•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 103: Ryo the Rizzler

"Hey guys! Look! Look!" Mina's chirping voice startles me from my mid-class nap.

Looking at how half the class had emptied out, it would seem it was more of a mid to end of class nap.

The stuff with the LOV dragged into the early morning and I barely had time to take a quick shower and change at the dorms before joining the class at breakfast.

She suddenly threw her body at the ground and spun on her arms and legs, pulling off some incredible breakdancing tricks

"WOOO WOO!" I  jumped up, joining the human tape dispenser and invisible girl in cheering her on from the sides.

Midoriya mumbles a bit before I could audibly hear him say, "maybe I should try dancing..."

"Just get Mina to teach you," me and Denki say at the same time, quickly jinxing each other before tuning to Mina's impromptu dance class.

"The first is a two-step routine," she sounded elated to be sharing her work as she launched into some fancy side steps.

"Cross step back and forth, using your feet to tap! Swing your arms!"

She made it look easy, but Midoriya and twinkle tummy's go at it made it clear how tricky it could be.

I gave it a try and was decently happy with it, once I got into the swing of it it came pretty intuitively.

"Oooh! Nice Ryo!" Mina chirps and I grin as she joins me.

Slowly we turn it into a competition, each of us going faster and faster until I eventually trip and fall on my ass, Mina laughing down at me from above.

"Just like how Sato bakes sweets, it's nice how you guys bring your hobbies into your hero activities. Amazing!" Denki hums.

"Speaking of amazing, Jiro!" he turns to the freshly startled girl, "Jiro you're amazing too!"

Jiro's face tints with red and I share a knowing look with Mina before we both snicker.

"Y'know? Like how your room looks like an instrument store, its more than a hobby at this point," he teases and Jiro flushes.

"Stop already! Forget about my room!" but its no use and the blonde prattles on.

Mina and I, now joined by Sero, watch with bated breath as Jiro's fluster builds and builds until she jabs her earphone jacks into the oversized Pikachu's face intimidatingly.

Then she turns and stomps back to her seat, leaving Denki confused and staring around blankly as me and Momo share disapproving head shakes.

'ah, he's done it now. tsk tsk such a lack of rizz.'

"Ryooooo," he whines, shambling over to me and latching onto my arm, "eat lunch with me, I'm sad now."

I snort and shake him off.

"That's your problem Dunceface," I laugh only to stop when he looks up at me with a devious glint in his eyes and grips my arm even tighter.

"Now you're even using the same language as him, hohoho...." he chuckles deviously and a heat creeps up the back of my neck.

"BUGGER OFF ALREADY YA SPARKPLUG!" I yell, trying to shake the man off me.

"Hey Denks, I'm headed to the canteen if you wanna come," Sero offers and I seize my opportunity, flinging the human battery at the walking roll of cello tape. 

Sero, ever the bro he is, tapes the blonde around his waist and drags him kicking and whining out the door.

'phew...'

I really hadn't wanted to head to the canteen today.

Even looking at breakfast today had made me gag and Peppermint Caramel, that's their new ship name, had their eyes on me as I pushed and picked at the karaage on my plate.

I couldn't imagine having to explain why I was picking a parfait over pasta to them right now.

Instead I sat back down at my desk and dozed off.

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When I came to the class was shouting.

Probably seeing the dazed confusion on my face, Shoto leans in to whisper and catch me up on what I'd missed.

"A school festival?" I repeated in surprise, "that feels too normal for this school."

Shoto smiles softly before we turn our attention back to the class's ruckus.

"Sir! Is this alright?" Kirishima exclaims, standing up from his seat.

"Isn't it too laid back to hold a school festival right now?!"

'maybe its one of those 'maintain an image of normalcy' things the school is pulling again.'

"That's absolutely true, but the problem is UA needs more than just it's hero course to function," Aizawa explains, playing with the zipper of his iconic yellow cocoon.

"The sports festival was the stage for hero course students to shine, the school festival is the stage for the other courses. Even though it might receive less attention than the sports festival, they've all been looking forward to this event"

"Besides, since the boarding started at the school, UA has been focusing on the hero course. As a result, many are stressed out."

Kirishima mutters some realization to himself as he slowly sinks back into his chair.

"However, this year will be different. Aside from a few people, the festival is only open for students and staff of the school." he sounds sleepy now as he drops onto the floor in the front corner of the room.

"Though its not for the hero course, the rules state each class has to set up a booth at the school festival. Decide what you want to do today." he ends off, his eyes closing while he was still mid sentence.

And now he was fully asleep on the floor.

'ah, I wanna be asleep on the floor now too...'

Iida soon takes over lead of the class as the conversation over what booth the class should do continues fervently.

First, Denki announces his idea.

"A MAID CAFE!" He cheers. "Think of the girls in the cute maid dresses!"

Iida nods hesitantly, "a service business is not a bad idea..."

"Yes! But the guys wear dresses too!" I shout, receiving gleeful cheers from the girls of the class.

"It's only fair!" I insist upon seeing Denki's crestfallen face.

Ochako leaps up, "what about a mochi store?"

"An arm wrestling booth!" Kirishima suggests.

Hagakure raises an invisible hand, "a haunted house!"

Then more suggestions pile in, like a crepe shop, dancing booth and even a booth where you had to answer quizzes about heroes.

"Handmade soba," Shoto raises a hand as he speaks and I chuckle at how predictable that was.

"DEATH MATCH!" Katsuki shouts from his seat and I roll my eyes.

All the suggestions get written down on the blackboard, after which Momo strikes out all the ones deemed 'improbable'.

The class continues to argue over the remaining possibilities until the bell rings, after which we are given tomorrow morning as a deadline by a sleepy Aizawa.