Chapter Thirty-Four: Be Mine

The Valentine's party was in full-swing, and everyone was having a blast. The band started off with their song from the school festival and they were all dancing and singing along. It was a little cramped in their common area for an all-out rage-fest, but they made it work.

Aisla was among the crowd, squished in the front row so she could see her boyfriend up close. He was slamming his drumsticks hard, but the sounds he elicited were magical. She loved seeing him up there, smiling and having fun. That had been her favorite part of the school festival, those moments when she was able to look back during her dance number and catch his twinkling eye.

She did this now, watching him intently until his gaze found hers and a different kind of smile lit up his features. He was happy up there, but Aisla also brought something out of him that nothing and no one else could. The same way he touched a part of Aisla that no one else ever had before.

He rolled his eyes when she blew him a teasing kiss. The overblown response made her giggle, since she knew it was all in good fun.

When their first song was over, Katsuki threw his drumsticks into the air and caught them expertly in one hand before giving the symbols a final crash. Everyone cheered as the band took a break and Katsuki hopped off the stage right in front of her.

"Well?!" he asked with an eager expression that expected praise.

Aisla giggled. "You were great! The best drummer I've ever heard!"

He beamed with pride. "Of course I am! I told you I was!"

She threw her arms around him in an embrace. "Thank you for doing this!"

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him.

"Hey, lovebirds~!" chirped Mina as she interrupted their hug. "Isn't this the best party ever?!"

Katsuki dropped his arm from her waist in favor of hiding his hands in his pockets. He scowled down at Mina, then up at the tall boy she was hanging all over. Fujinari looked like he was fighting the urge to run away and was only still standing there because of Mina's grip around his middle. "The hell do you two want?"

"It's been really fun so far!" Aisla agreed, ignoring Katsuki's rude behavior. "The band was a great idea."

Mina smiled with smug satisfaction. "Did you hear that, RoRo~? My party is awesome! My ideas are awesome! Bow before me!"

"No," grumbled Fujinari. It was hard to tell with his dark blue hair hanging in front of his face, but he might have been blushing.

Aisla couldn't help a giggle.

"Aw, come on!" Mina puckered her lip and batted her eyes suggestively.

"No," he said more firmly. "I'm leaving."

He turned to walk away and Mina raced after him with a shouted, "BUT RORO I LOVE YOU!"

"Don't you ever even think about pulling that stupid shit with me," Katsuki warned when they were out of earshot.

Aisla laughed. "No promises~"

Katsuki had to get back to the band after that, and Aisla spent most of the night cheering him on. They were only allowed to play until eight-thirty, so their set would be short tonight. Aisla was simultaneously glad that he wouldn't be away from her for long, and disappointed that she had less time to watch him on the dorm's makeshift stage.

She felt like a groupie watching her favorite rock idol playing for the first time. She was mesmerized by his movements and facial expressions. He was so sexy up there, damp with sweat from the hot lights that spilled over his tanned skin. It was enough to flatten his hair just slightly, turning the unruly strands down so they framed his face.

She recalled the few times she'd seen him with his hair wet. Once when they'd been caught out in the rain, and once when he'd come to her room after a recent shower when she was sick. She liked that look on him a lot. His hair wasn't nearly wet enough to compete with those times, but she could still appreciate the way it differed from his usual look. Plus, there was just something about the gleam of sweat on his skin, the flush of his excited face, the dampness of his hair that felt…thrilling.

At one point, Mina announced that it was time to start the dance portion of the party. Aisla inwardly groaned at this since her partner was currently up onstage, putting his heart and soul into a pop song Mina had chosen. It didn't seem to bother him that he was drumming to a Britney Spears song from fifteen years ago. He still gave it his all, and Aisla admired that about him. Always the best of the best. Always the winner.

She stepped away from the crowd as her friends broke into pairs and started dancing to the music. Admittedly, it looked pretty fun, and she was a little disappointed that she couldn't join in. She thought briefly about asking Ochaco to dance with her, but even the shy gravity user had swallowed her fear and asked Midoriya. She knew Mina would have gladly danced with her—and honestly it looked like her boyfriend would have gladly given her up—but it felt wrong to intrude on others' happiness, forced or otherwise.

She would just watch from the sidelines and admire her boyfriend. She knew there was only a hair's chance that he'd dance with her anyway, so this was probably more fun than standing around awkwardly while Katsuki grumbled about how terrible dances were.

"You can dance with me," someone offered, whispering into her ear like he was sharing a secret.

She sent a grateful smile his way. "Not seeing your special someone tonight?" she teased, turning to face her friend.

He swept her a grandiose bow. "Ru, you are my special someone." He winked, then playfully poked her nose to show he was kidding. He held out a hand in invitation.

She glanced back up at Katsuki, who was staring right at her as he played. She gave him a questioning look as if silently asking for permission. To her astonishment, he gave her a small smile and a very pronounced nod.

She shrugged and took Shoto's proffered hand. At least this way, she wouldn't have to feel so awkward and alone.

He gave her a quick spin, then took her hands in his, keeping a respectful distance between them. Fortunately, it was a fast-paced song, so it wasn't necessary to dance close together. They could easily sway side-to-side with their fingers loosely clasped together. Occasionally, he would sweep her into a dip or a spin, making her laugh.

"Hello," a voice broke through the din of the music, bringing the pair to a sudden halt.

A girl stood there that Aisla faintly recognized from when she'd been out with the flu. Shoulder-length black hair framed a soft but stern face. Ruby red lips paired with heavy eye makeup suggested she was a party girl, but her awkward expression and choice of ensemble spoke differently. Black leggings and a turquoise blouse said she didn't care that it was Valentine's Day, she just wanted to be comfortable.

She was tall with a slender frame and impressive breasts—Aisla noted this while subtly peeking down at her own much smaller ones. She remembered the girl visiting her when she'd been ill, but hadn't remembered just how pretty she was until that moment.

She forced back a jealous pout and offered a kind smile instead. "Hello again. Thanks for, um, helping me."

Her forehead creased in a frown, and for a moment Aisla thought maybe she had the wrong person. But then recognition flashed in her green eyes.

"It was nothing," she said casually. "It was Haru, right?"

"Aisla," she corrected kindly. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name…?"

"Oh," Shoto chimed in at last, shaking his head as if coming out of a daydream. "Sorry, I guess you two haven't formally met." He swept a hand in her direction. "This is Aisla, she's my best friend and a fellow classmate of mine." His hand gestured to the other girl. "Aisla, this is Akina. She's my…" His introduction fell short as his dual-colored eyes shifted between the two girls.

Aisla knew who she was, though, even without the proper introduction. This was the "friend" Shoto had made and asked Aisla for advice about months ago. She was the girl he'd been hanging out with on occasion, who he seemed to be growing feelings for—though it was always difficult to say exactly what Shoto Todoroki was thinking, harder still to guess at what he was feeling.

"I'm his friend, too," Akina offered with a small smile that reminded Aisla of one of Katsuki's. She patted Shoto on the arm. "We're in the 'it's complicated' stage right now." She winked conspiratorially at Aisla who instantly decided she liked the other girl.

She pitched her voice low as if to exclude their mutual friend. "You better run while you can, I heard he's totally hot and cold." She grinned mischievously and the two girls giggled.

Shoto rolled his eyes and sighed. "Very funny, Ru."

"But Roki, why didn't you mention you were bringing a date tonight?" Aisla asked as realization hit. "I wouldn't have danced with you if I'd known she was waiting…" Aisla didn't want to step on any toes, not just in the dancing sense.

He went pale like the thought hadn't even occurred to him. "Well, I—"

"I don't care," Akina cut him off with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "I was late, so it was entirely in his right to do whatever he wanted with whomever he chose. Besides, I'm not dressed for dancing, so you can have the honor. I would, however, like to get my hands on some cookies." Her eyes scanned the room eagerly.

Aisla laughed. "In the kitchen. I can show you—"

"No no," she waved her off. "I'll find it. You two finish your dance."

Akina had just begun to walk away when Aisla blurted, "My boyfriend is the drummer!" For some reason, she thought it was important to divulge such information, just in case Akina got any funny ideas about Aisla trying to steal her 'it's complicated' friend.

Akina glanced up at the stage briefly before offering Aisla an impressed look. "Nice. Lucky you! He's great up there." Then she disappeared into the crowd without another word.

"She seems…interesting," Aisla noted, trying and failing to come up with a better adjective. It had only been a short interaction, but she got the sense that she wasn't the typical teenage girl.

Shoto laughed. "Yeah…she's a little different, but I kind of like that about her. She's a really chill person, like I mentioned before. She's not pushy about things or jealous about you. She just likes hanging out with me."

Aisla smiled. "That's great, Roki. It's good for you to have people who care about you. Just don't forget to invite me to the wedding." She winked.

He blushed. "Oh, well…"

"Hey, Aisla!" Hagakure suddenly chirped in her ear, making Aisla let out a squeak of surprise. "Oh, sorry! I was just going to ask if you two were done dancing yet!"

Aisla frowned. "I guess we are. Why, do you want to dance with him next?"

Aisla saw her white gloved hands waving frantically. "Oh no! Of course not! I wanted to dance with you!"

"Be still my heart," Shoto deadpanned.

Aisla ignored him. "That would be fun!" she said with a grin.

"And there I was, rejected by not one, not two, but three lovely ladies," Shoto said in dramatic fashion, clutching a hand to his chest as if in real pain.

Aisla laughed. She reached out and took his hand in hers before giving it a tight squeeze. "Don't worry, Roki. I'm sure someone will dance with you," she said pointedly, then looked toward the kitchen area where Akina stood with her back to them. "Maybe you should start by asking first."

He pursed his lips.

Aisla gave his hand another pump of reassurance, then let go and took Hagakure's instead. "Sorry, Roki! I'll see you later, okay?"

In all honesty, Aisla would have preferred to dance with Shoto, but that was the problem. He would have rather danced with her, too. He needed to pay more attention to the girl he'd invited and less to the one who was supposed to be his best friend. She would help steer him in the right direction.

As she spun around with Hagakure, she watched Shoto slowly approach the other girl. He walked with careful footsteps as if he was coming up on a feral animal and not a teenage girl. She turned toward him with a pleased smile to which he returned with an awkward one of his own.

"He's hopeless," Aisla mused aloud.

"Todoroki?" Hagakure guessed as her eyes flicked over to him. Akina was smiling up at him as he stood there with hands stuffed in pockets, the tips of his ears tinged red. "Yeah, he's never going to get a girlfriend with that attitude!"

Aisla laughed. It was the sad truth. She wanted her best friend to be happy like she was with Katsuki, but there was only so much she could do to help him.

Katsuki was sweating behind the glaring spotlights that burned into his face. He couldn't believe he let Aisla talk him into playing with these nerds. She was lucky that he was feeling generous today or she'd be in for it later. Not only was it hot as balls under these lights, but the songs they chose were too poppy and lame. Fortunately for the lame extras in his band, he was a fast learner and was able to pick up on the songs with ease.

They were allowed to play until no later than eight-thirty, after which they had to switch to the radio and keep the volume low. Ten-thirty was curfew, but he didn't expect any of them would actually go to bed at that time. Most of them, just as they'd done when they'd hung out in the hall just before Christmas, would stay up until well past midnight and then crash in each other's rooms.

Katsuki was already yawning, however, and it wasn't even eight yet. He kind of wanted to go back to his room and go to bed, but he'd promised Aisla he'd see her later. He had to make good on his word. He didn't know what she had in mind, but her expression told him it was important to her that he agree to be with her.

So, he put all of his energy into his drumming and making a good show for everyone, but mostly for Aisla. He wanted her to have a good Valentine's Day—he needed her to. He needed to make sure she was happy being with him, and if this party was important to her, then it was important to him.

He tried his best to pay attention to the songs, but his eyes kept betraying him and shifting over to Aisla. He wasn't even jealous that she was dancing with that icy hot bastard. The problem was that she was dancing. He watched the material of her short dress clinging to her body, bringing attention to all her curves as she moved. He had half the mind to just drop his drumsticks right then and there and go to her. What would she do if he put his hands all over her body in front of everyone? He was certain she would like it.

Just finish this set, he told himself, shaking his head to clear the images of his girlfriend's sexy body from his mind. If he allowed himself to think about her like that for too long, he'd be reminded of that morning and how her panties had been on full display for him…

He cleared his throat, tore his gaze away from Aisla, and focused on his drumming.

When eight-thirty finally rolled around, they finished their last song and Katsuki literally threw his drumsticks behind his head in his haste to get off the makeshift stage. He hopped off the short platform and barreled through anyone who dared get between him and Aisla, then swooped her right off her feet and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips.

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his more firmly before pulling back and giving him a sweet smile. "You're awfully sweet tonight," she observed.

"Don't expect it to happen often," he replied, though the stupid grin refused to leave his face.

"At least you didn't say it will never happen again," she pointed out.

He snorted his disagreement, then changed the subject. "I saw you dancing out there."

She frowned. "Yeah…was that okay? I thought your nod meant it was fine…" Her voice trailed off as doubt crossed her features.

"It was fine," he said. "In fact…" he drew her closer so he could whisper in her ear, "you were so fine out there, I almost couldn't concentrate."

She blew out a shaky breath against his skin. "K-Katsuki!"

He nipped at her ear with his teeth, feeling bolder than he normally did without really knowing why. He had an urge to be close to her and it couldn't be ignored.

The unmistakable moan she breathed into his ear was almost enough to make him carry her upstairs that minute and show her exactly how bold he felt. But just as he leaned back and caught her dazed expression with one of his own…

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

The fire alarm blared, and water sprayed from the ceiling.

Aisla squealed in surprise, as did several other girls in the room. Katsuki dropped her to her feet and glared around the room for the culprit just as smoke billowed out from the kitchen and a blast of fire shot out from the half-open door.

Everyone started screaming and running after that as chaos broke loose. Katsuki pulled Aisla protectively against him as people shoved past them.

"Katsuki!" she cried as one guy he didn't recognize was pushed into her, nearly making them both fall. He kept a firm hold on her and kicked the guy in the side to get him out of the way.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU DEAD MAN!" he yelled, just as Mr. Aizawa burst into the room, eyes blazing with a fury that matched his own.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Mr. Aizawa bellowed over the sudden cacophony. His voice didn't exactly make everyone come to a crashing halt, but a few of them did slow in their haste.

The room, and everyone in it, was soaked in minutes. Aisla shivered in Katsuki's arms as her thin dress quickly absorbed the water. He held onto her tighter, but it was no use. They were both dripping wet.

"EVERYONE STOP RIGHT THE HELL NOW!" their teacher roared. Finally, the frantic running came to a stop and everyone looked to Mr. Aizawa. He was furious as he glanced between each of them in turn. His scarf sagged on his shoulders as it, too, was a victim of the sprinkler system. "One of you better tell me what's going on before I expel every one of you," he warned through gritted teeth.

"S-sorry!" A frantic voice stammered as he ran out from the kitchen. Smoke followed behind him and filled the room, making everyone cough and retreat toward the door.

"KIRISHIMA!" Mr. Aizawa wrapped him in his scarf and pulled him forward so fast the redhead let out a girly shriek as the air left his body. "EVERYBODY OUTSIDE, NOW!" he ordered.

They all spilled out onto the lawn, shrieking as rain pelted them just as fiercely as the sprinkler system had.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" Mr. Aizawa demanded when they were all accounted for. He held Kirishima in his scarf as his eyes glowed demonically.

Kirishima went pale. "I-I was baking, sir!" he stuttered. "I was trying to anyway…"

"What the hell happened?" he repeated more fiercely.

"I was trying to make cookies for Hana—for Kanzashi, sir—but it was already so late, I thought if I turned up the temperature on the oven they'd bake faster!"

Mr. Aizawa dropped him and he landed on his ass right on the rain-soaked grass. "You could have burned down the entire building," he chided. "Don't ever go near an oven again as long as you live, or it'll be the last thing you ever do." The look he gave said the threat was serious. Even Katsuki was a little intimidated. "You're lucky there was someone with a water quirk present tonight to minimize the damages, but you'll be lucky if you aren't in detention until your grandchildren graduate."

Kirishima nodded vigorously before slinking off into the crowd right behind Katsuki. He turned a scowl his way, letting him know that he was just as incensed as their teacher. Now, he was wet and cold, and the high he'd felt after drumming had shifted to irritation.

Kirishima slumped in defeat.

They had to stand out there for a solid hour before they were permitted to go back inside. The oven was the only casualty, besides the flooding on the floors from the sprinklers. Someone had done a decent job of getting the water out, but it would still be wet for a while. Meaning, their party was over and they would undoubtedly never be allowed to have another one as long as they were in school.

Aisla was shivering violently as he led her upstairs, hand clasped firmly around hers. He was livid. That stupid rock had ruined their evening! Now, what the hell was he supposed to do? He'd wanted to hang out for a while and have some fun, but now they were forced to go back to their rooms. He was certain Aizawa would be monitoring them to make sure they didn't hang out in the hallways like last time.

"K-Katsuki?" Aisla said through chattering teeth. "I'm c-cold."

"Yeah, I know," he grumbled as he tugged her down the hall. "Fucking Kirishima making everything a mess." He threw open his door and yanked her inside before kicking it shut with his foot. "Goddamned idiot!"

"Katsuki?" Aisla spoke again, but he wasn't paying much attention to her in his current anger.

"Doesn't he know how stupid that was?" he complained, pulling off his wet shirt and tossing it on the floor. "I sure as hell don't bake, but even I know turning up the heat is fucking stupid!"

"Umm, should I leave, or…?" she trailed off helplessly.

He turned and frowned at her blushing face. "What's with the look?" he asked accusingly.

She looked up at him with dark, curious eyes. Her gaze traveled brazenly along the expanse of his chest and stomach, then back up again with agonizing slowness. Something about that made his heart rate increase and caused a lump to form in his throat.

He swallowed it down and took a deep breath.

She was leaning against his door, one hand clamped over the handle like she was seconds away from retreating.

"Don't," he breathed, the sound barely audible even to his ears.

He watched her fingers shift down then slightly to the left. The lock clicked.

"Why did you bring me in here, Katsuki?" she murmured as she took a few steps forward. He could see her shaking from where he stood several feet away, but he couldn't tell if that was from cold or nerves.

Her question registered a moment later, causing another frown to make its way onto his lips. "Why did I…?" he trailed off as realization struck.

They were in his room—alone. He'd taken off his shirt, which now lay crumpled on the floor. As for Aisla… she still wore her dripping wet gown, which clung to her in ways that made her look naked. Her breasts could easily be seen through the silky fabric, and the panties he'd nearly touched that morning revealed more of her than he'd ever seen before.

She stopped when she stood before him and gazed up at him, wonder and…desire etched all over her features.

"Katsuki?" she whispered. "Do you want me to leave?"

He shook his head, unable to form the words with his lips.

She placed a tentative hand on his chest. "Do you…want me to stay?"

It was almost exactly the conversation he'd been fantasizing in his mind for hours while he was drumming. He must still be dreaming. Maybe he'd fallen asleep onstage and was just replaying this in his mind on a loop. There was no way Aisla was standing before him looking like that and asking if she could stay with him.

A flash of uncertainty passed through her eyes as he remained silent. She thought he was rejecting her again. Well, that wasn't how the fantasy went…

He lifted a hand to touch her, to feel if the dress was really between them, or if even that was an illusion. But then the cowardly part of him refused to let the hand move. It hovered in the space between them. They both stared at it like they were watching a countdown, waiting to see what would happen when the numbers hit zero.

"It's cold, Katsuki…" came her whispered complaint.

Not where I'm standing, he silently argued. In fact, his room became stifling as a wave of heat shot through him.

In his fantasy, he helped her out of her skimpy little dress and kissed every inch of her skin, starting with her lips and ending all the way down to her pink-painted toes. In reality, he stood there awkwardly while shivers wracked her body to the point he grew kind of worried she might catch a cold.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" she asked, eyes shifting down now. Her arms came up to cover her chest as if suddenly realizing how see-through her outfit was.

He swallowed another lump in his throat and nodded stiffly. He turned to his dresser and plucked out a shirt at random before tossing it over to her. She caught it in one hand, then turned away from him to set it on his bed.

He watched her from behind as she pulled on the dress straps and shimmied out of it with some difficulty. When the dress finally pooled around her feet, she worked to get her bra unclasped from behind. He should have offered to help her, or better yet, he shouldn't have been looking at all. If he was a better man, he'd have turned his back, too.

But he wasn't a good man, at least not yet. So, instead of turning away and giving her the privacy she deserved, he found himself moving forward as if in a trance. Aisla stiffened at his approach as if she could sense him, but didn't turn to face him.

He continued his slow pace as Aisla stood there frozen. He wondered what was going through her mind just then, but he was too focused on her exposed flesh to remember how to speak properly.

When he closed the distance between them, he hesitantly reached out with both hands and placed them on her shoulders. She sucked in a surprised breath as if she hadn't been expecting his touch, but still she didn't move. He wondered if he had accidentally immobilized her somehow. Maybe that was a new trick of his quirk he'd yet to discover.

His hands slid down her ice cold arms, feeling the gooseflesh that rose there. He wondered if that was more from the cold or from his touch. Probably the former, but that didn't discourage him from letting his hands travel down further. They reached her frozen hands and clasped the fingers in his own.

She leaned into him and rested the back of her head against his chest. "Katsuki…" she whispered as she brought their linked hands around to her bare stomach. He couldn't remember ever touching her here, except maybe in his fantasies, and for some reason that barest of touches was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

He wanted to slide his hands up and cup her breasts, but fear and shame held him back. His hands refused to move further than her stomach, his lips frozen against her neck. He stiffened as the fear started to consume him.

"It's okay…" she whispered, squeezing his hands with hers. "We don't have to do anything else. I love just being close to you."

"I'm sorry…" he breathed against her skin. He felt so ashamed of himself that he wasn't brave enough to do these things with her. He wanted to, there was no question about that, but he'd never done anything like this before and he was afraid that he'd fail. He wasn't a good friend, he definitely wasn't a good boyfriend…so why would he be a good lover?

"I think you're amazing," she said as she brought one of his hands up to her lips and kissed the back. "Is it okay…if I stay here tonight?"

"Yes," he agreed instantly. "Stay with me."

She shivered at his words. "Okay, Katsuki." She kissed his hand again, then released it and offered him a happy smile over her shoulder.

He captured her mouth in a kiss and almost lost all reservations. He was so close to just ripping off their remaining scraps of clothing and pushing her against the wall. He wanted to have his way with her, to claim her over and over as his own. But he had to hold back, at least for now. It wasn't time. He wasn't good enough yet.

You need to prove your worth to her before you can be allowed to claim her body…

He broke away from the kiss, then politely turned around as she pulled on his shirt and crawled into bed. Her dress and undergarments were draped over his chair mockingly. He wasn't the reason those clothes were no longer on her body. He was the reason she lay disappointed in his bed instead of satisfied.

With a sigh, he changed into fresh clothes of his own before climbing into the bed behind her. She had her back to him, so he wrapped himself around her and pulled her close. She let out a contented sigh like she didn't even care that she'd just been rejected—again.

"That feels nice," she murmured as she snuggled up against him. This had become a routine of sorts for them. Aisla spent almost every night in his bed. It was weird at first and he spent many nights lying awake trying to control his bodily reactions to having a girl in his bed, but in all honesty he liked having her there. It felt comforting.

It does feel nice, he agreed. He thought about what their lives would look like a year from now, five years from now. He wondered if, even after they graduated, she would feel the same way about him that she did right now. How long would someone as sweet as Aisla Haru want to be with someone as difficult as Katsuki Bakugo? Would they be falling asleep in one another's embrace like this for years to come?

What will it take, he silently mused as sleep tugged at his mind, to keep you right here in my arms?

A/N: Good morning, friends! I hope everyone is having a wonderful week so far! Who has plans for this weekend? I'm going to a Renaissance Festival tomorrow, so that should be exciting! How many of YOU have already been to one? Personally, this will be my first time so I'm not sure what to expect!

Now, about Katsuki and Aisla! And Roki and Akina XD. So, I know this was technically supposed to be a Katsuki chapter since last week was Aisla's but I knew there wasn't much I could do with him being up on stage drumming, so I split it in half. It also gave us an opportunity to meet a new character! Akina is someone I created specifically for Todoroki. I did hint at her once, way back in the beginning when they were taking their provisional licensing exams. Akina was the young nurse Todoroki was yelling at in the hallway LOL. And he's mentioned her a couple of times to Aisla, but we haven't really spent a lot of time on her character.

Reviews:

blasttyrant: He can rock mine, too LOLOL. So…. no present still *shrug* Maybe next week? XD

MeMyselfAndI82907: Thank you! I'm glad you understood some of my humor! I always enjoy making you all laugh. Katsuki glaring at his teacher was definitely a good example XD He's lucky Aizawa didn't glare back.

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