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CH. III —— ANNOYING GIRL

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DESPITE HOTARU'S ENERGETIC personality, her hero attire was quite bleak and frankly, more emo than she would've preferred it be.

With a quirk like her's, she was hesitant to complain about it.

Hotaru adjusted the gas mask hung around her neck, following quickly after Imoshi and Satsuki, who were conversing loudly ahead.

Well, one of them was speaking loudly.

"That's not fair!" Imose yelled, an uncharacteristically furious expression on her face. "—It was a long time ago... and we—!"

"Muzukashi hush...!" Satsuki hissed, raising one hand to interrupt the shorter blonde and the other to adjust her glasses. Their ice-cold gaze observed the other, trailing up and down her body before laying on her face. "...Your quirk. Calm down, I wasn't threatening you."

With a few deep inhales, Imose let her blood pressure reach back to a normal level, her body immediately relaxing. But the furious look on her face remained present.

"That's bullshit," she accused, messily raking her fingers through her hair. "You know damn well why I can't—"

"—Boo!"

"Holy shit!" Imose screamed, glancing back at Hotaru with an annoyed look. "...Hotaru!"

"That's me!" She chirped, her head suddenly tilting when she realized the obvious. "And uh... are you two okay? I thought I heard yelling or something...?"

In nearly less than a second, Imose slung an arm around her friend's shoulders, letting out a joking scoff. "Pfft—! We're fine! Tsuki just got on my nerves is all!"

Satsuki, in response, nodded her head calmly. "...Yes. I apologize for that by the way."

"All is forgiven!" Imose giggled, latching an arm around Hotaru's and dragging her down the hall. "C'mon Hotaru! Let's go impress your little boyfriend!"

Hotaru made a face of embarrassment, her mind completely doing a u-turn from the conversation she overheard. "H—Hey...! Not my boyfriend!"

The mischievous duo ran away, leaving Satsuki all alone in the hallway. Her eyes trailed after them, lingering on Imose's figure a little longer in slight regret.

"—That didn't go well," they muttered bitterly to herself, her slow footsteps echoing in the halls.

"...I didn't even get to ask what I needed to know..."

Meanwhile, Hotaru chased Imose outside, yelling obscenities about the merits of being stepped on, or something. Monoma watched silently, his face buried into his palms out of pure embarrassment.

"Oi." Bakugo glanced over to his Class 3-B counterpart, raising an eyebrow at his sudden bashfulness. "...What's got you all riled up?"

Monoma peeked out from between his fingers, a suddenly disgusted look written on his face. "I don't need any help—especially not from Class 3-A scum."

The more ferocious blond let out an annoyed scoff. "Well damn..." he murmured, crossing his arms tightly. "...Fuck me for trying to be nice and fucking help you for once."

Bakugo turned away, mumbling annoyed nonsense. Monoma watched him carefully, his glance flickering between Hotaru and him before he released a frustrated sigh.

"That girl—" he pointed in the brunette's direction. "...She's absolutely getting on my nerves."

But Bakugo only raised an eyebrow curiously. "...In a good way or a bad way?"

"—I don't know." Monoma ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes shut in the process. "Both...?"

An awkward silence enveloped them, the only indication of life being the distant yelling of Hotaru and Imose. Bakugo let out a breath, observing the first-year duo. "...Something about that girl is so fucking weird... but I can't put my finger on it."

"Really?" Monoma gave his counterpart a weird look, glancing to where the first-year students began to gather. "...She just looks like some common brunette."

"What? I'm talking about the blonde one," Bakugo growled, letting out an impatient scoff after a few seconds of stunned silence. "—But sure, that brunette is fucking annoying."

Monoma went fully silent after that, contemplating the Bakugo's words. What was so familiar about the blonde girl? She was only a first-year; insignificant and annoying.

Distractedly, he glanced back over to where Hotaru stood with one foot pressed against her fallen friend's shoulder, giggling with a shining triumphant smile.

Her short brunette curls bounced when she laughed, resting peacefully on her shoulders only a moment later. Hazelnut-brown eyes glittered proudly in the morning sun, causing Monoma to nearly tremble in his hero-costume at her beauty before he caught himself.

His eyes narrowed into irritated slits.

...That girl sure is annoying.

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