38 - May I have This Dance?

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"Well obviously the egg came first you dumbass, that's how evolution works!"

"No I don't believe you, there has to be a chicken to be an egg."

You pushed your head into your hands to muffle your frustrated scream. You've been trying to convince Shinso that the egg came before the chicken for ten minutes. At this point you were pretty sure he was just denying your claims to spite you. "You're impossible you are. No matter what I say, you're never going to change your mind."

"Nope."

You let out a battle cry and dived at the purple haired boy. You both rolled around on the grass as he tried to prevent you from strangling the life out of him. You grappled back and forth for a good five minutes before resting side by side. A blanket of silence fell over the pair of you before you heard Shinso start snickering. You turned your head to look at him as he brought his hand up to cover his mouth and broke out into full on laughter. You spluttered and joined him in hysterics, you grabbed your stomach as it began to ache from your howls of laughter. It took ages for the two of you to calm down.

"So how's training with Aizawa going?" You spoke while wiping the tears from your eyes. You raised your head as he scooted closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders. Your head came to rest on his arm as you stole his warmth.

"I'm not even going to ask how you know, but it's been fine. He's a really tough trainer but that's what's necessary for me to catch up." You nodded and closed your eyes. Hanging out with Shinso at lunch had become a regular thing ever since your argument with Shoto eons ago. You'd eat with your classmates, usually Shoto, and then meet the purple version of Aizawa out on the field where there was no one else around.

"Honestly, waiting for you two to finish training back before the dorm system was so boring. I'd just sit in the library and learn physics and I-"

"And you hate physics" He smirked down at you as he predicted your words. You've ranted about the subject so many times that he could list every reason as to why you hate it. You punched his side playfully and scoffed, what happened to you being aloof and mysterious? This boy could predict you perfectly.

"Oh shove off...! You think you're so smart don't you? Yeah you do! I can see you smirking!" You pushed at his side and rolled away from him. You stood up and stretched, your arms reaching high over your head. He followed your lead while chuckling. You felt a sharp tug on your skirt pulling it downwards a bit, you turned around to face the tired culprit.

"Your skirt had ridden up." He raised his hands in defence as you smoothed your skirt down. You shrugged and began your way back to the school building. He jogged to your side and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"You should be happy you're you. If you were Mineta I would've sent you flying." A small smile graced your lips at the image of throwing the tiny pervert that appeared in your mind.

"That's the small creep right?" You let out a hum and nodded your head. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you wandered your way back to your classes. A pair of crimson eyes on their way back from the canteen glared at the back of your male companion.

He watched as Shinso wrapped his arm around your shoulders and whispered something into your ear. You turned to him with an offended look and slapped him on the chest before resting your head on his shoulder. Katsuki's hands tightened into fists as he growled to himself. This, for some reason, angered him more than seeing you with the half and half bastard. Probably because he doesn't trust the violet haired boy at all, he at least trusted Icy-hot to a minimal extent.

"Woah there Bakugo, you look like someone's just pissed in your cereal!" He ignored Kaminari's observation and stomped forward, bumping his shoulder into Shinso harshly as he passed. You squinted at the explosive blond's agitated back as he began to disappear into the crowd.

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