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“How does it look?” Nemuri asked as she looked at her friends. Aizawa was lying in his bed with Bean nestled against his chest. His arms were behind his head, and both eyes were closed. She would think he was asleep if not for the annoyed sighs that left him every few seconds.
Courtesy of Shirakumo and Yamada sitting right by him and talking to him.
“Hot!” Shirakumo answered immediately. “Do another twirl!”
“Looks fine,” Aizawa muttered as he opened one eye to look at her. “Comfortable?”
“Yeah. And it's easy to tear the sleeve,” Nemuri answered. Aizawa nodded his approval and closed his eyes again.
“I think it looks great!” Yamada added. He looked at Shirakumo and hit him. “Don't tell her to twirl.”
“But it shows off her ass, and that's a good thing!” Shirakumo cheered. Nemuri found herself smiling.
“Don't be a pig,” Yamada chastised.
“I'm admiring her!” Shirakumo complained.
“Shut up,” Aizawa groaned as reached out to hit one of them.
“Ow!” Yamada complained. “I didn't even say anything bad!”
“You're both loud,” Aizawa complained as he threw his pillow over his head and turned his back to them.
“Awww, did someone not sleep well last night?” Yamada asked. Aizawa grunted. Nemuri rolled her eyes at the two and then focused on herself in the mirror. This bodysuit was just a pure white color. It was solely to see if she liked the material and fit before she got an actual design on it.
And she did love the feel. She also loved how it showed off her curves, and it made her feel good. She smiled to herself before moving her gaze back to the boys. Yamada and Shirakumo seemed like they were making it their life goal to annoy the hell out of Aizawa.
“I'm going to change back,” Nemuri began.
“Please don't,” Shirakumo protested. He yelped as a pillow hit him. “I'm just trying to make her feel good.”
“I don't know, man,” Yamada began. Shirakumo's eyes widened, and his head shot up to look at Nemuri.
“I'm sorry,” Shirakumo began.
“It's okay,” Nemuri smiled. She looked at the three. “Does everyone want to train?”
Shirakumo groaned but stood. Yamada grinned as he got out of the bed. Aizawa tried to curl up, but it was no use as the other two boys dragged him out of bed.
“We'll see you outside,” Yamada said.
“Are we jogging or sparring first?” Shirakumo questioned as the two dragged Aizawa out of his room. Nemuri smiled and followed behind, stopping to pet Bean along the way. As Nemuri turned toward her room, she found a very unamused Takeyama leaning against the room to her dorm.
“What?” Nemuri questioned.
“I see that you are taking after me?” Takeyama said as she crossed her arms. “Stealing my idea of a bodysuit.”
Nemuri rolled her eyes, “You didn't invent the idea of a bodysuit.”
“But you're going to kill it,” Takeyama countered.
“If you wearing a bodysuit didn't kill it, I certainly won't,” Nemuri replied. Takeyama scoffed. “Don't be jealous because I look better than you.”
“As if,” Takeyama scoffed. “If it makes your old lady self feel better to wear that, don't let me stop you.”
“I'm not old,” Nemuri gasped.
“Older than me,” Takeyama grinned. “By three months.”
Nemuri's eyes widened, and Takeyama laughed. Nemuri narrowed her eyes. Takeyama pushed herself off the door.
“By the way, Sosaki and Tsuchikawa found that card game. We're playing it tonight, and we are going to beat them,” Takeyama stated. “So don't screw it up.”
“You better not screw it up,” Nemuri warned in return. Takeyama turned and walked away. Nemuri stepped into her room and closed the door. She peeled off her bodysuit and pulled on her workout clothes in record time. As Nemuri was putting her hair up, she heard a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Nemuri called. The door opened, and Nemuri glanced behind her. She smiled. “Hey, Nezu.”
“Hello, Kayama,” Nezu greeted. “Do you have a moment to talk?”
“Sure,” Nemuri said as she sat on her bed. “Come on in and have a seat, Nezu.”
Nezu closed the door behind him and walked toward the empty chair at Nemuri's desk. He slowly sat in it. Nemuri frowned as she saw that the edge of Nezu's sleeve was all frayed like he had been picking at it with his claws.
“What's wrong?” Nemuri asked.
“I did something that I regret,” Nezu began. Nemuri nodded and waited for him to continue. She couldn't imagine what Nezu had done. Had he given someone the wrong answers for a test? Or maybe he said something that hurt someone's feelings.
“Do you remember when Aizawa and Todoroki were yelled at for fighting late at night?” Nezu began. Nemuri nodded. “I... please don't tell anyone.”
“I won't,” Nemuri promised. She sat on her bed and watched Nezu quietly.
“I...I knew that Aizawa and Todoroki were going to fight,” Nezu began. He averted his gaze. “And, I told Mr. Shinso about it. I told him that they were going to fight, and I told him that they had already kicked each other in the groin a few days prior. It is my fault that they were in so much trouble.”
“Nezu, it's not your fault,” Nemuri assured quickly. “Mr. Shinso would have found out anyway.”
“I betrayed Aizawa,” Nezu said in a soft voice.
“You didn't betray him, Nezu,” Nemuri assured. She bit the inside of her cheek. She was sure that the school had cameras that would have caught Aizawa and Todoroki fighting, but she didn't know what he meant about kicking each other in the groin.
“I did,” Nezu insisted. “I call Aizawa my friend, and he is one of my best friends. But, I stabbed him in the back by snitching on him. He even bought me a gift, and I am the worst friend ever.”
“Nezu, you are not the worst friend ever,” Nemuri rejected the idea. “You were just concerned for your friend. That is why you told Mr. Shinso.”
“And Mr. Deku,” Nezu mumbled. “Mr. Deku asked me about their fighting and if anything else had happened. I told him about the summer training camp.”
“What about it?” Nemuri gently prodded.
“I had a confrontation with Kan during the summer training camp. Todoroki made him leave us alone, but then, he shoved Aizawa into the mud and kicked mud into his face. I was a snitch when I told Mr. Deku about that,” Nezu confessed.
“Nezu, that doesn't make you a snitch,” Nemuri said. “Especially if Deku asked you about it.”
“Then I was a snitch when I warned Mr. Shinso,” Nezu decided.
“Nezu, you might have been a snitch by definition, but you were just worried about your friend,” Nemuri explained as gently as she could. “It's not like you told Mr. Shinso something he didn't already know.”
“Yamada and Shirakumo said that being a snitch was the worst thing you could do,” Nezu almost cried. Nemuri was going to strangle those boys. “And when we tried to ask Aizawa, he was quiet while we were trying to ask. Then, he... he raised his voice at me because he knew what I had done. He told me not to be a snitch. And I've felt terrible since then.”
“Have you been beating yourself up about this?” Nemuri wondered. There was no response as Nezu went back to playing with his sleeve. “Nezu?”
Nezu nodded and didn't look at her. Nemuri continued, “Would it make you feel better to tell Aizawa? Or did you just need to tell someone?”
“I want to tell him, but I don't want him to be upset like he was the other day.” Nezu began. “Will he be upset?”
“I think he will be,” Nemuri admitted. “But that doesn't mean he won't forgive you.”
“What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore?” Nezu asked.
“Oh, Nezu. I don't think that will happen,” Nemuri replied. “Aizawa isn't like that. He might be mad, but he'll still want to be your friend.”
“I haven't been able to sleep well,” Nezu admitted. “I want to tell him, but I don't want to lose one of the first friends that I have.”
“You won't,” Nemuri promised. She reached out to Nezu and grabbed his shoulder. “Trust me. Aizawa may be upset, but if he doesn't get over it, I'll have a talk with him. He knows a lot about making a mistake and thinking he ruined a friendship. He'll forgive you.”
“Do you promise?” Nezu asked.
“I promise,” Nemuri stated. Nezu bowed his head. There were bags under his eyes that Nemuri thought had been from studying. It seems like it was not. “Hey, I am going to train with the boys but after, Takeyama and I need a war plan for a card game. Want to help?”
Nezu nodded. Nemuri smiled at him, “And I’ve been meaning to try out some new tea. Would you mind helping me?”
“Okay,” Nezu mumbled as he wiped his eyes. Nemuri just wanted to wrap him up in a huge. “Thank you, Kayama. I hope you are right.”
“I always am,” Nemuri promised. And if she wasn’t, her and Aizawa were going to have a long talk.