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CHAPTER III
New friends, New problems
Back at the classroom, right after everyone had changed back into the regular uniform, the bell's toll echoed through the classroom, signaling the beginning of the lunch break.
Students swiftly arose from their seats, excited chatter filling the air as some eagerly made their way to the cafeteria, while others chose to remain in the classroom or head outside for a breath of fresh air.
Mike had had a long morning of excess, so he was getting pretty hungry, but as Mike glanced into his bag and realized he had left his lunch at home, disappointment quickly set in.
All he had were some sunflower seeds he always likes to carry.
Mike was dreading that he was going to starve until he got home; but being the guy that he is, he accepted his fate. It was his punishment for not being more careful, and now he'll taste the price of... nothing.
As Mike sat at his desk, contemplating his stomach's protests, one of the girls from the class approached him. Her voice broke the silence, drawing his attention as she spoke to him.
Mike turned to face her, his hunger momentarily forgotten as he awaited her words.
-Hey, ummm... new kid?- She asked.
-It's Mike- He replied.
-Yeah, hi. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions, if that's alright- The girl asked.
Mike sighs, then obliges.
-Fine... what is it?-
-How old are you? And also, why are you so grouchy all the time?- she said with a grin.
-I am 17... and my demeanor shouldn't be of your concern-
Her smile falters a little at his answer.
With a hint of embarrassment, the girl's friend appeared beside her.
-Please excuse my friend; she can be a little... err... annoying-
-Hey!- The first girl exclaimed, feigning offense at the remark.
-You want ME to come eat with you?- Mike's response was tinged with a hint of surprise.
-We're just curious; you don't need to be so grumpy, y'know?- The girl's words carried a playful rebuke, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
-Jirou, would you please?- Said the tall girl to her friend, who seems to go by the name of Jirou.
With a gentle nudge from her friend, Jirou nodded in agreement, her response tinged with a hint of hesitancy.
-Alright, alright...- She acquiesced, her voice carrying a subtle note of resignation.
Mike looked away and pondered this invitation for a moment until he eventually acquiesced.
-Fine... I'll join you- He sighed, his voice carrying a mixture of reluctance and concession.
The tall girl beamed with delight as Mike agreed to join them, her voice carrying a note of excitement.
-Excellent! You can follow us then- She instructed, eagerly leading the way out of the classroom.
They navigated their way through the lively cafeteria, filled with students grouped together at various tables, engaged in lively conversations.
Jirou gestured towards a table near one of the large windows, her voice laced with a hint of familiarity.
-We usually meet here, just so you know-
Mike took his seat at the table, his gaze trailing over the items on the trays of the returning girls as they made their way back from the counter. They placed their food down and took their seats, their trays filled with a variety of lunch items.
Mike's gaze was fixated on their food.
-Damn, that looks tasty- Said the copy of Mike.
-You're not getting anything?- Said Jirou with a tilt of her head.
-I'm good- He insisted, his tone firm and leaving no room for further discussion.
Jirou's frown deepened as she expressed concern, offering to get something for him.
-You sure? I can get you something, you know?-
However, Mike brushed off her concern, adamantly stating:
-You don't have to worry about me, ok?-
The tall girl sighed with her eyes closed.
-...You didn't bring any food, did you?- She stated, a hint of concern in her demeanor.
-...How did you know?- Mike's surprise was palpable as he asked.
-The way you looked at our food and your expression when we asked if you brought any-
-It is quite obvious for those who know how to read people that you are starving to death at the moment- She said matter-of-factly.
Mike leaned back in his chair, his surprise evident at the girl's astute observation.
Jirou was equally taken aback, her expression mirroring Mike's surprise.
The tall girl spoke again, her words carrying a quiet wisdom as she remarked:
-Just because you messed up a simple task doesn't mean you have to punish yourself for it-
Jirou's frustration boiled over as she expressed her shock and irritation, her words escaping her mouth in a rush.
-What? So you just planned to starve because you didn't bring any food?-
-This is a goddamn cafeteria for a reason—you can just buy food here!-
Mike locked his gaze onto the tall girl, a slight frown pulling at his features.
A question escaped his lips, his head tilted to the side as he inquired:
-What's your name?-
-I already know yours cuz she said it before- He pointed at Jirou.
-I want to know your name- Pointing back at the tall girl.
-I'm sorry, how rude of me! I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, and this is my friend-
She pointed to the other girl, whose name was:
-Jirou, or Kyouka Jirou, but you already know that- She simply responded with a small wave, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
Mike nodded, making sure to add a mental note of their names, since he is prone to forget them.
-I think I already said my full name back there in the tests, but if you need a reminder...
My full name is Michael Miles... but just call me Mike for short-
Mike's words were matter-of-fact, his introduction simple yet carrying a sense of firmness.
A small smile appeared on Momo's face as Mike introduced himself.
-Well, it's nice to officially meet you, Mike- She said, her voice carrying a friendly tone, while Jirou nodded in agreement.
Jirou's voice cut through the air, her words carrying a firmness that left no room for argument.
-In any case, don't think you can evade eating!- She declared, her tone a mix of insistence and concern.
-Matter of fact, I'm going right now to grab you something- But before she could stand up, Momo placed a hand on her shoulder, gently stopping her.
-There's no need for that- Momo then proceeded to reach inside her shirt.
-You don't even know what he likes- Pulling an apple out of it and gracefully placing it in front of Mike.
Mike was confused as to where the apple came from.
He questioned if she just had an apple hidden there between her...
-Uhh...- Mike's confusion was palpable as he examined the apple, his eyes scrutinizing it as if testing its authenticity.
-Don't worry, that's a completely healthy apple I made- Momo reassured him.
-You made this?- Mike's question hung in the air as he queried Momo, his curiosity piqued.
-Oh yeah, you don't know about her quirk...-
-Basically she can create any object that she knows very well using the fat of her body-
Jirou stated, providing a straightforward explanation of Momo's ability.
-Y-you could've just said I create things...- Momo shyly glanced away, her hand covering her mouth as she murmured.
-Anything, really?- He asked.
-Well, yes, as long as I have a high understanding of its molecular structure- She clarified, her words echoing with confidence and knowledge.
Mike's gaze shifted to the apple; a new thought swiftly entered his mind.
-...even money?- He asked, his voice tinged with a mix of skepticism and intrigue.
-N-no!-
-...I-i mean yes, but umm... I can't... create things that would ruin the balance of society... I-if you get what I mean- Words carried a sense of caution and responsibility.
Jirou chimed in with a snarly tone.
-Yeah, so don't even think of asking her for spare change-
-I see... that's actually pretty cool...- Mike's response held a note of genuine curiosity.
-Well... if you truly said this one's healthy, then I'll believe you-
Both Momo and Jirou seemed visibly relieved as they watched Mike take a bite of the apple, their faces softening with a sigh of relief.
The conversation came to a lull, the bustling cafeteria noise filling the void.
The ambient sounds of chatter and clattering dishes became the background score to the unspoken thoughts of the three, their minds wandering to their own places.
-You're not very talkative are you?- Jirou said being the first to break the ice,a sly smile present on her face.
-very observant...- he said as he kept eating.
Jirou chuckles before continuing.
-You always look so serious too...and kind of grumpy-
Momo sighed softly, her eyes rolling slightly as she gently chided Jirou.
-Stop teasing him already-
Jirou's pout was a clear display of her playful nature, her rebuttal a mix of defensiveness and amusement.
-What? I'm just making a conversation- She added, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as her gaze returned to Mike.
Mike's copy materialized nearby, his words reverberating with a tone of light-hearted exasperation.
-What have I gotten myself into?-
Jirou chuckles lightly at his expression.
-You look annoyed don't you?-
Momo swats her friend playfully on the arm.
-Stop that! i can tell he doesn't like it- She scolds.
Jirou rolls her eyes, holding back another chuckle.
-I'm just having a little fun- She mumbles before shoving a piece of food in her mouth.
-At least try to be nice- Momo sighs.
Jirou shrugs.
-I mean...he seems not to care anyway- She says while gesturing a hand towards Mike.
Momo frowns.
-I still think is not nice to tease him- She mumbles quietly under her breath, earning another eye-roll from Jirou.
Mike couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the scene unfolding before him, a mixture of curiosity and amusement playing on his face.
The interaction between Jirou and Momo was both entertaining and a little bit baffling.
The banter between them, the reprimand from Momo, and Jirou's mischievous nature all added layers of complexity to their dynamics.
Mike found himself drawn into the exchange, his interest piqued by their contrasting personalities.
They sit in silence once again, before Jirou breaks the ice... again.
-I can tell you're not from around here-
-Where're you from then?- Momo shoots her a look but she remains silent.
-You're right, i'm not from around here-
-But ever since i had memory i lived here my entire life- Mike said.
Jirou's eyebrows furrowed in a mix of puzzlement and curiosity.
-Wait... You're saying you weren't born here, but you've lived here ever since you had memory?- -What does that even mean?-
Momo chimed in, her words carrying a sense of astute observation.
-It means, Jirou, that his parents probably traveled here when he was a baby and he was raised here, correct?-
-That's correct... I think- Mike nodded.
He couldn't remember the exact circumstances of his early childhood, but he knew that he had been here for as long as he could remember.
The details of his upbringing and the reasons for his family's move were hazy in his mind, adding to the mystery surrounding his past.
Jirou and Momo exchanged glances, the intrigue evident on their faces.
They silently agreed to let the matter go for now, understanding that Mike's memory might not provide a clear narrative of his past.
The girls shifted their focus back to the present, hoping to glean more insight into Mike's life through casual conversation.
-So then, *much* where are you from exactly?- she inquired, her words interrupted by a quick munch on her food.
-Kyouka, please~- She has a tired tone.
-That i won't say- He refused to share more.
Jirou frowns slightly -Oh, okay then- she returns to her original position.
Jirou's reaction was mixed with a hint of disappointment but also a touch of understanding.
-Aw, really?-
-Mhm- Mike simply nodded, his response brief.
Momo, ever the observer and mediator, interjected with a gentle request.
-Jirou, I think you've asked him enough questions. Let him have his secrets-
-Alright FINE, Mr. Mystery Man- She said before quickly stuffing her mouth.
-It is his privacy and he will choose if or if not to share- Momo reminded her once more.
-I get it ok!?- Jirou, seemingly resigning herself to respect Mike's choice, replied with her mouth full.
Momo let's out a soft sigh, glad that she finally decided to stop asking.
The conversation died as the trio finished their meals.
The noise of the cafeteria filled the air, providing a chaotic symphony of chatter and the clacking of chopsticks accompanied by the bites of apples.
They sat in comfortable silence, the sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch looming in the distance.
They don't know this, but Mike being in a room with this many people always makes his head picture endless scenarios of what will happen if he did something unexpected, inappropriate, evil, or any other thing that would put attention on him.
-What if right now i lifted this table up and threw it out the window?-
-What if i grabbed everyone's tables and threw them at that one cooking bot right there?-
-What if i threw myself out the window?-
-What if i threw the girls out the window?-
-What if i took a piece of paper, bring it to the stove on the kitchen and set those plants on fire?-
-What if i set the fire alarm?-
-What if i took all the food from that counter and started a food war right now?-
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-What if you shut up right now?- Murmured Mike to the copy of himself.
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Mike's thoughts and worries were momentarily interrupted as the bell rang, the loud tolling announcing the end of lunch.
The noise served as a fleeting distraction from his internal turmoil, the sound echoing in his ears and pulling him back to reality.
Momo quickly gathered her belongings, her words a reminder that class was about to start.
-Lets hurry, class will start soon- She stated before rising from her seat.
Jirou followed suit, casting a fleeting glance at Mike before heading to the cafeteria line to dispose of her tray.
Momo turned to Mike with a mild frown, her concern evident as he remained stationary.
-Are you coming? Class is about to start- She stated, a gentle urgency in her voice.
Mike's response was laced with a touch of reluctance, his words a muttered affirmation.
-*sigh*... yes- He said as he slowly stood up, his movements slow and deliberate.
Momo nodded and gestured for Mike to follow her lead as she started walking out of the cafeteria.
Jirou, slightly ahead of them, waited by the door, urging them to keep up with her.
-Hurry up, you two. We'll be late for class- She said as she tapped her foot impatiently.
Momo, ever composed, reassured Jirou with a calm wave of her hand.
-We'll make it in time, relax-
As Mike glanced back, his gaze met that of Aizawa, who noticed the fleeting moment of eye contact.
A subtle ripple of suspicion passed through Aizawa's mind, the feeling of something amiss growing stronger with each passing moment.
Inside the room, the majority of the class had already taken their seats, their voices blending into a chorus of chatter as they engaged in conversation with one another.
As Mike made his way into the room, he noticed a series of fleeting glances directed his way, only to be quickly averted when he looked back.
Jirou and Momo made their way to their respective desks, and Jirou shot Mike a knowing look as she settled into her seat.
Momo, ever the friendly soul, waved a small greeting at him, and he returned her gesture with a slight nod of acknowledgement.
A small smile graced Mike's lips, touched by Momo's respectful manner.
He made his way to the back of the classroom, taking his place at his desk.
The final bell echoed through the classroom, signaling the beginning of the class.
The chatter died down, and the students quickly found their seats, settling into silence.
Aizawa then strolled into the room, his expression stoic and his voice monotonous as he addressed the class.
-I see you all have taken the liberty to choose where you sit...- He stated, his words carrying a hint of subtle scrutiny.
Aizawa's voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a tone of mild indifference as he continued.
-Unfortunately for you, this is one of those occasions where you don't get any freedom at all-
He mused, his tone almost bored as he surveyed the class with his tired eyes.
The class looked around at each other, unsure of what this was all about. Some of them looked confused, while others looked a bit nervous.
Aizawa ambled over to his desk and picked up a clipboard containing a list of students' names, then indicated how this was gonna work.
-From where you stand, we're going to start at the top and work our way down, moving to your left until the fifth row...- He said, his words punctuated by the sound of paper rustling as he skimmed through the list.
-I'm gonna go 1 by 1- Aizawa responded.
Aizawa's voice echoed through the room as he called out the first name.
-Aoyama Yuga! You start by sitting on the top right- He stated, pointing to the designated seat.
Aoyama, a boy with a slim figure and sharp features, stood up from his seat and made his way to the seat indicated by Aizawa.
He took his place and sat down, a slight hint of nervousness on his face, but otherwise obedient.
-Next one is Ashido Mina-
Ashido, sporting her distinctive pink skin and vibrantly pink hair, rose from her seat in the third row and made her way to the seat designated for her.
Despite the unusual color of her complexion, she looked cheerful and friendly as she moved across the room.
-Asiu Tusyu-
Asiu, with her long black hair and amphibian-esque features, stood up and made her way to the seat indicated, her expression calm and stoic.
She didn't seem fazed by the new seating arrangement.
-Iida Tenya-
Iida, with his rigid demeanor and glasses sitting primly on his nose, stood up and made his way to the seat indicated by Aizawa.
His movements were precise and calculated, every step taken with a sense of purpose.
-That is the first row done. Let's keep moving- He said, his voice still carrying a hint of monotony.
-Uraraka Ochaco, Ojiro Mashirao, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro-
Each one settled into their respective seats on the second row, their faces betraying a mix of excitement and anxiety about the new change.
-Koda Koji, Sato Rikido, Shoji Mezo, Jiro Kyoka-
Koda, a shy guy with a love for animals, moved to his designated spot without a complaint.
Sato, a hefty boy with a sweet tooth, took his seat next to him.
Shoji, a boy with four extra sets of arms and a perpetual poker face, followed suit, along with;
Jiro, a girl with earlobes that looked a lot like earphones and a cool and collected demeanor.
Aizawa continued with his list, calling out the next set of names as the students moved to their assigned seats.
-Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shoto, Hagakure Toru-
Sero, a boy with tape dispenser-like elbows, took his seat.
Tokoyami, a boy with the head of a bird, settled in next to him.
Todoroki, a stoic boy with a unique two-tone hair color, took his seat without a hitch.
Lastly, Hagakure, a girl whose whole body was invisible, was already sitting where she needed to.
-Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku , Mineta Minoru, Yaoyorozu Momo-
Bakugo, a brash boy with blond hair, moved to his spot with his usual scowl.
Midoriya, a shy boy with green hair and a look of discomfort, took his spot beside him.
Mineta, a boy with purple grapes on his head and a perverted expression, looked rather pleased with his new seat.
Finally, Yaoyorozu, a girl with black hair, took her seat with elegance and grace.
Aizawa nodded in acknowledgment, signaling that the seating arrangement was complete.
-That's all five rows done- he stated, a hint of satisfaction in his voice as he surveyed the newly arranged classroom.
But then his gaze eventually settled on the lone person sitting at the back of the room.
It was Mike, the one one who he just can't read at all, and every action he takes could take a 180 at any moment.
A hint of suspicion flickered in Aizawa's eyes as he looked at the boy, contemplating his next move.
Aizawa's gaze narrowed as he looked at Mike, a hint of arrogance in his tone as he asked:
-... Is that really where you are planning to sit?-
The class turned to look at him, their attention focused on the back of the room.
Mike shrugged, his face impassive as he replied.
-Does it look like I have much of an option?-
-Besides, no one is really blocking my view anyway; it's just a great place to sit in- He said as he crossed his arms.
Aizawa paused for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he responded:
-...That is the worst place for one to sit-
Mike looked at him in skepticism, his expression challenging.
-Oh yeah? How so?- He questioned, his voice carrying a hint of defiance.
Aizawa's gaze grew more serious as he listed out the reasons for Mike's poor choice of seat.
-1. You are ruining the flow of the seating plan-
-2. You are blocking access to the back drawers and classroom closet for the people sitting to my left-
-And 3...- He said, his voice trailing off, leaving a tension-filled silence.
Aizawa's desire to expose Mike's apparent fraudulence was clearly palpable.
He wanted to tell him that this school didn't welcome those who just showed up and acted like they deserved to be there and that he should go home and never return.
But then he remembered how Mike had excelled on the test, scoring first in a group of students who had worked hard to pass the entrance exam and get into this prestigious school.
-And 3... Because I'm your Sensei and I say so- Aizawa finally stated, his voice authoritative and uncompromising.
Mike raised an eyebrow before saying:
-... Fine! ... Aizawa Sensei...-
-Where is it that I must go and place my desk where there isn't any space left that isn't back here?- Mike's voice carried a hint of sarcasm as he extended out his hands in an exaggerated gesture.
Aizawa's eye twitched slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose, but he kept his voice calm and even as he responded:
-Everyone in the fifth row aside from Yaoyorozu, I want you to move your desks 1 foot to the right of you-
Aizawa's voice cut through the tension as he directed the students in the fifth row to move their desks one foot to the right. The students grumbled in slight irritation at the disruption, but they quickly complied with his request. The sound of desks scraping across the floor echoed through the room as they moved.
-Midoriya and Mineta, move your desks 15 centimeters to your right-
The Mineta grumbled slightly as he shuffled hies desks into the new arrangement, with Midoriya just silently following the orders.
Bakugo, however, remained firmly in place, his arms crossed as he glared at Aizawa with a scowl.
-Only Mineta should move his desk 8 to his right-
The boy, clearly annoyed by the constant disruption, begrudgingly moved their desks into the new position.
-Don't you know how heavy these things are?- Mineta mumbled to himself.
-Now I want only Yaoyorozu to move her desk 1 foot to her right-
The girl let out a sigh, clearly growing increasingly frustrated with the constant shifting of desks. Nevertheless, she complied with the request and moved her desk to the left.
-There... there's your space (you arrogant child). Go on and sit next to her- He said, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of disdain for the boy's earlier attitude.
-Hn... clever- Mike said before standing up.
Aizawa watched with a hint of satisfaction as Mike effortlessly used his chains to maneuver his desk over to the newly allocated space next to Yaoyorozu.
The other students observed in surprise and amazement, some impressed by Mike's unique power and others perhaps slightly jealous.
After settling down next to her, Aizawa says:
-Now that we're through with that... This is how you're gonna sit from now on... no replanning or any of that nonsense, understood?-
The class nodded in understanding, some still muttering quietly about the unexpected seating arrangement. Mike, sitting next to Yaoyorozu, simply nodded his head as well, his expression unreadable.
-Good, let's start the class now- Aizawa nodded, satisfied that order had been restored.
Mike looked to his left, greeted by the sight of a very close Momo in proximity.
-Hi- Mike said jokingly.
-Err, hi- Her response was a bit nervous, her cheeks flushing slightly as she replied.
She was acutely aware of the physical proximity between them, having just shared a meal together at the cafeteria not too long ago.
Midoriya's voice rang out softly, trying to catch Mike's attention without drawing too much attention from others.
-Psst... Hey, Mike!- He whispered, leaning slightly towards him as he called out.
Mike turned his head right, looking past Mineta to see Izuku holding up Mike's handbag that he gave him earlier, shaking it to signal him to take it back.
-Oh yeah~... I forgot-
Mike then shot a chain to grab his bag, startling the young boy, with Mike making an OK sign with his hand towards him.
Midoriya jumped slightly, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the chain and the speed at which it grabbed hold of Mike's bag.
As the lecture goes on, Mike was beginning to get lost in his own thoughts, like he always does when he's not doing anything else...
Momo couldn't help but notice his distraction and felt a twinge of worry.
She turned around slightly to glance at him, seeing the far-off look in his eyes.
Playfully, she tapped his shoulder to catch his attention, hoping to bring him back to reality and remind him to pay attention.
With her eyes, Momo gently gestures for Mike to pay attention, hoping to snap him out of his reverie and focus on the class.
Mike nodded in understanding, his eyes fixing on the front of the room as he resumed listening to the lecture.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, the sounds of students bustling to pack up their belongings filled the room.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Mike packed up his things at a leisurely pace, his movements slow and relaxed.
Before Mike could leave the classroom, Momo approached him, catching his attention.
She appeared to want to talk to him, her expression somewhat serious.
-Mike, can I talk with you for a moment?-
-About what?- Mike asks back.
Jirou, who had been nearby, decided to approach Mike and Momo, chiming in on their conversation.
-Hey guy what you talkin' about here?- She said, her interest piqued.
-Well, uhh, I mean…-
Momo wasn't sure if it was ok for her to also listen, but she didn't press on it.
-Sure, I guess...-
With both of them intrigued by her, she began speaking.
-Mike... I don't think it was right for you to talk to the Sensei like that today...-
-Really? I thought it was kind of funny- Responded Jirou, a sly smile present on her face.
-Jirou!- Momo yelled at her.
-What? I mean, Mike was right. Even though he could've been blocking those drawers, who's even gonna use them anyway? Just keep everything in your backpack-
-No need for drawers- Jirou responded.
Momo shook her head, the irritation in her voice evident.
-That's not the point, Jirou. It's about respect-
-Mike shouldn't have talked back to Aizawa-sensei like that-
Jirou disregarded Momo's protests, her grip on Mike's shoulder firm as she offered her support.
-Don't listen to her, Mike; if you're in the right, then they shouldn't talk to you like that-
-You need to stand up for yourself-
Momo couldn't believe what she was hearing.
-Jirou, stop this! It's not about being right. It's about following the rules and showing respect to those who work hard for us to follow our dreams of becoming heroes!"
Momo tries to breathe, placing both of her palms together in front of her face.
-Look, just... I'll meet you outside, ok?-
Jirou nodded in acknowledgment, understanding the cue from Momo to back off for the moment.
-Alright, alright- She said while walking away.
-Don't be persuaded, Mike! You were totally cool defying the authority like that!-
She screamed at him before leaving the classroom.
Momo sighed heavily as Jirou walked away, her frustration palpable.
She turned her attention back to Mike, her voice more composed but still firm.
-Mike, I... we need to talk-
-Look, I get it... respect and all that, but what did you wanted me to do? There was no space anywhere beside back there and this guy treated me like I don't deserve some respect either!-
Momo took a deep breath, trying to retain her patience.
-I understand your frustration, Mike. But you can't talk back to Aizawa-sensei like that-
-There might have been a different way to handle the situation-
-The moment's gone, Momo; we both will learn to be better from now on... unless he just chooses not to, then I'll keep being like that to him until he learns not to be that way... treat how you want to get treated... as I always say- Mike made his point clear.
Momo shook her head, clearly disagreeing with Mike's perspective.
-That's not how it should be, Mike. You can't demand respect by being disrespectful yourself-
-And don't you think that maybe it was you who made the mistake by being stubborn and talking back to Aizawa-sensei in the first place?-
-Oh, now you're saying it was my fault?- Said Mike back, slightly offended.
Momo sighed in frustration... again.
-I'm not blaming you for everything, Mike. But you could have handled the situation better- -Aizawa-sensei was just trying to give you a seat that would correspond with his planning but you started arguing with him and talking back. That's just disrespectful-
-Besides, why did you have to bring a desk yourself?-
-Shouldn't the school have already planned out a seat for you?- Momo asked.
-What the fuck do I know?-
-If you want to complain about that, do it to the school faculty or whatever-
-I just came here, and I needed a desk- Mike replied.
Momo couldn't believe how stubborn Mike was being.
-Mike, the school is doing the best it can with the resources it has, it's not like they can plan out everything perfectly for every student-
-Sometimes accidents happen, and students end up in the wrong seat or don't have a desk-
-That doesn't give you the right to be disrespectful and talk back to Aizawa-sensei-
Mike grabs his handbag and stands up.
-Listen, Momo... If you're gonna question the ways of my behavior and its flaws, then feel free to do so. I am no one to tell you what or what not to do... but just so you know...-
Mike then gets on his tippy toes to face her directly.
-Neither can you- He said in a gentle yet imposing voice before storming out to the exit.
Momo stands there, stunned, as Mike storms out of the classroom.
She couldn't believe that he had just spoken to her like that.
A mix of anger and frustration coursed through her. She clenched her fists, trying to calm herself down.
But before she could compose herself, her thoughts raced back to Mike's last words. 'Neither can you.'
His gentle yet commanding tone reverberated in her mind, leaving her feeling conflicted.
She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the emotional turmoil she was experiencing.
-Damn it, Mike... I'm just trying to help you...-
