izuku and i always get into a little agrument everytime i say that me and rody have beef. "oh, kacchan, hes not a bad person!!" he always says. like, you can suck my balls, mister midoriya.
ew, that felt wrong.
anyways.
never saying his last name again.
shitty hair always trys to be the man in the middle. "oh, midoriya, i see why he'd be mad." "oh, bakugo, you shouldnt hate people for no reason." like girl. pick a side, before the curb stomping is lethal.
also, anytime i upset the little faggot, he always hits me with my first name.
and each time, he gets put in timeout. i should tell his mother, then she'd be on my side. or my mother.
actually, no.
she'd be on izukus side.
"hey, kacchan?" izuku whispers from behind me. we're in the middle of class, what on earth is so goddman important?
"what?"
"what time is it?"
"time for me to throw you into a blender. or a jar." i whisper back, and almost giggle.
"uhh- uh what the fuck?" i hear sero say, out loud might i add.
"sero, you okay?" aizawa asks. i do sort of feel bad, he doesnt understand basic math, so how would he understand humor?
"im fine, my bad." sero smiles. the ass beating hes gonna get after this is gonna be giving kinky twink.
daddy is NOT in the mood.
just kidding, im not into that.
or am i?😼
all depends on if izuku is, honestly.
anyways.
"kacchan, you didnt answer me. do you want your own taste of curb?" izuku whispers again.
"i dont know, izuku. id guess later then 3am." i whisper back.
"i hope the curb tastes good, katsuki." hes so cooked.
"midoriya, what kind of conversation deserves that, especially in the middle of class?" aizawa cuts in, sounding tired. izuku is so lucky, the spanking was gonna be brutal.
"katsuki was being mean to me." izuku mumbles likes hes carti.
"izuku, do you need to go into the corner?" i ask.
"no, my bad." izuku says hurriedly.
"good, now dont tell me that you hope the curb tastes good, you... goofball." i was gonna call him slur, but cant do that when the whole class is listening.
"continuing with class-"