BNHA Next Gen: Kota's Tidal Wave

Tea for Two

Bzzzzzt!!

... Ah! Gooooooood morning!

5:55 AM: Perfect. Shut off the buzzer alarm on my phone, hop off the top bunk, everybody's still asleep for bit longer... First one to the shower, alright!

I take off my shirt, my shorts, then I step right into the refreshing, hot water... It's relaxing how the water trickles down from the smile on my face to the rest of my body. Makes me feel like I'm back home by the forest, where all the waterfalls are...

After a few minutes, I shut the water off and briefly dry myself with the towel before I hustle over to my suitcase full of clothes. Heh, I hope the guys don't mind me walking around shirtless while I find something to wear.

As I walk over, I catch a glimpse of Kanashimu, still peacefully laying fast asleep with his muscular build compact on a comparably small bunk bed. I notice some faded scars on his forearms and shoulders. Memories of our awful confrontation come flooding back into my mind... I'm sorry Kanashimu, but right now I have to be thinking about meeting up with Eri this morning.

From the corners of my ears, I hear some of the other guys rising from their bedsheets.

"You're in pretty high spirits this morning," Yabusame yawns awake, pointing out my clear readiness to start the day. "Does Tarzan have a meeting today?"

"Yeah, I made some plans to have breakfast with somebody," I explain, "It'll just be some tea and talking before the combat event today."

"As you're competing this afternoon," Doraikawa asserts, "Haven't you considered the possibility that Shishikura-sensei wouldn't permit you to go?"

...Shit.

"U-uh... It'll b-be fine!" I calmly panic, "I think I've got a... p-pretty good relationship with Shishikura. He'd let me go if I ask, r-right?"

"Sissycross doesn't make friends with nobody," Kusari jives, "Just ask our resident problem child, Taka the Kid. How many times you've been meatballed, Shark Tooth?"

"H-Hey!" Tamashiro whined, "Only five times... But Izumi bought me food each time, so it was always worth it!" Tamashiro rolls out of his bottom bunk with a wild bedhead of messy, silvery hair and a smile that never tires. "Izumi, lemme help with your outfit!"

"But... Katsuma texted me yesterday..." I utter, "For good luck this week, he let me hold onto the Ultra Deku Hoo-"

"Hell no!" Tamashiro blurts, "I can read between the lines, and I know exactly you've gotta wear to your powwow this morning. Trust me, my man!" He leaps onto my suitcase and starts digging like a gopher. "Hmm, we'll need this... and that. Oooh, these'll add that 'bad boy' type of look. Ahh, you'll look sick in these! Aaaand you're borrowing this from me, it's washed, don't worry! ...Sweet, throw these on!"

"Uhh, alright." After a bit of time, I look at a full-body mirror in the room. Tamashiro had picked out his short-sleeved black button-up; it fits a bit small on me, but it doesn't look bad, and it's unbuttoned to show my plain-white T-shirt underneath. I also have on some jeans that are light enough for the spring warmth, and Tamashiro said to cuff them at the bottom. He also supported the look of my red sneakers and red cap on me. Hmm, I could roll with this type of look.

"I've invented a masterpiece!" Tamashiro sobbed, "Wahhh, make me proud, my brother!"

"You are all so obnoxiously loud in the morning..." Crap, it's Shishikura walking in! "Hm? Mr. Izumi, you're conspicscouly dressed..."

"Uhh, about that..." I shudder, "Could I maybe... possibly... meet with a f-friend for some breakfast at a cafe nearby? *gulp* Hehe..."

Blocking the doorway for any chance for escape, Shishikura glares that type of glare. "Mr. Izumi, you seem to think you're in the middle of a vacation in Hamamatsu, don't you?" he hissed, "You know, Devil, I hear that Hell is lovely this time of year. How about I throw you in there myself? So help me, if you ever request anything so irrelevant to squashing those U.A. cockroaches, I shall-"