Flaws [BNHA x Pokemon!Reader]

13: Study, Study, Study

"Are you scared, (L/n)?"

You made a see-saw motion with your hand as you finished chewing your food. Uraraka had asked the question just as you'd taken a large bite of Lunch Rush's cooking and you weren't one to try and speak with your mouth full while in the company of others.

You swallowed and spoke. "Mostly about the exercise test part. I'm not super worried about the written exam–although I am worried about studying for it."

"Bakugou might kill you," Todoroki said, twirling some noodles around his chopsticks. "So it's probably best that you remain worried."

Iida looked affronted. "Now, Bakugou may be aggressive, but he would never kill a classmate!"

"I... think he was joking," Midoriya sweatdropped. Todoroki simply shrugged in response. "Still, I guess there–"

Before Midoriya could finish his sentence, his head jerked forward. He rubbed the back of his neck and turned around to face Monoma Neito of class 1-B who had just slammed into him with his lunch tray. There was a smug grin on his face and he tossed his blond hair dramatically. "Terribly sorry."

"O-Oh, it's alright," Midoriya said, "just please watch wh–"

Monoma cut him off. "Wow, it's you four, isn't it? The ones that fought the Hero Killer: Stain?"

You and Todoroki both glared at him. Iida lowered his head slightly and Midoriya chuckled nervously. Monoma either didn't notice or didn't care about how uncomfortable he was making the situation and continued to push the topic.

"You made your class popularity rise even more, uhh?" He said, leaning menacingly over Uraraka's shoulder. "One day you all are going to get into danger. It'll be super scary and you'll all get hurt!"

That sounded like a threat, you thought. So why is he smiling about it? Is he enjoying this?

The blond boy opened his mouth again, but before he could speak, he crumpled toward the ground. A large hand caught both his lunch tray mid and his collar mid-air and you looked to see that Kendo had karate chopped him in the neck.

"Sorry about that," she said to you sheepishly. She frowned, looking down at the boy caught in her grip. "You shouldn't be making fun of something like that, Monoma. It was really serious."

Kendo's so cool, you thought. First she defeated the mighty broken vending machine and now she took out a guy with a single hit.

Kendo smiled. "Hey, I couldn't help but overheard you guys talking about the exercise portion of the final exam. I heard from my friend who's an upper-classman that it was going to be fighting robots, just like the entrance exam."

"Kendo," Monoma whined, wiggling around to try and escape her iron grasp. "Why'd you tell them that? I wanted to use that hidden knowledge to derail class 1-A and finally ebay them into the ground!"

"Remember, we don't detest class A," the orange haired girl rolled her eyes. "Sorry again, you guys. And... I'm glad you're all okay." You could have sworn that her gaze flickered specifically toward you when she said that, but it was only momentary as she then began to walk away, dragging the struggling boy behind her like a sack of potatoes.

Uraraka breathed a sigh of relief once the two class B students had left. "That's such a relief! Robots will be a piece of cake." She made chopping motions in the air with her hands. "Especially after what I learned at my internship. I'm ready to take those suckers down!"

"Yeah," you muttered. "But doesn't that seem a little... I don't know, easy? Not that fighting giant robots is super simple or anything, but the way Aizawa was talking really made it seem more intense than that."