滞在 | "There's a woman banging in my window every night." Midoriya says, ruffling his forest green hair with eyes nervously darting across the room.
"Problem Child, from the footage we've seen so far there's no one outside your dorm's balcony in the...
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"SHIT." Katsuki cursed under his breath, seemingly stuck in a dreaded situation. And by dreaded, it meant that he had to do a dare coming from a Discount Pikachu of his world.
What's worse was that the whole class was involved. He can't put his finger on how in the world he got roped into this mess.
It was all because he was tricked by none other than Eijiro. So of course, he made an oath to kill the sharp-toothed young man later.
"Oh, I know what can piss him off." Denki's face lit up just from the thought of it, "Bakugo, I dare you to hold hands with Midoriya for a whole minute!"
"Eh??" Izuku and silently Ochaco thought, the latter being more envious rather than embarrassed.
"The fuck?! That's stupidly easy. You lost your chance! I can do that." Katsuki grinned and walked towards the greenhead. He grabbed the boy's hand tightly and quickly, a winning smile plastered across his face.
"Alright, put out your cameras everyone," Denki told them all jokingly as he took out his phone from his pockets. Those who were brave did the same and took photos of the unfolding event.
"Aw, they finally made up!"
"I am so gonna post this on every social media I own."
"Kaminari, you're going to be so dead."
"I'll go plan his funeral."
"So you were planning that all along, Dunce Face?" The spiky-haired blonde threatened, a dark aura surrounding him with a wide grin, frightening the lightning user.
"Ah--! Help me, Kirishima!" Denki hid behind the redhead, who knew that even his hardening could never get past Katsuki's rage.
While everyone was freely watching him being beaten up to a pulp, Tenya was yelling at them for being so 'abusive' towards their classmate.
An hour later, Katsuki left earlier, seeing that he sleeps at 8. Reaching ten in the evening, almost everyone was already planning their sleep.
The next day wasn't anything exceptional, but it took them a long time to go back to their regular hero courses after the tiring School Festival.
Washing the dishes, Izuku's ears perked up. There was a knock on the door, or so he thought. No one, not even Tenya answered it, leaving him a little confused. No one freely opened the door either.
Izuku thought that he may have misheard things but there was another knock, this time it was louder.
"Um, Iida, can you answer that?" He requested.
The young man he called raised an eyebrow, "Answer what, Midoriya?"
"The knock on the door. I think Mr. Aizawa's out there."
