Bnha x Male Oc

Hey look! A broccoli!

On one normal sunny Friday afternoon...

"You need to think about your future, you guys are in your final year of middle school, think about what the whatchami-call it counselor said to you." The teacher said, his sharp eyes drifted towards the clock, 3:20. He seemed to be eager to bolt out of the classroom too.

A nearby classmate nudged me."Hey, Gou, you're going to U.A right?" She asked kindly while smiling.
I returned the favor, showing off my fangs."You bet! I'm going to ace that exam!"
    
Thwack
The teacher's stick resonated the whole room before a very irritated voice called out to him sternly. "Horiyami Gou, I suggest you not talk in my class."

        I lifted my hands in mock surrender "Yes sensei ."

Hey, my name is Horiyami Gou, I am a middle schooler, and my dream is to become a pro-hero.

The sight of the clock made me groan when I saw how much time class was left, that earned me a glare from the teacher, I could feel his burning gaze from a mile away.
I doodled in my open text book, I sketched a beautiful stick figure, his palm a blazing fire. I hear giggles from classmates and I turn my head just in time to see a few people looking away. They probably saw my awesome art, people are just like that.

This is was thankfully the last period of school, and as much as I would have loved to catch up on my sleep like my classmates in the back but unfortunately my quirk doesn't allow me to. It auto enhances my senses so I often have over sensory symptoms and can't sleep well at night or during the day. As of right now, their snores seem to vibrate in my ears...even now, I can hear the teacher's sharp tone and the sounds of chalk on the blackboard.
Over the years, I have managed to take it as a positive sign, though, getting jumped is near impossible! I puffed out my chest proudly as I thought.

A few minutes later, the classmate in front of me handed me a piece of paper, a pop quiz for today's math...but I don't feel like doing it at all, besides I already know how to do these calculations from the many cram classes I take on the weekends.

A paper ball hit me on the head and I immediately open it up, knowing who it is from.

Gou, still up for todays plans? Remember, your still paying for my meal!

My friend from childhood, Fujioki Kiriom always hangs out with me on Thursdays. We'd play arcade games to pick who's paying for Friday snacks at McDonald's and unfortunately, I always lose. I swear the games are always against my favor, who made Dance Dance Revolution soo hard?

The chatter and cheers snapped me out of my little trance, the bell had already rung? So much for my super-hearing ears. Luckily, my ears didn't fail me this time and I heard a pair of light familiar footsteps heading towards my direction.

"Gou-kun." I felt my shoulder being lightly tapped, I recognized that silky smooth voice instantly; Kiriom. "Come on, slow poke, let's go get my celebratory fries."

    "Yeah, okay just-" and then, I felt it, the tingle. The tingle happens when my quirk wants me to go somewhere, normally somewhere that involves fighting, or to escape when something bad is happening. "Uh- Kiriom? Mind if I cancel just for today? We can go tomorrow."

Kiriom looked at me, laughed and shook his head fondly.
"And here I was thinking you wouldn't chicken out."Neon yellow met golden and I was swept away by his beauty once again. Kiriom is a beautifully tanned boy with golden hair and eyes that always enchanted me, just like that first time we met.
After a few moments, I realize that I've spaced out and reluctantly responded "Yeah, sorry but I need to do something later." I hate lying, even more so to Kiriom and my grandma.