KamiJirou-Dreaming

Romance is Worldwide

Class 1-A was stunned. A month-long tour trip around Europe?  Visiting the biggest cities and observing foreign schools? The best news they've had thus far! 

The reactions were varied as the class erupted into noise. Midoriya, almost by default, started a muttering session about the grand international schools they were doubtless going to visit. Momo was wondering if she was going to see a nobility friend of hers along the way. Iida was booming something about order and creating a schedule for every event. Bakugou was, surprisingly, quiet, settling for a silent glare. Sato was asking Shoji if he would accompany him to a famous bakery, receiving a thumbs up from one of the many limbs. Ashido and Hagakure were screaming about Louis Vuitton and Chanel. Everyone was asking questions and making plans. Aizawa, ever the introvert, zipped up his sleeping bad, scribbled "You are dismissed", and quietly slinked out of the room. 

The most strange was the silence of the boys in the back of the class, the Bakusquad, the Three Musketeers, the Supporting Cast of Bakugou, and- well whatever you call them, Kirishima, Sero, and Denki stayed silent, mouths agape with surprise. As the room began to die down, more and more people noticed the strange reaction of the three boys, who would usually be screaming in excitement. Kyouka, however, knew that this was only the calm before the storm. She covered her ears and muffled her ear jacks. 

This was wise.

A tidal wave of noise, hitherto unrivaled by even Present Mic. 

"ALL RIIIIIIIGHT!" they screamed.

"OLEEEE, OLE OLE OLEEEE, OLE, OLE OLE OLE OLE!!!"

Chants in Spanish, German, English, and Japanese about football (soccer, you American creeps), while dancing and jumping up and down.

"Let's goooooo, babyyyyyyy," Denki drew out the last syllable while pumping his fists in excitement, "The Champions League is right around the corner, and you know what that meansssssss!"

"You know it, bro," Sero smiled, "Let's book some tickets for every Champions League match?"

"Bro, that's, like, so bro," Kirishima couldn't even string together a viable sentence and settled for using bro as a substitute.

"What're you thinking Kaminari?" Sero asked, still shaking with excitement and a broad smile still plastered to his face, "10,000 per ticket?"

A gasp by the class. No way they were going to splurge 10,000 yen on tickets.

"You know it, man," Denki smiled, "I have every Tottenham Hotspur match booked."

A silence between the three brothers. Sero's smile fell to a scornful frown as Kirishima whispered, "Ugh, a SpUrS fan."

"If you have something to say about Tottenham," Denki spoke dangerously, "Say it to my face and maybe I'll consider not smashing your face in."

"Oh, and Mourinho will lead a mid-table team to the finals?" Kirishima spat uncharacteristically. 

"And your Liverpool will even make it past the last 16? I think not, you muscles for brains," Sero sneered."

"Hey! At least we fight than TWICE the manliness as your PSG, starting 11" Kirishima retorted, "I bet Neymar would like to visit a dive bar sooner or later. Besides..."

Kirishima turned away to shed a "manly" tear. 

"Jürgen Klopp is just so manly..." he cried with manliness.

"You dumbasses don't even know where to start."

The boys whipped their heads to the source of the raspy and aggressive voice.