Monachopsis || Bnha AU

Companions | 08

"C'mon, now. You're gonna bite off your chopsticks if you keep that up, Bakubro." Kirishima nudged beside him, earning a scowl from the boy. Bakugou looked to be dragged to this table, not an inch of his body language indicated his willingness to even breathe the same air as these people. And the boy was in fact quite literally dragged here, it was a pain that Kirishima was completely unfazed by his explosions.

The canteen was flooded with a sea of students, their empty stomachs starving and growling; welcoming any sort of food with open arms. Long lines queued in a hurried manner, the area consisted of hungry students, a few laughing classmates, an angry pomeranian, a deadpan boy and a confused ghost.

Sero ignored Bakugou's temper tantrum, already used to the whole ordeal that happens at least twice every day. "But that was really impressive, it was almost like watching a live-action film." he butted in, referring to the conversation that happened before Kirishima's comments on pissy Bakugou.

Kaminari nodded, "Yeah-! Teach us some techniques, won't you? Don't just keep em to yourself now." he clapped his hand together, pleading for him to reveal his secret moves. With moves like that, Kaminari could swoon anyone with just a wink of an eye. Just thinking about it sent him to his own dreamland of absurd scenarios; sending the boy laughing stupidly to himself.

"Exactly! I wanna do cool moves like that too!!" Mina exclaimed, punching the air. The duo stared at the boy with awaited gazes, he didn't know what to do with those sparkles in their eyes. Ahane couldn't be more bothered to teach them techniques that took him years to master, the boy himself wasn't the best at teaching anyway; he was more of a show than tell type of person.

"There're no secret techniques, just practice."

"Whatt-" / "Boringgg-"

Kirishima chuckled, "Somehow, I kinda expected that answer." glancing at the disheartened pair. It was hard to imagine the two in front of him are future pro heroes with their sullen expressions and slouched back.

Midoriya watched the interaction happening between them, not knowing exactly how to react. "I guess your plan to befriend some classmates was a success...?" The whole process was somewhat of a blur to the boy; Ahane had planned to join in on some friends to 'get to know them more.' Midoriya was immediately on board with the idea, but he wasn't expecting this to be the first group Ahane would join. Looking at Ahane's usual blank face, he was under the impression that he had no clue why he was there too, the answer lies within the slight scrunch of his nose.

A sigh escaped, Ahane couldn't even enjoy a civil conversation with his newfound friends without sensing a stinging sensation from Bakugou's fiery glare. Your presence annoys me too, he complained internally. This was the last group of people he wanted to join, the obvious reason being a blonde boy sitting grumpily across from him.

"Kacchan's staring real hard at you, Ahane-kun."

"I can feel it, why don't you go and tell him to stop that."

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Same time, same place. The boy once again seemed out of place in the noisy and chaotic compound filled with students' yells of joy and sometimes whines of disappointment. His back sat comfortably on the wall, resting his straining eyes as he tried to block out the annoying and futile shouting; the unnecessary bellows of his fellow classmates were ringing in his head.

"Ahane-kun..." He could hear Midoriya calling out for him, but his eyes kept closed. Every scream and shout was slowly blending together into an amalgamation of muffles, Ahane wasn't sure if that was helping or worsening the headache. Within that jumbled mass of noises, the bold and heavy steps heading towards him were getting louder by the minute. Was it so hard to ask for a peaceful afternoon? Now there was another voice added to his source of annoyance.