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The indigo haired teen yawned into his hand as his eyes watered the slightest bit when his mouth stretched open behind his hand. His teacher droned on into her lesson as the students gave her their bored, tired gazes. Having math in the beginning of the day is the worst when you can barely comprehend what words are leaving your Sensei's mouth, as they spoke to fast for him to catch up.
sʜɪɴsᴏᴜ ʜɪᴛᴏsʜɪ, ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ; ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ; sᴜʙsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴏ.
Hitoshi sat with his head in his arms, perched onto the desktop, trying his hardest not to drift off due to another sleepless night. How he's even able to join a sport's team is unbelievable. A month in school and he still wasn't exactly used to the schedule.
Just as he begun into a light doze, the door to his classroom slammed open, and he jolted, using every little bit of strength in him to not fall from his seat from the sudden clash of the door sliding open with a violent shake.
"Ah, you must be the exchange student from America, yes?" The woman asked the boy, and he looked up, his eyes narrowing at her english. "I'm Mrs. Kayama." She told him, and he rose an eyebrow as he straightened up.
ɴᴇᴍᴜʀɪ ᴋᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ, ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ; ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴄs ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ.
"I can speak Japanese." He started blandly, giving her the most dull look as he stepped inside, and Hitoshi could almost hear wolf whistles from his other classmates and their idioticy, he glanced behind him at the other boys and could see them all eyeing the greenette like hungry animals as they were on the edge of their seats.
"Oh! Apologies for assuming. Would you introduce yourself?" She questioned, and he nodded while crossing his arms.
"The name's Midoriya Izuku. Please take care of me." He stated, and you could hear multiple gasps from the other girls.
"Alright, do any of you have questions for him?" Their Sensei asked, and hands raised, you could see the greenette visibly stiffen.
It wasn't as if Shinsou though he was cute.. it's as if everyone thought he was hot, even if you were straighter than that pole at the park, the boy in front of you has enough curves to curve you. Then his face, his face, man it was perfect, button nose, doe eyes, plump lips long lashes, and of course he had to have freckles. Who knew someone could be so attractive?
You could see his muscle through his shirt,—which in fact was tight—why did he also look and sound so familiar?
ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ, sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ; ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ.
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Izuku already hated the people at this school, he doesn't exactly know why, but everyone gave him some fake, petty vibes. He glared at his textbook as he dropped it into his bag.
Only his first day and he's been exposed to being Hisashi and Inko Midoriya's son. Only son for that matter, he should have known that people would know his name from his family, and then he completely forgot about his career in dance.
In fact now that he's on the subject, he was supposed to visit a dance club later that day. He remember's it about thirty minutes away from his home, called GoodLife Dance. It sounded nice and the photo's must've been taken expertly, he even found that they had a UTube channel called "GoodLife Dancers Extraordinaire", pretty cool if you asked him.
Then it comes down to his old career in Volleyball, he could tell that the sport was big in their school compared to the other's, they were said to have been the best, said to be the best in the prefecture. He played international but now that he's back and in High School he couldn't bother trying out for their team, besides, nobody was up to his standards, his old teammates could barely keep up with him in general, not only mentally but physically, his Setter wasn't the best, except for that Setter in Brazil, he was amazing.
But the rest could just barely get the ball delivered to him wherever he was, they won of course, but just barely. That Setter from Brazil gave him the creeps, he would always find him eyeing him like a prize waiting to be collected.
He never liked the stares.
"Midoriya-kun? Class has been over for a while." A brunette to his right stated, and he turned slightly to give her a harsh look, ignoring the other greenette by her side.
"Whatever, thanks I guess.." The greenette murmured, and he almost caught the girl's smile.
"I'm Uraraka Ochako, this is Tsuyu Asui." She explained, and he nodded almost monotonely.
ᴜʀᴀʀᴀᴋᴀ ᴏᴄʜᴀᴋᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛsᴜʏᴜ ᴀsᴜɪ, ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ; ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀss 1ᴀ.
"I think you know who I am, now the question is if you want anything?" He asked skeptically, knowing fully well how people would manipulate him into thinking he actually had friends, bullshit. The only reason someone would be talking to him is if they wanted something from him, or for his money.
"We don't want anything! That's far from what we're both here for. Actually, it's just you seemed a bit lonely, you know? Me and Asui-chan can relate!" Uraraka laughed nervously as she gave him a grin and his eyes widened the slightest bit.
"At this school, you may want to stay away from a few people by the way. Some don't really accept same-sex relationships, me and Ochaco would know." Tsuyu spoke up, and he rose an eyebrow.
"As in.. you both are dating?" Izuku queried, and they both nodded. He let the information sink in for a moment, before letting a small smile fall before his features. "Cool."
"Right, anyways! We're allowed a small break before our next class starts- oh wait, Shinsou-kun left his notebook." Uraraka pointed out, and grabbed the book from on top of the desk. "He looked pretty dazed this morning too..." She murmured.
"Shinsou?" He asked.
"The boy who sits behind you? Midoriya don't tell me you haven't paid attention." Asui smirked slyly, a glint of humor behind it.
"Hey, it's not my fault! I don't pay attention to the person behind me, I mean.. they're behind me, you want me to just turn around in my seat and say 'Hello!' like a happy-go-lucky child?" Izuku smirked back, earning a laugh from the two.
"Not at all. But you know, you gotta start at some point with friends right?" Ochaco reminded him, and he nodded.
"I've made somewhat of a start now, haven't I?" Izuku snorted, and he saw Uraraka's eyes light up. "D-Don't take it s-so seriously." The greenette flushed mildly, turning away.
"Ochaco and I have found it hard to make more friends due to slurs and rumours, we're glad we could start expanding our little circle." Tsuyu beamed, hands on her hips.
"Makes sense. It's the exact opposite for me. It's not hard for me to make friends, but it's not like they actually like me. Besides, nobody can deal with my personality. Apparently i'm too abrasive and temperamental." Izuku rolled his hand as he rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.
"Really? Well for such a temperamental person your style is... so unique. Honestly where do you go for clothes?" Uraraka changed to a lighter subject.
"My mom makes my clothes. I don't fit into male clothes at the stores, so my outfits are custom made." He explained blandly, expecting the two to think he was some snotty brat due to the answer alone.
"Right," Ochaco dragged on, "your mom is the owner of Midori.co. I completely blanked on that. Oops, the question probably sounded so dumb."
"No, no. It's fine." He laughed behind his hand.
"Hey, let's exchange numbers before class begins, I follow you on snap and insta." Tsuyu offered, and he nodded, fetching his phone from his back pocket and handing it to her, while he took Asui's and Uraraka's.
"Oh,you know what we should do afterschool? Omg we should go watch the volleyball practice. Shinsou, Inasa and Shindou will be there. We could introduce you, I mean they do know us, forgot to mention they're apart of our small circle." Uraraka offered.
"I have to head over to a dance studio later today, but I guess I can spare some time." The greenette shrugged nonchalantly, squealing on the inside.
"Ooh! You're going back to dance? I love your dancing, it's so freespirited and beautiful! Some of your dance videos are sexual though, but you know, being Lesbian and all I don't really mind. Now Tsuyu here, she's Bisexual." Ochaco mentioned as Asui blushed a slight pink, "You'd like to know that Shindou is Pansexual, Shinsou I'm pretty sure is Demisexual. And Inasa-kun is Bicurious." The girl explained.
"Great, so I guess I'll meet you at the gym afterschool today? To watch practice and all." Izuku beamed, and the two girls gave him their brightest smiles.
"Yep!"
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"Goddammit Camie! If your only here to cheer and hook up with some goddamn shitty football player, then why the fuck do you keep asking to get back together!?" The ash blond yelled angrily as the blond girl pouted, hickeys and bites evident on her neck. A crowd begun to form around the two.
ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ, sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇғᴇɴsᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪsᴛ.
"Katsuki, you know I never mean to hurt you-" The girl had tears at the corners of her eyes, and went to grab Katsuki's wrist.
ᴜᴛsᴜsʜɪᴍɪ ᴄᴀᴍɪᴇ, sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴄʟᴀss 1ʙ, ᴄʜᴇᴇʀʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me, you bitch! You and I both know that's a load of bullshit! I'm not even fucking hurt just disappointed." Katsuki growled out, clenching his jaw as he jerked away from her touch.
"Please, we can work this out again! I swear it'll never happen." Camie tried to reason, but instead of a normal apology Katsuki only scowled at her pitiful expression.
"Don't fucking call me, don't text me, don't even breathe in my goddamn direction, we're fucking done." Katsuki spat, and left the girl to cry into her best friend's arms as he walked off, stuffing his hands into his sweatshirt, making his way into the lunchroom.
Grunting, he plopped down into the seat beside a certain redhead, who all but flinched as he glanced at him. "Ah, you and Utsushimi going on and off again?" The redhead questioned.
ᴋɪʀɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴇɪᴊɪʀᴏᴜ, sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ; sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ: ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ.
"Tch. We're fucking done at this point. I'm not associating my self with people like her." The grumbled, "Oi Eyebags. You slept last night? We have practice today and don't want your dumbass slacking off." The ash blond questioned the indigo haired teen, who was close to half asleep, and jolted awake.
"Ah, umm.. No." Hitoshi admitted, and Katsuki growled.
"Don't be too hard on him cap, he's only a first year, besides it's probably a mental issue?" A golden blond haired teen cut in before Katsuki could even begin to scold Shinsou.
ᴋᴀᴍɪɴᴀʀɪ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ; sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ: ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴏ.
"You'll sit out today, I'm not having you pass out on us." Katsuki grouched out, leaning on his open palm.
"Such a shitty way to show you care." A dual-haired boy stated, and Katsuki grunted.
ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ sʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ, sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ : ᴠɪᴄᴇ-ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ, ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ sᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.
"We should refrain from using such vulgar language, though I have said this many times before." Called a blunette, moving his hand in an up and down motion.
ɪɪᴅᴀ ᴛᴇɴʏᴀ, sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴇᴇᴛ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ : ᴡɪɴɢ sᴘɪᴋᴇʀ.
"It's not like you won't be hearing it from now on forward, you've know the gremlin for 3 years. You're bound to pick it up at some point." A blond stated, and dodged the smack headed for him.
ᴍᴏɴᴏᴍᴀ ɴᴇɪᴛᴏ, sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴇɴ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ : ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ.
"All of you need to keep your nasty traps shut." The ash blond smirked dangerously.
"Aren't you the one with the nastiest mouth at the table? I mean, you're one of the people who lost his viriginity in his 2nd year." Commented a brunette from down the table.
sʜɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʏᴜᴜ, sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ; ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ: ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ.
"I hate to say it, but he's got a point." Another blond put in, his face stuck in a smile.
ᴍɪʀɪᴏ ᴛᴏɢᴀᴛᴀ, ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ: ʟᴇғᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ sᴘɪᴋᴇʀ.
"Ack! Don't say that!" Exclaimed a ravenette.
ɪɴᴀsᴀ ʏᴏᴀʀᴀsʜɪ, ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʟғ; ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ sᴘɪᴋᴇʀ.
"Should we really be teasing the captain?" Murmured a navy-haired boy, his gaze down at his food.
ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀᴍᴀᴊɪᴋɪ, sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴇɴ; ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ sɪx: ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ.
"It's all fun and games until the pomeranian tried to bite at you." A ravenette snorted.
sᴇʀᴏ ʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ; sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ: ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ.
"Relax, it's not like he'll attack you, he's not an actual dog, just a reincarnation of one." A silver-headed boy laughed along, leaning back in his seat, arms folded behind his head.
ᴛᴇᴛsᴜᴛᴇᴛsᴜ ᴛᴇᴛsᴜᴛᴇᴛsᴜ, sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ; sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴜʙ's ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ: ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ.
"This whole conversation sounds like your all asking for death-" The ash blond growled, before a voice cut him off, well... not intentionally, in fact the voice wasn't even aimed at him.
"Shinsou-kun. Midoriya from the first few classes, remember?" The greenette spoke towards Shinsou as the other's observed him in a shocked silence.
"A-Ah yeah! I r-remember you, did y-you need something?" Hitoshi stuttered, completely thrown off at the sudden conversation.
"Uh yeah, so. Uraraka-kun and Tsuyu-kun were getting their lunches and I wasn't really occupied. But, you left your notebook? At math. I haven't been able to really find you at all today, and you always left classes before I could get a hold of you." The greenette told him, slightly rambling as he reached into his bag, a slightly annoyed look on his features as he held the notebook out towards Shinsou.
"Oh! I had thought I left it at home or something, thanks." Shinsou laughed nervously as he took the book hesitantly.
"Yeah, don't mention it, seriously. If I have to hear about this again I'm going to scream in your face and run. That's a legitimate warning." Izuku continued on, and Shinsou let a soft smile rest of his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Aha, I get it. I won't." Hitoshi mumbled.
"Yeah, by the way. Uraraka, Tsu and I are coming to watch you practice afterschool. I was invited and all, so don't slack off. I noticed you looked tired since I stepped into the room this morning." Midoriya all but snorted behind his hand as he turned his face away, slightly shaking as Hitoshi's face blew up in flames of embarrassment.
"I-I uh.. I w-won't slack o-off!" Hitoshi defended himself and Izuku waved him off, face contorting back into his regular neutral, resting bitch face.
"Right, right. I'll see you for gym I guess." Izuku rolled his hand, and begun to walk off with a short wave.
Hitoshi let out a breath as he melted into his chair, already knowing the looks his teammates were giving him from the interaction he just had. God he looked and sounded so stupid, he can't even.
"Oh my god he's much cuter in person. Ever seen his fucking videos? Man, I never would have thought." Shindou raised his eyebrows slyly with a hungry look in his eyes.
"He also sassed the teacher this morning. And is a famous celebrity's son. I wouldn't try anything with him." Shinsou murmured, "goddammit doesn't his surname sound familiar? I'm not talking about his parents at this point." The indigo haired teen asked, exasperatedly.
"I guess it does. But I just can't remember what I know him from." Monoma shrugged.
"So nobody- ugh." Shinsou groaned, slamming his head down on the table.
"I know his dad's an internationally famous boxer. Camie used to go on and on about how much she fucking loved Midori fashion." Bakugou spoke up.
"Oh my god, guys, he's already going through his fucking memories with Utsushimi. We're having N̳i̳k̳u̳m̳a̳n̳* tonight man." Kaminari gasped with such mockery that Bakugou had to hold back of smacking the boy upside his head.
"And who the the hell is paying?" Katsuki question with a twitch of his eye.