Messing around/Toga Himikox Story BNHA FanFic. (On Hold)

Chapter 2. The camp

'Al pimiento colorado,
azul y verde,
el señorito Deku,
casarse quiere.
No quiere que sepamos quien es su novio,
don Todoroki es un pimpollo...' I sang loudly in my native language one of my childhood school-bus songs.

It had been a few months since I joined the U. A. and I actually liked a lot my classmates.

We were chilling out in the camp while eating the food. The soft light of dawn painted the sky in red, telling us how it'd soon be dark.

Sero actually knew some spanish so he sang with me, Jirou and Kirishima clapped to the beat. Mina and Denki tried to sing with me, but as they didn't know the lyrics nor the language they were just blabbering dumb stuff. Tokoyami pulled out a protecting charm, convinced they would end up summoning a demon.

Kacchan sighed loudly but didn't stop me.

'Oi, that's enough' Aizawa said, interrupting the scene we had created.

He sat on the end of the table and started eating his food.

I slidded to sit in front of him.

'So... Aizawa-san. You and Mic...?' I smirked

'No' he stopped me

'No?'

'Um...' he doubted

'Yeah?'

'That's private' he grunted.

'Right' I sighed

'Oi weeb!' Kacchan called me

I slidded back to where they were.

'Yes, Baku-hoe?'

'Oh I don't know, Kirishima wanted to talk to you' he pointed at the red-haired boy.

The last one gave me a guilty smile as he thanked Bkugo.

'I wanted to ask. Have you ever liked someone?' 

I choked on my food caught by surprise.

'Sure, why?'

'Well I think I like someone too, and I'm not sure how to tell him... I mean, them!'

'Right' I smirked 'Well, I don't know either, I haven't been very lucky in the matters of the heart. I'd just go with be honest. If they like you back then that won't change independently of how you tell them. I guess... Good luck?'

'Okay, thanks!'

I held a paper tissue againt a big bloody cut on my cheek.

It felt hard to breathe and my vision blurred with tears in my eyes.

'What-what have you done?'

The blond girl turned to look at me.

I wiped my tears away, ashamed.

She had a purple stain on her cheek bone.

I'd been beaten up. Kids making fun of my quirk, laughing at me...

'They hurt you.'

The girl was standing in the middle of an alley. Her hands stained with blood.

' You can't... You shouldn't... My mum says that when people hurt you, you must never use their methods' 

' But they hurt you. And it was so tempting... It's so cute... I love it so...'