Nobody Will Ever Believe You

Fuck You And Your Chicken Strips

Hi, yes, it's me, back on my shit again

Izuku's POV:

After my night excursion, I was in fact tired so the fact that it was a school day wasn't vibing with me.

What did I do about this? 

Abso-fuckin-lutely nothing. 

Why?

It's UA. If I hack the roster, I'll probably get caught, and that's not a conversation I want to have with anybody any day.

So instead of using the power of gold and anime on my side to get out of school, I just decided to commit drink water crime again.

And trust me, when the first support course student woke up to me mixing Red Bull, high amounts of caffeinated powder, all 39 flavors of monster, the 40 flavors of bang, a couple packets of fun dip, cotton candy, and using a 13 volt batter as a mixing tool, it's safe to say that they were concerned.

Turns out, they have a moral compass, so they ran over to stop me.

"wOAH, what are you doing?!" They seemed like, actually concerned, which hasn't happened since I was four, so, y'know, twas new.

"Mixing together Red Bull, high traces of caffeine powder, all 39 flavors of monster, all 40 flavors of bang, a bunch of fun dip, melting cotton candy inside the mixture, and stirring it with a 13 volt battery." I May or may not have said that to scare him off. Sadly, it did not work.

"What the hell?! That can kill you!"

"You can't kill me, I'm a bad bitch!"

"Midoriya, no."

"Midoriya, yes."

"Don't make me take away you kitchen privileges." I took that as my cue to leave before he could dump it, and so I just ran from the kitchen, questionably big bowl full of my mixture somehow not spilling. "MIDORIYA!"

"OTHER SUPPORT STUDENT I TOTALLY KNOW THE NAME OF!"

"GIVE THAT DEATH PLAGUE BACK!"

"YOU CANT MAKE ME, I HAVE RIGHTS!" I ran into my dorm and locked the door. I still had way too much time until school was supposed to start, so I started refrigerating the mixture, and shoved some of it into a flask. 

Still having an unholy amount of free time, I decided to use my support course privileges. And by that, I mean that we don't do dress code.  In the support studio specifically, we don't need dress code, so we kinda just started not doing it in general. 

Now for a normal human being, they would wear something average, maybe get a couple holes in it, and be fine. 

But I'm not a normal person. So I decided to put on

-A creepy ass black shirt covered in eyes

-Tight, black shorts 

-Mismatched red and gold knee-high socks

-Hawks' official hero costume aviator jacket 

And as I stepped out of the dorm, flask in hand and badass outfit on, i knew two things.

1. 2+2=22

2. I'm probably gonna get fucked up today.

Have a good morning afternoon or night, and I'll see you next time!