We'll Grow Within Each other (Discontinued)

A Sculptors Bolt

She writes, writes, writes, and writes some more. It’s all she ever seems to be doing today. She feels as though she’s forgetting something but she just can’t put her finger on it. 

Doja cat is playing in the background as Mina sings along scribbling some english sentences for Mic’s class. Jeez, what are these informal slang words? Is this really what people use when speaking English like they’ve known it all their lives? Anyways, English is hard and Mina is having trouble forming informal sentences using slang words in a standard sentence. Mina didn’t understand the point of learning slang and all that, like, why couldn’t they just use normal English?-- A knock is heard, interrupting Mina from her fourth world tour with Doja. Another, and another, who the heck was knocking frantically at the door? Mina Jumped, a lowercase screech leaving her mouth. She just put a hand over her heart and breathed out while walking to get the door. There standing were two blondes, one red head, one head of purple hair, and the last one with black hair.

Mina, confused, damanded,”Are you fucking kidding me-You guys scared the living shit out of me! Explain yourselves!”

“Wow, chill pink one. We came here to hang out, we made plans earlier, remember?”...Are you kidding me?! That’s what Mina forgot! Sero really had to add on to his sentence,”You didn’t forget did you? We annoyed Bakugou the whole day to join! For pete’s sake you even jumped on him begging! Don’t tell me you forgot!” Sero whined.

Mina, in attempt to hide her guiltiness on forgetting, spoke “Uhmm..yeaa, I definitely didn’t forget..whatt? Pfft!” 

“Okay, If you didn’t forget then when were you planning on heading over? Huh? You mean to tell me that you weren't dancing and singing along to your music while having the time of your life just now?” Jiro accused, teasing her.

“U-okay, yea, fine. I forgot. You happy that I admitted it? I was doing work and singing along to my playlist. So, are the plans the same or did you guys alter them?” Mina asked in a defeated tone. 

“Nah, the plans stayed the same, just a later time because someone forgot about our weekley projects. Hmm, can’t imagine who that is, can you Denks?” Sero said, passing the conversation to allow Denki to add on.

Denki decided to play along,“Hmm, I think It was someone along the lines of ‘Pink’. I just can’t put my finger on it, Can you Kiri?”

“Hmm, I think this one calls her ‘Racoon Eyes’? Yes that's it, but what’s her real name? Any ideas, Bakubro?” Kirishima added, pointing to his buddy Bakugou.

“Eh?-No, I’m not adding on to this stupid conversation. I don’t even know your names most of the time, not unless one of you guys say the others names do I remember. I only remember the things I name, shittwad.”

“Woww, okay then, Yea, I’m definitely not offended bro.” Kirishima added, pretending to be deeply offended, Pretending to rub an invisible tear off his cheek. Bakugou just responded with a ‘Tch’ looking slightly upset.

“Alright, alright, it’s me, Mina Ashido. Now, let's get a move on before I jump on you and melt the teasing nature out of you boys.”

“Heyyy! What about Jiro?! She can’t get a free pass!” Denki whined.

“Hey! You really want me to get hurt? Some friend you are Jamming yay.” Jiro teased.

They all kept chatting as they walked out of the dorm and into Sero’s. Their activity for today is…Sculpting! It was Sero’s turn to choose, they normally skip over Bakugou because he doesn’t like making a huge fuss over what they do. So there they were in front of the dorm door. When they opened the door they let out their amazed faces they always let out when entering Sero’s dorm, every. Single. Time. Excluding Bakugou of course, he called his bedroom decent but amazing compared to said Mina’s or Denki’s. His Indonesian style bedroom never failed to comfort any of them. When they were sad they would just go to his room, lay on his little hammock or have fun looking and touching the different textures of fabric he used to put interest into the room. They walked in and immediately plopped down onto the floor around the table in the middle of the room. There, the table was covered in a white plastic and there were blocks and blocks of brownish reddish clay and tinfoil, wire, glue, and many different sticks and metal things used to refine the clay and shape what you were making better. Sero chuckled and sat down next to Denki who was already touching everything in sight. Denki was always the most touchy-touchy when it came to things, especially new things. What can he say, he learns through touch and experience..even if he gets a negative reaction sometimes.