Homework Club

Stereo Hearts and a well-spent Lunchbreak

As we approached the club room, the sound of Midoriya singing was once again audible from outside the door. Icyhot shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

I was once again blessed by the boy dancing around the room while belting out the lyrics. In case you're an idiot, that was sarcasm. "Midoriya." He turned around to hearing his name called and blushed like last time. "Again. For club purposes. Not Glee! How many times do I have to tell you?" The green-haired boy giggled. "Alot of times. It's a really good show! Have you seen it, Kacchan?"

I felt my eye twitch at the new nickname. "Ok, ONE, don't ever call me that, ever again. TWO, yes I have watched Glee! and am pretty into it, I guess." I looked away at the last bit, loosing the confidence to admit the one thing that made me the biggest loser in
all existence.

His eyes lit up like god damn fireworks. "Woah, Kacchan! That means we have something in common." I looked over at Icyhot, who had the smallest of smiles on his face. "Think this is fucking funny?!" He shrugged. "How about this? We get your history assignment done, Midoriya, and we can have a Glee! lunchbreak." Icyhot sat down at the desk as the green-haired boy squeeled like a fucking dog whistle. "Shoucchan!" He practically cannonballed into the chair, which gave a creak that sounded faintly like a drowning cat.

They continued to work on the essay together. Meanwhile, guess who got stuck being third-wheeled. I sat in my corner, doing my maths like the fucking teacher's pet that I am, that is, of course, until Midoriya noticed that I was in the loner corner.

"Oh! Sorry, Kacchan. Why are you all the way over there? I'm almost done." Why, you ask? Well, I didn't want to interrupt the near make-out session you were having over there with Icyhot. It's all good guys, just go fuck on a desk, see if I care. "No reason..." I mumbled. Todoroki seemed to join in on forcing me out of my comfortable emo corner. "Come on, Katsuki. Be a part of the club."

"Since when do you have the permission to call me by first name?" I glared and got a mere shrug in response. I groaned and dragged my chair over towards the small desk they were working at.

You need to understand that by 'small', I mean smaaall. Like sure, it's good for one person, maybe two, but to have three people in there is litterally a threesome with clothes on. Our legs were tangles and there was zero elbow space on the desk.

I zoned out until one of them stood up out of their chair. I looked up to see Midoriya already at the computer. Curious, I looked at his paper, the name in the top right-hand corner grabbing my attention. "Oi, Midoriya," he paused and looked my way. "You know your first name can be misread as 'Deku', right? Means useless." He looked utterly lost for words. "N-no I didn't..." He turned around and continued to get a song up on the old, slow computer. After about three whole minutes, it finally loaded.

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the insane vocals, the fact that I had sung this song in the car countless times, or the fact that Deku looked so incredibly happy that it was like the damn plague. All I know is that halfway through the song, I was singing and dancing with them both.