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Title: That Boy Is Mine
Chapter Name: Overview
Point Of View: Sero Hanta
Word Count: 1141

It's been about half a week since we've started the project, and Iida won't give me a break about it. Above said project, Aoyama keeps pesturing me, and it seems Todoroki has taken his break from pesturing Bakugo to do the same to me. I'd walk out of my dorm and every once and a while, I'd see a note or gift from a secret admirer I have. I could easily tell who it was from: Aoyama- because of the handwriting.

'What does this guy want from me?'

Everytime I felt like blowing his brains out, I'd remind myself that this is just how Aoyama acts. Even Midoriya Izuku mentioned that he'd seen the blonde outside his window at two in the morning one night. But really, did Aoyama hate me so much as to go out of his way to make my life a living hell? Did he just want attention? Was he doing this to be my friend?- I thought we were already friends. Did he have a crush on me-

'No, he doesn't. Stop being selfish, Hanta.'

I remind myself as I'm folding my clean clothes on my bed. I've never romantically felt anything for anybody, but recently these two boys keep pesturing me.

Todoroki Shoto, he's not the kind of guy you'd expect to be clingy or attention seeking, but not to me. He always tried to get my attention with little things- not as persistent as Aoyama, though (thankfully).

Aoyama Yuga , he's like a living torcher device with his "charming" personality. I mean. He's kind of cute, I'll give him that. But, thatdoesnt make up for the fact that he's weird, then again, isn't everybody? I know I am, but Aoyama is a different kind of weird.

I guess you could add in Iida Tenya to this list. But not really, he's sort of just nice to me, as he is. He's really sweet, and I'm lucky that he doesn't hate me or anything. That being said, I'm not stupid. I've started to pick up on these little signs that him and Roki have been leaving. Shoto, especially. Now, I don't like assuming people have certain feelings for me, only because I don't wanna be selfish and think the world revolves around me. But, even for me being oblivious, I can kind of tell that Todoroki has some sort of affection for me. And Iida is nicer to me than usual.

Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond flattered by all of the affection I've gotten from these three boys, but it's confusing. For example, I'm like 96% sure that Shoto likes Katsuki. I also thought Aoyama was obsessed with Deku before all of this. And lastly, I don't have a reason for Iida Tenya acting this way.

Don't get me wrong, though, I love the affection and attention I've been getting, and I don't, by any means, want it to stop any time soon. But, I don't know how to deal with it, in fact, it's kind of stressful. Aoyama: constantly trying to get my attention. Todoroki: can't pick between Bakugo or me to be friends with. Iida: suspiciously nice to me.

And at the end of the day, I'm just confused between whether they romantically like me, or they just wanna use me for something. Iida and Todoroki aren't the type to do that, but I could still see Todoroki as the type who would use me for something. For now, I'll try my best to shut it out and decline anything that's asks of me.

As for the project, tonight, I went into Iida's room as we finished the last of the notes.

"You see, you can't get too close to the target, even in close combat, especially if they have some sort of sharp weapon. That's when you have to be extra cautious when handling those sorts of villains or criminals, because they could easily stab, cut, or injure you in many various ways." Iida Tenya ranted on about the precautions of close combat fighting techniques and fighting styles. Not gonna lie, I nearly fell asleep, but then he mentioned knifes, and I lifted my head in interest. He noticed and commented on it, saying that "it was inappropriate to only be interested in violence evolving sharp weapons such as knifes, swords, daggers... etc. etc.

"Mhm!" I nodded along in enthusiasm. I really wasn't enthusiastic eabout anything, I just wanted to rush this so I could ask him something. "Ok, ok, ok... Iida, can I ask you something?"

"Does it relate to the project format in any way?" He asked, leaning his head onto his hand. His glasses were taken off as he put contact lenses in because "it was annoying to have glasses on all the time." I shook my head at his question, then picking up a pencil and copying down what i remembered hearing him say. I heard him quietly sigh, as he opened his mouth to say something. "What's your question, Sero?" He asked, looking annoyed, assuming I wouldn't let it go until I got to ask.

"Would you, since it's late and it'd be weird if someone found me sneaking out in the hallway in the middle of the night... would it be ok if we has a sleepover?" I asked, a knot growing in my stomach by the awkward request. I nervously tapped my finger on the desk, twirling a strand off hair in my hand. Iida noticed, (he was good at that) and furrowed his eyebrows, looking away to think about it.

Stupidity filled up inside my body as the irrationality came to view. I quickly gathered my notebook and pencil, gesturing to leave as I already knew the answer. I felt so embarrassed.

'Why would I ask something so stupid?'

Before I pushed my chair in I felt a firm grip on my wrist. I jerked my head towards my wrist, then looking at Iida as he spoke, not once making eye contact with me.

"I suppose you can stay for the night, especially since we don't have school tomorrow, as it is a Saturday, you can stay... I'd actually quit like that." Iida held his breath, not quit sure if I was still up for the idea. I gasps, teasing the class president about being a softy, which he just laughed in return. I sat my things back down on the desk.

I didn't think he'd say yes, but it was relieving when he did. I didn't think he would.

(Sorry this one 2x longer than usual, I just got carried away... but I don't regret it... I fucking love this story and can't wait to add more when I can... anyways love you!!) 🎇❤️😘💓🎇

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