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IV

Monoma woke me up at fucking five in the morning talking about 'well this is the time I wake up.' we don't gotta be at school untill fucking 8am.

So at 6:30 I was already showered, and clothed. Who in their right fucking minds wakes up willingly at five in the morning knowing you still have three more hours. Come on now.

"You look horrible." The audacity of this man to insult me after waking me up at five in the morning. I watched Monoma pull out his phone and take a picture of me. Just violate me. Alright... This dude is casually just rubbing gels and liquids on his face.

"Your rich, fancy ness. No wonder you have no pores. Your skin care takes up your whole morning."

Monoma stuck his tongue out at me.

He was in front of this giant mirror, with a bubble arm chair.

He also has an entire silk bed set. A teal bed set made out of silk.

I'm glad I saw this crackhead sitting by a tree.

I laid down on his bed. Enjoying the cold. "So what the hell was wrong with you yesterday? Did something happen during hero training?"

Oh. Right, "I guess something happened during training.. it just upset me, I'm fine though. I'll get over it" Monoma hummed at my response.

We hung out a while longer before starting to walk to school. We got on the train, choosing the only two open seats.
•
When we got there, there were so many people. For what?

A reporter came up to me putting a microphone in my face. "Hey you! Can you tell me what it's like to have all might as a mentor?!"

She would not stop pushing this spit filled, ass microphone in my face. "I'd appreciate it if you could move?"

She was saying a whole lot in a little bit of time. I couldn't even understand her. "Like I said. I'd appreciate it, if you could move before I move you myself."
•
She moved alright.

Aizawa sensei stepped onto his podium thingy. "Decent work on yesterday's combat training you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results."

He paused. "Bakugo, you're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay."

"Yeah whatever." I heard Katsuki mumble. "And older Midoriya. "I watched Izuku tense up. "I see the only way you won is by messing up your arm.. again."

"Work harder." Sensei's voice went stricter. "And don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk. That lines already getting old."

Oh my goddd. This is so boring. "You cannot keep breaking your body while training here. But your quirk will be really useful. that is if you can get a handle on it."

I watched Izuku smile, "so show a little urgency, huh?"

"Younger Midoriya, I must say that your technique appears well-planned. It's evident you've been paying well attention in science class throughout the years, to learn more about your quirk and exploring various applications for it. However, sending yourself as bait may not always give same anticipated results."

Yeah, yeah whatever. I know I did good; you just don't want to say that or whatever.

"Let's get down to business now. Our first task will decide your future." I could feel the air get tense. "You all need to pick a class representative." The air tensity loosened back up.

"Pick me guys! I wanna be a class rep!" I heard Kirishima yell. "I'll take it!" I heard Kaminari say. "Yeah, you're gonna need me" Jiro spoke. "Someone with sty-" "I'm totally the right pick!" Mina interrupted Aoyama.