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彼は馬鹿です

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⊶Your point of view⊷

And at last, the U.A Sports festival was over.

Bakugou won First place, followed by Todoroki and Tokoyami.

"But damn! That last match was severe, if only Todoroki–kun used his full power, Bakugou might've not won First place—Plus their fight was lit!!" Kirishima and Uraraka were discussing the match fervently, Midoriya was examining methodically in precise detail, meticulously—Todoroki's quirk and the possibility of him winning this match. Momo was seated nearby the cluster of friends, with an evident frown on her face.

"Todoroki–kun..." Momo subtly shook her head and spoke with a gentle tone, "Todoroki can do better, but it can't be denied that Bakugou's strong, it's truly impressive."

"Kacchan was strong ever since he was little, I admired him, I know for certain he'll become a great hero in the future!" Midoriya had the corners of his lips turned upwards, brandishing a smile at Momo. She huffed out a chuckle and looked at Midoriya, "Yeah, and this is just the beginning, let's do our best together!" She revoked a tune of enthusiasm.

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Bakugou's carcass was being restrained with solid malleable, preventing him from any sort of movement during the award ceremony. He kept shifting uncomfortably, he tried to speak but it was audibly muffled —In which everyone considered negligible, an unconcerned consideration to lending him a helping hand. All Might was the one who gave out the medals, once he reached Bakugou, he assisted him with taking off the panel gag that covered his mouth.

"Young Bakugou, it's all right now-"

"I don't want to win like this! What's this supposed to mean?! Die you fuckers!!"

"Well, you still get in the first place, still...Erm.. Congratulations young Bakugou!!" All Might smiled, his forehead covered with beads of cold sweat, the drapetomania tugging below his desires, he was so done with this. It's not like he dis-relishes Bakugou, his anger issues made All Might acute whenever they collided with one-another.

"Bakugou, could you stop yelling? This is so embarrassing." Todoroki calmly asked. 

"I agree with Todoroki. Bakugou, you're making a scene-" 'Bird boy' opinionated 

"Shut up bird boy and icy hot!! You guys are annoying as fuck!!"

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After the ceremony was over, all of us requited our goodbye's and went back home. Midnight enunciated that the school would give us 2 days of holiday–break, the reason behind it was to let students get some rest from participating in the tiring festival, everyone was extremely exhausted—craving nothing but sleep.

"I'm back." I opened the door to the house I resided in, putting my shoes on the simple shoe rack. I went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water, to refresh myself, still contemplating on what to eat for dinner.

"She didn't even bother to cook, – now? It's 4 P.M already." I sighed in boredom, at the brink of beckoning her there was an instantaneous cacophonous bang from the basement.

"Just what in the hell is she doing?" I muttered to myself while locking the door before going down to check on her. The basement's whereabouts were located beside her room, the door was indeed outre as she had casted a spell on it, making the door and the basement permanently unharmed—even if there were to be—theoretically speaking—an earthquake to occur, or a quintessential explosion.

"What are you-"

"Shhhhhh! Can't you see? I'm making a potion."

"And I'm willing to help you out, what happened to you, grandma?"

"Oh for god's sake {Name}." She flipped through the crusty pages of a dirty brown ornate book and multitasking with her unoccupied hand, pouring some sticky white substance inside a big pot coated with black, curdling in a achromatic color liquid, the basement's atmosphere was exhibiting utter chaos, random books were flying, one of the books accidentally hitting me.

"Ouch! what the hell, Grandma what the heck?"

"I told you to call me Hatsumi!" She huffed, conducting in aversion, while using her big wooden spatula to mix the rum substance, and unpredictably the boiling pot went sizzling, agglomerations of blue puffy smoke. Indicating that the potion she was making before is now finished, I just stood there, staring at her blankly.

"What the hell–You're already 128 years old, I can't believe it–it's humorous!" I was trying so hard not to laugh earning me a glare by Hatsumi, my embellishing grandma.

128 years old, what the fuck–

"Although you look like you subject yourself in the mid-20's, so yeah." I quickly sugar coated.

She was my great-grandmother, a powerful witch in her era, but one of the villains had casted an evil spell on her, making her immortal for the rest of her eternity, which would be forever-, bearing a consequence that no one could ever bear. Watching her loved ones grow old day by day and dying in the long awaited end, it was blindingly painful.

"Once I hang out with you, your friends ought to think I'm hot."

"You're disgusting." I dramatisized a gag 

"I'm going to whoop your ass for calling me disgusting!!" She raised up her right hand and creating  an electric bolt of energy she it threw towards me.

"Energy bolts!" Hatsumi shouted.

"Oh please, Hatsumi." Stating cockily, (don't start-) I briskly redirected the bolts to Hatsumi, and as expected she dodged it vastly.

Being non–dilatory, I dashed to my room and shut the door in a hurry,

"{Name}!!! Don't use your powers at home!!!—Now I need to clean up this mess..-"

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*knock knock*

"Hey, dinner is ready, come out and eat." Hatsumi knocked my door twice as I rubbed my eyes tiredly and glanced at the clock beside me.

So it's already 7:30 pm? I had slept 2 hours today and I was still very exhausted, physically and mentally drained.

I walked out of my room, and wanderlust through my small home to find the dinning room seeing a familiar dining table, and then as if a silage were to spellbound me, an unraveling fragrance in the air wafted diligently, all the dishes that I saw...It was all my favorite? Did Hatsumi purposely cook for me?! I felt like falling into the deep end of bewilderment. 

"I know that it must've been really tiring for you at the sports festival, so I thought that cooking your favorite dishes might cheer you up." She sat beside me, and took a bite of the fried chicken while taking another piece to put onto my plate.

"...Thanks, Hatsumi" I grinned at her as she ruffled my hair. The relationship between Hatsumi and I was....Unique. Although she was heavenly aged, somehow her personality was not a typical grandmother's style, she was open-minded and willing to listen to my problems when I had something on my mind. Whenever we went out to buy groceries, there would be many guys out there to flirt with her and ask her out, she'd feel flattered and tried to play around with them.

So basically my grandmother was childish, and mature, at the same time.

"By the way, you were fighting the blonde guy right? Damn, his expansion-ed fire was magnificent, I'm glad he didn't blow your head off." Hatsumi said jokingly. 

"Don't discuss a topic based on him, Hatsumi. He's a fucking jerk in my class. I don't think anybody cherishes his attitude."

"Oh wow, but he's kinda hot, and-"

"Don't ever presume that of him, Hatsumi, are you a pedo or-"

"Hey, hey, hey!!!" She looked at me in dismay. "What the hell? I wasn't implying that, okay?!" She dispelled my doubts about her, rubbing her temples she continued. "I was only trying to say, if you hate a person so much, you may end up liking that person."

"...Oh hell no." 

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