bouquet || bnha various x male reader

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whats up fellas, im contemplating whether or not im a top, vers, or bottom which means im contemplating making the reader a vers hrmbbhshxx
might just make em a fuckin sassy bottom tbh

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Me and Jin were forced to go to the nurse, even when we insisted against it. Hell, even Ilya told us to go to her. Recovery Girl, the nurse, did her best to heal us. We still had a few scrapes and bruises, Jin's gum was still red and his horn still had a small crack in it. I imagine that hurt the most. I remember him telling our group that there were a bunch of nerves in his horns.

We made our way back to class, taking our time go get there. We were tired from the healing process, so who are they to blame us?

"Mr. Saito will be sitting in on your classes until his internship is over, so please treat him nicely." Aizawa said when we gotten back to class. Saito was standing at the front of the class next to Aizawa, hands behind his back as he eyed my group carefully.

I shifted my legs under my desk, taking a relaxed stance as I slouched back into my desk. We only had a few more minutes in home room so I assumed we really wouldn't do anything.

"As you all know, the sports festival is coming up. This'll be your third and last time doing it, so I want you to make the most of it. Those of you already working under heroes might not be able to attend, but if you can, I'd like you to."

What the fuck is the sports festival?

"Hey, uh, Mr. Aizawa?" Ilya said, raising his hand slightly. "What's the sports festival? A lot of us-" he gestured to our group, "-Aren't from Japan."

Aizawa looked at us with his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. People around us looked at us in awe. Ilya wasn't wrong, though. The only one of us who had a chance of knowing what the sports festival is is Yuma, and he's spent the last few years in the black market.

"How do you not know what the sports festival is?!" A pink girl exclaimed, looking at us with wide eyes. "It's the biggest event in all of Japan!"

"Yeah, man! Surely you've at least heard of it!" Kirishima joined, eyebrows almost higher than my ego.

"Sorry, guys, but the only one from Japan is Yuma and he was homeschooled somewhere out in the countryside." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

Well, honestly, I didn't know if I was or wasn't from Japan. I didn't know anything about me, really, other than I'm 18 and was born on April 1st. I could be German and I wouldn't know if, for fucks sake. Hell, I could be a fuckin' alien.

"No way," I heard someone infront of me sigh. I took a moment to look at who sat infront of me- oh.

It's Todoroki.

Literally the person I whose guts I hated at this moment in time. How did I not notice him sitting infront of me.

"Yeah way, dickhole." I growled, peeking at him through one eye. He didn't seem to hear me.