TᕼE ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ IᑎᔕIᗪE [1]

what the hell did i just say

you're so weak

"shut the hell up, you try listening to mina and trying to learn how to dance and get everything right for hours on end, bitch," i hiss in return, wincing as mina shouts at midoriya again. thankfully, i didn't get yelled at too much because my pink friend was considerate of my sensitive hearing, but that didn't mean i wasn't corrected almost every other time i moved.

yeah, no thanks. i'd rather not get involved

"rin-chan, stop letting venom distract you! you'll forget all the progress you've made at this point if you continue to let him distract you," mina scolds, and i nod with a small sigh before getting back in position.

we went at it for a bit more before mina gave us a small reprieve, midoriya yelling out, "togata-senpai!"

this effectively made us all turn around to see where he was waving, only to grow surprised at him sticking his ass out of a bush for some reason, and saw eri standing there looking at us worriedly.

"eri-chan!"

"here's a peach!" togata exclaims for some reason, and i can't resist from deadpanning at him.

"seriously, dude? aren't you older than us?" i mutter, but turn my attention back to the nervous little girl.

the group rush over, and i wave a little when i notice aizawa standing there as well, the man nodding at me. venom snorts when one of my classmates questions if eri was togata's kid, the parasite muttering about how the two look nothing alike with the blond's beady fuckin eyes.

i ignore our teacher when he mentions something to midoriya, instead moving to crouch a few feet away from the little girl, and i smile softly at her.

"hi, eri-chan. i'm glad you seem to be feeling better," i say softly, not wanting to overwhelm her by being loud.

she stares at me for a few moments, but then her eyes widen and she digs in her adorable little bag for something. once she seems to find it, she takes it out and shows it to me with a questioning look on her face.

i look at the object for a second then make a small "ah" noise, smiling again. "that's the card i asked sensei to give you. did you like it?" the little nod with her innocent, big wide eyes has me practically melting on the spot. she was so cute, oh my god!

"my name is rin. it's nice to officially meet you, eri-chan," i tell her, continuing to smile, and i almost feel my heart stop when she gives a small, almost barely noticeable smile in return.

i grin, but then stand up and move out of the way when kirishima comes rushing out, introducing himself as well to the white haired girl. mina was quick to ask if we should take a break, earning an almost unanimous agreement from those of us on the dance team. eri stuck close to midoriya and togata, and the three of them left soon after with aizawa's permission.

"hey, sasaki."

i turn back to the man, a bit confused. "yes, sir?"

"has he been trying to eat anyone lately?" my teacher questions, staring down the parasite when his head pops out, and i roll my eyes at his whining.

"do you trust me that little, eye bags? i haven't had the sweet taste of flesh in almost a month, so there's no need to get so fuckin judgy, hobo man!"

both aizawa and i roll our eyes this time, before he turns his focus back onto me with an almost bored expression.

"i did some research, and i found out that eating chocolate can help with his cravings. that way you don't have to constantly look for people to satiate his weird ass appetite. just wanted to let you know, in case you already didn't," he explains his reason for calling me back while the others went inside, and my mouth opens slightly in realization.

"so that's why he would shut up about eating people a bit more whenever i had chocolate! i should've listened to hitoshi and done more research on substitutes for flesh, instead of being lazy."

aizawa just raises an eyebrow, but i grin brightly at him. "thanks, dad!"

i turn around and begin walking back towards the dorm building, about to go talk to sato about possibly paying him to make me chocolate sweets, when i realize what the fuck i just said.

hobo man is staring, time to pull an usain bolt and get the fuck out of here

instead of attempting to be like the fastest man to have run in the olympics, venom takes over my arms and somehow manages to launch me into the fucking heights alliance building, before dragging me away from the others and to my own room, where i land on my bed to try and process what the fuck i just did.

"did i just..."

"yep."

"and i called him..."

"uh-huh."

"and he's gonna fuckin..."

"oh, definitely, it's the end of the line for you, princess."

a scream escapes my throat, and i would feel bad for my classmates if i didn't have to deal with their noisy bullshit 24/7.

fuck you kaminari, just try to go to bed at a normal time instead of making a racket playing whatever games you play at four in the morning.

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midoriya getting "fired" from the dance team was probably the highlight of my week.

mina was so dramatic about it i couldn't help laughing at how soulless he looked upon mina declaring that he was fired.

i tuned out after kirishima apologized, instead looking nervously at sato. i've been trying to build up the courage to talk to him about my flesh substitute situation despite the fact that my companion continues to yell at me about either talking to the boy, or wanting to eat some humans.

when i mentioned it to kyoka and she asked why i couldn't just ask because i'd mentioned how it wasn't completely my anxiety getting in the way. it was my anxiety over talking to sato, who i honestly hadn't had many conversations with throughout the year so far. i felt bad about that, honestly, because i'd wanted to befriend him since he seemed so nice — and because he bakes which is amazing, i literally get such an appetite sometimes due to the little bitch inhabiting my body — and it was hard to talk to him now.

anyways, aside from that, aizawa and i have literally been so uncomfortable this entire week.

ever since i slipped and accidentally called him the forbidden term of endearment reserved for a male parental unit or a father figure, we hadn't talked. every time he was nearby, i would tense up and try to avoid eye contact as much as fucking possible, which wasn't that hard to be honest since he did the same thing, and we'd just generally avoid each other.

i hadn't mentioned that to anybody yet, but it looked like he had, considering present mic had pat me on the shoulder once with a wide grin on my way out of class once. there was also that one time that midnight had called me "mini zawa" for whatever reason as i was handing in some late homework, which made both of us uncomfortable.

look, if anyone should be aizawa's kid, it's hitoshi. he is literally almost a carbon copy of that man, i don't see why midnight is slipping up like this.

fuck life.

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this was shorter than usual, but at least i'm on time lol

shang-chi is an amazing movie btw, i recommend watching it if y'all are interested in marvel