Reap What You Sow / A BNHA Story

Chapter 23

Among the many plans I had for the day, witnessing the clash of potatoes and green pea stew strewn across walls, tables, and people, was not on the agenda. 

"FOOD WAR!" A distant cry broke out behind a fort made of tables, followed by a hail of milk buns and French fries. The opposing 'team' had built a tower of cupcakes, and a student with a rapid fire quirk flung them into the air, only a few of which meeting their mark into the faces of the enemy, one of which, to my delight being Denki, licking chocolate frosting off of his face and retaliating with his own array of items. 

I stood motionless in the hall, lunch tray in hand, unable to do anything but watch at the complete disarray and food massacre happening before me. I startle out of my stupor as I dodge out of the way before a slice of cheesecake splats all over me.

"Oops, my bad - Oh Sunako it's you! Come to my team!" Mina screams from the dessert team, clutching cookies in each hand. I'm still too overwhelmed to warn her as a piece of broccoli soars in her direction, hitting the back of her head. She diverts her attention to Mineta, who looks more regretful then proud of hitting his mark, hiding behind Denki as Mina shoots a whole three tiered cake towards the pitiful boy. 

"Um..." I feel someone enter behind me, hearing their shocked gasp and then the clatter of their lunch tray as they take in the scene before them. 

"What the hell is going on?!" Uraraka, bless her, kneels to pick up the food she dropped on the floor, flinching as she looks among all the spaghetti strewn near her. 

"I don't know what to tell you, I came in just a second ago. Looks to be a food war. Two teams, one led my Mina and the other by Denki. My bet is that they were arguing over whether savory or sweet is better, hence the division of teams." I chuckle, biting my lip while debating whether I should join. Oh hell, why not. It was the end of exams, and perhaps this was their way of letting off steam. I would've taken a bath and a nice meal, but whatever suits their fancy I guess. I drop my tray on a table beside me, avoiding slipping on carrots as I race over to Denki's side. I ignore Uraraka's aghast exclamation, as she runs off to wherever she came from. I figured she'd go tattle, but out comes the rest of 1-A, joining their respective sides. Mina shoots me a betrayed glare, her black eyes turning to slits, as she slides her thumb across her neck, mimicking a knife to the neck. My neck. I grin as I wink in her direction, fist bumping Denki as he hands me a burger. Izuku comes up behind me, pizza in hand, followed by Shoto, Momo, Ojiro, and a few others. I get giddy with excitement, as if we were at the forefront of a real battle and not a food brawl between kids.

 "Sunako! Crepe!" Crepe? I barely process the warning before a slab of dough hits me across the face, the crepe falling off my cheek in slow motion as a sticky residue leaves a film of pink across my cheek. The whole room goes silent, as if someone used a remote to pause the previous chaos. I wipe my hand across my face, the strawberry sauce resembling that of blood as I flick my fingers to rid of it. 

"Bullseye." I look at my attacker, alarmed, but thrilled to find Bakugou with his arms outraised, crepes in hand. I lick the remainder of sauce on my finger, lifting my hand as I outstretch my pointer and thumb, directing it at him as I cock my hand. "Bang." 

The whole room roars into life again, even more chaotic then previously. Not an inch of the tiled floor is to be seen, people actually falling as they're met with their bitter - or sweet - end. 

"CHARGE!" A shout from Kirishima on the sweet side has everyone donning their forts and flinging tables across the room, fighting with food head on. I giggle as I grab at some meat cutlets on the floor, squaring it at peoples faces with all the ferocity I can muster. No one had to mention that using quirks from no on would be crass, it was implied. Nevertheless, we made use with our fists. And no, that didn't mean punching each other in the face. Food slings were made to parachute the others into submission. People were throwing up over sinks at either the overwhelming scent, or the distraction of cakes they greedily ate mid fight.