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"WOW! THE CLASS 1-A LOSERS ARE EATING WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD! JUST GOES TO SHOW HOW CONCEITED YOU ALL ARE!" Amai sighed as she drooled over the boy that had just been yelling at them. His body was dragged away by Kendo, a girl she had recently befriended. "Sorry about him," she said with an apologetic smile, "he's not usually like this." With that, the redhead left, leaving Amai to watch as his corpse get taken away. "'Mai, you're drooling again," Uraraka pointed out, reaching for a tissue she had in her pocket. The brunette handed over the soft paper, (y/n) accepting it with a mumble of gratitude.
"How do you find him attractive?" asked Midoriya, "he's pretty intimidating." Iida moved his arm in a chopping motion as if to agree with the shorter boy. "He can be incredibly vulgar Amai, unlike you!" he exclaimed all the while Todoroki slurped at his cold soba. Uraraka draped herself onto the girl's shoulder with a huff. "They're both right, 'Mai. It's for the best after all," agreed Uraraka as she looked for some change in the girl's expression. Instead, she groaned.
"But, he isn't really like that!" she proclaimed with a pout as Todoroki looked over, "he's just insecure!" Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka looked to eachother in doubt. (y/n)'s eyes glimmered in frustration as she furrowed her brow. With one final slurp, Todoroki finally spoke. "I could see that," he stated, "he's like Bakugo— so insecure that he acts like a rabid dog."
Behind the table, Bakugo twitched. Midoriya squeaked in fear as he pointed at Bakugo. "Bakugo always has a stick up his ass. Its obviously because he knows we're better than him-" "Keep talking IcyHot and I'll beat your ass into next Tuesday!" barked Bakugo, explosions dancing across his palms. (y/n)'s eyes shone in excitement as the ash blond screamed just as he was described. Amai leaped from her seat and rushed to Bakugo's side, grabbing his slick hands.
"Are you actually insecure?!" she questioned, a grin spreading across her features. "Wh-Wha-" "Gosh, you're perfect!" she beamed, her hands almost intertwined with his, "I told you this is what happened when someone is insecure! You're either quiet, really nice, or degrading!" Before Bakugo could even react, she engulfed him in a tight hug, his face burning a bright red. "G-get off me!"
