When are we ourselves?

Chapter 21- This is it

Oboro smiled and this is it. Aizawa sat down in Touya's chair. The blue eyes were met with the black. The teacher wasn't smiling. Which isn't abnormal... it would of been scarier if he was smiling. I mean Aizawa looks like Totoro smiling except even creepier somehow. The blue haired boy smirked.

"So Kumo right?"

"Yessssir."

"Oboro's son?"

"Yessssir."

"You don't mind school as much as your friend?"

"Yessssir."

"You and him are close?"

"Yessssir."

"You know his quirk."

"Yesssssir."

"... are you just gonna say Yesssssir for all the answers."

"What?"

"Are you just saying yesssir for all the answer?"

"Wha?"

"Yessssir for all the answers?"

"Huh?"

"Yessssir are you saying it for everything?"

"Please can you repeat that?"

"Yessssir is your answer for everything."

"Nooo sir." Oboro said while laughing.

"You antagonising me aren't you?" Aizawa asked

"What?"

"Ha your not getting me this time."

"Oh no I genuinely don't know what antagonising means this time."

He wasn't lying. Oboro actually had no idea what that meant. The insomniac sighed and looked at the boy he genuinely looked like Oboro. He's the splitting images. Aizawa turned away. It's my fault.... Aizawa thought bitterly.

"Tell me about your mum?"

"Mum?" Oboro blinked...... the realisation a minute to late for a child to be born there must be a mother and a father. Or a quirk but they have a record of that. "She ditched. Yep. Ran away. Disappeared. Vanished. Ha ha."

His eyes dodged to the clock. However Aizawa had focused on the fact that his mother had left. His best friends child. He left his best friends child alone on the street. He could feel tears. He could of helped "Kumo". And of course Oboro noticed and went to comfort him.

"Look Shouta it's not your fault. She was an..... alcoholic anyways. Plus I met Shimo so." Damn Dabi pathological lying syndrome thing is rubbing of on me.

This Aizawa feel even worse. Imagine having the bomb shell that DEAD best friend who was like a brother to you had a child who didn't help and that Oboro's son had a mother who has alcoholic deadbeat who ran away leaving the child all alone with no one. The black haired boy sighed maybe he was being to harsh.

"Kumo. How long did you know your mother for?"

"Not long. So don't ask to many questions."

"Great." Aizawa choked out, "you may leave."

"I'm really sorry but know my dad looked up to you." He got out of his chair, "Also Umm I didn't know like half the answers for the test so I put Harry Styles for the answer."

He clicked his tongue then moonwalked out of the room. Aizawa laughed. He is incredibly like Oboro.

What was happening with Touya? 🎶

The red head leant against the wall. He knew Oboro was at least gonna be an hour.

Bloody idiot doesn't know any of the answers.

That's why Momo and Jirou walked down the hallway hand in hand. Before smiling and letting going racing at Dabi. Who was busy minding his own business. The girl walked up to him and dragged him away from the door. It took a few seconds for him to process what was going on before he pulled away falling on the ground.

"What the hell?!" He jumped

But what's was funny was the fact that he was shorter than Momo so he just turned to the goth girl.

"You are coming shopping with us." Said the black haired girl. This was more of a statement than a question. He knew of no non violent was of getting out of there as he eyed the exit. This was scarier than the test room. Swallowing he looked at Jirou. He sighed.

"Okay."

As if he was in a position to say no. Within seconds he was getting pulled along. It was a massive shopping Mall.

"Do you know Kumo's size?"

"Why would I know that Emo?"

"Your calling me Emo Shimo."

"Good point."

The three of them were walking round like a jolly old family. Dabi was standing awkwardly in the middle of the two girls. Who were giving them eye signals as of communicating telepathically. They walked straight under the store about 60 times. Not that Dabi was counting or looking at the same exit for that many time no. He was just noticing them waking in a circle. He deeply sighed.

"Are you two dating?" He asked... because the silence was murdering him. The two just stopped.

"You have gaydar my dear." The black haired said, "meaning you aren't straight either and you like someone."

"What?"

"Momo I don't think."

"No Jirou. He's going red."

It was true. The boy was going redder than his hair upon mention of his "crush". He couldn't help it. Shockingly enough he get embarrassed really easily especially if it's to do with his "crush".

"... where are we going?" He asked turning around to hide his face.

"My goth shop."

"I could guessed that... Jirou right?"

"Yes."

"Let's go, Kumo will take forever anyways." He yawned a bit. However those few were quickly interrupted by a lady with long blonde hair. She had a camera and smiled.

"I was wondering if I could take a picture of the happy couples around this mall. May I ask which are you ladies are with this strapping young fellow? And which is third wheeling?"

"The strapping young fellow is third wheeling this cute couple."

"Oh my..."

"Yeh."

"So your single?"

".... No."

"Oh."

"This was fun but me and the two girls have got to go."

"Hmm I didn't want the picture anyways."

"Oh great."

The three disappeared around the corner into Pot Hopic... the trendy clothes shop which Jirou shops at. And no it's not a drug store; the author just was to idle to think of a good clothes shop name.

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This was so annoying Wattpad deleted two of my chapter...
well it's left like 100 words for me
And I thought it posted last weeks one but no it decided to delete it because I wrote it offline and Wattpad hate me
Or is that just a glitch...