MHA Oneshots // Good Grammar Guaranteed

Make a character's obsession or addiction an important element of your story.

It was a free period, and the class decided to spend it together in their homeroom class. The ticking clock on the wall told everybody that there was half an hour left until the end of school. In 1-A, some students, like Ojiro and Jiro, was trying to use this time to relax by putting in some headphones and either sleeping or reading. Others were using this free time to socialise with their friends, like Uraraka and Kirishima. Bakugo, not willingly, was hanging out with Kirishima, Mina and Denki. Sero had been talking to them before, but then had fallen asleep on his desk.

"Revision for those exams must have worn him out," Denki shrugged, and Mina agreed that he'd looked exhausted, like a deflated balloon.

The conversation had carried on, but Bakugo couldn't care less about the yapping losers. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on the table far out in front of him. Why did he agree to stay at school again? He could've just left and went back to his dorm, and upon realising this his mood dampened even more than it already was. Katsuki did notice something a while ago though, Deku was no where to be seen. 

On the other side of the classroom was Uraraka, Iida, Yaoyorozu, Iida and Todoroki; they were talking about their studies. But, pink cheeks honestly couldn't focus with the mouth-watering smell of soba coming from Todoroki - wait, where'd he even get that? After Shoto offered her some, they both shared the soba and satisfied her hunger, but she coughed from surprise when Iida yelled across the classroom to the blond, "Take your feet off the table, Bakugo!"

"Mind yer damn busi-"

The door slammed open, "HAHAHAHAHAH!" 

1-A's conversations were halted and everyone turned to face the origin of the laugh, even though they all knew who it must be, and they all collectively agreed that this person was a massive thorn in their side.

Groaning came from the yellow sleeping bag on the floor, "Monoma, please return back to your own classroom."

"No!" he promptly refused, grin wide on his face. "I have something about your precious, little, favourite kid in the class!"

Uraraka and Bakugo shared a look, and the girl stood up, "If you're talking about Deku, we don't care. Just leave us alone, Monoma."

Realising that his efforts were futile, Mr. Aizawa hadn't pushed further and zipped up the sleeping bag all the way - it was obvious he couldn't be asked to deal with whatever was about to ensue. Bakugo was about to leave his seat and pick a fight with the other infuriating blond, but at that moment, Midoriya walked into the classroom, with the coffee his teacher asked him to get. The scene caught his attention, and his classmates could practically see a question mark float above his head.

Monoma laughed again, plugging his phone into their sensei's computer. Ignoring all the protests from 1-A, he brought up a picture.

Crash!

Aizawa jumped up, practically ripping himself out of the banana-coloured sleeping bag. He furrowed his brows upon noticing the shocked faces of his students, like deer in headlights, "What's happened?!" he caught sight ofthe shattered mug on the floor, coffee splattered everywhere. "Midoriya, my mug!"

Monoma laughed, gesturing at the screen.

It was Izuku.

With a lit cigarette.

Personally, I don't like this chapter - it's like half the size of the one before it and also I don't think I would have gotten full marks if this was graded but ok

anyway yea love you guys and byeee xx