Here we go, things are starting to happen now. The next few chapters are going to be seriously fun for me to write. I'm quite happy with how this one turned out, too. Honestly, I don't really have anything else to say, so I'll just let you guys get to reading.
My music pauses and I glance down at my phone. A little notification at the top of the screen wishes me luck, and I click on it with a snicker.
Just watch me, I type. Im gonna get my license and decimate the league of villains.
It's less than five seconds before Dabi replies, I look forward to it. I can practically hear the bland sarcasm in his voice, and the thought makes me chuckle again.
"Who's Purple Lighter?"
I jump, my finger clicking off my phone as I turn to look out the bus window. I try not to think about the heat in my face as I snap, "Why're you looking at my screen?"
"S-Sorry! I just got kinda bored, and you seemed entertained by something, so I was curious!"
"Well mind your own business."
"Sorry!"
I had forgotten there was a person sitting next to me. I really don't like this Hagakure chick. It really isn't any fault of her own, but the fact that she's invisible is something I find incredibly unnerving. She could be watching me at any moment, and I would have no idea. She's not even undressed, and it still slipped my mind she was here.
"What'chya talkin' about?" The pink chick pokes her head over the back of her seat, her golden eyes flitting between us. "You're not being mean, are ya Kyou?"
My lips pull back in a snarl, but Hagakure answers before I can bite off an insult. "I was just wondering why she had someone in her contacts named Purple Lighter."
"And I said back off!" I hiss, hoping the light isn't good enough for them to see the red in my face. What else was I supposed to put him in as? I can't use his actual name! He's a wanted man!
Ashido studies me for a moment. Then she breaks into a grin that has me bristling. "She's getting so defensive, it's probably a guy."
"Oh, do you have a boyfriend, Kyou?"
"I don't!" I stuff my phone back in my skirt pocket. Pinky shifts uncomfortably under the force of my glare before huffing and plopping back down into her seat.
"Hey, you should chill out," Kaminari chides from across the aisle. "They're just trying to make conversation."
"They can do that without invading my private life," I insist through clenched teeth.
Next to Sir Electric, Yaoyorozu points out, "He isn't entirely wrong, though, Kyou. We just want to be friends with you. What about you? Did you not enjoy spending time with any of us over these past few days?"
"Listen, I appreciate your efforts," I sigh, "but this and that are different."
"I don't think so. I had a lot of fun playing chess with you two days ago. We had quite a nice conversation, too. Hagakure and Ashido also want to talk with you, since they didn't get the chance to during class, and they weren't one of the students excused to spend time with you while you were under house arrest. I'm not saying you have to indulge their every whim, but please, would it be so much to endure a little small talk? We're classmates, after all."
Asui pops up from her place next to Ashido, saying, "If you don't want us to talk about boys, we won't bring it up again."
"...I would appreciate it."
Somebody scoffs farther towards the front of the bus, drawing eyes. I raise a brow, unable to see who it is from where I'm sitting. The second the person opens their mouth, however, it's clear who made the noise.
"You're all wasting your time. She's just a stupid bitch who won't hang out with anyone 'cause she thinks she's so much better than us."
This time, it's my turn to scoff. "How observant of you. And here I thought your brain was too small to realize you're a mere cockroach to me."
"What did you say?" His blonde head appears over the seats as he jolts to his feet, whirling furiously to face me. "Say that again you bitch!"
"Sorry, but I'm not so kind as to repeat myself for the sake of your incompetence."
Bakugo lunges into the aisle, his redhead friend grabbing onto his arm to keep him from charging. "You shouldn't fight on the bus! At least leave it until we're there!"
"If you fight once we arrive," Tokoyami interjects, "we might be disqualified."
"Kacchan, please don't go getting into a fight."
"Shut up Deku!"
"Kyou." I glance back at Asui, who looks me in the eye. "Please don't antagonize Bakugo, if you can."
I grimace, but keep the He Started It comment to myself. Thankfully, the bus pulls to a stop before anything else can happen. The students at the front are all too eager to get off, but I linger behind until the problem child has sucked up his ego and stormed off. Only then do I rise to my feet, slipping a jawbreaker in my mouth and stuffing my hands deep into my uniform's pockets.
"Um," Hagakure starts. I don't look her way. It's disturbing to try to look at her when I can't even see where her face is. "You aren't going to start a brawl with Bakugo, are you?"
"Not unless he comes at me. Now hurry up and let me out already."
She stumbles out into the aisle and I follow. I'm the last one off the bus, and the door hisses shut behind me. I take in the building before us. It's a strange structure, asymmetrical, with the roof curling into a towering point that stands seemingly at the center. A perfectly unique building built for a perfectly unique purpose. I'm still studying it while Mr. Aizawa gives us some sort of lecture that's maybe supposed to be motivational in nature, although he isn't exactly the most encouraging character. Then, while the rest of the class is chanting UA's motto, a boisterous voice rings out over the top. My eyes tear away from the building and land on a tall fellow with a buzz cut and a stupid look on his face. Someone behind him scolds him for butting in, and with a loud voice and rigid body, the guy apologizes, bowing so deeply that his head rams into the ground. My heart sinks, and I'm unable to help the disgust bleeding onto my face. Why? Why must there be even more idiots here?
But for some reason, the atmosphere seems to darken at the arrival of this fool, and I catch the word Shiketsu being tossed around. Shiketsu? Isn't that another high-end hero school? This loser goes there?
"Yoarashi Inasa."
Everyone looks to Mr. Aizawa.
"He's...strong."
I glance back to the idiot heading towards the building. Strong? Him? Well, I guess there are a lot of people who have strong quirks, but they're pretty useless unless you have the brains to use them.
"...got the top score of those admitted through recommendations."
My mind momentarily goes blank. Then I turn to Mr. Aizawa in shock. Did he just say that idiot scored higher that Shouto? Feeling a little weak, I thump back against the bus. Higher than Shouto...how is that possible? I glance back up at the retreating figure, who suddenly appears more like a danger than an idiot. If that's true...depending on what the exam consists of, he could turn out to be a costly obstacle.
While I'm in the process of attempting to guess what that guy's quirk might be, an exuberant hero begins conversing with our teacher, and I stiffen. Ugh. I recognize her. Ms. Joke. The hero who can force people to laugh. It's such a seemingly useless quirk, but ever since I can remember, the idea of her has only terrified me. Any form of mental manipulation, whether positive or negative, gives me the chills.
Her class doesn't turn out to be much better. At first glance, they're like any other group of students. One of them, however, begins grabbing at our hands and ranting about how glad he is to meet us. It doesn't take me but a second to figure out his overly friendly act, so when he approaches me, I pierce him through with a look of hatred that, if he were truly as amiable as he acts, would have sent him scurrying. Instead, he simply sends a smile my way and continues interacting with my classmates, who begin apologizing on both my behalf and Bakugo's when the blonde reacts with a similar hostility to me. Although having something in common with that blockhead doesn't make me happy, I have to give it to him for noticing that guy's true face. Really, I wouldn't be so impressed, though, except for the fact that the two of us seem to be the only two to notice it.
Well…
I peek at Shouto out of the corner of my eye. He retains his usual demeanor, and if you didn't know him very well, you would suspect he didn't notice a thing. I can see it, though. Whenever he looks the friendly boy's way, his gaze becomes closed off. If he doesn't realize, he certainly suspects.
Suddenly, a bubbly blonde girl bounds up to Shouto, and I push off the side of the bus. "Hey Todoroki! Can I have your autograph? You were so cool at the sports festival!"
Confusion glazes over Shouto's expression. I don't wait. Before he can reply or she can go on, I insert myself between the two of them and pin her where she stands with a glare. She pulls back slightly, surprised, as I analyze her. Blonde spiky hair and bright blue eyes render her naturally attractive, and the large smile on her face makes her look dazzling. And airheaded.
Bimbo, I conclude. Especially with those breasts.
"Where do you get off asking a random student for his autograph?" I snarl.
"He isn't random! Surely you saw the sports festival! He was amazing! The best one there, even if he didn't win! And he's hot, too!"
"No one needs to see your disgusting display of drooling. Stop bothering us and stick to your own class."
"Kyou." Shouto's warning comes from behind.
"You got something to say?" I snark, tossing a glare over my shoulder.
He meets my gaze head on, unafraid and grave. "Don't go making enemies. We don't know what awaits us in that building."
I smirk. "I'm just putting this bimbo in her place."
"Excuse me!?"
"You're causing trouble for us," he scolds. My smile falls. He didn't say it, but what he meant was that I'm causing trouble for him. Turning back forward, I cast the blondie a final glare before turning away. I've already done enough, anyway. If she doesn't know to back off at this point, that just means I need to rough her up a bit. With any luck, I'll get that chance inside. And if I don't…
Well, I can always hunt her down and beat her to a pulp on my own time.
Oof, Megumi is not having this chick. I don't even know her name, but I was rewatching this episode and the second she came into the frame, I just knew Megumi would have a bone to pick with her. And possibly a couple bones to break, if that makes any sense. Also, I get the feeling she's jealous of the girl's chest. Is that just me? Otherwise, I don't think she would care enough to mention it. Sometimes, I think Megumi's hostility is kind of funny, especially when it's caused by reasons like this. What do you guys think? Would Megumi be jealous over that sort of thing? Or is she just finding every flaw she can in the girl flirting with her crush? Or is it both? Or something else? I'm literally laughing as I type this. I don't think I've ever asked my readers such a ridiculous question! I can't wait to hear from you guys, and I'll see you next chapter!