#the coloring hopefully isn't too terrible when i look at it again in the morning

[thisguyilike]

1.1 Green Bag Guy

Emmy has never experienced a love life. At least in this life. Yet. Hopefully, that will be bound to change as soon as she transfers to her new school. Birk High, famed for its indescribable obsession with perfecting a student's interests and basketball scholarships. The only big difference was the excitement that breathes through the school and the good canteen food. Honestly, it is only because it is fried that it's good. Highly recommend spring rolls. And the curry puffs. Anyway, this would be the supposed school life that would bring the zest and zeal into Emmy's high school musical.

Being a transfer student was supposed to be cool. For the record, only Emmy thought of it as cool. Someone completely new drops into this totally foreign environment where everyone knows one another long enough to have a matching tattoo of each other's favorite Disney movies, how terribly outcasted can you possibly be?

Surprisingly, Emmy fitted in perfectly the moment she stepped into Birk High. At least in this life. For now.

"I wonder if Disney will sue them for having their entire franchise tattooed onto their bodies," she thinks to herself and snickers shamelessly at her own joke. She takes a quick peek out of her window seat as if to mimic a certain romance cliché; maybe she'll fall in love at first sight. Unfortunately, unlike your typical fantastical works of fiction, the view Emmy has from her window seat was just a bunch of withering trees and rotting dead leaves. Dendrophilia isn't really her thing, and she definitely stays out of being attracted to the dead. She appreciates that at the least, the girl that will be sitting next to her is easy on the eyes. 

Despite having wonderfully charming and beautiful friends, there is still something missing. Emmy is straight, like her friend Celeste's hair. Except her natural kinked curls came back last week after having it straightened for barely a day. All of this is unrelated to Emmy's strange passion for watching students enter the school premises. It is a daily habit for her to leave the classroom and to the corridor to stare at random students coming into the school grounds.

"When the hell's he gonna get here," whispers Emmy, her eyes scanning out of the corridor windows. Her gaze lands on the hunched student with his eye-blinding, neon-green bag. "Oh, there he is. How can I ever miss him?"

For the first few weeks of her transfer, she began subconsciously watching the guy. It was too easy to recognize him from the crowd because of his brightly colored bag. She has no idea who he is, and whether he appreciates being stalked every early morning at exactly 8am. Her mind mulls over a series of meandering thoughts. The guy with the green bag never fails to look like his arse is constipated.  He hunches, and he never smiles. His bangs grew so long she could barely make up his face. The way he walks is strangely silly too. Nothing too interesting. Definitely not her taste in guys. 

It is too bad she would never get a chance to speak a word to him. At least at this second. Till the future.

"Hey! What're you doing?" The girl with naturally curly hair pops up beside her. There was barely any need for Emmy to be distracted from her stalking.

"I'm looking at that green guy Celeste," Emmy replies, never taking her eyes off the poor guy.

"You really like looking at that guy, huh?" Celeste sets herself in Emmy's shoes, watching as he once again gets told off by the discipline teacher, Mr. Sowp, for being late again. "He has a name, you know."

"Actually, I don't know," Emmy states in an obvious manner.

"From what I've heard from Hyde, his name is Tea," Celeste says, mentioning that other guy she has been friends with for years. Emmy hears stories about him very often from Celeste. She could almost practically call him her own best friend with how much she knew about his past. "Why don't you talk to him if you're so interested?"

"...probably not," Emmy winces at the thought. She might die of embarrassment he ever found out about her illegal birdwatching, except he is the bird.

"Do you like him then?" Celeste asks. "You kept your distance from Wade when you liked him."

"Don't even mention that name! He's so annoying! I never actually liked him okay?!" Emmy retorts in response to her silly comment. It was the only thing she said that made Emmy turn her head. "I don't actually like Wade, okay? It was a false alarm!! Just like how I don't like this guy! Tea, right?!"

"Hm, touché," Celeste says, puffing one side of her cheek. "By the way, we have tryouts tonight. We promised Ana so, don't forget."

"I won't I won't! She'd have me dead on the stage if I forgot," Emmy gestures her hand for her to leave.

"I'll head back to class then," She turns her heel to leave. "I guess you can have fun staring at him?"

"Thank you for your input Celeste," Emmy slumps her arms grumpily against the windowsill.

A romance story. Emmy had always kept the belief that romance isn't her forte, and especially not for the guy that she's been observing for weeks. He is a wallflower that speaks little to none, while she is someone that chatters at every second she could. He wears a permanent frown like his best pair of jeans while she is always laughter and gags whenever she is with friends. All in all, she's never even met him.

Her thoughts get rudely interrupted by the school bell.

"Well, guess I'll use the BETTER toilet before class starts," Emmy speaks loudly to herself, leaving her post to the restrooms downstairs. It is only her own preference to choose the toilet downstairs. There was also this rumor about ghosts in the female restroom on the first floor, but it was only just a silly rumor. She quickly scurries down the stairs upon being in the vicinity of the sacred non-ghost toilet. Her adrenaline and fear take over her involuntarily, charging into the preferred toilet only to headbutt someone on the way.

And there he was. Her emo green bag guy, right in the flesh. Maybe it's a little creepy claiming another human being like that.

"Um, I'm so sorry, Tea!!" She apologizes nervously. He hardly flinched when she assaulted him with her thick head. He towers over her, barely. Actually, they were almost the same height. It seems Emmy had greatly overestimated his physique. She begins to stare at him rudely, which surprisingly he gives little to no care about.  All she could think about is his ability to look creepy, angry, distant, daunting, and awkward at the same time. Her brain takes no sweat to convince her a quiet, harmless guy like him is obviously a thug. It definitely would have been disastrous if she had caused him to fall on the wet toilet floor. 

"It's okay," He says, attempting to leave the premises. She notices that he took extra caution not to make contact with her upon leaving the narrow walkway. She hates to admit that the supposedly haunted female bathroom was less claustrophobic. Only then did she realize something was certainly wrong.

"By the way," Emmy squints as she starts to speak. "Why are you in the girl's toilet?" 

He halts, turning around to meet her judging eyes.

"Huh, that... explains a lot," He furrows his eyebrows as if she was the one inside the male's restroom instead. He steps aside and towards the door frame. He examines the pink door sign and holds his head with one hand. "Sorry about that, I'll take my leave now. Have a good day. Goodbye."

"Seriously?!" Emmy exclaims. He looks back to her with a dead stare, only for him to just leave the spot and go on his merry way. The guy she has been stalking, the guy she grew comfortable watching, reduced to an exceptionally negligent pervert. No words can describe her indescribable feeling of humiliation. She slaps her cheeks with all her might. "Why the hell are my cheeks so warm?! Stop!"

It seems to her that she has found someone who completely exceeds her expectations, which of course, will be the zest and zeal to her high school spectacle.

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[iznsfw]

Can you do a cheating fic? Either idol cheats on reader or idol cheats with reader. You may not do so if you find it uncomfortable hahaha.

Competition

IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

Categories: cheating, degrading

I enjoyed writing this haha! I hope you guys aren't too tired of the Kangbi smuts. If you are, don't worry; Yuri is next. Maybe. I don't know, just enjoy.

"Why don't you just leave him?"

"Are you crazy? You know I can't do that!"

Hyewon shuts her phone off in frustration, slamming it down onto the comforter. Her mind is filled with both nothing and everything at the same time, rambling with thoughts of her terrible boyfriend, his blunt text messages, and just how he is the embodification of everything twisted and ugly.

Okay, that might be too harsh. But who cares? If she doesn't get a little danger from him, it's over.

"Well, if you're not gonna leave him," Eunbi says matter-of-factly to her, pulling the comforter up to her lap, "you'll just keep having to put up with him. There really isn't a bright side unless you tell him it's over."

Hyewon's phone almost slips off the bed because of the movement of the comforter. Fortunately, her quick instincts let her catch it just before it hits the bedroom floor. Once she brings it up to the bed again, she switches it on. The screen opens up to your boring messages.

"Just come read this," Hyewon complains. She continues in a mocking voice, "'Oh okay have fun babe! Haha! I'll bring you flowers when you get home'. What am I, a medieval princess?"

"Sounds to me that you're just ungrateful."

"He's just so boring!" Hyewon says, throwing her arms up in the air.

Guilt brims in her heart sometimes when she thinks of her boyfriend. Her kind, loving, sweet boyfriend. He is always making sure she's home safe, calling her whenever she's hanging out with Eunbi, sending her "good morning" texts. He doesn't deserve her at all; he's such a perfect boyfriend.

But perfect is boring. Hyewon wants something daring, something risky. He can't give that to her.

"I gotta find dangerous good dick," she decides. "Should I find a guy to fuck me or something? Or should I just go on Tinder again?"

Eunbi looks at her friend with slight concern. She bites her fingernail curiously, studying Hyewon's pretty face as her ears go deaf to the endless complaints.

She really doesn't understand why Hyewon hates her boyfriend; he seems like a really nice guy.

But then again, Hyewon doesn't like that. Hyewon likes risky things.

And occasionally, pussy.

Why do you think Eunbi's in her bed right now?

Hyewon has been cheating on you with Eunbi for months on end. You're stupid enough to believe that she's just extremely good friends with her. Simillarly, Eunbi has no idea what's going on with you and Hyewon either. All she knows is she likes it when Hyewon puts her tongue inside her.

She's been staring at her for too long that the latter has stopped talking and glares at her. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Well maybe if you talked less and started touching me I'd listen to you."

"What was that?" asks Hyewon, narrowing her eyes at the leader.

Silence. As expected.

Eunbi's ears turn red. "Nothing."

"That's what I thought. Now tell me what I should do."

"Kiss me?" Eunbi asks hopefully.

"You're not getting any of that. My lap. Now."

Eunbi gulps down the lump in her throat and climbs onto Hyewon's lap, stomach down. When she feels her pull down her flimsy skirt, she already knows what's going to happen.

+

"Happy birthday, Kwon Eunbi!"

You join your girlfriend Hyewon in surprising the leader at her house. The very moment Eunbi comes home from a long day at work, the two of you surprise her with a cake, colorful balloons, and gifts on a table.

Wow, you say to yourself. Hyewon really went all out on the decorations.

As requested, you film the whole scene on your phone. Though everything is loud because of the loud chants of the "Happy Birthday" song from the other girls and the praises showered on the birthday girl, you perfectly capture Eunbi's happy beam and the cheerful, noisy mood that envelopes the room.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!" Chaeyeon urges.

Eunbi puts her hands together and shuts her eyes firmly, then blows out the candles.

An eruption of cheering explodes through the room. Chaeyeon, Yena, and Sakura all scramble in your way to hug Eunbi.

"Happy birthday, unnie!" Yena says, smothering Eunbi's dark hair with kisses. "Hyewon unnie prepared all this for you!"

"Aww, she did?"

"Of course she did!"

Eunbi looks at Hyewon with disbelief. "You did?"

"Didn't hear it the first time, babe?" is the answer.

An unexpected pang of jealousy stabs your heart from just hearing the exchange. Hyewon has never called you pet names! But here she is, freely calling her best friend that.

You watch as Hyewon wraps a free arm around the leader and kisses her forehead. She then asks her quiet, concerned questions as she thumbs some icing off the birthday cake and offers it to the latter's mouth.

She's just a friend, right?

Right?

You feel a little empty just watching them. You're her boyfriend! Shouldn't she be treating you as so?

Or is it all just your usual jealousy like she always tells you?

"Hey, oppa!"

You see Sakura skip over to you. Her pink hair flows in the air as she goes to you. Her arm is wrapped around one of Eunbi's unopened gifts, another one from…guess who? You're right! Hyewon! Again.

"Hi, Kkura," you say blankly.

"What's with the long face?"

You watch Chaeyeon and Yena bid the other girls goodbye before Hyewon and Eunbi excitedly pile into the other room to open presents.

You sigh.

"Oh nothing, just…relationship issues."

"Aww, it's okay," Sakura comforts you, patting your shoulder. "I'm good with that kind of problem. Just spill."

You hesitate for a moment. Can you really trust Sakura with your problems? What if she tells someone and they laugh over it before bedtime?

But her genuine concerned face and her massaging hand help you decide that you should fess up. Hyewon wouldn't hear anyway; she's in the other room with Eunbi.

"Oh, alright."

Sakura beams. She's always happy to help. She goes over to the long table topped with food and gifts and sits on it, hands wrapped around the edges as she swings her legs. She's ready to listen.

Okay. Here it goes.

"Well . . . you know how Hyewon isn't the talking touchy type?" you begin. "Like, she never tells me she loves me unless it's over text and doesn't even like to kiss me?"

"I guess."

"But you see how she's always like that with Eunbi. She kisses her, hugs her, calls her all those pet names she never calls me. Hell, she even forgot my own birthday! And now I see her preparing the biggest party I've ever seen for a 'friend'."

You stress the last word of your rant. You did so because it's quite unbelievable that you're still calling Eunbi a friend of Hyewon when they might as well be a married couple in the honeymoon phase.

Sakura nods understandingly, a sign for you to continue talking.

"And she's always spending time with her," you go on. "Whenever I tell Hyewon I wanna go on a date, she says, 'Oh, sorry, I have a girls' night with Eunbi.' It's like that every-fucking-time! Should I be suspicious?" You throw your hands up in frustration, slumping against the wall and sliding down to the floor. You place your head into your hands.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment. Though you feel the weight on your shoulders you have never realized was there fade, you also feel it go to your heart instead. Your chest is so tight with jealousy that you can't even breathe properly. You massage your head with your fingers to try to calm down.

Sakura hums thoughtfully. "Have you considered talking to Hyewonie about it?"

"How can I when she's always—"

"Ah!"

You look up at Sakura questioningly, thinking it was she who responded with an unfitting moan. But when you do, she looks equally taken aback.

The two of you look around the room curiously. When you look back at each other, both of your faces hold the same expression that, if translated into proper words, is: "What the hell was that?"

Then another sound. Then another.

Yeah, that was definitely a moan. And definitely coming from the other room.

Sakura hops off the table and grabs your wrist.

"Now I know that wasn't a m—"

"Shhh!"

You and Sakura carefully tiptoe to the door of the second room. As you approach it, the sounds only get louder. Your fingers are cold just from thinking of what you'd find in there.

Sakura presses her ear to the door. You know she regrets doing that because the size her eyes grew to after doing shows you the pure shock she feels. Sakura then carefully places her hand on the doorknob, testing to see if it's locked, then swings the door open.

The soft moan quickly turns into a strangled gasp of surprise.

You swear that in that moment your heart has shoved its way to your throat.

Sakura's hand slaps to her mouth.

There, in that small room, is Hyewon with her hand wrapped firmly around Eunbi's wrists, bending the leader down on the table while she fucks her at an incredible pace with a strap-on secured around her waist.

"Oh my god," you say.

Eunbi whines in surprise at the abrupt pairs of eyes watching. She tries to speak up, but her words keep getting cut off by her moans. "Hye—Hyewon—"

But Hyewon doesn't stop. You bet that she isn't even shocked. When she lifts her head and sees you and Sakura in the room, she grins cruelly, and only quickens the speed of her thrusts.

You don't know if you should cry, laugh, or leave. Maybe all at the same time? You have no idea what to do. I mean, what is the proper reaction to seeing your girlfriend strapping down her "best friend"?

"Hyewon! What the hell!" you manage to say.

"Oh hey there," she replies, waving at you in the most casual way. "Saku-chan and…the guy."

"I'm not gonna stay here for this," says Sakura, putting her hands up in defeat and shaking her head. You could almost hear her mind glitch. She rushes out of the room, dashing for the front door.

No! She shouldn't have left! How are you going to deal with this by yourself?

But you know how to:

Turn back to the scene in front of you. Then you should tell Hyewon that you two are over. She's been bullshitting you for so long, and it's only now that you're seeing what she's doing. She's been taking you for granted your whole relationship and fucking a girl behind your back. You should leave.

But your feet are glued to the floor. You can't look away.

You just keep watching Hyewon strap down Eunbi while the leader moans and writhes under each thrust.

Eunbi squeals. Her moans are high-pitched and gaspy. "Hyewon—Hyewon-ah—"

"Why are you doing this?" you ask Hyewon. Your words are laced with shock.

"I'll put this in the kindest way possible: you don't know how to fuck."

"That isn't a good enough reason! You've been lying to me this whole time!"

"It is a good reason!" Hyewon contradicts with a laugh. "You're so pathetic that even I could do better."

You still don't see reason. "Hyewon—"

"Do you see how I keep this bitch wrapped around my finger?" She gestures to Eunbi shaking beneath her. She thrusts her hips harder, each rough thrust evoking a loud wail from the girl. "And you? You couldn't even put your dick in me without blowing for a second."

Her words sting, but you try not to break. You know that she's trying to get to you. But you fire back nevertheless.

Maybe your fire isn't hot enough. Your response is a weak: "How do you know?"

"Look at her. Look at how she's screaming from a fake dick."

You do what she says. Despite your strong will not to be fooled by her again, you can't help but see what she means.

Eunbi is crying, real tears rolling down her pretty face, babbling and yelping from each thrust. Wetness drips down her quivering thighs.

Have you ever made Hyewon moan like that?

She smirks. "See? I can fuck a girl better than you."

"O-Oh yeah?"

Your girlfriend—or should you say ex-girlfriend?—raises her eyebrows in slight surprise. She obviously didn't expect you to dare sass her.

But she also sees a challenge in the works. She flashes you a smug smile, pausing the merciless thrusts for a second much to Eunbi's relief. Eunbi's legs quiver and she almost collapses to the floor if it weren't for the girl on top quickly grabbing her hips.

My god, you say to yourself. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

"Alright, mister 'Oh yeah?'." Hyewon steps away from Eunbi. "Have a go at her and we'll see."

Wait, what the hell?

You're unsure of this. You're supposed to be telling Hyewon that you're officially breaking up with her, then go home to cry and eat baked garlic bread. This is not what's supposed to happen.

But as you stare at the whimpering Eunbi bent down on the table, your mind tempts you to make another terrible decision. You wonder what it is about this girl that is so good that it made Hyewon cheat on you.

Let's find out, you decide. What's the harm?

Unbuckle your belt and your jeans, letting them pool at your ankles on the floor. You are surprised to see your dick fully hard; maybe this little cheating session of Hyewon can work out.

You shuffle towards Eunbi, nervously setting your hands on her hips. Try not to let everyone see how badly your hands are shaking.

Your whole system just shuts down. You don't understand; you've done this multiple times with Hyewon before and with a few other girls, but you feel like it's your first time all over again.

"Well?" Hyewon prompts. "Aren't you gonna start?"

The switch is back on. Accordingly, you align your hips with Eunbi's and gently push your erection into her.

Fuck, she's tight, you say to yourself, trying not to groan. Maybe this is why Hyewon likes Eunbi so much.

Eunbi's body shivers as her walls try to accomodate you. A soft whine is elicited from her when you thrust into her.

"Birthday girl's so noisy," Hyewon says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. She effortlessly pulls off the dildo from the strap-on belt and shoves it in Eunbi's mouth. The leader gags, choking on the fake dick as Hyewon mercilessly shoves it over and over into her throat.

Damn, you think, Hyewon is rough. Maybe she does dick down a girl better than you.

You shake your head. No. You should win this competition, especially since it is the last messing-around you'll ever do with her. You should make the most of it.

Thrust your hips into Eunbi messily, savoring the pleasure of her tightness. It's difficult to move; she's clenching too hard. But the wetness that is evoked from every thrust makes it easier to stretch her walls to fit your cock, though it just seems like she's built to milk every bit of cum out of you.

"Fuck," you groan, tightening your jaw. You piston in and out of the trembling girl as fast as you can. Even a millisecond that isn't one spent inside her tight pink pussy is like hell to you, and you want to stay in heaven forever.

Eunbi's gasps and shrills that send blood rushing to your cock are like God's blessinfs to you although you're sure you don't deserve it. What you're doing is very far from holy.

A scream cuts through the air as Eunbi orgasms for…she doesn't know. She has lost count with all the ones with Hyewon, but she's sure it's the first one she's experienced with you.

Euphoric pleasure runs through her veins; her body shakes and spasms involuntarily, her cries louder than ever. You feel more of her delicious wetness on your dick slathering it from tip to base.

Holy fuck.

Pleasure makes every inch of your body heat up. Not allowing Eunbi even a minute of rest, you fuck her hole with the purpose of seeing it squirt arousal, and how it stretches to fit you.

"You're having too much fun with her," Hyewon snarls. She shoves the dildo in Eunbi's mouth just deep enough for her to cough and gag, then swiftly removes it with a pop. "Who fucks you better, baby?"

"M-Mmph! He…he stretches me"—her eyes squeeze shut while another orgasm quickly follows with the one she's just had—"ah! Better! Ah, faster, please!"

A surge of pride fills your chest. You win this sexual rivalry after all. Obeying Eunbi's pleads, you angle your thrusts up so your dick rubs her sensitive spots and yours. She squeals loudly, exhausted tears running down her pale cheeks.

Hyewon huffs her own bangs from her face, rolling her eyes. "Oh, alright."

But her tone is not of defeat. It's filled with steady, threatening dominance that scares even you. Eunbi's eyes grow large with both fear and tears as Hyewon fucks the dildo further into her small mouth. The thing is too large even for her. It creates a visible imprint in her throat that is just enough for your mind to create the image of it being yout own dick that's she's gasping on.

"There, you filthy bitch." Hyewon tugs back Eunbi's long black hair hard enough for it to hurt to harshly shove the dildo continuously into her mouth. "You say you like his dick so much but here you are, choking on another cock like a fucking slut. Weren't you the little bitch screaming when I fucked you with this too? Came five times in five minutes? So pathetic."

Saliva rolls down the sides of Eunbi's face. The combination of a cock being forced into her too-small mouth and merciless fucking of a big dick into her hole is too much even for her. She wails when she cums again, coughing and choking on the dildo and trying to withstand your endless thrusts.

The gagging and sobbing moans continue to echo in the room, and each one motivates you to pick up the pace. You could feel your own orgasm approaching.

In the last few seconds, you think of Hyewon. You think of how she cheated and hurt you, never appreciating whatever you've done for her or loved you in any way. You think of how she cheated on you with the girl you're fucking right now, and can't help but see why she did so: the natural submissiveness that comes to Eunbi, that pretty fucking face and that tight sensitive pussy.

But it doesn't matter. Eunbi's noises of pleasure fuelling you, you drain every bit of anger, frustration, and cum in your system into the leader. You use her as much as you like just as Hyewon used you. Watering down a beautiful girl to a mess of screams and moans and wails.

"Fuck."

You grab onto her hips with newfound strength and fuck into her wildly. She's clinging onto your dick too tightly yet too perfectly. The sensation of her squeezing down onto you every two seconds is something you wish to feel with every breath you take.

"Ahhhh!"

You and Eunbi come at the same time. Her tight cunt serves as a warm, perfect place to fuck your cum and her dripping arousal into. Semen spurts into her hole, but also spills out of it. You try to fuck it back inside, causing Eunbi to squeal loudly.

You slow down, her weak quivering legs stop shaking, and her last incoherent gasps fill the air. "H-Hnghh! Oh! Ah… "

Hyewon carefully slips the dildo out from her mouth, then leans down to leave a brief kiss on the swollen lips. Eunbi tries to return it, but she's still catching her breath. She gasps and pants loudly, savoring the oxygen she's been improperly deprived of during the rough session.

"Good girl," Hyewon cooes. Eunbi makes a noise of exhaustion and slight happiness caused by the approval.

Hyewon rises from her position again. She gives you a smug smile.

"She's tight, isn't she?" Her eyes gesture to the panting, exhausted girl bent over on the table.

You can't help but nod in agreement.

"You like her pussy?"

Another nod.

"Good, because you're not getting any of her anymore."

What the fuck?

"Come on, Eunbi. Thattt a girl." Hyewon pulls Eunbi up from the table. Your cock sadly says goodbye from between Eunbi's shaking thighs stained with semen and her own wetness.

Hyewon lifts the tired girl over her shoulder and grins at you again.

You're getting tired of seeing that annoying smile. The anger that returns to you as quickly as before helps remind you what your heart was originally supposed to do.

"You're an asshole, Kang Hyewon."

"Aww, that hurt." Hyewon mocks a pout. "Nice try, but I can still dick a girl down better than you. Here's a memento, though!"

She throws the used dildo at you. While she leaves the room with a panting Eunbi slung over her shoulder like a backpack, the dildo hits you square in the face.

So much for fair competition.

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CHAPTER 10:

"You look nice, Deku" Uraraka smiled, her hands held behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet in a childish manner, looking at her green haired friend. "Is there anyone in particular you're trying to impress?" she gave him a knowing look that Izuku stuttered and blushed to.

"No! O-of course not" he immediately denied and averted his eyes when that only seemed to make Uraraka's smirk widen. Izuku knew he was a terrible liar and Uraraka could be very scary sometimes. "But um, hypothetically speaking.. if I /were/ trying to impress someone- which I'm not- but hypothetically speaking do you think they'll.. you know. Be impressed? Hypothetically."

Uraraka looked her friend up and down. Izuku's fashion sense has definitely improved since the beginning of their first year. Both Tsuyu and herself had made sure to teach Deku and Todoroki a thing or two about dressing themselves since they were completely clueless sometimes. Midoriya was wearing brown, cuffed corduroy pants with a forest green oversized short sleeve button up, a lighter green long sleeve underneath that to create layers. The red shoes were never going away though and Uraraka gave up in trying to get him to wear another pair of shoes. He looked good and Uraraka noticed how his hair was a bit neater too so he obviously put a bit of extra effort into trying to style his curls. In fact, looking around the common room it seemed that Deku wasn't the only one who put a little extra effort into their appearance today. Half the boys there looked like they were going off to a party instead of a casual class outing. Even Iida looked like he was trying out a new hairstyle. No glasses either.

"Umm, Uraraka-san?" Izuku waved his hand in front of the girl's face to get her attention. She zoned out for a bit there and she blinked, turning to face him again.

"Oh, right! Well, /hypothetically speaking/ right?" she smiled and he nodded, "I think they'll be very impressed." Deku beamed and her eyes shifted to Todoroki who was just arriving downstairs. "Oh, look! There's Todoroki-kun. Let's go talk" she grabbed Deku's hand in hers and took him with her. He looked very good! Todoroki's aesthetic was more of a simplistic/classy style with neutral colors. This time he decided to switch it up and was wearing a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, loose fitting pale blue and white striped dress shirt over that. He had black jeans and white sneakers too. He looked very good. "Oooo~ is there anyone /you're/ trying to impress, Todoroki-kun?" Ochako teased.

"Yes."

Ochako didn't expect such a direct answer but giggled anyway at her blunt friend. Deku on the other hand didn't find it as funny.

"Is Bakugou here yet?" Shoto changed the subject and looked around the common room but didn't spot the explosion quirk user anywhere. He felt a little disappointed.

"No, Kacchan isn't here. Neither is Kirishima-kun" Izuku really tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone. He knew that they were best friends but did they really have to be glued at the hip 24/7? Deku doesn't like the way he starts to feel when he thinks of those two together but he can't help it.

"Oh" Shoto mumbled. There was an awkward silence where no one said anything for a few seconds until Uraraka couldn't stand it and broke it.

"So how are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Are you still tired or are you feeling a bit better from earlier?" Ochako questioned. That got Izuku's attention and he turned to Todoroki with a curious expression. Was he sick? Todoroki didn't mention anything to him today. He wondered why he didn't tell him.

"I feel better, thank you. I'm excited to be going out with my friends" he smiled briefly and Izuku returned it. After that things started to go back to normal as they talked about what stores they wanted to go to and if they had anything in particular they wanted to buy. The common room was filled with brief conversation before the 'ding' of the elevator was heard and everyone turned to look at a nervous Kirishima standing on the far opposite side of a bored looking Bakugou. Izuku felt a knot form in his throat and Todoroki felt his heart skip a beat, their faces heating up a little at what girl Kacchan was wearing. He looked good. Hell, even if he was in his normal body and wore that he'd look good.

"You're here!" Mina rushed forward to hug her two friends in a crushing hug which Kirishima gladly returned. The girls may or may not be feeling smug at how everyone reacted to seeing Bakugou. Yeah, they did that.

"I said I would go with you extras, didn't I? Now let go, pinky" Bakugou groaned. She smiled wide before stepping back.

"This'll be so much fun!" Mina jumped up and down.

"Everyone please form a single file line for attendance! As class president I must make sure everyone is accounted for before we vacate school grounds" Iida made sure to grab everyone's attention by speaking loud and clear as well as waving his arms about. Where he pulled the clipboard from no one knows but Iida started to check off names in the class roster to submit to Aizawa sensei once they come back in a few hours. "Alright. Everyone is here. We can go now" he nodded in confirmation.

The class had to take the bus to go to the mall so Iida stayed by the door until everyone was inside before going in himself. Bakugou was planning to sit with Kirishima but the redhead as soon as he was in the bus went and sat beside Sero instead. Katsuki was confused since they always sit together and even Sero was looking between the pair in confusion. "You don't mind, right Bakubro?" Kirishima awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Bakugou just shrugged and moved on to find an empty seat to which Kirishima let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"What was that?" Sero questioned once Bakugou was out of earshot.

"What was what?" Kirishima turned to him.

"That. You always sit with Bakugou so why all of a sudden did you decide to sit next to me? I don't mind but I was a little caught off guard, man. You know, you've been acting weird ever since the night we played games in my room. Is everything cool?" Sero had an idea of what was happening but he wanted to hear it from Kiri himself.

"Yeah, everything's good. I just need to sort some things out for myself first" he explained and Sero nodded, leaving it at that. Kirishima appreciated that about Sero. He knew if it was Mina or Kaminari they wouldn't stop pestering him about it. Kirishima just wanted some time to hopefully figure out why he was all of a sudden feeling so weird around Katsuki.

On the other end of the bus, towards the back, Bakugou found an empty seat. Everyone else seemed to be already sitting with someone else but he didn't really mind it. Once seated, Bakugou put his elbow up on the edge of the window and looked outside. He felt someone slightly tap his shoulder though and looked up to a shy Koda. 'May I sit here?' he signed and Bakugou raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and signed back 'go for it' and Koda smiled a little, quickly sitting down beside Bakugou. Aizawa did mention that because of his quirk, he may experience hearing loss in the future if he didn't take the proper precautions so Bakugou has been taking JSL classes from Koda since the beginning of their second year and developed a somewhat mutual understanding with the guy. He really wasn't all that bad, just a little quiet. And while they weren't friends friends, Bakugou knew that if he ever needed a quiet place to study or just hang out for a bit without talking, he could go to Koda's room. The same went for Bakugou. If Koda ever wanted to spar or wanted pointers to help in improving his fighting skills, Bakugou is available.

Now that everyone had a seat, the bus began to move. The ride was going to take approximately fifteen to twenty minutes so he just wanted to use the break to relax. Bakugou could tell Koda wanted to say something based on the way he would look at him every few minutes but then look away though. "What is it?" he finally asked a little less than halfway into the trip and Koda shook his head. "I know you want to say something, now what is it?"

Koda looked hesitant at first but then signed 'how are you feeling?' with a sincere look. Maybe if it was someone else Bakugou would have told them off for getting into his business but Koda was someone who earned his respect and admiration throughout their time together in UA and who he saw as an equal.

"Why do you ask?" he asked instead, a bit defensive, and Koda responded by signing 'this is a big change and I was just wondering how you were doing.' Bakugou shrugged. "It isn't something I can't handle. Besides, today is the last day of the quirk so I should be back to normal by tomorrow morning" Bakugou mumbled, adding in a "thanks" as an afterthought. Honestly speaking, Koda has been the only one who's asked him how he felt about this whole quirk situation. The rest of his classmates all just seemed to be having fun with it and while he didn't mind, it was nice to be asked.

'You're always welcome to come hang out with me and my bunny if you ever need quiet time,' Koda offered. 'He told me he misses the angry blonde boy with the warm hands" he joked. Bakugou smirked a little with a "tch, sure whatever. Tell 'im I miss the furball too" leaving his lips. After that Bakugou and Koda fell into a comfortable silence where Bakugou closed his eyes to rest for the few minutes they had left on the bus ride.

Everyone else in class 3-A never thought they'd see the day where they all wished they were in Koda's place. The anivoice boy was sitting perfectly still so as to not wake the pretty blonde that had leaned his head on the other's shoulder sometime along the trip and was now sleeping peacefully on him.

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( this fan art isn't in correlation with the story chapter but oH MY GOD LOOK HOW PRETTY GIRL BAKUGOU IS- 😩)

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