Love is not a Joke (hiatus)

Confrontation

"K-k-kacchan!" The cute boy with forest green hair stammers. "W-why do you a-ask!?" He starts to sweat nervously. He leans on the wall in the empty hall and holds up his hands defensively.

"Tch." The explosive, blond teen scoffs at his intimidated classmate. He puts one hand on the kid's shoulder, pinning him to the wall. "Just answer the damn question, Deku!" The only other person in the halls during lunch hour nearly shouts in his frustration.

"M-maybe... I don't know!" He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Ka-...kacchan," he starts, his face downcast. "Why the sudden interest in my feelings?" He asks, half expecting to die shortly after.

"Huh?!" The tall, arrogant boy starts to smolder with rage. "I don't give a shit about your feelings, you damn nerd!" He shouts in defiance. His free hand rises to the smaller boy's eye-level and starts to form tiny explosions in his palm. He takes a breath and stops simmering. "Just tell me if you like the girl or not." He says, surprisingly calmly, while lowering his hand.

The nervous student nods slightly. "I think... I m-might..." He trails off, anxiously looking into Bakugou's eyes. He fidgets under the pressure of the hand on his shoulder.

His grip loosens. "Then I'll leave her to you." His response is so monotone, Midoriya gets more anxious and feels a chill go down his spine. "If you fuck this up, I'm not waiting for you to fix it," he says, already walking away.

"I-i won't, Kacchan!" His big eyes start to leak a little as a bit of confidence rushes into his spirit. "If Kacchan is giving me a chance, I can't blow it!" he smiles to himself. His smile falters slightly at his next thought: "But how do I tell (Y/N) that I like her..?"

As he watches his classmate turn a corner, Midoriya sees Sensei Aizawa replace the angry ash-blond boy. "Midoriya," he addresses him coldly, "I need you to come with me." His blank stare tears into the young hero's soul.

The kid jumps slightly as thoughts of why he would be summoned by the teacher flood his brain. "Am I in trouble? Did something happen? What could he need me for?" "Y-yes, Sensei! M-may I ask why?" His nerves show through his stutter.

The teacher walks right past him. "If you do not hurry up, you will not have time to eat." He says plainly. "Come along." He speaks without turning around.

"He seems to be in a rush." Midoriya quickly benches his thoughts and jogs after Aizawa Sensei.

As they enter the teachers' lounge, they are greeted by an excited All Might in his true form. "Ah! Eraser Head! Young Midoriya! Thank you for meeting me! I wanted to ask a favor of both of you. Come! Sit! I made lunch!" He offers them his homemade lunch, which they both graciously accept.

Midoriya looks quizzically at them both. "What do you--"

"Well, separate favors actually." All Might interrupts his student. "Eraser, at the sports festival, I noticed a couple of students from the general studies course who I believe deserve a shot at the hero course." Eraser Head nods. "I have already spoken to Vlad about his class, but I was hoping you could open a spot for one of the students." He pauses for a moment, trying to read Aizawa's stern face. "I'm not saying you have to expel anyone!" He says too quickly. "'Cause I know you would," he mumbles to himself. "Just consider one to transfer to general studies."

"The other students will have to pass an exam before I will think about moving one of my students." Aizawa Sensei gives Midoroya the side eye while still addressing All Might.

The boy's caring green eyes widen at the thought of him or one of his friends being transferred. "B-but, All M-might! All off the students in 1-A a-and 1-B are good heroes and have awesome quirks!"

"I will leave it to Eraser Head and Vlad King to decide that, young Midoriya," he asserts. "As for you, I need to speak to you about your internship. Aizawa, if you need to go you may. Thank you for hearing me out." They both stand and Midoriya shortly follows suit. "I will send you a message as to who the students are that I am considering."

With that, the homeroom teacher thanks All Might for lunch and excuses himself.

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Published June 25, 2019