BakuDeku Oneshots

Anterastai

AN: adskcneackhds okay i know it's been forever, but I've been super busy with school and my new fan fiction, 14 Days! I'm not gonna ask you to check it out, because it's KiriBaku and obviously this is a BakuDeku book, but I just wanted to apologise. enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 5619

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"Today, we'll be learning about Erastai - or, rather, it's counterpart, Anterastai. Can anyone tell me what it means?"

Silence ensued, the whole class shrouded in confusion as they stared blankly at our teacher, bemusement etched on their faces. After a few seconds, a girl with short blonde hair raised her hand.

"It doesn't sound like a Japanese word, sensai," she stated, eyebrows slightly furrowed as she tilted her head slightly to the side.

Our teacher laughed, moving to the board and picking up a piece of chalk. "That's because it isn't," he explained, scrawling the word on the blackboard. "Erastai is the Greek word for lovers, a long-standing phrase used by philosophers such as Socrates and many more." He turned back to face he class, staring at each of us in turn. I felt slightly awkward, for some reason. "If talked about incorrectly, the word can be confusing, as it only makes sense in the technical term of 'lovers' versus 'beloved'."

A sea of blank faces met him in return.

"Sensai, if you don't mind me asking," someone else said as he raised his hand. "Why are we learning this? Aren't we in English?"

Nodding, the teacher narrowed his eyes. "Indeed we are. But surely you know that a lot of the English language was devised from other languages such as Greek and Latin? It is one of the first things we teach you. Have you not been paying attention?"

The boy cast his eyes down. "I have, sensai."

He fixed him with a frown. "Very well." He spun again, scratching another word underneath the one already written. "Now, since you know the meaning of Erastai, can anyone guess the meaning of Anterestai?"

I pursed my lips, mind whirring as I considered it. I tentatively lifted my arm, and the teacher swivelled to look at me. "Yes, Midoriya?"

"Well, if Erastai means lovers," I mused. "Perhaps Anterastai means enemies? Or...rivals?" I looked up to see him smiling slightly. He clapped his hands once, loudly, before turning.

"Very good! Although you aren't quite right," he said, the chalk scrawling away once again. "Anterastai does indeed mean lovers, but simultaneously means rivals as well. To put it simply, it means rival lovers."

I rolled over in my bed, scowling to myself. Why couldn't I just get to sleep? And why, of all the things to be focused on, why was it that memory? Couldn't it at least be an interesting one, like one of the times I had been in a battle with a villain, or a happy one, like one of the many lunches I had spent with Uraraka and Iida?

Or one of your thrilling dreams about-

I groaned in frustration, sitting up and grasping my pillow in one hand. I cocked my arm and threw it, the force sending it flying across the room and hitting the opposite wall. Grunting and muttering accusing things that weren't really relevant, I swung my legs out of bed and padded across the room, slumping into my desk chair. I wasn't usually so grumpy, or lazy, but it was three in the morning! This was not acceptable.

Maybe it's all that pent up frustration from-

I smacked away the thought and switched on my lamp, opening a drawer and rummaging through it until I found what I was looking for. Hero Analysis #1.