A picture of Kyoka and Kasha is on my tumblr: xxkamuisenketsuxx
I don't own MHA.
Kasha arrived home after her day out with her two friends, Denki and Ochako. Aunt Ryuko and Kaji were long gone, but she sent a text to her aunt to let her know that she made it home safely.
After showering, the teen put on some light blue sweats to sleep in and made herself a simple onigiri and miso soup dinner. Hair free and fanned out around her pale form, Kasha was lounging in bed when her phone buzzed.
New Message From Jiro: Yūrei, sup
"Jiro huh?" Kasha mused aloud. "I wonder what's up?"
New Message From You: Hey Jiro
Jiro: So Dumminari posted a video of you and Ochako on Line today.
Kasha blinked at the message, a little thrown off that Jiro apparently kept in contact with Denki outside of class, even though she seemed to get a kick out of teasing him. Though, Kasha couldn't fault her for that. Denki was a fun guy to pick fun at.
You: Yeah. The three of us went to the arcade. It was fun.
Jiro: It definitely looked like it was fun. I didn't know you were so carefree.
You: I dunno about carefree, but I know how to laugh if that's what you mean.
Jiro: Lol. I like how blunt you are. Not many people are like that. So far in our class only you and Asui are my kind of straightforward.
You: I'll take that as a compliment.
Jiro: Good, that's how I meant it.
Jiro: Can I ask you something?
You: Sure
Jiro: This is kinda embarrassing bcuz we don't even kno each other but I wanted to know if you'd come with me somewhere on Sunday.
Kasha's eyes went a little wide. She certainly hadn't been expecting that. Sure it was Jiro who had asked for her number in the first place, and one would assume that meant she wanted to become friends... but the silver eyed teen honestly hadn't been expecting to be asked to spend time with the other girl so soon. If at all.
She'd just come to terms with how much she liked Ochako and Denki, and admitted that she liked Camie as well. Here she was starting yet another connection to someone.
You: Why's that embarrassing?
Jiro: Hey, if you don't think it's weird and out of the blue that's better for me tbh. But 4real I don't really know anyone in our class except for Yaoyorozu, since we kinda clicked after USJ, but I'd feel weird asking her.
You: Well if she's your friend maybe you should.
Jiro: I will, some other time to do something else. But what I want to do tomorrow is… I dunno. I just thought about you coming with me for some reason.
Honestly Kasha was flattered. She'd made such an impression that Jiro felt comfortable asking her to hang with her instead of the first person she clicked with.
You: Well, what did you have in mind?
Jiro: There's this new music store downtown and I really want to check it out, but I don't really wanna go by myself tbh. Can you come with me?
You: Sure. I didn't know you were into music.
Jiro: Well don't go telling everyone, but yeah. There's a lot we don't know about each other. You down to figure each other out?
Kasha had a lot of secrets she had no intention of ever speaking aloud. Least of all to her classmates and new friends, but even still. She answered.
You: I'm down.
Jiro: Wicked. Meet me here at 11 am sharp.
You: Heard.
After spending her Saturday at the Dojo getting back into the grove of things, Kasha was more than ready to hang out with Jiro on Sunday morning.
The teen stretched, made a light breakfast, did a workout routine and got dressed.
She was clothed in light wash high waisted ripped skinny jeans, a tight long sleeved white turtleneck with thin blue and red stripes, and brown ankle boots. She covered the lower half of her face with a dark gray disease mask with a red heart on the front, and she left her hair free for once, wanting to go for a more mature look. Jiro seemed like a really cool type, and Kasha didn't want to look like a bum next to her if they were going to hang. Her hair fell to shield the right side of her face thickly and she idly thought about getting a haircut.
Just in case she pulled a few hair ties around her wrist. After the teen grabbed her keys and a simple messenger bag to put a sweater in, she left her apartment to head to the location Jiro sent the night before.
It was another relatively nice day, blue cloudless skies and a gentle overhanging sun. The hustle and bustle of Musutafu's afternoon streets was almost tranquil, and Kasha made her way down the street calmly, hands slipped into her back pockets as she went. She was so caught up in the normality of it all she didn't even notice she strolled right passed her destination.
"I'm guessing you changed your mind about hanging out then?"
Kasha blinked, a little startled by the amused drawl called from behind her. She turned to find a smirking Jiro leaning against the side of what looked to be a coffee shop. The silver eyed teen was a little taken aback by Jiro's sense of style but it was nice. It suited the smaller girl.
Jiro wore an ash colored bodysuit under a white silk collared shirt that fell above her knees, held together by a purple belt. There was also a choker around her neck, attached to a gold chain that led to a gold strap of leather that centered her chest. The strap had a gold ring at its beginning and its end, a black strap extending on either side to presumably run beneath her armpits and below her bust to attach at the back. The sleeves of her shirt were cuffed at the elbow, showing off her bracelets. The look was completed by a pair of thick shin high black boots with gray soles.
"No." Kasha said, shrugging. "Just a little off in the clouds."
"Oh?" Jiro cocked a brow at her. "I guess everyone's full of surprises. You seem like a really focused and intense type."
"I have layers." Kasha quipped.
"Clearly." Jiro snorted, smiling a little. "Come on, let's head inside before I tell you what I've got in mind today."
"Mm." Kasha grunted, following the shorter girl into the coffee shop.
The interior was very "indie", with red velvet seating booths, band posters everywhere, and a rack for miscellaneously logoed cups for patrons to buy. A hard rock song ironically played softly from hidden speakers above. A short, shaggy haired guy with a face full of piercings and thick black eyeliner stood at the only register in the store, staring boredly at the two girls who walked up.
"Sup, welcome back Jiro." He greeted, his glum tone causing Kasha to raise an eyebrow slightly.
"Yo Teddy, how's it hangin'?" Jiro returned, reaching into her shirt to pull out a small leather wallet.
"As good as I can be on the clock."
All three of them snorted. Teddy looked at Kasha, drab gaze shifting to amusement as the side of his thin lips hitched up slightly.
"I knew you weren't a mouth breather." He said. "Jiro isn't the kinda girl that hangs out with preppys, even if you look super mainstream in that outfit."
"Whoa Teddy, maybe dial down on the jackass meter?" Jiro asked, giving him a bland look.
"No it's fine." Kasha placated. "I don't care."
"Oh? Pretty girl's got fangs huh?" Teddy mocked, giving her a wicked grin.
"And fists too if you don't want yours." She deadpanned.
"I like her." Teddy snickered, looking back to Jiro, who just rolled her eyes. "So, what'll it be for Jiro and my new favorite person?"
"I'm buying." Jiro declared as Kasha huffed in amusement. Then she answered with, "I want an iced mocha with extra whip."
"Mm." Kasha grunted, not wanting to argue about who was paying. She'd just get their lunch for them later. "I want a white mocha. Hot, no whip."
"Done, and done." Teddy muttered, tapping away at the touch screen on his register. "That'll be…"
Kasha tuned out the total in favor of sweeping her eyes across the decor some more. The place was relatively empty, but there were a few young adults on their laptops sipping from sturdy mugs scattered about.
"Bring her back here again yeah?" Teddy jeered, Kasha tuning back in after Jiro took hold of her elbow and started guiding her away.
"Get bent Ted." Jiro scoffed.
"Hugs and kisses to you both." He sneered.
Kasha rolled her eyes and allowed Jiro to lead her to a booth tucked in the back corner of the store to wait for their drinks. Kasha sat with her back to the wall and Jiro with her own to the door.
"So," The purple haired girl began, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.
"So?" Kasha echoed.
"Ugh. I'm no good at this." Jiro groaned, slumping back against her velvet set. She trained a serious look at Kasha, filling the taller girl with a slight form of apprehension. "I'm gonna be blunt here, Yūrei. I want to know more about you."
Kasha blinked slowly.
'Okay… definitely not what I was expecting but kinda what I was expecting? Isn't that why people start hanging out? Because they want to learn more about each other and be friends?' She thought. 'And she did say something like that last night when we were texting…'
Before Kasha could answer, the barista (that was thankfully a different person than Teddy) called out their order. Jiro gave the white haired teen a pointed look.
"We can talk more at the music store."
Kasha hummed quietly in agreement. The two girls grabbed their drinks and headed for the door.
"Bye cool kids!" Teddy called. "Come again Jiro, Cupcake."
"Eat your heart out." Kasha snorted.
Teddy clutched dramatically at his chest and exclaimed in false pain. Jiro and Kasha shared an eye roll as the door swung shut behind them. They sipped at their drinks of choice as the purple haired teen lead them to the original reason for them meeting up. The music store.
It was a nice place, spacious, clean, and it had selections of music on every single wall and at every corner. A long table bisected the store strategically covered in knick knacks like band merch, figurines, and shirt pins.
"Yo! Welcome newcomers." The clerk greeted. "Lemme know if you need help finding anything."
"Hey." Jiro nodded cordially. "And thanks, we will."
Kasha lifted a hand silently in greeting. For a while the girls just sipped their coffee, (which was surprisingly good) and Kasha sort of followed Jiro around while she browsed.
"You know you don't have to follow me the whole time." Jiro finally said wryly, looking up at the taller girl with a small smirk.
Kasha's hidden cheeks warmed a little, but not enough for anyone else to notice. With a small huff the taller girl offered a half hearted shrug. She was far from within her element.
"Lemme guess, you don't know anything about music." Jiro asked, hitting the nail on the head.
"Nope." Kasha admitted, feeling her ears warm as well. Maybe she should've said that before agreeing to go to a damn music store to hang out, but Jiro had specifically asked her to do it. What was she supposed to say? No? Kasha wasn't that much of a douche, no matter how much she liked to tell herself it would be easier to not really care.
"Do you even have a favorite song?" Jiro asked, chuckling a little.
Kasha's eyes slid away.
"Oh my gosh." Jiro outright laughed. "Yeah, okay. This is officially an intervention. I'm sending you bands to check out as homework and I want a full report tomorrow about what you've learned."
"Tomorrow we have to go back to school." Kasha said.
"So?" Jiro scoffed. "What, are we not going to be cool anymore on a school day? You only chill with people knowing you dig Kaminari and Uraraka?"
"What?" Kasha blinked.
"Exactly." Jiro said, grinning a little. "So we can talk about the bands on Monday. That'll give you plenty of time after we split up today to at least check out some of the bands."
"Uh… okay?"
"Wow." Jiro said, looking at her, and Kasha shifted ever so slightly on her feet. She got the distinct feeling that at that very moment the shorter girl was looking through her, right at the actual her, and not what she appeared to be at first glance.
That tiny hint of apprehension returned.
"You know, I know I've said it before but you're not really what I expected." Jiro said, tilting her head a little, as if trying to see Kasha more from a new angle. "I don't know what I was expecting, but… yeah. Wow."
"I don't know what to say to that." Kasha admitted. "But I'm sure I'm not the only person who isn't what they seem at first glance."
"Yeah, I know." Jiro allowed, taking a long sip from her straw as her dark eyes disassembled Kasha.
'What's she getting at?' Kasha wondered. 'This is like the fourth time she's mentioned that I'm "different" than she thought. Even the first time we talked… it was like she was expecting me to be cold through and through or something.'
It wasn't the first time someone made such an assumption and Kasha seriously doubted it would be the last, but why did Jiro keep bringing it up? It was like she was trying to hint at something. Like she wanted Kasha to just flat out ask what that something was.
"You know, my dad's a rockstar." Jiro blurted.
Kasha's silver eyes went a little wide because… what? What did that have to do with anything? What was going on? But before she could voice these questions Jiro continued talking, as if someone poked a vein and everything it held came spilling out in an uncontrollable flood.
"His name's Kyotoku Jiro, and a lot of people know that." She said, eyes sweeping low before they sprang up and locked Kasha's in place again. "I've had a lot of ass kissers try and use me before because of that, can honestly say I can't remember the last time I had a real friend, or even wanted one because... do real friends even exist? But, whatever. I like music too, and I'm told I'm good at it but letting people see that, see what goes on inside my head is hard. I've never let anyone hear me play anything. And I've never let myself sing in front of an audience, because that'd be putting myself out there in a way that's just too personal."
"Jiro…?" Kasha trailed off. She didn't understand, why was Jiro telling her such things? It looked like she'd been psyching herself up to say the things that she was for quite some time. But of all people, why did she decide that Kasha was the one that should be hearing them?
"I've got secrets that I'm not exactly racing to tell anyone else." Jiro muttered, as if Kasha hadn't even spoken. The shorter girl sighed, and her shoulders slumped a little. "I'm sure our classmates do too. Everyone's got demons Yūrei, some just worse than others."
Kasha felt a shiver skitter down her spine.
But her mind hyper focused on that last declaration. At the way Jiro seemed completely out of her element, but refused to tear her eyes away from the taller teen's. When Kasha thought about it, Jiro obviously didn't really want to tell her the things that she had, but for some reason… she did it anyway.
Kasha's eyes turned glacial as she took a step towards Jiro, asking deliberately, "What do you know?"
Jiro swallowed as the pale teen loomed ominously over her.
"I… I was there." She finally choked, trembling ever so slightly. "On the first day we had hero training… in the locker room. You and Uraraka were talking. She saw your scars. I saw your scars."
Kasha's eyes unfocused, remembering.
Kasha was shimmying into her costume, and had it around her hips when she froze, hearing a soft intake of startled breath. The silver eyed teen remained frozen and stiff as she listened to the sound of light footsteps behind her, approaching. Not soon after, Kasha got the sense that someone was right there behind her, she felt the warmth of a near presence.
'Who…?'
She didn't say anything, just stood there with her back to the person, and her suit halfway on, her scars bare to the bright lighting of the locker room.
Kasha knew that who stood behind her was staring. Staring at the four, long silvery pink slash marks running across the length of her otherwise smooth back.
Kasha flinched, feeling a warm smooth palm laying flat against one of her scars. The pads of the person's fingers were velvety, like that of a cat.
Kasha scowled, taking a step away from Jiro.
"You…" Jiro's voice cracked and she cleared her throat before starting anew. "You guys didn't notice I was right around the corner. I looked around just to see what was going on and got an eye full. I never said anything because it wasn't any of my business but… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since that day."
"Is that what this is about?" Kasha asked dangerously, accusingly. "Asking for my number, wanting to "hang out", buying me coffee? You just wanted to ask me about my goddamn scars?"
"I wanted to talk to you right away after I knew, but what was I supposed to do?" Jiro asked desperately, defending herself. "Just walk up to you all like "hey, I eavesdropped on you and your friend and I've been watching you since that day deciding what I should do to confront you about what I saw"? Yeah right."
"Screw you." Kasha scoffed, shaking her head. She couldn't freaking believe it. How stupid was she? What was she doing? Making friends? What a joke. Not giving a damn, she set her coffee down onto the long table beside them and made her way toward the door.
"Yūrei!" Jiro called. "Dammit… wait!"
Kasha did not wait. She would not wait. She'd been played. Jiro had acted like she wanted to get to know her, that she was actually interested in being friends when she really just had some morbid curiosity about what had flayed Kasha's back.
The white haired teen was purposefully making her way down the street when someone caught her wrist, halting her progress.
"I said wait!" Jiro snapped, whirling the taller girl around. Kasha snatched her wrist free, coldly regarding the dark eyed teen. Jiro faltered momentarily at her severe gaze, but then she shook her head, seeming to find some resolve. "Okay, so I didn't go about this right. I get it. It's also none of my business who or what did that to you, but I put myself out there. I told you about my music, my dad. I never tell anybody about that."
"I didn't ask you to do that." Kasha intoned. "That was just your attempt at getting me to open up."
"Well yeah— WAIT!"
"What do you want from me?" Kasha huffed, pausing in her departure once more as she wrangled in her temper. She often came off as cold but there was a raging inferno inside of her and she spent a long time trying to cage it.
"I want us to be cool." Jiro said helplessly. "Okay? I'm sorry for listening to your conversation, I swear I didn't mean to, but it happened. It happened, and I'm sorry if it seemed like I was just trying to get close to you to be nosy or something. It wasn't… it wasn't like that."
Kasha studied the shorter girl long and hard. But she could see honest remorse in her, in the set of her shoulders, and the furrow between her dark brows. Kasha waited a few more seconds, and then she dragged in a deep breath, blowing it as calmly as she could back out.
She was still upset. Someone else knew about her scars, even if it wasn't all of them and they didn't know where they came from. Jiro may back off now, as Ochako had… but simply knowing of their existence made people ask questions. It was only a matter of time. And Kasha wasn't looking to dish out any answers.
"Fine." Kasha grunted, running a stressed hand through her bangs. "Okay. So you know, but that doesn't mean you can ask me about them. It doesn't matter if you tell me every dark secret you have, I don't owe you, or anyone an explanation."
"I know." Jiro said, maintaining eye contact. "It was really a dick move for me to dump all my baggage onto you so you'd tell me. My bad."
'Eloquent.' Kasha thought uncharitably. But outwardly huffed a little and crossed her arms, deciding not to give Jiro anymore of a hard time for it. She knew pretty damn well what it was to make an ass of one's self. She made a habit of it no matter how much it annoyed and ashamed her to admit. That didn't mean Kasha was immediately going to trust her fully, but she wasn't going to treat her bad for making a fixable mistake either.
"So…?" Jiro prompted carefully, offering a sort of wobbly little smile. "We cool?"
Kasha huffed through her nostrils again but nodded slowly. Grumbling, "Yeah. We're cool. Just don't bring it up again. I don't want to talk about it."
"Got it." Jiro agreed immediately.
After the two teens stared at each other for a long few moments Jiro asked, "So… does this mean I'm still allowed to text you those bands later?"
Kasha snorted.
Going back to school was not something Kasha was super excited about, but she knew she'd had a nice break along with her classmates after the ambush on USJ.
In a clean and pressed U.A uniform, black tights, a black mask, and shin high steel toed boots Kasha walked into her classroom bright and early on Monday morning. It was mostly empty with only Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki present so far.
"Ah, good morning Yūrei-san!" The class president greeted.
"Morning." Kasha grunted, sliding into her seat. Aizawa-sensei had cracked down on assigned seating after the first day, so Kasha now sat in the fourth row in the very first seat by the window. Yaoyorozu was in the same row but in the very back. Todoroki sat to her right. Iida sat in the second to last seat in the first row across the classroom from the silver eyed teen.
"Usually you cut it rather close getting here on time." Iida went on, apparently not finished with his greeting. "I'm surprised to see you so soon."
"Y'know," Kasha began wryly. "You have a way of saying things that would make people annoyed by you."
"Oh my." Yaoyorozu murmured, delicate hand coming up to cover her mouth.
Todoroki's odd eyes flitted to the white haired girl in surprise momentarily before he looked away, pretending to be uninterested. Iida's head jerked back slightly, as if Kasha had struck him, but she didn't feel particularly guilty. What she said had been what she felt, and she'd never been one to mince words when she bothered to use them. She said what she deemed was necessary. At least in a moderately serious setting, like currently.
"I seem to have offended you Yūrei-san." Iida said after regaining his bearings, standing up from his seat and bowing at a ninety degree angle. "I apologize!"
"No," Kasha said easily, inclining her head slightly when the bespectacled boy looked up in confusion. "Not offended. Just making an observation. But you know, maybe you should try to be less thoughtless? There's nothing wrong with being blunt, but there's a thin line between that and being rude."
Iida stood up completely, his dark blue eyes going wide in surprise as he studied the bun haired girl. He seemed to have just experienced an epiphany.
"I believe that's the most you've ever spoken to me, Yūrei-san." Iida said, moving closer to her desk. "Though I must say your words have merit. Even if you weren't offended I do sincerely apologize for speaking to you the way I just did. You're quite right in your assessment, I must endeavor to be more mindful toward my peers."
"Mm." Kasha hummed.
"Um. Excuse me, Yūrei-san?"
Kasha turned around in her seat to meet the curious black eyes of Momo Yaoyorozu.
"Pardon me," The beauty smiled a little. "Good morning. I just wanted to say that you handled that really gracefully just now. We haven't gotten to speak much since becoming classmates, but I'm glad to see you're actually really approachable."
"Mm, I see." Kasha blinked. "You thought I was cold and rude up until now, didn't you."
Yaoyorozu's cheeks flushed bright red and she shook her head while Iida's mouth fell open on the side lines.
"Oh my goodness no I—" Yaoyorozu stuttered a little, cutting herself off before continuing with, "I'm sorry if I came off that way. I just thought you were a more reserved type is all. Though you seem to have warmed up to Kaminari-san I just haven't seen you interact much on more friendly terms with our peers."
"That's because I'm not here to make friends." Kasha stated truthfully.
Todoroki's eyes sliced into her at this.
"Yūrei-san?" Iida asked, uncertain.
"I'm not going to be rude, but I'm here because I have a goal." Kasha explained patiently. She was sure everyone in the hero course was there because of their goal to be a hero—obviously, but many of her classmates were much more outgoing. "However people decide to see me is up to them, it's no skin off my back either way."
"Oh, I see." Yaoyorozu hummed, nodding a little as she smiled. "You're rather pragmatic, aren't you? You're saying you won't go out of your way to make friends but you're fine with being friendly with people."
"Mm." Kasha grunted, not really confirming or denying that interpretation.
"Well, in that case, I'm sure we can get along." Yaoyorozu said. "Hopefully I'm not being too bold to hope we can be friends too, Yūrei-san."
Before Kasha could say anything, the door to the classroom opened and Bakugo slouched in, one hand in his ridiculously baggy uniform pants pocket. Jiro and Asui came in after.
Bakugo took his seat behind Kasha, staring out the window after cradling his chin in his palm. Jiro took her seat next to him.
"Yūrei, good morning." Jiro greeted, smiling.
"Morning." Kasha returned.
The two of them had texted on and off after parting ways, and Jiro had indeed sent over bands she wanted Kasha to check out. Her phone was also full of inappropriate memes sent from Denki as well as a boatload of emojis from Ochako in the groupchat. At first Kasha had been a little short with Jiro after their little disagreement, but after seeing that Jiro really did want to get to know her, no ulterior motives… she decided to give the purple haired girl a real chance. Kasha was damn good at holding grudges but she knew which ones were worth maintaining.
"Good morning everyone, kero." Asui croaked, taking her seat in the first row. It happened to be right in front of Iida's, and he went off to greet her.
"Good morning Asui-san." Yaoyorozu and Iida said.
Kasha waved, and Jiro inclined her head while Bakugo and Todoroki ignored their surroundings.
"Call me Tsuyu, kero."
Silence swelled between the students present and Kasha basked in the peace, only to blink a little in surprise when she felt a poke to her right shoulder from behind. The silver eyed girl turned around to see Jiro's earphone jack reeling back into the violet haired girl. Kasha tilted her head slightly, curious. Jiro smirked.
"Did you check out those bands I recommended to you?" She asked.
"Mm." Kasha nodded. "Mostly Nightmare."
"Well?" Jiro questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I liked them."
"Gotta give me a little more than that." Jiro said blandly, rolling her eyes. "Favorite song?"
"Well…" Kasha shrugged a little, giving it some thought when she noticed Jiro was serious about having a conversation with her. "I really liked Raison D'etre."
The white haired girl noticed immediately when Jiro's dark eyes sparkled with passion. The shorter girl leaned closer in her seat, a genuine smile lifting her lips.
"Yes! I love that one. It's such a wicked song." She said. "The instrumentals are so powerful and intricate but it's the lyrics that really get you right down in your soul. And god, the vocals… just amazing."
Kasha's eyes crinkled a little at the corners. Even if the knowledge was fresh she knew Jiro was really passionate about music, as well as the fact that she was shy about such passion. So to see her just getting into the subject was pretty nice.
"Yeah." Kasha nodded. "I feel the same. The lyrics really resonated with me, and the way the singer communicates his feelings is so clear."
"I know." Jiro nodded, getting more excited. "It's like… like—"
"—you can really feel the sorrow, and how lost the singer is." Kasha finished when Jiro seemed to lose her words.
"Totally." Jiro nodded along. "You can feel he was searching for something,"
"Exactly." Kasha agreed. "And I liked how he eventually came to the conclusion that it was okay to not have all the answers."
"Dude, yes." Jiro said, giving a "rock on" hand sign. "You totally get it."
Kasha smiled a little. Did she? She was just saying what she felt, but it was nice to understand and be understood in return.
"Tch." Bakugo tutted.
"What? Got something to say bomb boy?" Jiro asked, raising a brow at him.
The red eyed blonde scoffed, frowning between Kasha and Jiro both.
"You and Ghostface talk too much." He grunted. "It's just a shitty song. You don't need to orgasm over it like that."
Kasha's fair brows threatened to fly off of her head as Jiro's face burst into bright red flames, an offended scowl twisting her usually laid back features.
"You are way out of line. You probably don't even know what we're talking about, so why are you dissing it?" She huffed. "And do you have to be such an ass? What, got a quota to meet or something?"
"What did you just say to me?" Bakugo asked dangerously. "You looking for a fight Earlobes?"
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jiro shot back, rolling her eyes even as her cheeks remained a faint pink hue. "Too bad for you my brain doesn't operate on the commands, "bite" and "seethe" like you, so you'll have to find someone else to hash it out with."
Bakugo clenched his fists on top of his desk and he looked ready to lunge at the purple haired girl, but Jiro was not going to back down.
"Hey." Kasha decided to intervene, gently poking Bakugo between his angrily furrowed brows. "Chill."
His vermillion gaze cut into her but she had already moved on, poking Jiro between her brows as well.
"It's not a big deal." Kasha deadpanned.
"Just who the hell do you think you're touching so casually Ghostface!?" Bakugo growled.
Kasha blinked at him, unmoved.
"If we were being too loud, you could have just said so." She stated blankly.
The ash blonde's glare faltered as Kasha looked at him, emotionless.
"Yūrei, don't give this asshole any slack." Jiro complained, crossing her arms. "He's way too rude."
"Maybe." Kasha allowed. "But arguing about it is a waste of breath."
Before Bakugo could get offended by the first half of her response the classroom door opened again, interrupting them. Honestly Kasha thought whoever it was couldn't have better timing. The way things were going this morning she'd be mentally exhausted before lunch. Aoyama strolled in, gazing lovingly into a handheld mirror, never looking away from his own smiling reflection as he slid into his seat; the first one in the very first row. He snapped the mirror shut after adjusting his swooped up bangs and slipped it into his blazer pocket.
"Ah, another day for me to bring dazzling light to all who gaze upon my magnifique being!" He exclaimed, turning to his peers to offer a twinkling wink. "Bonjour mes amis!"
"Ugh." Jiro groaned, losing steam and slumping down in her chair.
Bakugo snorted in disgust and turned to begin gazing out the window again.
'Crisis averted.' Kasha thought. 'Nice work twinkle toes.'
The class slowly but gradually filled with the white haired girl's peers. Denki took his seat beside Jiro, and Ashido took her seat beside him.
"Yo Kasha! Good morning sunshine." He beamed.
"Ugh." Kasha groaned, only making him smile brighter at her gloomy disposition. He wasn't a morning person, but he enjoyed teasing Kasha for being even worse than him during mornings.
"Loser." Jiro snickered.
"Tell me about it." Kasha scoffed, sharing a short smirk with the shorter girl.
"Good morning everyone!" Ochako chirped, bouncing into the room and dropping her bag off at her seat.
She waved happily at Kasha before making her way over to Midoriya's seat. Asui got up from her own seat and followed the brunette girl to the curly haired boy.
"Hiya Deku!" Ochako smiled.
"Good morning Uraraka and Asui." Midoriya smiled.
"Call me Tsuyu." She croaked.
Kasha chatted with Jiro a little more to pass the time, and before she knew it, class was soon to be afoot.
"Alright everyone!" Iida boomed, standing up behind his desk. "Homeroom is about to start! Please get in your seats!"
"Well, that's our cue!" Ochako chirped. She gave a quick wave. "I'll talk to you after class Deku-kun!"
"Okay." Midoriya said.
"Bye, kero." Asui waved.
Only a few seconds after everyone had gotten in their seats, the door opened. Every student turned to see their new substitute teacher. Only, it was Aizawa-sensei standing in the doorway covered head-to-toe in bandaging. Kasha couldn't even see his eyes.
"Holy crap…" Jiro muttered.
Kasha couldn't help but agree. What was sensei thinking showing up like that? How was he even standing after being crushed like he had at USJ?
"Morning," Aizawa greeted gruffly, monotone voice muffled slightly by the bandages over his face.
"Excuse me!" Iida exclaimed, hand shooting into the air. "But are you certain you are doing well enough to be attending lessons Aizawa-sensei?"
Kasha watched the teacher as he paused, and it was only for a moment, but that was all she needed to understand why Aizawa was doing what he was instead of resting. U.A wasn't short staffed in any sense of the word, nor underfunded, so they damn well could afford a substitute teacher for a few days.
Shota Aizawa cared about his students.
Sure, he worked Kasha's damn nerves to dust on a good day but he'd shown what he was really like when he fought tooth and nail to protect the class. When he was battered to the point that anyone else would've fallen unconscious, he lifted his head, used his quirk and he protected.
Even if Kasha disagreed with his methods sometimes she without a doubt respected her sensei immensely.
'I think I misjudged him.' She thought, a mixture of guilt and humbling unfurling within her.
"My welfare isn't important." Aizawa dismissed easily. "Though, your own fight is far from over."
Kasha felt herself tense up, and she wasn't the only one it would seem.
'What's he talking about…?'
"What does that mean?" Mineta asked. "Is it the villains? Are they going to attack us again!?"
Aizawa paused for a long moment, and Kasha would bet money that he was inwardly eating up the dread he was stirring within his students. He seemed like the type to have a twisted sense of humor even if he paraded around like a bored, half conscious used rag. His actions on the first day with his "logical ruse" nonsense supported this assumption.
But anyway, only when the anxiety in the classroom was at its peak he announced, "U.A.'s Sports Festival is approaching."
"The Sports Festival?" Kirishima blurted, nearly standing up from his seat. "That's totally ordinary!"
"That's U.A for you." Sero snorted. "Always with the overachieving."
"Should we really be participating in the Sports Festival so soon after the villain attack?" Jiro asked, keeping things on track. "Isn't there a chance that they might attack?"
"Apparently it's necessary." Aizawa replied. "Staff are thinking somewhere along the lines of "showing the world that U.A. has handled and moved on from its crisis at USJ". Or that's what I've been told anyway."
"What about the issue of security?" Yaoyorozu inquired. "Could U.A really have accounted for this on such short notice? The attack was only a few days ago…"
"You should know that there will be five times the police presence when compared to previous years." Their sensei answered. "We are aware of security holes and are taking your safety very seriously."
"Well, that does sound safer…" Ojiro conceded.
"Yeah." Sato agreed, nodding along.
"In any event," Aizawa continued. "Our Sports Festival is one of the greatest opportunities you'll get, all sorts of people and heroes will be watching, opening up opportunities to shape you lot into real pro heroes in due time. It's not an event that can be cancelled over a few villains. Rest assured though, you'll be given a week to prepare for it while the staff do the same."
Aizawa-sensei allowed the students to take in this information, trading looks among one another.
Kasha's mood was rather sobered after such talk, but still. It was nice to hear the school would be more careful from here on out. She turned, meeting eyes with Denki. He looked a little unsure, but also excited.
She couldn't help feeling the same.
Lunch eventually came around, everyone in the class practically buzzing with energy. Kasha listened to some of her classmates shout and yell in anticipation. Currently the white haired girl was organizing her folders atop her desk.
Kirishima and Sero decided they wanted to loiter beside Bakugo's desk, who was seething at their carefree banter as he packed his bag up moodily. Jiro had wandered off towards the back after bidding Kasha goodbye to chat with Yaoyorozu. Denki was trading jokes with Ashido, the both of them still in their seats.
"Everyone's so excited," Midoriya commented.
"Aren't you?" Iida asked, walking over to the greenette's desk, Ochako at his side.
Kasha raised her eyebrows when she noticed something off about her brunette friend.
"Of course we're in high spirits!" Iida exclaimed. "This is our first chance to add our names to the ranks of heroes!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Midoriya agreed, chuckling a little as Iida did a strange little dance in place. It kind of looked like the cha cha.
'What a dork.' Kasha snickered within.
"Guys…" Someone said gravely.
Iida and Midoriya turned to face the voice. Ochako stood wearing the fiercest expression Midoriya and Iida had probably ever seen her make. Kasha was quite honestly amused, even as Midoriya and Iida showed they were feeling somewhat disturbed.
"The Sports Festival…" Ochako rumbled, punching her hand into her palm with a loud smack. "Let's do our best!"
"Uraraka-san..." Midoriya said uneasily, a wobbly smile on his face.
"Dude, what happened to your face?" Kirishima blurted, sweat lining his brow.
"Dude!" Sero hissed, elbowing the muscle head in the side.
"Sorry…" Kirishima muttered.
"Everyone!" Ochako yelled, fist pumping and declaring, "I'm gonna crush this!"
Many cheered in return, some a bit confused and others oblivious or uncaring about the shift in Ochako's demeanor. Personally Kasha had seen such a phenomena happen already, so she was slightly desensitized to it, but that wasn't to say she didn't love seeing other people react to it.
Denki walked over, hands behind his head and fingers laced. He stood in front of Kasha's desk, throwing looks at Ochako periodically.
"Man, she's really fired up huh?" He offered.
"Mm." Kasha hummed in agreement.
Her classmates chattered on around her for one reason or another, and Kasha couldn't help feeling a little pumped herself at the thought of a good competition.
"And you got a little twinkle in your eye there too, miss ice queen." Denki pointed out, a sly smirk lifting his lips. Kasha scoffed, but didn't deny it. Though she knew what she was thinking.
'Finally.' She thought. 'Something to look forward to at this school.'
"Let's head to lunch now, huh guys?" Ashido cheered, throwing a fist into the air.
"Will you be on the menu?" Mineta jeered, only to howl when Jiro's earphone jack poked him violently in the eye, followed by a swift slap across the face from Asui's tongue.
"If one does not learn from their follies, one has no hope to see beyond the darkness." Tokoyami intoned, arms crossed over his chest.
"Eh heh heh, yeah man. Totally. Ditto." Denki laughed, brows furrowed in confusion as he cast glances at Kasha in question. The silver eyed teen shrugged, because she had no idea what the hell that meant either.
"What the!?" Mineta exclaimed, causing everyone to look towards the door in alarm.
There was a crowd of unfamiliar people blocking the door of Class 1-A. But they were obviously students of U.A, so they were from other classes.
"What…?" Midoriya muttered, blinking at the door.
Kasha and Denki made their way over, Ochako and Iida trailing them. The rest of Kasha's peers were rendered mute in surprise. The crowd had curious and even somewhat hostile looking students that put Kasha on edge.
"What are you all doing blocking the doorway?" Iida asked, chopping his arm at them.
"Isn't it obvious?" Bakugo muttered, shoving his way passed his peers. "These extras came to scope out the competition. They wanna see the class that fought villains and lived to tell."
"Bakubro!" Kirishima protested.
"Bakugo, you cannot call people extras just because you don't know their names!" Iida huffed. "It's disrespectful!"
"Fuck if I care." He scoffed.
Before anything else could be said someone shoved their way to the front of the crowd; a lanky boy with a riot of gravity defying purple hair, impressive bags under his indigo eyes, and a shrewd disposition.
"I came to see what the famous class 1-A is like." He drawled, eyes sweeping over them. "I have to say if this is what you're like I'm not impressed."
"H-hey man. We're not all like that." Denki offered shakily, smiling.
Kasha pursed her lips beneath her black mask, watching the strangers watch them.
"Did you guys know, U.A's Sports Festival is a chance for those in the General Course to prove they have what it takes to be in one of your seats?" Purple head asked, tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes deceptively lax. But Kasha could see something severe in that gaze. Something keen and ambitious. "So, I wouldn't get comfortable up there on your high horses."
"That's right!" Someone in the crowd blurted. He had thick white lashes and shark-like teeth. "And its not just other classes, 1-B has a bone to pick with you lot! We're here to declare war!"
"So," Purple head smirked a little. "Keep in mind if we're getting seats in this class, the ones who hold them now will take up the ones in the General Course in exchange."
Kasha could almost feel the apprehension rise within her classmates. Some of them were probably worried about being overtaken by the students in the General Course since they didn't know what would be going on during the festival. It was after all, different every year.
Another smarmy guy stepped forward to make threats and insult Kasha's class but he was swiftly shut down by a head chop from a good natured girl with orange hair in a ponytail.
"Whatever." Bakugo grunted, apparently having had enough because he shoved his way through the crowd, hands in his pockets as he made his down the hall.
"Hey wait!" Iida prostested.
"Literally everyone hates us because of you now man!" Kirishima complained. "Fix this!"
"It doesn't matter what anyone thinks." Bakugo paused, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. "So long as you're on top at the end of it all."
He continued quietly on his way, Kirishima's mouth dropping open as he and the rest of their peers stared after the ash blonde.
"So freaking manly…" The redhead breathed, seeming to be keeping tears at bay.
Kasha cocked a brow at the display, but didn't comment.
"Gah!" Iida threw his hands up. "I can't believe he just…!"
"Iida-kun…" Midoriya murmured, holding up his hands in a flimsy disarming manner.
Kasha turned to look to Denki. Her golden eyed friend blinked, and then offered a shrug.
Yeah.
Kasha thought that summed up things pretty well.
It's my headcanon that whenever Aoyama is being too obnoxious people make the "Excalibur Face".
Fun fact, whenever I type "Kasha smiled" it's autocorrected to "Kasha smirked". I guess I don't say flat out that she smiles that often lol.