Bad Blood| BNHA

Zero

"Everything starts from nothing at first."

"Cheer up, buttercup." [Name]'s hushed voice filled Izuku's ears and made him turn towards the [h/c] male in surprise, then fondness as his friend tried cheering him up in the usual [Name] way. "If you just let them put you down like that with just a few taunts, how the hell are going to become a hero?"

Izuku's smile turned into a sad grin as he averted his gaze and stared at the desk in thought.

"Y-you're right... but it doesn't help the pain whenever they say things like that, you know?" the green eyed teen muttered, slouching a bit in his seat.

"Well, it doesn't," [Name] shrugged, then smiled. "Though I do know what does." he added with a promising tone.

Izuku opened one eye to look at [Name].

Pointing at himself with pride and a cheeky grin, [Name] winked at the downcast teen. "Friends. I won't allow you to be the sad boy, that's my role, you're the one supposed to be cheering me up."

The green goblin flustered a bit at the sap and looked away, hiding his red face between his arms after laying his head on the desk.

"P-please stop trying to embarrass me, [Name]. It's not funny."

[Name] caught the shift of tone and a smile from Izuku's end, and he patted his friend's back.

"Aww, but I can't help but think how cute you'd look when embarrassed like this." [Name] teased, snickering as Izuku buried his face deeper into the desk if possible.

"Ohmygod, just cu-cut it out! It's so wrong and.. g-gross!" the greenette squirmed, his lips pursing in embarrassment.

"Just like your dumbass hair." [Name] retorted, irked at how his dear friend can't take a fond tease.

"H-hah?!" Izuku shot up, staring at the [h/c] male with wide, surprised eyes. "W-whats wrong with my hair?"

[Name] placed a hand under his chin, eyes trailing Izuku's hair in false thought.

"It's green, like vegetables, curly and looks as if it tastes like salty seaweed. Plus, it's super long, I'd bet about three months without a haircut for reasons I don't even want to pry at or think of... and it's plain because of your matching eyes." [Name] deduced.

"How would you know what my hair tastes like just by looking at it?" Izuku retorted, returning [Name]'s stare with a determined one, accepting his roast challenge.

With an 'O' face, [Name] smiled sideways and closed his eyes. "Well, I don't, but there's one way to find out," reaching his hands out to make a grab for Izuku's head- his smile widened as Izuku recoiled back and grabbed his wrists, wrestling him.

"N-no, no, no! You can't be serious, [Name], stop! You can't just prove a point by doing something like this... it's absurd!" Izuku stammered, trying to wrestle the rather strong foe to save his beautiful hair from being a meal for his friend's taste buds.

"I'll eat you, Izu, one way or another."

Face nearly exploding in red- Izuku let go of his grip and moved to the side to both avoid [Name]'s wrath and tease, and to cover his face in embarrassment.

The sudden action nearly had [Name] double over and fall face-first on the floor, but god almighty blessed him with fast reflexes, and he caught a grip of his friend's chair to hold himself together.

[Name] watched in amusement as his friend became a mumbling and trembling mess of red and green on their shared desk. He could clearly hear Izuku being stuck between believing that his friend was gay or bisexual, or that it was just friendly teasing to get him riled up and embarrassed.