Today was a very important day for almost everyone in Japan.
Today was the day of the Sports Festival.
Everyone was looking forward to it.
Well...
Not everyone.
(M/N) hated this day.
He groaned, and slumped in his chair. 'How did I end up here again?'
A guy with red hair approached (M/N)'s desk nervously, messing with the collar of his shirt. (M/N) looked up at him.
"Yo. What is it?"
The red head stuttered, trying to form the right words to say to the challenging male. "U-Uh... Hey... M-"
"(M/N). And yes, it's a pleasure to meet you to Kirishima Eijiro." (M/N) bluntly stated.
The boy, known as Kirishima, sweat dropped.
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"Uh, yeah. That's me! Do you know anyone else around here?" Kirishima asked. (M/N) slowly nodded. "Yup. I know everyone in this room."
Kirishima nodded. He never felt the aggressiveness this high in another man before. He shakily walked back to his desk, all while muttering, "I talked to the MAN today. THE MAN."
(M/N) just sighed. He was going to fall asleep, until a hand slammed on his desk. He silently cursed.
"What the hell makes you think that you can sleep peacefully when we have a day of asskicking to do?" Bakugou shouted. (M/N) Just laid his head on the desk, begging silently to be releases from his mental torture.
"You guys are gonna be doing the ass kicking. I'm just gonna watch." (M/N) replied in slurrs. Bakugou grew a tick mark. "Really?"
"Mhm. Remember, people don't really like villains. So what would their opinions be if news got out saying that I entered the sports festival. It would be bad news on their part. But not much on mine."
The class overheard every single word (M/N) said, and were shocked. Bakugou simply huffed. "That's not fucking fair..."
"Huh? What was that?" (M/N) raised his head up. Bakugou immediately denied everything.
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Crowds cheered as class 1-A (most of them anyways) entered the stadium. No one saw (M/N), which was a good thing.
Meanwhile, (M/N) sat bored in an office chair, spinning the chair around and making himself dizzy. He sighed. "I wanna leave..."
"You can't." A gruff voice said. (M/N) groaned, and turned his chair to face non other than the bandaged up mummy himself.
