Bakugou: Ok....Author...ugh...chan.
Me: You can call me Pennywise-chan
Bakugou: Pennywise-chan..I've read this one. I don't like actually fucking admitting this but...I'm scared of you.
Deku: Why?! Why?!
Me: I don't know. The readers sake...?
Bakugou: Get....
Baku/Izu: HELP!
Me: My mom tried.
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The last school year of my middle school days' about to end in a few months and weeks from now.
Today, our homeroom teacher asked us what do we want to be in the future. It was obvious that everyone will reply him that they wanted to be heroes and will take hero courses.
Since I was part of the class, they also knew I was about to enter hero course as well. Upon hearing that, they were in laughing craze and I felt so small all of the sudden.
So much for being the only person in the class with no quirk. What can I expect? But that didn't made me give up. I am still believing that I could be a hero whether I have a quirk or I don't.
And also, thanks to our jerk teacher, he even dares to mention that I will enroll the same school as Kacchan's, Yuuei, resulting him to get pissed off more of my whole very existance.
He gave me a warning but today was different. I didn't follow his words. I proved him that the 'Deku' he knew all along was now different. While Kacchan's pouring his anger on me, I could see my other classmates teaming up with him and some laughing at me on the background as if I just gave them a hilirious joke-not.
As usual, I ignore their mocks and insults about my efforts and just live life like I decided to be. Or so... that's what I thought.
It was finally dismissal and I was fixing my things to prepare myself to head home. Today was definitely tiresome but before I could even continue on my thoughts, my attentiom suddenly alerts up.
I searched inside of my bag and even the pockets, everywhere, every part of the bag... I could not find my 13th notebook.
Panic suddenly boil in me and I frankly searched for it. I looked under my seat, none, then under the table, none also. I looked everywhere. I searched every corners on the floor, also none!, and even under the teacher's table. It wasn't there.
I was about to cry, literally. That notebook had extremely rare data about heroes that just got their debut the past two weeks. And completely losing that notebook is going to cost me an arm. Not a joke but not going to be realistic. It's just that notebook is very important to me.
I was the only person left in the classroom so I couldn't get any help.
Like hell they would even bother helping me.
"Where did I put that notebook?" I asked myself with desperate on my tone.
I stood in front of the classroom and thought hard.
"Is this what you're looking for, fûckface?" I flinched and felt cold shivers crawling on my back and on my shoulders.
My head quickly searched for the owner of this familiar voice. When I locked eyes to this person, my body went cold. Kacchan was at the door holding my notebook while wearing a mocking smirk on his face. He steps forward before he closes the door behind him and I heard a click, meaning he locked it.
