Morals

Eleven

       a/n-edited

    Two weeks had passed since the sports festival, and class went back to normal. Aizawa was late as usual, and the extras were obnoxious. When the old man, high off caffeine, finally arrived at class, he was carrying a stack of papers. He started writing on the board, which was— I'm guessing, the amount of work study offers each person got. The wit- I mean, Denai got the most since she was in first place. I was second with the amount I received. The papers Aizawa was passing out were the specific names of agencies offering us to join. The name that stood out the most was Mirko, the rabbit hero. With her being the number five hero and having the reputation she has, it would be a good choice for me to pick her. I could potentially become a sidekick at her agency and then go pro from there. Everyone was talking about who they would be going to. Unlike internships, where we don't actually do much field work, in the work study, we are temporarily employed for the year. We get to participate in serious missions and work directly with the heroes in charge. We gain more experience while still training to be heroes. 

Denai was talking to the other idiots when she spotted me. She sauntered over and placed her paper next to mine. At the top of the pros was none other than Mirko.

"You've gotta be fucking joking." She was her first pick for the work study program. Most of the heroes in her paper were women. Guys scouted her, too, but the women were excited to have a girl as powerful as Denai was.

"I see you've chosen her as well." 

"No shit." 

"I hope we get to work together while we're there." She said with a freakishly sweet smile. 

"tch." I turned away to hide my blush. 

      Aizawa told all of us to sit down so he could go over things. We've heard this speech before, and the speech was cut short. He went to nap in his sleeping bag as per usual. The rest of class was boring as hell. No training, no exercises, nothing. And those morons want to talk my ears off. I couldn't take any more, and I left. Luckily for me, it was lunchtime. I trudged down the hall as fast as I could to avoid those bastards, but to my dismay, they caught up. 

"Hey Bakubro, why are you walking alone all of a sudden, man?" Shitty hair asked, breathing heavily.

"None of your business!" I had my usual scowl on my face.

"Well, anyway, we plan to have a party at our place tonight. With it being the weekend and all, we decided that it would be fun." He said, handing me a flyer. 

"Stupid idiots......don't you know our apartment isn't big enough for a damn rager?" I admit that it would be fun, but it's too much for our apartment. 

"Nah, dude, it's not a rager. It's for class A, B, and C. Nothing too hot." Pikachu chimed in, walking with his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, it's totally gonna be awesome. Just imagine all the cute guys that are gonna be there....Oh! And girls, of course." Raccoon eyes gleamed from behind me.

"Just think about it, bro. It'll be fun." Tape arms finally spoke up.

"Fine! I'll fucking think about it." 

We walked into the cafe, where we set our things down at the table. We got in line while there were only a few people, and I got some spicy curry and a soda. I made my way back to the table, ready to eat. In the corner of my eye, I saw Denai entering the cafeteria with Ponytail. They seemed to be talking and having a good time. She was talking to Deku and Icy-hot, too, which, for some reason, caused my blood to boil. I gripped my spoon so hard that it bent. The idiots sitting with me stopped talking to look over at me.