Blood and Air |The Sequel| {Bakugo X FemOC}

Something's Not Right

I was sitting on the sofa in the girls lounge, Ochaco curled up on the other side, Mina in a lounge chair, watching Mean Girls for the first time with them. We were going to have invite the others but training and practice for the festival took longer.

"Wait, so she gets hit by a bus, doesn't die, and gets a plastic surgeon who makes her look the same?" I question, Ochaco nodding along. "Huh. She must've got a surgeon from South Korea. They do the best work."

Mina giggled at me. "How do you know that?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I have dirt on people in power in the business world. The ones with the best plastic work get it done in South Korea."

Mina broke down in a fit of laughter as Ochaco shook her head with a small smile, the ending credits rolling. "I mean, if that is what an American high school is like, I can't blame Regina for being a boss bitch. Its step on or be stepped on."

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Ochaco spoke up, stretching her legs which were curled up. "A lot of schools are like that in Japan, minus the partying aspects."

I wouldn't know. I spend as much time in school as I did in their grasp, and my few moments were spent alone and out of it. There was always something else to think about, and seeing how easy it all was, I never put much effort into the social aspect of absolutely anything. Neither did Shoto.

"She's my personal favorite character," Mina said, sitting up and playfully flipping her hair over her shoulder — as much as she could. I absentmindedly threaded my hands through my hair, now a few inches past my shoulder. I don't know if I'm cutting it. "Listen, we are all wearing pink tomorrow, for it is Wednesday. It must be paired with white, or you're out!"

I opened my mouth to complain and claim that I don't have pink but Mina shut me down. "And you do have pink! I know because we forced you to buy some!"

"Its a plan! Let's act all Mean Girls on everyone tomorrow," Ochaco added, sounding a bit mischievous for her. My smile pulled at my lips.

"I think I can pull off a Mean Girls."

"Yes, you can. You will be a perfect Regina!" Mina cheered, clapping her hands.

"Why are you trying to get Mira to be Regina George?" We looked to the entrance to see Kyoka smirking at us with her arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the entrance to the girls lounge. "She's a real softie inside, it won't work."

I feigned a gasp along with Mina, although Ochaco nodded in agreement. "I can be a bitch if I want to be!" I claimed in false outrage, struggling not to laugh. Kyoka and Mina had the same struggle.

"Yeah! Let her bitch how she wants to!" Mina backed me up.

"Why the fuck are y'all tryna be bitches?" Katsuki's gruff voice added to the conversation as he popped up behind Kyoka, arms crossed and a bow quirked. Then Kirishima and Kaminari and Sero, like chipmunks, slid from the side and popped, 1, 2, 3, into line of view.

"As much as I love you girls, I think a bitch attitude is too far," Kaminari added, hands up as if he is placating.

I scoffed and sat up, snapping my fingers at them. "Don't tell me what an attitude is!" I crossed my arms and put on a face that I hoped was bossy. "Now get me a glass of water. I'm parched and I don't want the calories from iced tea."

I think three seconds of pure silence went by before they all broke in laughter. Kyoka covered her mouth to stifle it, Ochaco grinning at me, Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero full in laughing, and Katsuki giving me his biggest smirk.

I felt my cheeks bloom with heat and a little embarrassed. "It was not that bad... was it?"

"Yeah, Jiro's right. You aren't really Regina George material — unless, maybe around people you dislike," Kirishima said breathlessly, as the others recovered.