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"AND THAT'S HOW MAFIA WORKS." I smiled, finishing my statement. I glanced at Kirishima to see him with a thoughtful expression. His eyes were downcast and as he held a finger to his chin.
"I think... I understand." He mumbles solemnly. I gave an energetic nod.
"You will master the way of the meme soon enough, queen." My congratulatory grin was cut off as good sharky boi knocked on the door. I took a few steps back as I had walked completely past it. A voice called us, letting us know that it was okay to come in.
"Hey Recovery Girl." Kirishima smiled, walking up to the smaller old lady. She turned and gave a frown as I tried to maneuver Cocky Shock through the door, the giant, green, needle like hand was a little big for the doors. With enough brute force, I got him in. Giving a thumbs up, I twisted the giant hand over to the bed and releasing the human battery, making him hit the bed.
"Thank you both for bringing him, I'll send him back when he's recovered." She explained, sighing as she looks at the stupified male. I gave a thumbs up and walked out the door, a sharky boi hot on my trail.
"I never got the the chance to compliment your costume." I say slyly, glancing at the male besides me. He gave me a strange look, before beaming a gigawatt smile.
"As thanks! I tried to make it as manly as possible!" He cheered, throwing a fist in the air.
"You lookin' thicc sis. And congrats on inventing the shirtless sleeve." I point cool finger guns at him as he peers down to examine his sleeves, that were mysteriously not connected to anything.
"I... never thought about that." He muttered, imaginary math symbols and calculus spinning around his head as he recovered the strange anomaly that was his shirtless sleeves.
"If that mind fucked you, then I could really do some damage with some of the shit in my mind, pal." I explain simply, a grin on my face. He turned towards me, giving a determined look.
"I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I can surely wrap my mind around anything you throw at me!" He beamed, giving his signature shark grin. I shrugged my shoulders.
"The Earth is flat."
He stopped mid stride, a look of confusion and disbelief on his features. He stumbled on his words, hands held up in a quizzical suggestion.
"Wait what... but how would that? What the..." He looked at his hands, quite clearly shook. "That doesn't make any sense..." He murmured, almost to himself. I gave a circle hand before continuing to walk, leaving the poor, confused bot in the hallway.
"And that's how mafia works."
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I zoomed to class, my heelies kicking up sparks as I zoomed down the hallway. These perfectly cleaned floors were perfect for my superior heelies. Just like the supermarket, it was smooth and the best race track out there. I skidded to a halt and clung to the door of my class, hitting the brakes just in time so I didn't miss it.
I pried myself from the door and threw it open, revealing my class talking and chatting amongst themselves.
"This is ya boi, EatThatPussy445, and about thirty to forty-five minutes ago.. I beat the fuck outta my dick so goddamn hard." I snickered, gaining head turns and laughs in my direction. Clapping came from the group of hooligans all surrounding Shocky and Sharky's desk.
"Oh shit, here comes dis bitch. Shit waddup." Office works announced, pointing a thumb in my direction, a smirk on his face. I gave a bow as I stood at the desk.
"You better believe it buck-a-roo." I flinched as a phone was thrusted into my face, the screen blinding me.
"Give me your number! Please?" I looked past the phone to see Alien Queen giving a wide grin. Sharky and Tape dispenser both yoinked out their phones as well.
"Yeah, me too!" Innocent nipper beamed, giving me his phone. I shrugged and blinked, causing them all to slow down, allowing me to quickly input my number and too give a creative name. I snickered as I plucked Bomber man's phone from his grasp and quickly inputted my number, as well as snatching his and adding a little something something.
I walked back to the crowded desk and deactivated my quirk, allowing things to go back to their regular speed. Stunned best girl checked her phone, only to see that I had already done the deed.
"Woah! That's awesome." She cheered, jumping up and down with her phone in her grasp.
"What the fuck?!" Most looked in the direction of the ticking time bomb as he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process. He glanced up, finding me and giving me a hard glare. With a growl, he stomped over and thrusted the phone into my face. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I couldn't help but snicker at the image in his phone.
"What? Don't you like Papi Thanos?" I ask, trying to keep a straight face. Everyone else had seen the picture and laughed, some clutching to the table for support. The image portrayed a sexy, pruny god winking at the camera in a tight bikini. He gave an animalistic roar, swiping at me, only to miss. I took a step back before saluting. "I shall now consider the importance of my life and skedaddle. Farewell comrades!" I then proceeded to yeet myself out of the classroom, the door thankfully still open from my arrival.
With an 'oof', I fell to the floor in a heap, a few feet away from the classroom door.
"Damn floors, always stopping me from digging straight to hell." I grumble, not moving from my position. The halting of steps in front of my made me look up however.
"Sokodu, stand up and get to class." Glancing up from the black combat shoes infront of me, the face of Mr Aizawa looked down at me, deep depression sunken into his features. I blinked, not exactly hearing way he was saying. Perhaps the fall had knocked the remaining two brain cells out of me.
When I failed to speak basic English, he sighed heavily before pulling me up with his scarf. Or whatever it was. I shook my head and gave a thumbs up.
"You're a god, ma'am!" I cheered, before dashing back to class. I ignored the tired, yet angry groan behind me as I navigated myself to my seat. Everyone had grown silent at the arrival of the questionably dead inside teacher.
"Alright everyone, since the hero stuff is out of the way, we are doing Plythagoras Theroem. Don't start whining, because I don't exactly want to do this either. Now, get out your-" As I was balancing my pencil on my upper lip, I felt a ribbon wrap itself around my shoulders. This caused the pencil to fall and for my body to turn to the front, where I was met with the angry eyes of my teacher.
I, HOWEVER, DIDN'T GET TO HEAR WHATEVER IT WAS HE WAS SAYING, AS I SAW BLACK.
