(Family) Game Night [My Hero Academia]

III

Thursday was Thursday, and that was all Denki could say about it. Nothing new or unusual happened, besides Present Mic accidentally getting excited in class and breaking a window with his yell.

He was just glad it wasn't his eardrums.

His head on the other hand...

"I can't believe Mic threw his chalk at me," Denki complained, rubbing said sore patch. "I've got chalk dust in my hair now."

"Maybe if you'd been paying attention he wouldn't have thrown it." Sero snickered.

"Like you're one to talk," Denki snorted.

Bakugou whacked Denki in the back of the head. "At least he's subtle about it, idiot."

"Do I have a target on my head today or something?!"

Kirishima laughed. "Yeah, a 'naturally growing' lightning bolt."

"It is natural." Denki pouted. "Why would I dye this?"

"Kirishima styles his damn shitty hair every morning. Takes forever."

"A small price to pay for the aesthetic."

"Couldn't you just focus your quirk into you hair all the time?" Sero asked, and Kirishima frowned.

"Couldn't you just keep firing tape for an entire day?" He retorted in the same tone.

"Understandable. Have a nice day."

Denki laughed, loud and clear. "I love you guys," he said, slinging an arm around both Sero and Kirishima. "Mina, get in here!"

Ashido cheered, jumping right into the hug. "Tomorrow is gonna be so great, we've got nineteen players!"

Everyone froze.

"Ashido..." Kirishima said slowly, pulling out of the hug so he could stare at her. "There's twenty people in the class."

"What?"

"I could've sworn we--"

"Nineteeeeeeeeennn players!" She waved her arms wildly, nearly clocking Denki on the nose.

Denki's eyes widened as he leant out of range, before he turned to Kirishima.

"Who's number twenty?" He said lowly. "You don't mean--"

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Aizawa-sensei!" Ashido cried.

"I was gonna say M--"

"Do we really want Aizawa-sensei playing?" Sero asked, and Kirishima punched his shoulder.

"Dude! He's like, the most important member of our class! We may as well ask, right?"

"... I have a bad feeling about this."

* * *

"Kaminari, come with?" Kirishima asked as he slid up next to Denki's desk as the final bell rang out.

"Where to?"

"Aizawa-sensei." Kirishima shrugged. "I was kinda joking before, but Mina's insisting."

He jerked a thumb over to where the pink girl was sitting, and Ashido waved back, huge grin plastered over her face.

Denki leaned back in his chair, pointing a pencil at Kirishima. "And you want me to go with you to the front of the classroom."