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"Yeah, ……….No, I am sorry, What did you just say?......"
" Sure baby, what's your name and how old are you"
" 21, Right so if I check your number would it be yours or will it be your parents, or older sibs or cousins….no "
" ……... go and do your homework, kid. "
"No, I have no interest in dating kids. And please don't just give out your details like that. Be safe."
Touya ended the call and sighed. Kids these days, he's sure he wasn't this naive.
What if the call was taken by a pervert or a paedophile?.
He frowned, he should talk with Makoto about taking a video where he can talk to the fans about safety. Dumbass kids making his life hard.
Touya turned around to go back into the dorm when a black streak rushed past him.
" Yuuma!!!! Come back here ……..OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SHINE’S DABI, YOU ARE SHINE’S DABI, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He watched, amused as the student jumped up and down, squealing while her friends tried to calm her down. He waved and went towards the students as one of her friends managed to calm her down. Her exciting expression morphed into a worried one and she turned to her friend, wildly using her hands to explain something.
" ……….. ran away " Touya caught the last part. He smiled his best and softest smile, the one that Toga calls “ the tell me what’s wrong smile" at the girl and held out his hand.
It had the required effect, she squeezed his hand and talked about her cat who ran away.
“ Ah I think I saw something running past me into the woods,” Touya told her, she worriedly looked at the woods in front of her. He patted her hair, and gave her a reassuring smile, “ it’s fine, we will all search for her”.
“ Okay!!” They ran in opposite directions before he could say anything. Touya walked towards the woods near him and quickly sent a message to Shoto, telling him about the problem and to send out Koda kun to help in the search.
He searched around the area where he saw the black thing, venturing into the woods near the dorms. The place is denser than he thought.
The air was cool and fresh inside the woods and Touya looked up, only to see glimpses of the sky through the canopy, sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It’s quite peaceful, though Touya understood that the woods are part of the school’s famous security.
Anyone with a camouflage quirk can easily access, though, a flaw in the system. But hopefully, they would have motion detector robots or something hidden in here.
He heard a whirring sound from behind him. He turned towards it. It sounded like it was going farther away. Touya followed.
He ran into a clearing and saw a giant robot holding a net in his claws, a black cat and a pink-haired girl who was tinkering with the controls.
Touya entered the clearing, scooped up the cat (who meowed), took a closer look at the net and burst out laughing.
The number two hero wriggled around more fiercely in response. His feathers sharpened and started to cut the net.
The robot dropped him and Touya snorted at the sight of the prostrate figure of the hero, lying at his feet with his feathers bent in unnatural angles.
Touya channelled all his skills at mockery onto his voice and said, " Now that's something for the tabloids, well-done Number two " he added a little malice onto that number two for good measure.
The hero groaned and looked up and Touya had to school his features into keeping his smirk. He had only seen the hero in his merchandise glory, he had never seen any of his interviews, so he didn’t particularly take notice of his eyes nor his face. He thought they were orange or a variant of that colour.
Definitely not liquid gold.
Hawks stared at him, something passing over his face. Then his eyes dropped down to the kitty in his hands and he scowled.
Touya's smirk widened. " The mighty Number Two was defeated by a cat and a robot, is this what heroics has been reduced to." he sneered at him.
Hawks lifted his chin a little more and glared at him. Then he smiled and his wings flared. Touya felt the wing smacking him on the face, the force of which brought him down onto his ass.
The kitty escaped and he used his hand to break the fall but it landed on a stone and the prick annoyed him.
But not enough to mask the annoyance that sprang him in when a burst of melodic laughter filled the air.
(Melodic, melodic!! why are you describing it as melodic, you stupid fucking brain? )
" Well look at that dumbass, who's laughing now. '' He had to look up at him (up?, when did he? Right, the wings). Hawks side-eyed him with a sneer while using his hand to straighten some of the feathers.
Touya scoffed, getting up and brushing away the leaves and dust. " I thought heroes weren't supposed to attack civilians. "
" Oh please, that was a tiny breeze. It's not my fault your skeleton frame couldn't handle it. "
Oh, we are going into the personal insult category. Okay.
Touya stared down at him. And he had to look way down. He's shorter than Shouto.
That has to be a soft spot.
" Tell me bird brain, how's the view down there? "
The wings bristled, they must be sensitive to birdy's emotions. He could easily test that theory.
Hawks lifted his chin then came closer, his golden eyes glinting with anger. " Why don’t you tell me? Hero reject.” Hawks said, disparagingly.
Touya laughed, coldly. If he was ten years younger he would have burned the pigeon then and there. Now he’s more mature, and he has learned to be less petty.
“ Is that what you think of everyone you meet, what would your precious fans say when they realise how judgemental you are?”.a Hawks rolled his eyes and stepped closer, Touya noticed his feathers sharpening.
“ Unlike you, their upper story is highly functional, so they know how to differentiate between fakers and the true ones. “
Touya narrowed his eyes, grinning condescendingly and steeping ever closer “ Wow, is that what you tell yourself at night? You need validation from strangers to feel like a good person, how sad.”
“ I don’t take criticism from slutty strippers.”
“ Like you can talk. Weren’t you the one who gloated about popularity, what do you think they are looking at, harlot?”
“ At least I can back up the claim “
“ Only weird-ass people will find anything you do attractive”
“ And I am the three-time winner of most desirable hero, you couldn’t even come close.”
“ Oho,” Touya gave him a cheeky grin, “ Did you google me and my awards, pigeon?”
“ Yes I did, I need to know how many times you won the worst award for everything, DABI “
“ That’s the best you can do, peacock “
“ Asshole”
“ Carrier pigeon”
“Dickwad”
“ Goldilocks”
“ That’s actually a compliment “
“ CRUELLA!!, then “
Hawks gasped sassily in Touya’s face, their noses inches apart “ How dare you.”
“ Um …….can I have my baby's body part, you're standing on it " the pink-haired girl interrupted. Both of them jumped, Touya blinking at surprised golden eyes. They moved back from the bubble of anger they created. It was only when he was at a safe distance from the bird brain, now able to breath birdless minty air that he caught on to what the pink-haired girl said. He stared at her and asked, " You're baby's body parts?".
She pointed down. He looked down at the ground to see that he was standing on a metal plate. Right, the robot.
He looked up at the girl, impressed. " Are you an inventor ? " he asked.
She picked up the plate and started cleaning it " hmmm, yeah. I am Mei hatsume from the support department. "
" And why do you have this robot? Hawks asked incredulously and glared at her.
The girl only shrugged and looked uninterested. " It's baby number 239. I am making it so it can catch anyone and anything that runs away. It's made of special metal alloys so that it won't make any sound and capture can be flawless." Her expression morphed into a hopefully maniac one and she leaned into Hawks space.
" My baby got the number two hero. Which means he is good to be sent to the market. What did the net feel like? Rate your uncomfortability on a scale of one to ten. Were you immobile? Could your wings move or did the baby trap them too? Were you able to escape on your own? Will my baby work? '' Touya laughed as she descended on hawks and the expression on hawks face was something to see.
He was backing up quickly.
Touya heard a tiny meow and he turned around to see the kitty looking at him with green eyes. He smiled and walked towards it and picked it up. The cat purred, settling onto his arms and licking his paws. " Mister !!" Hatsume called him and he turned around to meet her bright eyes. " Hawks told me you know the answer, will my baby work? " Touya rolled his eyes and stared at hawks who stared back, challenging him. He smirked at him, then smiled at the girl in front of him. She reminded him about Toga.
He gave her a thumbs up. " Yeah, your inventions are amazing. You caught the number two hero here, in a net that’s a great feat. You have a great hero capturing future ahead of you.” Hatsume beamed, whooped, punched him on the shoulder and ran, taking the robot with her.
Touya and hawks were left gaping after her, the kitten purring away in Touya’s arms. Touya chuckled, “ Apparently eccentricity is part of the UA’s acceptable traits. You could have fit right in.” He told Hawks.
Hawks turned around and spread his wings to their largest length, his unblinking intense eyes fixed on him.
And Touya had to admit, he might be a little intimidated. Only a little.
Maybe.
Hawks took a step forward, and the cat in his arms arched and hissed, claws digging into his arms, hackles rising. Touya tightened his arms around it, he's not letting it escape.
" Yuuma!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Touya jumped at the call and by some miracle, the cat did not leave his arms.
There’s rustling behind him and Touya looked up in time to see hawks flying up, still glaring at him with intense eyes.
His feathers caught the sunlight as he went up, the Tyndall effect making them glow.
Paired with that heated glare, for the first time he looked dangerous. Far from the lively cocky image of a hero he promotes.
Touya smiled to himself as the students from earlier collected the cat. The bird brain is not as uninteresting as he initially thought.
Hawks flew in through the window of his office, startling his sidekicks and a client that was talking to them. He barely acknowledged them, instead, he took a few long strides towards his office, barricading himself in the room.
He stuffed himself in his spinning chair, and he finally let out a deep breath as he got engulfed in the comforting red of his feathers.
The comfort didn’t last long, brilliant blue eyes, shocking white hair and that maddening smirk invading his thoughts.
Even his flight got affected, he went to a higher altitude than he normally does and almost got hit by an aeroplane.
And it’s all that douchebag’s fault.
Hawks could still hear and see that fucking asshole in his mind’s eye. But that’s not all. Even in his enraged state he still noticed the colour of the other’s lips, the way those eyes lit up as he saw that fucking feline and how the light caught his nose piercings and earring.
He’s attractive but that fucking personality. Ugh.
And the worst part he agreed with what he said about heroism. Hawks depend on his popularity, many heroes do. It’s a part of the industry and Hawks will lose everything if he loses it, the only reason he even has a little bit of freedom is because of that.
He knows it but he doesn’t have to hear that from someone who didn’t even try to change something.
Someone who spends his time sucking up to the masses. Hawks help people, he saves people, he has saved more people than that lanky giraffe had ever met.
That bastard is a selfish prick. Travelling and having fun, showing off his body, being with people, dating anyone he wants.
If he had so much time he could save people, help people. He could be a hero, but no!.. he became a stripper masquerading as a guitarist. He even has a reputation as a playboy. Such a jerk.
( Keigo wants to be selfish).
Hawks shook his head and sighed, folding up his wings as that thought hit him. It’s dangerous to think like that. But it’s why he had made it his mission to solve cases. So that more heroes can have free time.
He got to his feet and rang the bell. A moment later Hikaru came in with papers. He sheepishly smiled at him, eyes wandering from around the room to him. “ What does she want?” he spat at him.
Hikaru gaped. Hawks just glared, not wanting anyone to know the reason for his rudeness. Not that he cared about what his sidekick thought.
“ Um……Hawks-San she wanted to see if you could help her with her missing jewellery ”. He spoke in a hurry.
" Go and handle it."
" Ummmm….." Hawks' patience was wearing thin.
" What, can't you do anything by yourself?" His sidekick blanched, jealousy lighting up his eyes, " She only wanted you." Hawks groaned.
He knows what's going on now. If she was that pressed about her jewellery she would have asked anybody else. But since she specifically wanted him.
It happens, technically it shouldn't, heroes should not loiter around, not when lives are at stake. But public perception and ratings will overlook that simple little fact. And Hawks do not feel up to being eye-candy after everything that happened today.
"What do you think they're looking at, harlot?" The jerk's smooth voice sounded in his head and hawks snarled, startling his sidekick and getting a judgemental stare.
He's not dealing with this today. Not anymore. Fuck this.
He turned to his sidekick. " Dismiss her or grow a spine and deal with it yourself. "
" But…" He didn't wait for an answer. Flying out of his office, he didn't turn back. The cool air and the sight of the beautiful clouds calmed his mind.
He flew around for a while, answering calls from his agency with one lines.
This is the only part of his life that he loved. He had thought of escaping a million times before but the fear of what they would do always prevented any hasty decisions. But as he looked around at the peacefulness of the skies, he was hit with that longing.
Just leaving everything behind.
A specific ringtone coming from his work phone reminded him that he just rejected a "special" client, the ones with money to spend. He psyched himself up, the calming atmosphere doing wonders.
He connected his headphones and was immediately assaulted by the dulcet tones of the chairman. "Hawks, your sidekick registered a complaint from a valuable client. Explain. "
Hawks took a deep breath and recited the prepared lie. " I was busy with the WHA case today, probing a potential suspect. I didn't think her case was serious enough to warrant my attention. "
"Every client's case is serious"
" My sidekick found the jewellery hidden in her house!!!"
" She still asked for you, you refused and you acted rudely. Your mistake will cost your rank. Your mistake will tarnish our image. You must do everything your client asks of you."
" BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE ME. WHY IS…"
" Enough. You are coming to meet your handlers now. "
The call ended and hawks was left to stare at nothing. His hands were already shaking. The clouds swirled around him, the calming presence they had seconds ago disappearing and evolving into a suffocating pressure.
The phantom pain from his last visit almost made him lose his altitude. All his self instincts screamed at him to run, anywhere far from here.
Far from the pain pills and the hospitals, the glowy hands of his doctor brought even more pain.
His feathers were still like they knew what was going to happen to them when the handlers got a hold of him.
The memories threaten to overwhelm him, the emotions that he keeps locked up bubbling in intensity.
Panting, he fisted his hands onto his hair, pulling at them and screamed into the white sky.
He screamed till his throat felt raw.
Which was a bad idea, they were not going to give him anything.
He descended slowly, trying to keep any distance from his fate. A tiny hope fluttered in his mind. He was assigned an important mission, maybe they would be lenient this time.
That hope evaporated the moment his feet touched the carpet in the handlers room. The big burly one with whips for hands was standing right in front of him.
His other handlers standing around him, sadistic smiles already fixed for his humiliating experience.
Keigo took off his coat, closed his eyes and kneeled, metal clamping on his wings, spreading them, exposing his back, the base of his feathers. He clutched at his trousers, one hand holding him up as he braced for the first hit.
It always managed to send him crashing to the floor, face first. He's working tomorrow, he can't afford to show fatigue, he can't afford a leave and he can't afford visible marks on his visage.
It only leads to more pain.
The whips guy raised his arm, even incapacitated his feathers were picking up every sound.
He took a deep breath, just as he heard the swish of the whip coming down.
As black dots erupted behind his eyes, his mind supplied him with the image of dabi comforting shoto.
He couldn't help but wonder how that would feel, as the sound of the whips cracking filled the air.
The last three hits made him scream.
He licked his lips as the scream echoed around the room.
The sight of the heaving, crying hero with those delicious marks on his back.
It's beautiful.
So beautiful.
He's getting excited. He took a step forward but a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned towards the leader who was grimly witnessing the scene before him. The guy had no taste.
Leader held up a hand and he floundered in a panic. He can't stop this now.
" Enough."
The whips stopped and with another flick of the leader’s hand handlers came into the room and carried the hero away, wings being dragged behind him. The whip didn't even draw blood.
" Why did you stop it, that wasn't enough." He seethed, turning on the leader.
He gave him a stern look. " We have to avoid suspicion. The WHA is on …."
" The WHA are pussies. All we have to do is kill some of those creature quirks and they will lay off us. "
" We are not murdering people."
" They're not humans. This is just wasting our time. Why are we not using their weakness against them? "
" This situation has to be resolved without bloodshed. And if you have a problem with that hebi kun, then resign. "
Leader motioned to the exit, an open invitation for him to leave. He gritted his teeth and resolved to keep his opinions to himself.
For now.
He watched as the Leader called one of their recruits with a healing quirk, asking them to be with hawks and heal him. He narrowed his eyes at the back of the leader's head.
He's too kind to these brats.
They need someone brave enough to take risks.
He smiled and followed him.
Hawks woke up to see his doctor staring at him, surrounded by a fuzzy visual. He groaned, and turned around in the bed, only to hiss and jump up as his back came in contact with the bedsheet.
He slowly rotated his shoulder and stretched his back, experimentally, wondering if his handlers gave his doctor permission to completely heal him.
His protesting muscles told him the opposite.
" You still have bruises, so don't do something strenuous with your wings. And don't worry there were no lacerations. " his doctor said, putting their instruments back in their bag.
Hawks blinked and his vision cleared. He looked around and recognised his apartment. The bedroom was bright, the windows all opened and the faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air. " H-how long ?" His throat pained him, voice dry and rough.
" It's morning now, you slept 14 hours, I was preparing to wake you up." The doctor handed him a glass of water and some pills. Hawks took them and stared at the walls of his room. It was bare but it was comforting.
He turned to his Doctor, the person that he shared a room with, back in his trainee days.
They were only hawks and doctors to each other, the hpsc prohibiting any exchange of information.
Still, hawks can confidently say that the day they appointed them to be his doctor was the best in his hpsc career.
" So they didn't use much force this time, did they?" Doctors' hands stilled, they turned around to face him. Their eyes shifted around, never holding eye contact, fingers fidgeting around an instrument they took with them, too afraid to get close.
" No, but I would not take comfort in that. The more they hold back, the more vehemently they strike ." They said, the wrinkles around their eyes tightening.
They and hawks are the same age but somehow they looked older.
More worn out.
The evidence clearly seen on a face that resembles Yoshi from the Mario game.
Hawks wondered what exactly had they treated, what type of wounds were they forced to cover?.
He didn't know if he wanted the information, considering they had to treat his flagellation wounds ever since they were kids.
" I will be going now," they said, holding their medical bag. Hawks nobbed and thanked them.
They walked away, fists deep in their pockets. Hawks sighed and gently stood up, putting as little pressure on his back as possible.
" Hawks " he turned to the door, where the Doctor was standing, holding on to the doorknob. They inclined their head, eyes and chin pointing to the table and then left abruptly.
Hawks blinked then slowly went to the table, and picked up books and papers, searching for whatever the doctor hid.
He found it among the pens in their holder, a small scrap of paper with a phone number written on it.
He smiled and memorized the numbers, before walking into the kitchen and burning it.
The number must either be the doctors or someone who can help him with the pain in his back. Either way, he's grateful for them, the only friend he had ever made in those authoritarian halls.
The last ping shattered the quiet in the room. Atsuhiro lifted his head from the desk and stared at the newly created red dot in the screen, mingling with the others.
He moved the cursor above the dot, writing down the name, address and the assigned clone number on the screen. He pulled the tablet towards him, cursing the other agents that left him alone to deal with their work
Checking the corresponding number, he reached towards the control board and flicked the switch. Listening to the conversation taking place between the hero and the clone of the stripper through his headphones.
Atsuhiro felt his lips quirking up as the hero blatantly tried to sell drugs, using honey-sweetened words, oblivious to his surroundings.
Fucking cunt.
He checked the tablet again, finding the name among the list of suspicious heroes. He whistled as he saw his superior's name, Yoroi Musha, Number 9 on the charts.
Kid's got spunk, going under the nose of an experienced hero.
His lips pulling up into a Cheshire smile, he catalogued the hero's name into the growing list of heroes working with drug cartels and paged the nearest police station.
Izuku stared at the news on his screen. His eyes speed reading the article about the arrest of a hero.
"The arrested hero had been working as the number nine’s sidekick ever since he graduated from Isamu Academy High school. Colleagues have described him as a hardworking and loyal hero with several good deeds to his name.
“ There’s no way he would do drugs. There’s no reason too.” One of his fellow sidekicks told the Hero Daily.
Yoroi Musha’s agency has yet to give a statement.”
The more popular articles were leaning towards a pro-stain view. Stating that a hero to be found in a shady place with a stripper was disrespectful to his profession.
Izuku frowned as he reached the end of another article, it stated that no matter what the hero's brand and Yoroi Musha name in connection, will get hit.
And the hero, if he returns, will probably be a sidekick forever.
Izuku couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. He couldn't imagine how it would feel to have their career ruined by a villain's action.
Izuku tightened his hold on his phone as he thought about the hero, his parents and friends who must be sad and hurt and all because a villain targeted him.
He also couldn’t believe how stupid the hero was. Kacchan would probably say that he was a loser.
But Izuku knows that it was the villain’s fault. He sighed, maybe the hero's time was up.
Not everyone was All Might and he's a sidekick nonetheless, maybe he wasn't that experienced.
Still...
" Midoriya " he jumped slightly at the call then sighed in relief as Todoroki Kun rounded the coach and stood near him.
He smiled and stood up, hefting his day bag onto his shoulders and joining Todoroki. Todoroki Kun inclined his head, " Shall we?".
" Yes, let's go." As they walked out the door, Izuku got a glimpse of auburn hair but when he looked in that direction, it was gone.
He frowned, why was uraraka san hiding?
" Is everything all right ?" Todoroki Kun asked. Izuku looked up at his frowning unblinking face and his lips turned up in a naturally reassuring smile.
" Yeah I am fine, but I think I saw Uraraka San just now. I don't know but I think she's hiding. "
Todoroki Kun made a hmm sound then turned towards him with a tiny smirk. " She might think we are on a date. "
" Eh?” Izuku squealed, his face burning. He brought his arms up to hide his face.
" That-t-'s n-not we are not dating." Izuku stuttered.
" I assure you, I already know that Midoriya." Todoroki kun said lips pinched in amusement.
Izuku glared at him, " You know what I mean.” He groaned “This is why I wanted Kachhan to come with us, but he left already."
" You don't like to be seen with me." Todoroki Kun said it like a fact with a hint of sadness.
Izuku's heart dropped and he floundered on his words, " That's not what I meant. It's just that Ashido and the others can be gossips and I don't want them to speculate and make unnecessary rumours which could hurt in the long run and I don't want that to hurt your feelings or I d-d-don't want you to know...".
Izuku trailed off before he could say something potentially dangerous. A quiet huff made him look up.
Todoroki Kun was smiling, only a little uptick to the side of his lips, but it was still there.
And those mesmerizing blue-grey eyes looked amused, if Izuku was a poet he would have described them as laughing.
Oh.
Izuku narrowed his eyes and huffed. "You're an asshole, Todoroki."
" Good to see that you appreciate my talent."
Izuku smiled, " Really, you call being an asshole a talent."
Todoroki Kun deadpanned, " Of course. You should spend time with my aniki, he's the expert."
Izuku furrowed his brow, " Touya nii? ". He taught about how yesterday Todoroki Kun's brother had made everyone call him Touya nii.
( Apparently, the threat of " no sweets " was still applicable to 15-year-olds, especially if the candy was American sweets no one in his class had seen. )
Izuku stared with disbelief as Todoroki Kun nobbed.
From what he saw he’s a little mischievous but Touya nii was such a sweet guy.
Todoroki Kun scoffed when he told him that. " That's because you only saw that side of him. He can be a bigger asshole than bakugou."
" I HEARD THAT ICY HOT. YOU WANNA FIGHT?"
They both sighed at the loud scream. Kachhan was standing by the gate, holding his bag and fuming.
" Were you waiting for us, Kacchan?".
" OF COURSE NOT SHITTY DEKU, I REACHED HERE FIRST SO I WIN. I WANTED TO SHOW YOU THAT I AM BETTER THAN YOU."
Todoroki Kun rolled his eyes, " You could have waited without being petty, you know?".
Izuku agreed with him.
" HUH, YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME ICY-HOT."
Izuku sighed and looked at his phone. They need to go now or they'll miss the bus.
" Come on, you guys. We need to go."
" Okay."
" DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO." They walked the rest of the way, Kachhan grumbling in front of them.
" Did you see the news ?"
" I DON'T DO SMALL TALK. "
" I wasn't talking to you."
" HUH?"
Izuku ignored him, " the drug case? I saw it. It's kind of sad, you know. "
Todoroki Kun frowned " Why sad ?"
" HE WAS A LOSER AND AN EXTRA, WHY DO YOU CARE, DEKU? "
" I thought you don't do small talk."
" SHUT UP".
Kachhan grumbled and walked faster.
Izuku stared straight ahead " It's just that his dream is gone now, you know he must have worked hard."
" A crime is a crime, no matter who."
Izuku looked down with guilt. Because he can't refute that, nor argue. Not with Todoroki Kun.
Instead, he changed the subject. He looked at Todoroki Kun, " Do you know why we are going to your house today ?."
Todoroki Kun raised a white eyebrow but did not comment on his obvious change of subject. " From what I gathered the top three from each year of the two top schools are needed for some kind of ceremony. And the house is big so Makoto sensei taught it’s a good place for rehearsals or something. "
" And we are the top three ?"
" I don't know why you are surprised, Midoriya, you are an excellent student."
Izuku felt his cheeks burning, he thought he was becoming used to all these compliments but it doesn't work with Todoroki.
" Yeah, but there's like a week for the concert. And if it was an exhibition fight, there's no need for us to prepare. So since we are taking a week to prepare, it could be something else?."
When he looked up after his explanation, Todoroki Kun looked troubled.
Izuku felt a rising trepidation in his stomach.
" What? " he prodded.
" Natsu saw the program and then he was teasing me yesterday. Something about bouquets and dances. " Todoroki looked down at him with wide eyes, imploring him to understand.
Izuku gulped just as the bus from Shiketsu reached them.
He saw Mirio senpai waving at him and a bald head was hanging out of a window, saying something to Kachhan.
He exchanged a look with Todoroki Kun then ran as Kachhan exploded.
" BALDY!!, DIE!."