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Neito took up the habit early on to be in the common area as much as possible in order to catch everything he could. So naturally, he was the first in the class to hear about this wedding their year was arranging. Well, the first aside from Tetsutetsu, who gallantly brought the news to 1-B in the first place. Still, Neito fully intended to indisputably claim shotgun on this planning process.
There, bunched in their usual section of the noisy sunny cafeteria, was the enemy. The antagonists who would soon find their plans hijacked by a phantom thief. After all, Present Mic was Class B's English teacher too! His class should get a say in how this wedding went down!
"Monoma, hey." Shinsou greeted him as he was mid-breath, about to fly into a brilliantly crafted speech.
"... Hi."
Hi?! Are you serious????
He... kind of stopped being able to interact with Shinsou normally for the most part once the latter joined Class 1-A. And he especially didn't know how to talk to him ever since he'd become boyfriends with Midoriya of all people. He wasn't really jealous. Well... he was jealous, but not because of the boyfriend thing. For the most part. It's complicated, okay!
"What have you come here to taunt us about today?" Shinsou, ever oblivious, raised an eyebrow. That stupid expression on his stupid face was stupidly and absolutely unfairly pretty. And why did he have to say 'us'? Just because he was on the Class 1-A roster didn't mean he had to be so attached, right?
"Oh nothing, only that you all have no chance of pulling together a coherent event of any kind on your own, let alone one of the most important events of our teachers' lives."
"I would argue with you, but I kind of agree."
"Shinsou!!" Uraraka puffed out her already incredibly round rosy cheeks, making her look cartoonishly cutesy in her absolutely-not-adorable indignance. Neito's smug smile widened. It was nice to know Shinsou hadn't been taken in completely by the overwhelming force that was Class 1-A.
"See, Shinsou understands. There's no way you can organize an entire wedding when a decent chunk of you can barely stay on top of your school work. And I believe I heard through the grapevine that should one of you start failing, they're off the guest list! If things continue this way, you'll all start dropping like flies and there will never even be a wedding! What makes you think you can do this on your own, huh?! You think--"
A familiar weight struck Neito in the back of the neck, and he promptly slumped forward with the shock.
"What Monoma is trying to say is that we can help." Kendo supported him by the scruff of his uniform.
"Kendo, we can't sound so subservient!" Neito hissed. Kendo fixed him with a look that had him avoiding eye contact.
"Yeah, I think we got the message." Midoriya smiled kind of sheepishly. Neito felt his ears grow hot for an odd cocktail of reasons he couldn't completely identify. He decided to straighten up, shrugging off Kedo's steadying hand.
"We'll all have to meet up after school to make a game plan." Uraraka said.
"In the 1-B dorms, of course." Neito said, not letting anyone else take the chance to respond. "Our common room is much tidier, and we are the ones reaching out to offer our badly needed aid."
"That is mighty hospitable of you, Monoma!" Iida did that... odd chopping thing with his arm. What was that even about? It looked so goofy, what, was he mimicking Kendo's karate chops??? He had taste in people to mimic, but mimicking someone so ahead of your league lacked taste on its own.
"Alright, it's settled then." Kendo said, laying a hand on Neito's elbow and starting off toward where 1-B usually sat. "Afterschool around four?"
"That sounds good." Iida confirmed.
"Perfect!" Neito said haughtily over his shoulder as he followed behind his class rep.
"Monoma, sweetie, you've gotta stop doing that." Kendo said, once they were out of earshot.
"I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about." Neito turned away, but he could still feel Kendo's soft disapproving frown deepen. It hurt more than he wanted to admit.
"You know exactly what I mean. I don't understand why you have such a raging vendetta against Class 1-A."
"You wouldn't get it."
"I already don't get it, and if you're not gonna elaborate, I really think you should try to calm down and control yourself? Maybe get over it?"
Neito made a grumbling noise in his throat, sitting down next to Pony.
"You doin' okay?" She asked, blinking her cute big round blue marble eyes.
"Now that you're sitting next to me I am." He smiled. She smiled right back and took a huge bite of her salad. The agitation sunk firmly into his shoulders loosened and began to fall away as he looked around the table. He always liked this spot because the windows made it so the sunlight splashed across everyone in a clean geometric line, which emphasized the shimmer it cast on them all. Even his seat. Neito shimmered here, with everyone else.
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"So they're conspiring together now." Vlad King looked off toward Class 1-B's dorm, where the three of them saw the first year hero students flocking around 10 minutes ago.
"Should we... go..?" Hizashi turned to Shouta, who looked considerably more calm about this whole arrangement than he had been just yesterday.
"I can barely handle 20 of them, you expect me to be able to cope with 40?"
"Well, no, but I'll be with you." Hizashi leaned towards Shouta, who rolled his eyes. But he couldn't fool Hizashi. He saw that little smile tugging at the edge of his lip. He saw.
"Great, so I'll have 41 children to endure."
"Heeeyyyy!" Hizashi got all up close and personal. "Remind me again which one of us cooks dinner almost every night?"
"Remind me again which one of us knows how to be organized?" Shouta shot back.
"Which is exactly why you can't trust a bunch of rambunctious teenagers and I to organize a wedding."
"Hizashi, don't you dare..."
"Nope, too late. Look at me. My legs are already moving on their own. You better come catch me before I do something rash like decide on yellow and magenta for the colors."
Shouta glared at him, but Hizashi was immune at this point.
"Don't you wanna tell the girls what kinda wedding dress you'd like~?"
Hizashi saw Shouta's ears turn just slightly pink as he darted his eyes over to Vlad King, who was still standing right there and looked thoroughly entertained by their shenanigans.
"Yes I'm aware, the groom doesn't usually get a say in what the bride wears, but still, I'd love to have your opinion."
Shouta blinked, realizing what Hizashi was doing, and let out a big, long sigh.
"Okay, fine, we'll go. If we're any later, the meeting probably won't be salvageable."
"It's only been ten minutes."
"Exactly."