During homeroom, Mr. Aizawa had instructed us to meet at Field Gamma for our hero class. The breakup was two weeks ago, and I was somehow still keeping it together in front of my friends. Maybe the years of lying to everyone helped with that. Midoriya seemed to get the hint and left me alone, though I did occasionally catch him staring at me. Anyway, the class met up in our hero costumes. Actually, Sero and Sato weren't present. I believe that they're making up absent work.
"I can't believe we're already back at it!" Toru giggled, as her boots jumped happily. "Aren't you excited?"
"Don't you get cold like that, Hagakure?" Kyoka questioned.
"Yeah, I'm freezing." The invisible girl laughed.
Katsumi smiled, crossing her arms. "You've got guts."
Mina slid on the concrete, waving her arms in the air. Her tan vest now had half sleeves and a thicker fur collar to keep her warm. "Clock my winter outfit. Isn't it, like, super cute?"
"It's lovely!" Momo grinned.
I shivered, rubbing my arms. "I wish I was able to change my costume like that. Sucks that it's an inconvenience for my arms to be fully covered."
"Everyone's costumes have changed since we started school, haven't they?" Iida sounded a little too enthusiastic for nine in the morning. "They've adapted just as we have!"
A gloved hand harshly gripped my shoulder. Turning my head, I saw that it was Katsumi, who was foaming at the mouth and pointing... at Bakugo. He also had a costume change, adopting longer sleeves and a collar around his shirt.
"You good?" I raised a brow, as I watched her stare at her boyfriend.
"God, the things I'd let that man do to me-"
"Okay, that's enough." I covered her mouth, as I watched Midoriya pester the blonde. He doesn't seem too affected by dumping me. "Now that I think about it, Katsumi, have you changed your costume at all?"
"Oops, I guess I forgot to show you!" The white-haired girl giggled, before tapping her shoe on the ground. Out from the heel came a wheel. "Looks at these bad boys."
"I should've expected you to add something like that," I sweat dropped.
"Look who we have here." Not this fucker again. "Relaxed and full of yourselves, as always. Obviously, you underestimate us."
"There you are!" Kirishima pounded his fist into his hand. "We've been lookin' forward to this."
"Ha! Is that so?" Monoma and the rest of Class B came into view. "I'm not sure why. There's no way you stand a chance against us in this exercise." For some reason, the annoying blonde decided to Jojo pose by bending backwards. He's thinking way too much into this. "Come on, Class A! Let's see who's best once and for all!" Flashing his teeth in a violent manner, he held up some kind of bar graph. "You might wanna take a closer look at this survey. I took it at the festival and it's enlightening! I asked what was better: Class A's pathetic attempt at being rock stars, or Class B's obviously superior play! Aw, what's this? We won by two votes. You guys have been hogging the spotlight ever since we started school, but your standing around campus is trash!"
"Seriously?" Kirishima took the paper, examining it with Kyoka, Katsumi, and I. "Did we somehow blow it at the festival, you think?"
"He probably forged it," I shrugged.
"Yeah, I heard that their play was hard to watch," the white-haired girl giggled.
"Now, finally! It's Class A versus Class B! Our first joint combat training! You're finish-"
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A Deadly Secret (Izuku Midoriya x Reader)
Fiksi Penggemar(Y/n) Tsutsumi, the little sister of Lady Nagant, aka. Kaina Tsutsumi. She had always idolized her sister, ever since she had lost her parents, but when she's taken away, (Y/n) will have to embark on her own journey. Now having pro hero, Sir Nightey...
