Daydreams Going By
by Ulquiorra9000
Author's note: Hi, and welcome to my newest project. These stories will be based on scene and idea prompts that I made myself, and anything might happen! Some stories will be very short, others a bit longer. And some might be very silly! What might happen? Let's find out.
Chapter 1: Cheater
Ectoplasm's math class was always tough, and Denki and Mina both especially liked to complain. Who needed to know about parabolas or quadratic equations in real life, anyway? Momo and Iida shushed them every time, and Denki and Mina complained louder every time.
But now the big test was coming up, and only brainiacs like Momo and Shoto had any idea what to do!
This isn't good, Kirishima thought as he packed up when class let out. His hands were trembling as he stuffed his notebook into his backpack and tried to zip the stubborn thing closed. He was already super far behind, and those last few quizzes were killing him! He turned to Momo.
"Could you help me study a bit? Please?" Kirishima gave her a wide smile.
Momo made an apologetic smile back. "I'm sorry, but I have to practice for my piano recital. Maybe Iida could help you."
So Kirishima turned to the class rep. No luck there either.
"I am sorry, Eijiro, but I have many commitments," Iida told him. "But surely Katsuki could help you."
So Kirishima reluctantly turned to his fiery classmate. "Hey, we could study together. Knock this thing right out." Kirishima pumped a fist.
"Sorry, I've got crap to do," Bakugo said, trying to zip up his overstuffed backpack. There were a lot of junk food wrappers in there.
"Please?"
"Beat me at arm wrestling first."
"You got it!" Kirishima scooted his desk together to face Bakugo's, and a small crowd gathered to watch as both boys clasped hands and got ready.
Kirishima was giving it all he had when Bakugo looked past Kirishima at the classroom doorway. "Hey, it's that hot girl from class 1-B, and she' checkin' you out," Bakugo said, eyes wide.
"Huh?" Kirishima eagerly looked over his shoulder, just in time for Bakugo to take that chance and crush him.
"Ow!" Kirishima winced and rubbed his mauled arm. "You tricked me, you punk."
Bakugo grinned. "Tough break."
"Do you even know anyone in class 1-B by name?"
"Nope. See ya." Bakugo elbowed him on the head as he walked off.
At home, meanwhile, Kirishima gave it all he had. He looked up to his poster pantheon of manly men, and today he implored Arnold Schwarzenegger for help. Surely, Mr. Universe would know what to do!
By sunup, Kirishima was exhausted and still didn't know how to do quadratic equations. Stupid things! He slouched his way to school.
Mineta, meanwhile, approached him in the hallway with a typical devilish look. "You were bummed out about the math test," he said shadily. "I'm good at math. Pass me 5,000 yen, and I'll get you all the right answers. Easy A, no sweat."
Kirishima's heart lightened. "You'll do that?"
Mineta tried to look cool as he put his hands in his pockets. "For the right price."
"Here!" Kirishima handed over the cash, the last of his allowance, and agreed that Mineta would give him peeks at his paper during the test. Mr. Ectoplasm wouldn't notice; he was too dense to notice.
Here comes the A+!
"I believe I'm almost ready," Momo said excitedly as the students sat down for the test. She looked radiant. "My recital is this weekend. I've put my heart and soul into this." She mimed playing on the keyboards.
Iida nodded. "I'm glad to hear it. Hard work pays off."
"Oh, can I come and hear it?" Mina asked excitedly.
"Of course!" Momo said. "And how about you? Are your dance lessons coming along nicely at the studio?"
"I'm doing great," Mina said warmly. "My instructor said how proud she is of me. Isn't that so sweet?"
"Quiet, please," Ectoplasm said, and he passed out the tests. "I need everyone to focus. Do your best."
The room was soon filled with the sound of scribbling pencils. Kirishima's mechanical pencil hovered over the first problem. Sure enough, it was one of those quadratic functions, those horrible things. He glanced over at Mineta, who gave him a cover thumbs up and showed the answer that he wrote for the first problem. No doubt it was the right answer.
Kirishima looked back at his paper, sweating through his uniform, his hand trembling again. He glanced at Mineta, who was rattling his paper to emphasize the correct answer. As in hurry up and copy this!
Kirishima swallowed hard and glanced at Momo and Mina, and how proud they were of their achievements...
He shook his head at Mineta and worked on the first problem alone, and the next, and the next. Kirishima kept his eyes on his own paper and handed in only his hard-won answers, may they be right or wrong. More than having the right answers, manly men had principle and integrity!
A week later, Kirishima got his test back: a lousy 64 out of 100. He didn't feel bad at all.
Not even if he was down 5,000 yen.