I was in the third group, along with Mineta, Tsuyu, Shouji, and Aoyama. Tsuyu came in first, followed by Shouji, myself, Mineta, then Aoyama.
The last group went and we changed back into our uniforms. As we were walking back to class, I heard Kirishima call out to me. I was faced with a choice. I could wait for him and let him most likely ruin my day, or I could ignore him and have our friends question me.
"Yeah?"
I diced the latter would be much worse.
"Do you think we could talk at lunch?" Kirishima asked once he caught up to me, avoiding my eyes.
I gave a curt nod and sped up so we wouldn't be walking together.
All throughout the rest of our classes I kept thinking about what Kirishima wanted to talk about. It obviously had something to do with the conversation we had about Uraraka at the sports festival.
"You shouldn't hate Uraraka, she's really nice. Maybe she just forgot what she said to you."
I felt an anger bubble inside me at the memory and at the gravity wielding girl. Rationally I knew that she hadn't actually done anything, but I needed to put the blame on someone, so I chose her.
Suddenly, fear replaced my anger as a terrible thought came to mind. What if Kirishima wanted to tell me that he didn't want to be my friend anymore, just because I disliked Uraraka. He was my first friend here, I didn't actually want to lose him. I'd thought that if I'd given him enough time he'd apologise, but would if he didn't What if he cuts me off. If that happens I'll lose everything. He's the one who introduced me to Mina, Kaminari, and Sero. If we weren't friends anymore I couldn't be friends with them either.
I nervously picked at my nail polish and barely paid attention for the remainder of our classes. Come lunch I'd completely over though everything. I'd even made up a scenario that Aizawa would be there with Kirishima and he'd tell me that because I didn't like Uraraka I was expelled. That obviously was not going to happen, but I was so worried that my mind went there.
"Hey, I brought my own lunch today, want to eat outside?" I jumped a little in my seat, I hadn't even heard Kirishima approaching. But there he was,standing with a bright red bento in hand.
I nodded and got up, getting my own bento out of my bag, and followed the red haired boy out of the classroom. We walked in silence, and while I'd usually appreciate that,it was just adding to my nerves.
I chewed my lip as we exited the school and found a spot to eat. It was on the grass under a pair of trees. It was nice, peaceful. The exact opposite of how I was feeling.
I watched as Kirishima dug into his food with gusto, all the while not touching my own. Then, I just couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Please don't stop being my friend!" I blurted out. Not expecting it, Kirishima jumped a little and dropped the rice ball he was eating.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Here, have mine." I apologized, bowing my head and holding out my own lunch. Tears were begging to form in my eyes.
"Uh, no. That's alright. I have another." Kirishima said, showing me his other rice ball.
"And, what do you mean? Why would I stop being your friend?" He asked.
"You don't want to be my friend cause I don't like Uraraka and everyone likes Uraraka cause she's so nice, so you think I'm a bitch!" I wailed, tears flowing freely and my lunch, thankfully still close, fell to the ground as I moved my arms around to make a point.
"Woah what? You are not a, that word Misaki! What are you talking about?" Kirishima exclaimed, grabbing my arms to stop them from moving.
"I didn't ask you here to tell you I didn't want to be friends, I asked you here so I could apologize!"
My eyes widened.
"R-really?" I asked, shiffiling.
"Yeah. But where'd you get the idea that I didn't want to be friends with you?" He asked, sitting back and letting go of my arms.
Blushing, I wiped my eyes and explained how I'd been thinking about what he wanted to talk to me about and that I'd kept going over the worst case scenarios. Hearing this Kirishima burst into laughter, soon after followed by my own.
We finished eating. I pressured Kirishima into having some of my food. Any assurances that he had his own and That he was fine died as soon as Umi's food touched his tongue and he graciously accepted it.
It felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders as we walked back to class. I felt better than I had in weeks. Though I would have liked to discuss Midoriya, we had just made up and I really didn't want another fight. So, I'd keep my new found dislike of the green haired boy to myself.
As we entered the classroom Kaminari waved us over to where he, Mina, Midoriya and Sero were sitting. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.
"Hey where were you guys at lunch?" Kaminari asked, sitting on his hands.
"We ate outside, it was so nice out!" The red head replied. I was grateful he'd kept our little fight to himself. I wasn't sure how the others would have reacted if they knew.
"Oh cool! Midoriya was just telling us that the practical will probably be like the entrance exam. Just fighting robots!" Kaminari said, relief shown clearly on his face.
I shared that relief. Since it was most likely just fighting robots again I'd be able to focus more on my studying for the written exams, since for me that was more of a problem.
"Really? How'd you find out?" Kirishima asked. This I was interested in. Depending on where he heard it, the information could be totally bogus.
"Monma and Kendo Told me." He said,
Monma and Kendo? Who the hell were they?
Lucky for me, Kirishima noticed my confusion.
"Thier from 1B, Monma was the guy with the copy quirk and Kendo's their class rep."
I nodded, remembering the boy from the cavalry battle. While I wouldn't put it past him to lie about the practical, since their class rep said so too it was probably true.
I drifted away from the conversting group and got ready for our next class. I'd need to ask someone for our morning class notes, since I was so distracted by Kirishima I'd barely taken any. As I flipped through my notebook I noticed how stiff Bakugou looked, sitting at his desk. He looked….tense.
He'd been incredibly irritable since our first class, more than usual, and I was pretty sure I knew why.
At that moment I decided I'd approve Bakugou after class. Though as the time passed and the end of the day approved I felt my nerves acting up. But as intimidating as the blonde was, I knew he probably needed to know that someone was on his side, even if he'd never admit it.
So after we were dismissed and everyone packed up their stuff, I steeled my nerves and hurried to catch Bakugou before he left the school since I didn't really want to talk to him in front of our classmates.
"Bakugou!" I called out, making the boy stop and look at me, just a little ways down the hallway.
"You need something Braids?" He growled as I caught up to him.
"Ah, yeah. Sort of." I mumbled, averting my eyes. I was having second thoughts. So, the only logical thing to do was to take a deep breath and jump in.
"Walk with me." I said, grabbing hold of his arm. I started walking, pretty much dragging the other boy by his arm, much to his distaste.
"What the fuck Braids!?" He exclaimed, wrenching his arm out of my grasp. I sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Just. Come on. Please."
He 'Tch'd' but he followed me as I started to walk once more.
I waited till we were outside and relatively alone before I said anything. This wasn't a conversation I wanted people to overhear. But, in the end I chickened out and delayed it further.
"Do you want to get something to eat? There's this really good bakery not too far from here." I said, glancing at the boy beside me.
"No, I don't. Unlike you I actually have stuff to do so-"
"They have a super spicy curry bun, Like, extremely spicy." I said, cutting Bakugou off. I'd noticed that Bakugou seemed to really like spicy food. His lunch, homemade, was always spicy in some way, shape, or form.
And it seemed that the promise of a super spicy curry bun had worked as a sort of brie, seeing as Bakugou haven't yelled at me for interrupting him. In fact, he looked interested.
"How spicy?" He asked, eyes squinted at me.
"So spicy that they my sister, who's not usually able to taste the heat of the spice, said it was spicy." I said, smirking. Because of Toshi's quirk she wasn't really able to taste spicy food unless it was outrageously spicy. In fact the owner of the bakery, Chisaku-san, made the curry buns especially for Toshi. She was friends with Umiko, and after hearing Toshi couldn't really taste spiciness, she'd made it her mission to make something that Toshi would find spicy.
"I'm not paying." Bakugou staed, crossed his arms over his chest, scowled on his face.
My face lit up and I nodded. The bakery wasn't too far away, 10 minutes at most. It was small and not super well known, but it had a bunch of regulars.
The bell above the door rang as we entered the shop, the smell of freshly baked bread filled our nostrils. There was a woman behind the counter. She was tall and thin, short light brown hair and a uniform with the bakery's name on the breast. She was Chisaku Reiko.
"Ah! Misaki-chan! I haven't seen you forever! How's Umi, and Toshi? I heard you got into U.A, great job!" Chisaku always had a lot to say. With her in the room there was never a moment of silence. She stepped out from behind the counter to give me a hug. Once he pulled away she fussed over my uniform and hair.
"It's great to see you Chisaku-san, both Umi and Toshi and doing great, and thank you." I said, a small blush on my cheeks as I answered all the older woman's questions.
Then, Chisaku's eyes landed on Bakugou, who before then had gone unnoticed.
"Oh! How rude of me. Hi, I'm Chisaku Reiko, the owner." She said, smiling at the boy. I glanced to the side to seea look of what could only be confusion on the blondes face. I stifled a laugh as Chisaku turned away from us and Bakugou's face quickly went from confusion to anger at my laughing.
"Now what do you two want? It's on the house." Chisaku said as she headed to where the bread was.
"What? No, that's fine Chisaku-san. We can pay." I protested.
"No way! It's tradition now! I gave Toshi and her first boyfriend bread on the house, I'm sure as hell going to do that for you two lovebirds as well!"
I blinked. Lovebirds? Boyfriend?!
I felt my face heat up, a brilliant blush on my face.
"W-what! Bakugou's not, we're not, Chisau-san it's not l-like that-we're just friends!" I spluttered, making wild hand gestures. This was the most embarrassing thing ever!
"Oh! I'm sorry, my mistake, I just assumed!" Chiasku giggled, hand covering her mouth.
"Bakugou-san was it? Misaki-chan won't be able to form correct sentences for a little while so why don't you tell me what you two want and I'll go get it, ok?" The older woman said, giving him a warm smile.
"Two spicy curry buns, I guess." The blonde said, giving a shrug.
Chisaku gave a thumbs up and headed over to a stand near the back of the shop and got two spicy curry buns.
"There you go, no need to pay. Think of it as an apology for the misunderstanding." Chisaku put the buns in a bag and handed them to Bakugou who nodded in thanks.
She gave us a little wave as we exited the store, or well, Bakugou dragged me out.
"Pull yourself together idiot. How the hell do you expect to become a hero if you can't function after a simple comment like that?" Bakugou snarled at me.
Blush going down, I grabbed one for the buns and ripped the packaging open, taking a bite.
"Shut up." I said, voice muffled as I chewed.
We walked to a nearby park to eat, both of us sitting on a pair of swings, and soon the buns were gone.
"How the hell did I not know these existed!?" Bakugou exclaimed. I giggled, he'd obviously really enjoyed it.
"The bakery's not that well known, plus the spicy curry buns are relatively new." I explained, crumpling up the packaging into a ball and throwing it at a trash can a few feet away.
"Yes!" I cheered as the ball of garbage made it into the trash can.
"You said you wanted to talk to me about something. So what is it?"
I froze.
I looked at the boy beside me.
"I completely forgot." I said, disbelief in my voice. Bakugou snorted in laughter.
"Are you serious, what kind of idiot are you?" He asked, laughter in his voice. I pouted.
"I wanted to tell you that I thought what Midoriya did in foundation hero studies was really crummy." I said plainly, leaning back on the swing.
"What?" Bakugou said, surprise evident in his voice. Like he couldn't possibly believe anyone would take his side.
"I mean, he totally stole your moves right? You know, before I didn't really know what to think of him, I thought he seemed nice, but what he did was really terrible. Added with the fact that no one said anything? I don't know…" I trailed off, crossing my arms under my chest.
"Is that all?" Bakugou asked. I nodded and stood up, grabbing my bag up off the ground.
"Yeah, pretty much. I guess I just wanted you to know someone was on your side, or something." I said,
"So, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" I smiled and waved before turning around and walking away from the blonde and towards the station.
I had some studying to do.
