38 Summer Camp 6

With my Oxygen supplies back up to healthy levels, I unhooked the mask from my face just in time to conjoin with my fellow students, who all looked to be on their last legs.

I dragged myself next to Kirishima who was listlessly standing beside Ojiro, who's expression equaled his training partners. Both of them had purple bruises dotted all over them, Kirishima's being everywhere where his tracksuit never covered, while Ojiros were mostly centred around his tail.

"Benimaru… hi. I'm… so tired" The red head weakly said.

It may have been my imagination but I was sure I could see tears forming in the whites of his eyes. Not that that'd be a surprise, Kirishima cries a lot, but these ones didn't seem to be his usual manly tears.

"You all good man?" I asked him.

Slowly, very slowly, Kirishima turned his head to face me, "Yeah man. Totally fine"

He was not fine.

The imaginary tears that I thought I saw turned out to be the real deal, as silent tears rolled down his face, further emphasising the pathetic state Kirishima was reduced to. I don't even think he knows he's crying, maybe he's just become numb to the tears at this point.

I couldn't blame him either, I'm beat, the class is beat, and if my memory serves me right, we still have to cook our own meal tonight. I just pray that I'll be something good.

As everyone quietly waited for everyone to rendezvous, I did a quick sweep of the camp to see how everyone was holding up.

No one, absolutely no one. I only had to give everyone a quick glance to know what the script was.

Tsuyu's tongue seemed to refuse to obey orders, it just limply flailed from her mouth as she trudged over. Midoriya's arms and legs shook profusely as he attempted to stay on his two feet, no doubt the weird ass cat man put him through the paces.

Yui just looked seconds away from turning into a puddle, her body waved unnaturally and she struggled to keep focus as two of the pussycats took centre stage behind a table covered in raw food.

"Remember what I said, we aren't serving you food anymore." Pixie-bob told us, looking no worse for wear despite repeatedly creating training environments for us the entire day.

"If you guys wanna eat, you'll have to make your own meal! Starting with curry!" Ragdoll chimed in, waving her huge paws around manically.

Everyone exasperatedly sighed at the thought of making dinner. Can't blame them either, all I want to do is crash in my bed, but my stomach has a differing opinion.

Can't fall asleep on an empty stomach can you?

"Yes ma'am" The majority pitfully replied.

Though a crazy laugh, Ragdoll managed to get out "Oh man you guys look exhausted! But that doesn't mean you can coast by and make sloppy cat food!"

Just as everyone was about to get to work, somehow Ida managed to gain a spark of energy and channelled it into a bit of self-motivation, "I see. An important part of saving someone recovering from a disaster is providing for their physical needs, as well as spiritual"

"Ah, this is a great opportunity." With his arms wide in enthusiasm, Ida faced the hoard of mulling students and said "Let's make the most delicious curry in the world everyone!"

Everyone else still wasn't on Ida's wavelength but we got on with it regardless.

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I wouldn't call myself an amazing cook, not by a long shot, but watching some of my classmates abuse the ingredients in unimaginable ways was irritating to say the least.

Surprisingly, Bakugo was actually a capable chef, very capable. I suppose his mother put him through his paces, seems like something she'd make him learn considering the dynamic they have with one another.

Well maybe not completely capable, the only reason he was put on the chopping board was because he managed to blow up one of the stone bbq's. After that happened he was banned from coming near the things, leaving me and Todoroki to be the fire starters.

The meal was finished in about forty-five minutes, and if I had to give it a score, it'd be a solid 3/10.

The curry was garbage, and the white rice was mushy and wet. Took me a good minute before I decided to pucker up and get to eating.

It tasted as bad as it looked.

I was sitting in front of Kirishima and Sero, silently forcing down my food compared to their desired method of eating. The pair demolished the crappy curry, but not without complaining about how bad it was, they were just too hungry to care.

In between mouthfuls Kirishima voiced his thoughts, "If I got this at a restaurant, I'd send this crap back. But after today, I'll eat every bite."

Bouncing off him Sero said "Don't say that" while doing a small belch.

Clearly comparing it to good food wasn't doing it for Sero as he struggled to keep the food down after his friend's comment.

At Sero's shoulder I listened to Yaoyorozu explaining why she was scarfing just as bad as the two boys.

"...My quirk transforms lipids into brand new atoms to create inorganic materials, that means the more I eat, the more I can make." She told Mina in a refined manner worthy of an upper-class lady.

Wanting to put his input into their conversation, Sero blankly muttered "Like how poop works." and went back to scoffing food as if he never said anything out of the ordinary.

I nearly choked on the food I was eating when he said that, although I don't think he intended to be funny, the comedic timing of his comment was perfect, and I struggled to keep the smirk off my face after it.

Not everyone seemed to find the humour in it though, Sero got a thumping from Jiro which made Kirishima's face turn chalk white as he also laughed, albeit more audibly at the comment.

Momo on the other hand froze as she realised what Sero said only had truth to it, and was now probably mulling over how her quirk isn't all dissimilar to defecation.

While they all started arguing, I ignored them and instead ate the shitty curry. I'm too tired to deal with getting an earful from someone.

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(2 days later)