{MHA} The Lonely Pyromaniac

12

-Ikemoto-

I sighed as I watched Izuku run up the hill towards UA. "Where does he get all that endless energy?" I grumbled under my breath. My headache had dulled overnight to just a slight pain, but it still hurt.

Jiro and Kaminari both gave me amused looks. "You get pretty fired up when you're trying to hype him up," Jiro pointed out. "He's just passionate about becoming a hero."

"Yeah, you do get pretty riled when you're talking about your brother," Kaminari said with a big smile on his face. "It's kinda scary seeing someone who pretends to be all grumpy and apathetic get all enthusiastic and energetic."

"Pretends to be apathetic?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

Kaminari nodded viciously. "You've gotta have something you love doing, right? Hey, now that I think about it, you're a lot like Jiro! She pretends to not care about anything, but she actually really likes musi- OW!!" he was cut of by Jiro smacking the back of his head.

"Let's hurry up; we're gonna be late," Jiro said, picking up the pace.

Kaminari and I trailed behind her, not walking any faster. "Man, I forgot how hard she hits my head when she's mad. It's kinda hot, not gonna lie."

"You're weird," I chuckled at his words. "You have a thing for tsunderes or something?"

"Shut up, man. Why do you have to be like this," Kaminari whined as we entered the school building. "Oh crap! Jiro was right; we're gonna be late!" he yelled. I sighed as Kaminari started running towards our classroom. We were already late anyway, and we couldn't exactly be more late, just later. There's a difference.

Besides, it wasn't really all that fair that we had to go back to school after what could have been a traumatic experience for some of us.

"Do you two care to explain why you're late?" Aizawa demanded, glaring at me and Kaminari. Kaminari practically shrivelled under his glare. I just thought it was funny that the teacher was wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

"We're not late. You guys are just early," I said, walking towards my seat at the back of the room.

I felt Aizawa's eyes glaring at my back. "Midoriya, the bell rang two minutes ago."

"If the bell doesn't dismiss me, then why should it tell me when to get here?" I demanded, sitting down. The whole class was watching me now. "I get here when I want to, never before, never after. I have a headache, so deal with it, Mummy Man."

"Ike-kun!" Izuku shouted, standing up from his desk. "Stop trying to aggravate the teacher," he scolded. "Sorry about him, Mr. Aizawa."

"Whatever," Aizawa sighed. "In any case, your fight is far from over," he announced. The class atmosphere tensed before the teacher continued, "The UA Sports Festival is about to begin."

I heard some of my classmates cheer, while others shared their doubts. I didn't care, and kind of just wanted to go to the cafeteria and eat tofu noodles. "Can you all shut up? I have a headache."

"As much as I hate to say it, Midoriya has the right idea here," Aizawa sighed. I seriously had to find a time to tell him to call me Midori instead of Midoriya because it was hard to keep track of who he was talking to. "However, we still haven't done your training at the USJ yet. Grab your hero costumes, we're going at it again."

All of the students went and left to change into their costumes, and I was no different. After getting changed, some of the students discussed their worries about the exercise.

"Isn't this a really bad idea? I mean, we almost died, remember?" Mineta protested. "We were almost killed two days ago! It could happen again!"