preview of my work :)
Bakugo nervously walked towards his classroom for the very first time. With any luck, Izuku wouldn’t be in his class, and they would never see each other again. It was a shame that he never had good luck. He peeked his head in cautiously and surveyed the room, cringing when he saw a familiar mop of green hair.
Izuku was sitting with his feet on top of his desk and was getting reprimanded by a stiff-looking boy with blue-ish hair and glasses.
“You are disrespecting school property,” the bespectacled boy said, chopping his arm in the air as if to make a point. Izuku was looking at him with a frown. Bakugo sighed. If he tried hard enough, then he could sneak to a seat before Izuku noticed his presence. he would get a few moments of peace until the teacher did roll call.
Midoriya started to mutter under his breath before he realized what he was doing. When he did, he sat up and then trudged over to Kirishima's room. He knocked on the door and waited. Kirishima opened with a cheerful, "What's up?"
"Hit me. In the face." Izuku ordered. Kirishima looked shocked.
"What? I can't do that."
"Do it!" Midoriya growled. As soon as he said that Kirishima smacked him so hard that he fell to the side. Grunting in pain, Midoriya stood up and said, "Thanks."
"Uh, you're welcome, I guess," Kirishima said confusedly.
chapter eight! the last chapter! aghhhhhhh!!!!!
Marinette was sitting on her roof again waiting for something. The wind swept by and made her shiver. She was hooded in a blanket as she looked at the night sky. It wasn’t like she was waiting for chat noir to show up or anything, she told herself. No, she was just taking a break from all her sewing things. She had been working on a cloak, but her fingers would not respond to her commands and caused her to mess up serval times. That gave her a reasonable excuse to take a break and sit out here and let her thoughts wander.
Chapter two of my first fanfiction.
“Do you think that Midoriya wouldn’t do this again for you?” Todoroki questioned Iida, ignoring Kirishima.
“That is beside the point!" Iida spluttered.
“I have no doubt that if I was the one kidnapped... That Deku would being leading the charge to save me.” Bakugo added, “Even if it’s only to prove that he’s better than me.”
“Nobody said that we’re gonna break any laws...” Kirishima stepped forward.
“You don’t seriously think that we’re planning to smash the door, guns blazing? Do you?” Todoroki asked challengingly. Iida bit his lip hard as he struggled to find something to say.
“we’re getting him back without a fight. It's gonna be a covert mission. That’s how were heroes in training can fight... on the right side of the law!”
“I am coming too.” Yaoyorozu added, “You might need my help.”
“Yeah! We have to save him. He would do it for us!” Uraraka added.
“There’s no swaying you...” Iida muttered under his breath, in a louder voice he added, “In that case... take me with you!”
Have you read multi-chapter fanfic and you kudos it cus it's good but then the author posts something that ruins it and you're all like "I need that kudos back, thanks"
I guess the thing is I have been betrayed by fanfics, and I wish I had the power to take my kudos back
It was safe to say that even though Izuku was a jerk to everyone, he had become a little bit better, or everyone was just used to him. He still yelled a lot, but not over little things. He would let Kirishima talk to him and force him to socialize with over people, to hang out with Mina, Denki, and Sero. Thank goodness for video games! By challenging Izuku, they now had a tournament every Saturday so he could beat everyone at them. It almost wasn’t fair how good he was. Mina would sulk when he beat her at Mario cart and Denki would whine and complain when Izuku smashed him in street fighters three, but despite this, they all agreed that he was much nicer than he made himself out to be.
It had all started when Bakugo had gotten his quirk. Showing it off with a grin. Everyone praising him. It made sense that Izuku would be jealous. He was showing no signs of getting a quirk and soon it would be too late for one to manifest. He wanted to be praised too. He wanted to be a hero, just as much as Bakugo did. It wasn’t fair.
At first, Izuku had cried, wondering why he wouldn’t manifest his quirk. But his tears quickly turned to burning anger and simmering jealously. The world ignored the quirkless but Izuku didn’t want to be ignored.
“I can't believe that we won,” Bakugo said as he looked at Iida and Uraraka.
“I can, we work well together. Poor Kirishima. He had two very uncooperative people on his team. It was no surprise we beat them.” Uraraka said.
“Yes, it was their lack of teamwork the caused them to fail. If they had worked together, then we would have undoubtedly lost.” Iida said.
“We should do something to celebrate.” Bakugo found himself suggesting. He almost clapped a hand over his mouth. He looked at the ground, not wanting to see their faces when they told him no. If he was lucky, they would be nice and try to think up reasons why they couldn’t. Uraraka and Iida made eye contact and they smiled at him. Unknown to anyone. Uraraka and Iida had made an agreement to help get Bakugo out of his shell.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” Uraraka said.
“We could go to the library to study!” Iida said. Bakugo and Uraraka stopped and looked at him weirdly.
“If we want to excel at the things we have been doing then we must study more!” Iida explained, chopping at the air.
“Okay then, let's go study,” Bakugo said.
Chapter six! Ta-da!
Adrien could help but smiled at when he saw marinette wearing the earrings he got her. The were simple and beautiful, designed to look like little ladybugs were crawling on her ears. He thought that she would like them. She walked passed the table he and nino sat at in the library, alya following close behind, texting on her phone.
Marinette caught his gaze like no other girl he had met before.
‘If only she wasn’t mad at me for the stupid gum, I bet we’d be the best of friends. Maybe even more…’
“What are you smiling at?” Asked nino, breaking him out of his thoughts.
“Wha- nothing…” he flinched, his chin slipping off his hand.
“I wasn’t looking at anything.”
Nino gave him a look.