Mha Oneshots

Chapter Four Eijirou Kirishima

"Hey, wake up." I groaned and rolled over, pulling my blanket farther over my head and snuggling into it.

"Babe, cmon. It's time for class, we'll be late." A hand shook my shoulder.

"Eiji! Seriously, you're cute and all, but we don't have time for this!" I finally sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily.

"Late o'clock." I rolled my eyes and dragged myself out of bed.

"I'm leaving right now so that we don't get there at the same time. Everyone has already left. Good luck." She pressed a kiss to my lips and slipped through the door.

I blinked a few times before continuing my hunt for my uniform.

"You're late." An annoyed voice chastised me from the floor.

I looked down and apologized to my teacher.

"I don't care. Sit down."

I made my way to my seat and got my notebook and a pencil out. I looked up to see what we were learning about to find a pair of eyes looking at me from across the room.

I smiled and winked. She returned it and blushed. Cute. I glanced around to make sure no one saw. I was met with a different pair of eyes. These were accusatory and curious. I gulped and started taking notes to avert my gaze.

After a nerve wrecking morning, the bell for lunch rang. I gathered my stuff and bolted for the door to avoid a certain person. I wasn't fast enough.

A hand locked onto my arm and yanked me down the hall, away from the rest of the class. A couple looked in our direction when I shrieked in an unmanny fashion.

"What the fuck was that?" Bakugo demanded when we were out of earshot.

"Nothing. I mean, I don't know what you're talking about." I sweated nervously.

"You're a terrible liar, you fucking idiot. What the fuck were you thinking, making gooey eyes at her of all people? You're gonna get yourself murdered or expelled. Or both."

I sighed and looked down.

"How long has this shit been going on?"

I mumbled the answer.

"What? Spit it out."

I hesitated. "Couple months."

"How many months?"

I grimaced. "Like... five....?"

"Oh, that's not too bad -"

"Plus seven." I cut him off.

There was a large silence.

"WHAT THE FUCK. HOW ARE YOU TWO STILL ALIVE!? YOU'RE TOO FUCKING LUCKY FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. A FUCKING YEAR!?"

I shrunk back. "Yeah..."

"What kind of idiot fools around with Aizawa Shota's daughter?"

"What's going on?" We both whipped around at the voice.

Bakugo grimaced. "Speak of the devil, and she shall appear."

She made a face and flipped him off, which he returned with a terrifying smile.

"He found out." I blurted out.

Her eyes shot over to me.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! Why would it be my fault! It could've been yours!"

"I doubt it, now answer my question."