I, Jilan Jiyu, Long for a Peaceful Life

"Hey, Jilan, look at that half-face over there." Katsuki Bakugo suddenly walked up to Jilan Jiyu and pointed him out in a matter-of-fact tone.

The idea Jilan Jiyu had just had of asking Momo Yaoyorozu to meet him in a deserted grove vanished instantly. He looked at Katsuki Bakugo, speechless. "Seriously, do you enjoy giving people nicknames that much?"

"Quit yapping. His hair's half red and half white, like a split hot pot. What else would I call him but half-face?" Katsuki Bakugo replied impatiently, looking solemnly at Shoto Todoroki, who had placed second. "But he's strong. His Quirk is freezing. At least he's a lot stronger than you."

Looking at the half-face he was talking about... Jilan Jiyu remembered what Inasa Yoarashi had once said: "Endeavor's son is like the product of two people who don't get along being forcibly stitched together."

His hair was divided precisely down the middle, one half red and the other white. His face was handsome, but for some reason, there was a burn scar on the red-haired side. When he noticed Jilan Jiyu and Bakugo looking at him, he did nothing else. He merely turned away coldly and followed the main group toward the school building.

"No matter how strong he is, what does that have to do with me?" Jilan Jiyu said softly.

"You really don't have a competitive bone in your body," Katsuki Bakugo said to him with some disgust. "You've got no competitive spirit, no desire to win. What are you trying to be a hero for? Go home."

He stormed off, grumbling as he walked. "I was wrong about you. You don't deserve to compete with me for first place."

"Is that so...?" Jilan Jiyu looked at the sky. "But I, Jilan Jiyu, just want to live a peaceful life."

For the next few days, school was just like any ordinary school, with math, Japanese, English, and other subjects every day. It was as though the test on the first day had been a dream, and the students of Class A gradually grew accustomed to the atmosphere.

"Kaminari, let me see your homework, quick!"

"Grape, did you skip your homework again today?"

The boy with a lightning-bolt mark in his hair and a color scheme that made him look a lot like the wildly popular character Pikachu was named Denki Kaminari. He sat at his desk with his head propped up, looking helplessly at Minoru Mineta as he bounced around in front of him.

Minoru Mineta had placed last in the physical fitness test, which had frightened him badly. He had nearly thought he was going to be expelled, but fortunately, their homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, had said the expulsion was a joke. After behaving himself for a few days, he had shown his true colors and grown lazy, copying Denki Kaminari's homework several times already.

"No way." Denki Kaminari pursed his lips. "I spent ages working hard on it last night. I'm not letting you steal the fruits of my knowledge."

"Then... two magazines!" Seeing that class was about to start, Minoru Mineta stamped his foot and made up his mind. He looked up, his expression pained. "Two sexy magazines with big sisters in them!"

"Deal!" Denki Kaminari handed his homework to Grape in the blink of an eye. Though he wore a perverted grin, he still said, "We're brothers, aren't we? It's just homework. Take it!"

The reason those two had grown close was that they were both open and honest gentlemen who made no attempt to hide their perverted natures.

On his way home after school on the first day, Grape had happened to see a photo on Denki Kaminari's phone of a model who had recently made a popular, sexy debut, and had instantly blurted out her name. And so... their revolutionary bond had been forged.

"Big sisters with big breasts really are the best... hehehe..."

"What a pervert." A girl sitting next to Denki Kaminari made no attempt to hide her disgust as she spoke with a look of revulsion.

Her name was Kyoka Jiro, and she had a neat, short haircut. What stood out were her long earlobes, which ended in things resembling Earphone Jacks. Her earlobes were as long as the locks of hair at the sides of her face, and one had stretched out and plugged into her phone, quietly playing music.

"What did you say, Earphone Girl?" Denki Kaminari slammed his desk and stood up angrily. "What's it to you what we talk about? It's true anyway. Nobody's going to like a flat-chested girl with no femininity like you."

"What did you say?!" Jiro was furious. She hated people who talked about her figure more than anything. How could someone who had passed the entrance exam swallow an insult like that? She stood up, ready to show that Pikachu what she could do!

"Um... everyone, you really shouldn't fight..." Momo Yaoyorozu, who sat behind the two of them, stood up in a bit of a panic and tried to stop them. "Whatever it is, can't you talk about it calmly...?"

"I'm not going to fight a girl." Denki Kaminari turned and said mockingly, "You should learn from Yaoyorozu's ample chest and generous spirit, unlike certain people... heh."

Yaoyorozu was a girl who drew a lot of attention, because she had a mature bust completely at odds with her age. Though she was only around fifteen, her breasts were very well developed, and combined with her tall figure, people would have believed it if she said she was a teacher.

Jiro looked enviously at Momo Yaoyorozu's breasts. Only after Yaoyorozu sensed a certain resentment and instinctively raised her arms in front of her body did Jiro reluctantly look away. Ignoring Denki Kaminari's provocation, she sat down, looking dejected.

Do men all like **...? She silently lowered her head, her view of the floor completely unobstructed...

Ah, I really do hate people who talk about other people's figures the most.

"Why... she's only a high schooler..." she murmured disjointed, incomprehensible words.

"Good morning, everyone." Ochaco Uraraka walked into the classroom and greeted Midoriya and Tenya Iida with a smile.

"Ah?! Good morning!" Izuku Midoriya was a little flustered, but he immediately replied.

Perhaps because they had already gotten to know one another, the three of them seemed to get along very well. In a class where conflicts were frequent and many people now spent most of their time alone, the friendly atmosphere between them really stood out.

"Tch, the weak really do only make friends with other weaklings." Katsuki Bakugo glared at Midoriya, who was grinning foolishly, paying no attention at all to Jilan Jiyu sitting beside him.

Though he didn't know why, Katsuki Bakugo never kept his mutterings from Jilan Jiyu, giving him the absurd feeling, Could he be saying that for me to hear?

Jilan Jiyu closed the book he had been studying ahead from and looked at Bakugo a little helplessly. "Say, could you be jealous?"

"I just can't stand Deku, that's all." Katsuki Bakugo glanced at Jilan Jiyu. "What about you? Why are you sitting there so quietly? Isn't Deku your friend?"

"Being friends doesn't mean we have to be glued together all the time." Jilan Jiyu suddenly became interested in something. "By the way, I heard Izuku say you two have known each other since you were kids. You're childhood friends, right?"

"What?" Katsuki Bakugo looked as though he had heard a joke, and his smile gradually turned fierce. "He's just my punching bag."

"..."

Is that how you treat a punching bag...?

Jilan Jiyu looked at Izuku Midoriya, who had taken his seat and was smiling shyly at the people around him. That complicated mix of envy, fear, and dislike... Bakugo, that's how you treat a rival. You've never truly looked down on Midoriya.

"Ah, enough of this."

Jilan Jiyu stood up and clapped his hands to get the attention of his noisy classmates in Class A. "Ahem, I'm going to collect the homework."

Although Jilan Jiyu had only placed fifth in the physical fitness test, he had taken first place on the written entrance exam, so for the time being, he held that much-hated role: class representative.

Incidentally, the written exam rankings didn't include the two specially admitted students.

"Minoru Mineta, it's time to hand in your homework, isn't it?" Jilan Jiyu collected everyone else's homework first, then walked over to Grape, who was writing furiously. He looked somewhat helplessly at the girl across the aisle, who was also copying from a piece of homework. "And you, Mina Ashido, didn't you do yours either?"

"Hehe..." She pressed her hands together and bowed her head to Jilan Jiyu in supplication. "I was on the phone with my middle school classmates all night yesterday, and I forgot to do it. Please give me a little time. I'll be done in a minute!"

"Then hurry up and write..."

Jilan Jiyu sighed. As expected, he never should have taken this job, but All Might had singled him out by name and said to Shota Aizawa, "Haha...! I think Jilan is more than capable of handling this job."

To be honest, because of the incident at the seaside park, Jilan Jiyu had a constant feeling that All Might seemed to know something. But since he hadn't said it outright, Jilan Jiyu pretended not to know either. As for All Might's seemingly loaded instruction, Jilan Jiyu felt he had no right to refuse. Besides, it was only a small matter, so he wasn't particularly opposed to it and had accepted it without a word.

It didn't take much longer. The two of them soon handed their homework books to Jilan Jiyu.

Grape wiped away some sweat and said with great swagger, "Doing homework is a piece of cake." He seemed completely unaffected by the contemptuous looks around him.

Jilan Jiyu handed the homework in at the teacher's desk and returned to his seat.

As I thought, I, Jilan Jiyu, love this kind of peaceful life most of all.