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Hizashi sat down at the bar amongst seven of his coworkers, most of them the female teachers from Yuuei who got together to let their hair down. Not all of them were female, but the majority of them were, and those that weren’t were ribbing Hizashi about why he was joining them tonight instead of seeing his new mysterious significant other that he was tight lipped about.
“It’s this brat,” Hizashi sighed. “He keeps... slaughtering me in verbal debates.”
“What do you mean?” Khan asked.
“Like the other day for example, the brat comes walking up in cargo pants. Since when did cargo pants come back into fashion? Okay? Gross. No,” Hizashi complained.
Khan snickered at his antics, taking a sip of his drink.
“And I says to him - ‘What do you keep in those big ugly pockets of yours?’ - because last week he insulted the way I styled my hair and I wanted to get back at him right?” Hizashi continued. “And do you know what this brat says? ‘The same thing you keep in that dumb head of yours: Nothing!’”
Khan nearly spit out his drink.
“Right? Found dead upon arrival," Hizashi said. “No recovering from that.”
“So what are you going to do? It’s Bakugou, right? The one that’s been sassing you?” asked Thirteen.
“What? No,” Hizashi said, confused. “It’s him,” he added, pointing across the room at a dark haired man with some scruff on his face. His hair fell to his shoulders and he was dressed in cargo pants and a black shirt, sipping some brightly colored sweet drink and talking to Midnight and Principal Nezu.
“What the hell I thought you said it was one of the brats,” Khan said as they all peered over at the man who was watching Nezu talk animatedly.
Midnight laughed at something the man said in return.
“He is a brat!” Hizashi complained. “He’s petty as shit!”
“That doesn’t count as a brat! Brats are kids!” Khan said.
“Literal man child he is,” Hizashi replied.
“Well I for one want his number,” Thirteen giggled.
“Hell, I want his number!” Khan said.
There was a round of agreement as the other seven teachers nodded.
“Well go on then,” Hizashi challenged. “Go get it if you think you can. But I’m placing bets right now that I can get his number before any of you. $100 a person. And that goes for the first person to get his number - everyone owes you $100.”
“No - I know that trick. You already know it or have it on your phone, don’t you?” Recovery Girl said.
“Nope,” Hizashi said. “You can call every number in my phone and it won’t be his. And this outfit doesn’t have pockets, so it’s not in there either before you try that route, miss ma’am.”
“Hmph,” Recovery Girl replied.
“Alright, I’m in,” Khan said. The others agreed along with him. One of them would get this man’s number before the night was out and one of them would be $700 richer.
“I’m going first,” Thirteen said. She made her way over to the trio and the group watched her speak to them for a moment, before the black haired man said something and Thirteen seemed to babble quickly, putting her hand behind her head embarrassed by something. She backed away from them and came back over.
“Well?” the chorus of questions flooded Thirteen.
“He, ah, he turned me down,” Thirteen said.
“My turn,” said another woman. She came back with the same results.
“Watch and learn ladies,” Mount Lady said, passing them by and walking up to the black haired man.
“She wasn’t in on this bet, was she?” Hizashi asked Khan who shrugged and gave a noncommittal answer.
Mount Lady used her powers to accentuate her body parts and leaned down in front of the black haired man who looked at her with dead eyes, never breaking eye contact even when he shook his head no.
“Oop,” Hizashi said. “She just sat in his lap even after getting rejected. Let's see how this goes.”
Mount Lady was there for a solid five seconds before she stood and smacked the man across the face and stormed away, fuming. Those at the bar still winced and ooo’d at the sound being able to be heard from across the room over the music.
“My turn,” Khan said, throwing back his drink and adjusting his belt.
“Ask him if he likes older women,” called Recovery Girl.
When Khan reached the man and opened his mouth to ask for his number, the black haired man rolled his eyes, shoved himself out of his seat and got in Khan’s face, saying something they couldn’t hear but that made Khan go white as a sheet. There were lots of hand gestures that did not look friendly, and on top of that he turned Khan around with one swift motion and kicked him in the backside to send him back where he came from. Khan came back to the bar looking a little put out for all that he went through, ordering another drink and falling silent.
“How’d it go?” Recovery Girl asked.
“How do you think? He said his number was ‘five-five-go-fuk-urself’ and then kicked me in the ass,” Khan replied.
“Told you,” Hizashi said, patting Khan on the shoulder. “None of you are going to be able to get his number from him.”
“Then you do it, Mr. Big Shot,” Recovery Girl replied. “You claim you have the power to do so, so do it. I wanna see this.”
Hizashi grinned. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he replied, pulling out his phone.
“You said you didn’t have it already!” Khan spat.
“I don’t,” Hizashi replied, dialing a number on speed dial. He looked in the direction of the black haired man and his companions, and all the other teachers leaned forward and watched as well. Midnight picked up her phone, glanced at it, and held up a finger to the other two and answered. Hizashi had her on speaker so the others could hear.
“Yamada, what’s up?” she asked, poking the finger in one ear so she could hear better with the other.
“Hey Nemuri, can you give me Shouta’s number? I have a bet to win,” Hizashi said.
There was a laugh on the other end that matched Midnight’s laugh from across the room.
“Only if you split it with me,” she replied.
“I’ll give you ten percent,” Hizashi said.
“Fifty,” she replied.
“Twenty,” he countered.
“Fourty,” she counteroffered.
“Thirty five. And I’ll buy you something nice,” Hizashi declared.
“Deal,” she said, giving over the numbers. The group watched as the black haired man - now known as Shouta - snapped his head up at the sound of the numbers being called out, and turned his gaze to where Midnight was looking and found them all staring. A scowl burned across his features like wild fire and they all looked at Hizashi.
“HIZASHI YOU GIVE MY NUMBER OUT AND I END YOUR LIFE!” Shouta called from across the room.
“Thanks Nem!” Hizashi beamed, hanging up the phone.
“That’s not fair!”
“You had an insider!”
“What are you dating Midnight?”
“No I’m dating Shouta,” Hizashi replied.
“Wait what?!”
“We’ve been dating for a month and he still won’t give me his number,” Hizashi said with a shrug. “I told you he’s a brat.”
The teachers at the bar collectively lost their shit as Hizashi pushed away from the counter with a smug grin, typing something into his phone.
Hizashi: Now that I’ve got your number, I’m going to text you good morning every day.
Shouta: Wake me up before 11am and I’m ending this.
Hizashi: Awe you do like me lol you didn’t object
Shouta: Shut up!
