bouquet || bnha various x male reader

| six

my ac isnt working and its 103 f (39 c) where i live
holy fuck im dying
fixed it but its still hot
anyways, bit of a long chapter so i apologize

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I cracked my knuckles and rolled out my neck, eyes darkening to a glare. We all looked at Aizawa with intense eyes, some of us smirking while some of us (yuma) just stared from above like some kind of guardian angel.

"It's clearly the hard way," growled Bexan, bouncing on the balls of his heels in excitement. His tail had popped out, the wolf one which secreted a smell much like his tar, causing Jin to smack him on the back of his head. Bex whined and his tail disappeared.

"Definitely the hard way," Jin said, giving a toothy smile. Ilya nodded in agreement. Yuma simply uttered a, "Hard," crossing his arms gently over the eye on his chest.

Aizawa looked at me, the one who had yet to answer. "Well? What do you say, [ln]? Easy way or hard way?"

I smirked, putting my hands on my hips. "Hit us with your best shot, teach."

Aizawa smiled with the same malice from earlier, before looking at the hodgepodge of kids standing behind us. "Who volunteers to fight one of these five?"

Literally everyone raised their hands, except for a puny looking kid who had grapes on his head. His eyes looked frazzled as he stared at Jin's hind quarters. I glared at him for a second before admiring the rest of the class.

A pink girl was waving her hand in excitement next to Kirishima who had one arm hardened and clenched against his chest while the other one was straight up in the air. Kaminari had both hands in the air, seemingly pointing at the sky. A kid with a black mullet (we in the eighties or what?) was whooping as he held a.. dummy thick elbow up. Bakugo, who was literally foaming at the mouth, had his hand raised and clenched. Were those sparks? Todoroki had his hand raised just above his head, but damn those determined eyes were a turn on (insert lewd emojies here 🥴🤤🥵👉👌🍆💦). A buff green haired kid holding a notebook in one hand had his hand nervously raised, and I could almost see the bullets of sweat running down his face. A girl with a cute bowl cut and side bangs had her hand raised and a pumped fist infront of her. I scanned over a few of the others but landed on the thick kid from the first day we were here. He had a very competitive but kind smile one, but his hand was so far up that I thought it was about to touch God's forehead.

"Hmm. Mineta!" Aizawa hollered, pointing at the short kid that didn't raise his hand. "You're up first with Bexan. You'll fight until one of you gives up or one of you is deemed unfit for fighting. Both of you go ahead and get out there," he gestured to the practice field we were standing at the side of.

"Suck it, nerds, I'm going first!" Bex said, bumping hips with Ilya whose face squeezed and turned red.

"Shut up before I do!" The vampire teased, pushing him to the field. Bex flushed for a second, before he sprinted onto his end of the field.

He jolted, looking to Aizawa. "Hey, uhhh, Mr. Aizawa. Do you mind if I take my uniform off? It sort of, uh, rips when I turn." He sheepishly rubbed a hand on the back of his neck.

Aizawa thought for a second, before he shrugged snd gave him a bored look. "As long as you're wearing underwear."

Bexan whooped, before he basically almost tore off his clothing and chucked it at Yuma, who caught it with one hand and glared at him.