So I was on Pinterest one day and I found a bunch of fan art for a Heathers and My Hero Academia crossover. Images not mine. Credit goes to the owner (http://iggiesca-asdy.tumblr.com/post/164915139214/heathers-the-musical-performed-by-class-1-a).
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*two months later*
"Dude, just give her the note."
"NO! She's my friend. I can't do this to her."
Kaminari and Kirishima were trying to convince me to give a cruel letter Uraraka. They wanted me to write her a letter. The letter said:
Dear Uraraka,
I was wondering if you would like to attend my homecoming party.
Sincerely, Aoyama.
Obviously, Aoyama didn't write the letter. The grammar was too perfect for the lazy jock. That, and the fact that Aoyama was inviting people by talking to them. We all knew this, but Uraraka didn't. I was too busy convincing Kaminari and Kirishima that giving Uraraka the letter was wrong and cruel, that I didn't notice Bakugou walk up behind me. She was the person who came up with the letter idea. So, I knew she would be pissed if I didn't give the letter to Uraraka. I didn't notice her until it was too late.
"Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch, but I'm feeling nice. Here's some advice listen up, biotch!"
I turned around horrified and saw Bakugou glaring down at me with her red eyes. Despite her getting my attention, she kept going, "If you're going to be part of this group, you're going to do what we want to do. So far, you've already failed. You didn't go drinking with us this last Friday or steal your dad's credit card for our shopping trip. In this group you skip gym, scare her," she pointed at a girl walking by. "And screw him." She proceeded to point at an, admittingly hot boy, walking by. "We also kick nerds in the nose." I immediately got flashbacks to yesterday at lunch. We were doing our lunch poll when suddenly Kirishima kicked a kid for spilling a carton of milk on her shirt. The kick resulted in a bloody nose and lunch detention. "If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls. Let your mommy fix you a snack." She added a high pitch voice to that last line, almost as if she were mimicking a toddler. "Or you could come smoke. Pound some rum and coke in my Porsche with the quarterback." Finally, Kaminari spoke up. "Time to prove you're not a loser anymore." She finished her comment with a smirk. Kirishima, not wanting to be left out of the conversation, said something. "Guys fall at your feet, pay the check, and help you cheat. All you have to do is say 'goodbye' to Shamu. That freak's not your friend, I can tell in the end. If she had your shot, she'll leave you to rot. 'Course, if you don't care, braid her hair. Maybe sesame street is on."
I had enough. I was tired of their nagging. I walked up to Uraraka's locker and placed the letter inside through the slot on the top. I walked back to the group. I guess I just proved that I wasn't a pussy anymore. I joined, I stopped bitching and moaning.
*time skip*
As I was walking to seventh period, I was stopped by Uraraka. "Midoriya, look! Aoyama invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he's been thinking about me!" I didn't know what to do. I practically lied to one of my best friends about a boy liking her. I don't know how I can live with this. Well......I couldn't be too upset with myself....right? I mean, she looks so happy. "Color me stoked." That's it. That's all I could say. I sat all of seventh period wallowing in my own shame.
As I walked out the door, I was stopped by the Heathers. Kirishima started by saying, "Honey, whatchu waitin fo...," before she was stopped by an angry Bakugou shouting, "SHUT UP KIRISHIMA!" Kirishima looked stunned but didn't respond. "Anyway, I guess you proved that you're not a lame ass anymore."
