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ii. flirt
there is always something different about u.a. every time i enter through those glass doors. i remind myself that i am here for a purpose. i am here for a reason. i belong here.
and my classmates make sure i know it too. (minus bakugou who basically hates everything.)
when i'm surrounded by other young protégés like myself who aspire to be just like the pros that keep the world protected from evil, i feel as if anything is possible.
i've come so far and it makes me smile every time i think about it. i dream of the day i can be just like my parents. siren and soren the singing hero couple. i never used to live in japan.
i'd lived in america, training until i was ready for the u.a. entrance exam. i survived the usj attack and the training camp ambush. i passed the practical exams and ranked number four on the midterms. i even recieved my provisional hero's liscence exam a few months ago.
everything is going great for me . . . at least that's what i tell myself.
life is a mess for me right now. my father is sick in the hospital after a wrong move during a mission and i'm worried. my mom keeps calling me and i ignore it. it's better to pretend everything's all right and not face the real world.
it is now time for lunch after hearing a boring lecture from aizawa-sensei about different changes going on at u.a.
for once it had nothing to do with villains. i didn't pay attention anyways because i kept feeling somebody's eyes on me as i pretend to write down notes on my paper. but every time i turned around, nobody was lookimg.
maybe i'm just being paranoid. i walk side by side with uraraka who keeps chatting me up, talking about gathering all the girls to have a sleepover at the dorms this weekend. i don't have the heart to tell her no.
once i get my lunch, i sit down at one of the tables. i told uraraka that i wanted to eat alone.
which is something i regret immediately as i see denki kaminari walking up to my secluded table. he's smirking as if he's won a prize at one of those shitty carnival games. what does the idiot want? whatever it is, i'm sure it's anything but good. but i'll let him humor me.
"hey, angel ~" his voice makes me roll my eyes. "what are you doing, sitting by yourself like that? pretty girls like you should be eating lunch with people like me. do you mind if i sit next to you? thanks, babe." he doesn't even let me open my mouth to respond.
he places his bowl of ramen on the surface of the table while sitting down in the process. he has chopsticks in his hands now. "woah, buddy, i didn't say you could sit with me, let alone next to me. usually when somebody sits alone, they want to be alone." i say snappily. i'm pretty tolerant towards other, but this guy . . . there's a reason why i don't like him. or that grape gremlin pervert that he always hangs around.
he fakes a pout. "you don't mean it, babe."
"i'm not your babe. don't call me that again."
he stares at me for a moment. "i never noticed how pretty your eyes are. e/c. my favorite color." he leans in close to me to whisper in my ear. "girls with e/c eyes are the cutest." my face suddenly grows warm from the feeling of his warm breath on my skin. he's trying to reel me in.
like everybody else . . . "let's cut to the chase here, kid—"
his face becomes a little serious and he sighs. "i'm sorry that i'm acting so weird . . . it's just that i've kind of had a crush on you since you yelled me that one day. subtly is not my thing. i guess when i flirt with other girls, i'm a bit desperate. but those other girls were just practice to working up the courage to talk to you. and you're like the smartest girl in our class. the thing is . . . i need help. i'm failing most of my core classes other than english. and if i don't raise my grade, my parents are going to pull me out of the hero course."
his voice sounds geniune and it makes my heart go soft. i can't let a student get pulled out of the hero course, no matter how much i dislike them. "fine, i'll help you . . . on one condition . . ."
"i'm all ears."
"this is strictly studying, none of that lovey dovey relationship stuff. and you will pay attention and you will do some things on your own. i'm not just gonna give you the answers because you called me pretty." if he wants a study buddy, i'll be it. but i will not give into his words, no matter how charming they are.
"i understand completely. would you be down this afternoon at that nice little cafe downtown?" he asks after i explain everything.
"sure, we'll meet up at the dorms and make our way over there after i change out of my uniform." i reply.
"thanks, babe! you won't regret it." i hide my face into my bowl of ramen as he scoops his up and leaves me alone.
i wait until he's gone before i lift up my head. my cheeks are burning by this point.
