me even harsher--if that's possible--and Kirishima gasps, "Wait, you were really talking to s...Hitoshi?"

"Yeah...?" I say, rubbing my nape nervously.

Kaachan talks slowly and methodically, trying to contain his anger, "And what, pray tell, were you two talking about?

"Uh... well... um... you see... he... he asked me on a date... and..." I start to mutter before Kaachan grabs my shoulders harshly.

"He what?!" Kaachan yells, starting some of our nearby classmates who aren't used to his yelling.

I blush brightly, keeping my eyes away from Kaachan's face, "He asked me on a date?"

He nearly growls, "If you told that creepy fucker yes, I'm gonna have to kill that annoying bastard."

I cross my arms and pout, "First off, I'm a big boy Kaachan, and I can go on dates with whomever I want. Second, I told him no, so don't get your panties in a twist. And third, he told me to tell you something."

I finally find the courage to look up at him, and he looks so mad--gods, I haven't seen him this angry in a while. Though, the tips of his ears are red, which is totally confusing me.