The morning sun streamed through the window, illuminating Souto’s bedroom as he lay sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. The alarm clock had been blaring for a solid five minutes, but he showed no signs of stirring.
In the living room, Shinso was already dressed, lazily sipping his coffee as Aizawa paced with a mug in hand. “He’s going to be late on his first day,” Aizawa muttered.
Shinso shrugged. “He’s your problem now.”
Aizawa set his mug down with a sigh and walked to Souto’s door, banging on it twice. “Souto. Up. Now.”
No response.
Aizawa pushed the door open to find the boy tangled in his blanket, hair a wild mess. He grabbed the blanket and yanked it off.
“Hey!” Souto shouted, blinking groggily. “What the–, old man?”
“You’re going to school,” Aizawa said flatly.
Souto groaned, dragging himself up. “Do I have to?”
“Yes,” Aizawa said, crossing his arms. “And if you’re not ready in ten minutes, I’ll drag you there myself.”
–
“You can’t wear that to school,” Shinso said, pointing at Souto’s chosen outfit: a black jacket with jagged red claw marks across the front and ripped jeans.
“Why not? It’s awesome!” Souto spun around, striking a dramatic pose.
“It’s also against dress code,” Shinso replied. “Try again.”
“Dress codes are for people without style,” Souto muttered, stomping back to his room.
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The car ride to the school was predictably chaotic. Souto sat in the backseat with his head out the window like a dog, the wind whipping his hair. Shinso sat in the passenger seat, pretending not to know him.
“Get your head back in the car,” Aizawa said, his voice dangerously low.
Souto ignored him, sticking his tongue out to catch the wind. “This is the only good part of today!”
“Keep it up, and I’m dropping you off three blocks away,” Aizawa warned.
Shinso smirked. “You should do it. Teach him a lesson.”
“Shut up, Hitoshi,” Souto snapped, pulling his head back in.
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At the school gates, Souto froze, staring at the sea of students swarming into the building. His usual confidence seemed to falter for a moment.
“Scared?” Shinso teased.
“Of these losers? No way,” Souto said, puffing out his chest. But as he stepped forward, a group of boys bumped into him, barely acknowledging his presence.
“Watch it!” Souto barked, baring his fangs.
The boys turned, one of them laughing. “What are you gonna do, bite me?”
Before Souto could lunge, Shinso’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Keep walking,” he said firmly.
Souto scowled but obeyed, grumbling under his breath.
“Are you excited?” Shinso asked, though his tone was more genuine.
“Excited to dominate,” Souto declared, punching the air. “Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em!”
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BNHA | A Bite-Sized Problem
Fanfiction.ᐟ Comic relief / Slice of life. Eraserhead, pro hero and notorious insomniac, adopts an 8-year-old vampire delinquent with an attitude problem? Chaos, that's what. Souto, a loud, abrasive troublemaker with a biting temper (literally), finds himself...
