bouquet || bnha various x male reader

| one

"Good lord, this is taking forever." Bexan complained, sagging onto [n]'s shoulders, who hummed and popped a few pomegranate seeds into his mouth. "I wanna kick some ass right now!"

Yuma tilted his head to look at the two. He blinked owlishly, before sighing through his nose. "You had bes behave yourself, Bexan. We'll be here until we're allowed out." The eye on his chin blinked quickly, causing the tallest to look at the door. "Compose yourself, now. The door shall open soon."

Bexan whined, moping over to the wall to sit down, causing Ilya to crack a sly smile. "Want me to tell a story fro-"

"No." The group chorused.

"Oh." An embarrassed blush painted his face, eye shifting to look away. He pushed the hair hanging infront of his eye away.

"Jin, I can't peel the peel off of my pomegranate." [n] said, handing it to the white haired male.

"Well damn, I don't know if I'll be able to either, if the great, all mighty, Hanahaki can't peel it. Whatever shall we do, Yuma?" The mutant - type quirk user looked to the other mutant - type, offering the plump fruit to him.

"Who knows. Ilya?" Yuma smiled lightly, taking the fruit. Some of the juices were leaking across everyone's hands, since it had already been opened. It seems [n] was just trying to get the white part off.

Ilya snagged the pomegranate, pulling it towards his mouth, where he nipped at it with suspiciously sharp canine teeth. "Hmm, no luck. Bexan?"

"Get outta the way, amateurs. I got this." He cracked his knuckles and loosened his tie, before he approached the auburn haired boy. He blew on each of his hands, before pointing at it and yelling, "Open sesame!"

The door opened right at the moment, startling the group ( except for yuma, that rock of a person ). The group stopped in a position that was more than awkward, looking towards the person who had opened it. A confused expression settled on their face as they slowly shifted away from the door.

"What the fuck, Bexan, you fuckin' scientist." Jin said, giving the dog a noogie. "You'll be like Ilya soon; all those fuckin fake stories-"

"Hey!"

"That you spout out your ass."

Bexan growled, pulling away to storm into the classroom. Ilya and Jin followed, and then [n] and Yuma. Yuma was the last one in, so he pulled the door shut ( he had to bend to do it, that tall piece of shit ).

The classroom was dead quiet when they walked in. Everyone had their eyes on them, whether it be from excitement, curiosity, or murder. Wait, murder?

[n] noticed this as his eyes skimmed the classroom, landing on a spiky blond haired kid, whose teeth were clenched and his eyes were basically on fire. [n] nudged Yuma, whose eyes ( all of them, god that's spooky ) fluttered to look at him, and then to the angry kid in the back. He left him to stare, as his arms moved to hide behind his back. He'd always been good at staring.

your pov

I moved away from Yuma, and wandered over to the other three nincompoops, who were practically bursting with excitement. I lay a hand on Ilya, who turned to look at me. Chill out, tell the other two to chill out. I sent with my eyes, looking at the other two.

God, I'm throwing up rainbows just from being around them.

We spread out in the front of the classroom, though Yuma was still staring at the explosion of anger in the back, so the other four of us were the ones that moved.

The teacher? I'm assuming he's the teacher since he's dressed differently and at the front of the classroom. The teacher cleared his throat, attracting the attention of everyone.

"Go ahead and introduce yourselves." He said. His voice was scratchy, like an old man's, but he only looked to be in his thirties.

Bexan stepped up first, hands on his hips. "My name's Bexan! I can turn into a dog or whatever. But I swear to God." He suddenly darkened, making me crack up. Everyone had stiffened. "If you tell me to fetch, I'll feed you to [n]'s flytraps." He held up a hand, where all of his fingers were clenched together, before he shifted back beside Jin.

Jin stepped forward. "My name is Park Xi Jin, but call me Jin. No need for the Japanese formalities. I'd absolutely hate that. Um, anyways. I basically, become a demon, except a fair demon. So like, I can't lie or talk when I use my quirk. But it triples my strength. So.." He awkwardly shifted back.

Ilya grinned, a one side lift up really, as he stepped forward. "My name's Julian Devorak. I can heal anything I'd like to heal by putting it on my body. I heal extremely fast, so it does not affect me. I'm also extremely slippery. Lithe. Slender. Svel - Yowch!"

I smacked him on his back ( very close to that booty, might I add ), and gestured for Yuma to go next. As he stepped forward, his gaze never left the guy, who, had looked away and was trembling, with his fists clenched on his desk.

Yuma cleared his throat. "My name is Minato Yuma. You may not call me Yuma. My quirk is God's Curse. Do not look at the largest eye on my chest in battle, unless we're fighting. Then, by all means, look at it. You will lose." He didn't even have to step back. Tall piece of shit ( love him though ).

I stepped forward, farther than the others had. I was almost touching the desk infront of me, sitting in that desk a thick male with blue hair and glasses. His sharp, thin eyebrows were squinted, looking at me with a sharpness that made me angry. I glared down at him, before turning my eyes back to the group.

I cleared my throat. "My name, is [ln] [n]. Like Jin, formalities are unnecessary." I looked towards the male looking at me, who shifted his gaze. "Do not challenge me. For your own good. Would anyone like a warning?" I looked around the class; the class was split between looking at me, and looking elsewhere. I turned on my heel and wandered back to the line.

This is going to be a very. Very. Long day.

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Oh. Howdy. Ur still here. Uhhh what's up?? It's like 11:09 at night so,, here's an update. It's been sitting in my drafts since September. All I had to do was add the last line and this—— v lazy.

Anywho, love you guys. See you all soon.

— prince