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Hagakure

      If the support course hadn’t made her suit using her dna she would’ve been found out much sooner than this.

      There wasn’t anything exciting happening in school, so of course Mother Nature thought that that would be an excellent time to remind the invisible girl that she was due a sacrifice. In the middle of dancing around outside with a few of her classmates she felt a wave of nausea pass over her. Mouth clenched shut, she tried not to let the pain exhibit itself on her face. ‘Just smile, laugh it off’ this wasn’t something new but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. She got through the dance party, then room-bound she hurried to the dorms.

      Really, she should thank Cementoss, he didn’t have to make the rooms with private bathrooms, but he did!

      All her necessities were in one simple pink basket near the toilet. With a fresh pair of underwear in her hands - not bothering for pants or a skirt - she closed herself in her clean bathroom. She slowly lowered her bottoms before sitting on the toilet seat. Hoping that it wasn’t her week, praying it was just a random bout of nausea she had earlier. One glance was all it took to render her thoughts inconclusive. There, on her favorite pair, was a stain of blood coating the middle of her undergarments, still bright red signifying that she did indeed start today. She sighed and slipped them off, throwing her skirt by the door and her panties in the sink. Wiping blood was not her favorite part of this whole routine, but the mere thought of dry blood caking her underside and the threat of infection was enough for her to continue until she was positive she got all she could.

      Grumbling to herself she grabbed her fresh pair and slid them past her feet, settling the band at her knees as she ripped open a pad and placed it on the garment. She stood up and pulled them the rest of the way up, adjusting the pad as she turned to flush. 

      She turned to the sink where her usually yellow flowery panties were. She’s never actually had to clean the blood off before, for all her old garments were already stained with blood. But when they moved into the dorms she and her mom went on a shopping spree, which included buying a new set of panties. She knows soap and water, that’s a given, but she didn’t know what temperature, or if there was a certain kind of soap that was better for this. She wanted the stains out, she loved the pair - it hugged at all the right spots without feeling like she had to shed a few pounds to breathe. It’d be a shame to lose them to something as stupid as a period. At the very least she could wash her hands.

      With freshly cleaned hands she set out to find any-one girl, and her best bet to check would be the common space. Throwing on a nightgown that touched the ground, she sucked in a long strand of air before putting a smile on her face and began bouncing down the stairs. She turned into the dining area and saw Momo and surprisingly Bakugou chatting away with each other.

      “Hey, Yaomomo! Think you can help me?” 

      The rich girl turned away from the spikey blond, “Oh, Hagakure. What do you need?” Hagakure pulled her by the shirt away from Bakugou who tch’d before going back to whatever he was doing.

      “Momo, please, please, please tell me you know how to get blood out of underwear. I stained my favorite pair and I have limited time before it sets.

      Momo looked down, before answering, “I don’t. I’m sorry but the maids and mother handle all that, I can make you a new pair if you want, I know it won’t be the same but-“

     “-Cold water, dipshit!” A voice piped up and both girls stopped what they were doing. There was no one else in the room except… “any liquid soap will do the trick.” 

     “Bakugou?”

     “Yeah, what! I thought you had blood to clean? Might want to get to that before it sets!”

     “I don’t really know how. Is there a certain way or…”

     “Are you for fucking real? Get your ass over here.” He snatched what he hoped was Hagakure’s wrist and led her to the kitchen sink, “Hand me the wash rag on the floor, it’s dirty so it won’t matter.” She grabbed it and handed it over. He turned the cold water on before pulling her closer so she could actually see the movements he was doing. “You want to put most of the soap on the stained area,” he said as did so on the non-stained cloth. He brought an area that had no soap over and scrubbed the two spots together, separating them before scrubbing again. “It can be gross, but you’re fucking washable, just keep scrubbing the stain and make sure you twist the water out as you work, when the water comes out clear that’s how you know you’re fucking done, got it!?”

     She nodded, frantic to get back to her room. She turned to leave, before realizing she really should thank him. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she raised herself up and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek, “Thank you!” Then lowered herself and moved back.

     “You’re lucky you're invisible, and already suffering, otherwise I’d blast you to hell.

     “Yeah, yeah. Still, thanks Bakugou!” She returned to her room.

     Now with stain-free underwear, and a story the other girls weren’t going to believe, she enjoyed the rest of her day.

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Ashido

     None of the girls, aside from Momo, believed Hagakure when she claimed Bakugou offered her the secret of ridding undergarments of blood. Granted they should have at least guessed that he knew how to clean blood from, like, going on a murderous rampage and learning how to clean blood off shirts, but it just didn’t seem plausible at the time. Boy was she never doubting Hagakure again.

     A week after Hagakure’s story her Satan waterfall started, and like always, cramps and headaches followed her everywhere.

     They subsided with ibuprofen and heating pads, but eventually, she’s gonna run out.

     Half-way through her period everything hits harder. She was about ready to melt Kaminari and Mineta with her acid, she wanted to rip out Midoriya’s vocal cords, and was this close to strangling Aizawa with his own binding cloth. It’s a testament to her will that they’re all still alive.

     With periods come pain, and a surplus of testosterone. A dangerous mixture that leaves her ready to bite anyone who dares to approach her without food.

     She wandered around the kitchen, looking for something that would satisfy her stomach. Abdomen wrenching in pain, she pressed her arm against it hard as she could and continued to search. Her ibuprofen had just ran out not too long ago, and she was in no condition to walk to the convenience store - or to Recovery Girl. She was doomed to wallow in pain.

     “Raccoon eyes, what the hell are you doing? You having a staring contest with that box of cereal? ‘cause I’m pretty sure it’s winning!”

     “Bakubabe, when’d you... hngh,” she let out a groan of pain, “When did you get here?”

     “Just now, the fuck is wrong with you, you sound like you’re dying?”

     “God I wish I was, then all this would stop.”  She snatched the cereal and started cramming it into her mouth, barely remembering to chew, “Hey, could you grab me the milk?” She thought for a second before adding, “And a glass?”

     He grumbled but did as she asked, setting them on the counter beside her.

     She stopped her cereal-munching long enough to pour a drink. She resumed, this time sipping milk in between mouthfuls. “You’re a gosh darn peach, Bakugou. You’re definitely worth keeping alive!” She claimed as he leaned back against the counter.

     Just then her cramps hit again, she felt like a herd of elephants was forcing their way through her uterus, she squealed in pain as the world began to turn dangerously fast in her head. She dropped to the floor, food forgotten.

     Bakugou was quick to push away from the counter, noticing his pink friend, “Hey, what’s going on!” She gave him nothing but groans and whines.

     She pushed herself over to her back, even though she knew laying on her stomach would indeed feel so much better - but she’s rather not throw up what little food she’s had.

     He crouched down to her level, hand floating unsurely above her. Mina’s eyes focused on his hand, she can’t really tell you why she did what she did, but in that instance, she had enough strength to pull his hand down to her lower abdomen, just above the band of her skirt. He tried to pull away, but Mina placed her hand on top of his and pressed down.

     His hand was unnaturally warm, and smelled so pleasant to her. “Mmh oh my god, where have you been all my life.”

     “Wait…” Bakugou finally connected the dots, “Are you on your period?”

     “Unfortunately. Just know, if you remove your hand, I will chop your arms off and hit you with them,” she warned as he adjusted how he was sitting.

     He pulled out his phone and opened his messages.

Chat with ‘Shitty Hair’

Hey, dumb-hair. Bring me the bottle of ibuprofen down. Rooms unlocked, it’s on my desk.

👍 Gotchu bro

     He waited, occasionally warming his hand like he was about to explode, making sure he didn’t even let off sparks.

    She hummed in pleasure as Kirishima walked past them, “Dumbass, over here!”

    He backtracked, searching for the owner of the voice, before realizing where they were, “Hey man, what’re you doing,” he then noticed Mina, “on… the… floor? Oh god, is she dead!” He yelled, before getting hit on the head with a pink slipper.

     “Don’t start celebrating just yet. Why’re you here?”

     “Bakubro over here asked me to bring him some Ibuprofen.” He handed the bottle over, only to have Mina snatch it out of his hand.

     She sat up, keeping Bakugou’s hand prisoner between her tummy and her thighs, “Yesss! You two are life-savers, marry me this instant, forget the dresses and suits, get Aizawa in here now because by god are we officiating this right now!” She downed 3 tablets dry, crying tears of joy as the medicine started doing its job.

     Kirishima laughed nervously while Bakugou shot a look of disgust. “Hell no, not even if you fucking pay me. Now can I have my hand back? I’ve got my own stuff to do.”

     “Noooo, not yet.” She whined as Kirishima took the bottle of Ibuprofen back.

     “Don’t you have a fucking heating pad? Use that.”

     “Tsu’s using it, her room isn’t warm enough for her. And Momo is out with Jiro and Kaminari, so she can’t make me one.”

     “Tch. Look, Icy-hot and the fucking nerd squad will be back soon, tell the bastard that I sent you. If he declines then punch him in the junk and duct-tape him to the couch until he agrees.” They helped her up off the floor and carried her to the couch, “Just yell if you need any fucking thing.”

     “Hey, Bakubabe?” He ‘hm’d’ and turned to face her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into his chest, “Thank you.”

     He hesitantly patted the floof of her hair before pushing her off him, “Whatever, you’re welcome.”

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Momo

     If there was anything worse than a woman on her period, it would be multiple women on their periods, at the same time. Unfortunately for the rest of class 1-A Momo and Jiro appeared to have synced up, and it is an unusual time for them.

     Momo always got a surplus of cravings during her time of the month, so the pantry at home was well stocked, but here, at the dorms, they never had what she wanted.

     To Bakugou’s luck there was an entire week's break between the end of Mina’s and the start of Momo & Jiro’s for a few of the girls had their periods before all this started (unfortunately that also meant they all were next).

     It was a nice saturday morning. Kaminari had coerced them to binge Disney with him the previous night. So when she woke she found Jiro and Kaminari leaned into each other; and she was on their laps laying on her side, back to the T.V, - using the side of the couch as a pillow - it was surprisingly comfortable. She decided that since the other two weren’t awake yet she shouldn’t get up.

     She adjusted her legs only to feel an unpleasant feeling between them. A ghastly smell wafted into her nose, while her intestines growled - below them something felt like it was stabbed.

     No. No no no no no. Not now, her parents didn’t want any interruptions, but she knew how she acted on her periods, and doubted Aizawa would have enough money for all she craved.

     She carefully slid off the couch, trying not to let her behind touch anything in case it was as bad as she thought.

     Faint voices came from the stairs, “And his most recent fight, he was like POW, CABLAM!! You’re dead.”

     “Whatever idiot, he can’t be as good as All Might, he’s probably not even worthy enough to lick the dirt off my boots!”

     “I don’t know man, he may be new but I’ve got a good feeling about hi- Momo?” She hid herself in the Kitchen, backed against the stove

     “Oh, hello Kirishima, Bakugou, what are you doing up?”

     “I’m gonna go beat the shit out of him until he’s nothing but a pile of rubble!” Bakugou claimed, entering the kitchen.

     “Good luck with that bro,” Kirishima taunted before asking Momo, “Why’re you by the stove, and where’s Kami? Thought he was with you.”

     “He and Jiro are still on the couch, I got…” she tried to think of a reasonable excuse, “Hungry?”

     “You sound unsure.” Bakugou said, analyzing her movements.

     He sighed, having realized she was hiding something, “Kirishima, go grab me a jacket from my room, it’s cold in here, and I’m too starving to do anything right now.”

     Kirishima shot him a thumbs up and hiked back upstairs.

     Bakugou returned his attention to Momo, “You can drop the act now. Do you need ibuprofen or something to eat?”

     She hesitantly nodded and stepped away from the stove, still not turning around.

     He handed her some ibuprofen and a cold bottle of water, “Here take this. Ibuprofen will be hidden in the pantry on my side, no one dares touch my stuff so it’s a safe spot. Now, what the fuck do you want to eat?”

     Kirishima walked to them, black jacket over his arm. “Hey, Baku? Here.” He handed it over and waited for his next orders.

     “Thanks whatever, you go on ahead I’ll be there in a bit.” With that the redhead was gone.

     Momo sighed out in relief, “I’m not sure. But I feel like I could eat an entire horse.”

     “Fine, I’ll list things, just tell me when something sounds good,” she nodded and started listening intensely, “Eggs, rice, chicken, ice cream-“

     “Oo!” She perked up at that.

     “-cereal, apples, chocolate,” another sound escaped the girl, “Jell-o, bread, pancakes,” yet again. “Alright, how about a buttload of chocolate chip pancakes? Will that do?”

     She about jumped for joy at the suggestion, but she kept her composure and nodded instead, “That’ll be fine.”

     “Ok. Go sit down, I’ll get started. There’s some Ice Cream in the freezer, it’s almost empty so you can finish it off if you fucking want too.”

     She side-stepped to the freezer, trying not to show what was probably a giant stain on her pants to Bakugou. She barely managed to make it over before he called her out, “I know why you’re hiding like that. Why’d you think I had shitty hair bring down a jacket? It’s safe here, I can check for you if you fucking want to, then you don’t need to be waddling like a penguin if there’s nothing there.”

     It was embarrassing for someone to ask for permission to stare at her behind, but she knew he was trustworthy, he wouldn’t try anything. He only wanted to help. She pushed away from the freeze and turned around, “How. How bad is it?”

     “They’re goners. Tie this around your waste and go change completely,” he tossed her the jacket, “make sure you put on a pad, because if this is all from today then a tampon isn’t gonna last you a second.”

     “All I have is pantie-liners left.” 

     “Go to Mina, she has the same fucking problem. When you’re done you can shop for all you need.”

     “I don’t have enough, my parents put me on allowance, and I don’t have a card. I already spent it on Kaminari and Jiro.”

     He sighed and went back to the pancakes, “I’ll figure something out, for now go change!”

      She tied his jacket around and gave him a quick hug, “Thank you.” Then did as he told her.

     She returned feeling a bit better, although the feeling of blood running down her thighs will haunt her forever, wet-wipes cleared it up just enough that she wouldn’t need a shower just yet.

     She stole the container of ice cream and a spoon, sat down and finished it off.

     Bakugou came over with a giant mountain of pancakes and placed the plate in front, “Here. When I get back from sparing I’m going shopping. I want a list of everything you want, I don’t care how stupid or expensive it is. Don’t worry about money, my parents have enough, and I can guilt trip Deku into begging Todoroki and Iida for their cards. If you need anything else you know where my room is.”

     As she worked through the stack, Bakugou got to cleaning.

     The plate was cleared, and all other dishes were drying off, Bakugou grabbed the plate and placed it in the sink, “Tell Jiro she’s welcome to ask for stuff, she should be starting soon too.” He threw the drying rag down and made his way to the door, “You can have more ibuprofen at noon, Hagakure has a heating pad if you need it, or go to Todoroki, he owes me.”

     “Okay, thank you Bakugou, really!”

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Jiro

     Jiro got cranky and down in the dumps when her time came around. She wanted nothing but to hide away in her room and listen to MCR on repeat. If anyone dare approach her, she was not liable for any damage that may be done to them - they basically asked for it, thinking they could talk to her freely.

     She was one of the lucky few whose cramps were bearable, even without ibuprofen, she usually only craved snack foods, and had a light flow that only lasted 4 days.

     She had woken up on Kaminari and overheard Bakugou and Momo in the kitchen.

     Once he left she got up off the couch and made her way to her friend who was writing on a loose-leaf piece of paper. She yawned and sat across from Momo in silence, the scribbling of graphite almost lulled her back into sleep.

     “Morning Jiro.” The other smiled at her Punk Rock friend.

     “Hey, Momo. What’re you writing?” She pondered, resting her arms on the table.

     “Bakugou’s going shopping. I accidentally bled through my pants earlier,” her face tinted pink as she got back to writing, “so he’s gonna grab me some heavy-duty pads, food, and anything else I want. He’s an unexpected gentleman.”

     “That is a bit unexpected. So what have you got so far?”

     “Not much. My favorite tea, a special brand of water, more ice cream, one of those dual packs - you know the ones you can microwave or freeze. Also a garlic clove and a bag of iceberg lettuce.” She finished, going back to work thinking up what sounded nice, “Do you want anything, he said that you should be starting too?”

     “Nah, I’m fine. My time only makes me extra grouchy, so you may want to warn the class that I may throw them out the window if prompted.”

     The other laughed and nodded.

     When Jiro said she got grouchy and down in the dumps she didn’t mean the occasional ‘I wish someone would blow up the planet and kill me’ it was more of a ‘why am I even here? What is the point of my existence, no one here truly likes me, they’re just pretending to tolerate me’ kind of deal.

     She started the same day as Momo and instantly her mood shifted. What was usually an upbeat personality turned dim as she holed herself in her room, shutting off the lights and putting her ‘emo extremo’ playlist on shuffle.

     She laid in the dark trying not to cry at any of the resounding thoughts swimming through her head.

     Her door burst open, light spilling into the room right into her eyes, “Hey, My Chemical Romance, I’ve got a delivery! Can I come in?” Bakugou’s voice cut through the air.

     “Mmhg,” she groaned, opening her eyes enough to watch him step in, closing the door behind him. “Why the fuck are you here, I didn’t ask for anything.”

     “I know, besides Momo has gotten everything under the sun, so there’s probably something you’ll like anyway. The bitch even asked for an entire chicken - crazy shit. I’m here to give you something of my own volition, can I sit down?” She groaned a ‘yes’ and he sat on the opposite side. She thought that was all, but to her surprise he leaned back, propping himself against her back, “Is this okay?”

     It was, this was more okay than he’d ever know. “Yes.” The mere pressure of his back against hers lulled her into a more peaceful mind-scape. He didn’t try and talk, he didn’t ask for her to turn the music off, he just stayed quiet - occasionally singing along - sparing glances at Jiro’s reactions. “What are you here to deliver? You didn’t bring anything with you?” She asked suddenly.

     “I’m here to give you contact and acknowledgments. If you’re anything like the hag then your brain is probably mouthing off on you. She loves when the old man sits next to her, even when they aren’t doing shit.”

     “Oh, thanks.”

     After a few more minutes he moved to get up, but Jiro grabbed onto his shirt, preventing him from going any further, “Stay, please. I don’t want to be alone.”

     “You better make room then.” He claimed as he got off the bed only to pull the blanket away from the corner and slid under, keeping his distance.

     This isn’t what she wanted. When he was leaned against her the thoughts kept their distance, they didn’t bother her with the knight in sweaty explosions keeping her grounded. He was right there, but it wasn’t doing shit for her. She craved the contact they previously shared. She groped the space behind her, hitting Bakugou in the face, “Hey!” He growled out, no venom behind the word though, “What are you doing?”

     “Get your ass over here before I bite your arms off!” What is up with the girls and threatening his arms?

     He grumbled and moved closer, with enough distance that he could stretch his arm. She growled, “Closer! Smother me if you have to!”

     Bakugou’s brain twisted, was this really fucking okay? Any of the boys, especially Kaminari and Grape Bitch would give him hell if they caught him escaping in the morning.

     But… right now, Jiro needed him. She was suffering, and if this is the only thing she wanted, then who was he to decline - there was no harm coming from it.

     He mentally agreed, then moved as close as he could, wrapping his arm around her, hand landing on the part of the lower abdomen he had learned was the spot of most pain. Applying pressure that the other girls had been praising him for, unsure if she too wanted him to turn his quirk too low and warm up the spot.

     “Oh my god, I now know what Mina meant when she said you were a godsend. Don’t you dare move your hand.” She ‘hmm’d’ out small moans as any pain and bad thoughts were chased away by the blond behind her. “Thank you Bakugou, so so fucking much.”

     “You’re welcome, Earlobes. Goodnight.”

     “Night Explodey.”

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Uraraka

      Surprisingly the only time Uraraka did not feel like expelling the contents of her stomach while she was on her period was when she was using her quirk. She didn’t know if it was like the two nausea-inducing activities were canceling each other out or what, but she sure was glad she found a solution to one of the hardest parts of her time.

      Bakugou got lucky, he was split between Momo and Jiro for a little over 3 days as the two girls had different needs during their period. Once he was squished between them on the couch as they had dragged him down to watch tv. Kicking Kaminari from his usual spot Jiro used Bakugou’s shoulder as a pillow, and Momo was casually snacking on an onion. It was a weird week for him.

      By the time Momo’s week was ending Uraraka had already started, no one caught on yet. She learned how to hide how much pain she was truly in, for she knew if her parents knew the truth they wouldn’t hesitate to make sure she was comfortable. They would be floundering around her when they should be working, they would spend money on her - for something that doesn’t even last that long. She found it better to deal with the aches and pains by herself.

      What she can’t account for now is a usually angry blond who has been, for some reason, comforting the girls during their sacrifice week.

      Throughout the classes, she tried to keep the groans to a minimum, having already stolen Ibuprofen from Momo’s stash (why it was in Bakugou side of the pantry she wouldn’t know) just before homeroom.

      At lunch she had to rush to the restroom not only to change her pad, but to also expel what little lunch she managed to swallow down as a tidal wave of nausea passed over her like a mac truck.

      A knock came from the restroom door, “Pink cheeks. Are you doing okay?”

      “I’m” she was interrupted by another wave as she knelt over the bowl throwing up bile and stomach acid only. “Perfectly fine.” Her hair started getting in her face and mouth. “Goddammit, get out.” She yelled at the clump of hair making her job harder.

      “Is there anyone else in there?” Bakugou asked.

      “It’s just me.”

      She heard the door open. “You better be decent,” he called as he ventured into the stall she was occupying, having forgotten to latch the lock as she was in too much of a rush to even care.

      She felt hands gently scooping up her hair, slightly massaging her scalp in the process. She leaned into the feeling, “What’re you doing?”

      “What do you think I’m doing? I’m putting your hair in a ponytail, unless you want it to be covered with vomit?” She said nothing as Bakugou wrapped a scrunchy around her hair.

      “Thank you, but how’d you know where I was?”

      “You’ve been leaving lunch halfway through for the past 3 days, so I beat the answer outta Deku. Then it was a matter of matching up timelines. Since you and Frogger are the only two who haven’t had their period this month there was only one reasonable conclusion.

“Lunch is almost over, all that’s left is hero class. Want me to tell Aizawa and All Might that you’re out of commission?” he asked as he backed away.

      “No, no. Using my quirk a lot actually helps. I just need to get through this and I’ll be fine.” She hung her head over the bowl as the feeling in the back of her cheeks resided, signifying that she should be done soon. “Go on ahead, I’ve still got to put on a new pad.”

      He exited the stall as she got up off the floor, “Fine, but if you’re not in class in like 15 fucking minutes then I’m hauling your ass to Recovery Girl. See ya later, Pink cheeks.” He called as he left the restroom and made his way to class.

      14 minutes and 57 seconds.

      That’s how close she cut it. She slid the door open only to bump into Bakugou who was leaving at the same time, “Watch where you’re going!” Bakugou automatically snapped out, not even realizing who he had bumped into.

      “Maybe you shouldn’t stand where I’m walking.” Uraraka was quick to shoot back as she rubbed her nose, having slammed it on Bakugou’s chest when she entered the room.

      They finally opened their eyes, “Pink cheeks? Fucking finally. I was getting ready to hunt you down. C’mon, the others should be here soon.” Lunch ended 7 minutes ago, but they still had an extra 10 minutes from then to get back to their class. Students like Iida and Momo were already in their seats while the others were still strolling through the halls.

      They got seated as the rest of the students piled in one after another, chattering to each other at volumes that should be reserved for military training and Present Mic.

      The door slid open and Aizawa walked in. Instantly everyone stopped talking and sat in the seats facing the board.

      “All Might got called to help Detective Tsukauchi, so I’m in charge of Heroics today. Put on your gym uniform and head to Gym Gamma.”

      Aizawa was too tired to create a lesson plan, so he let the kids have free reign as long as they used their quirks in some way. Most improved their special moves, others raced or fought each other.

      Bakugou, however, called out to Uraraka, “Hey, Cheeks! Get over here!”

      Uraraka was quick to turn away from Midoriya and Iida with a wave and walk to the blond’s side, “Yeah?”

      “You said using your quirk makes the nausea subside, right? What’s your limit?”

      “It’s at three tons now, so I can go all out right now!”

      “Alright, ” he turned his head away from her, “Hey, dumbasses! If you’re just gonna goof off then come over here!” He yelled at his group of friends. They zipped over, waiting for directions.

      “What’s up Bakubro?” Kirishima asked.

      “Pink Cheeks over here wants to control her nausea, so she’s gonna use her quirk on us until she feels better, ” he fibbed, saving Uraraka from explaining how backward her quirk side-effects got during this time of the month.

      And so all 6 of them floated around the room, using their quirks too. Bakugou learned that he could go extremely faster when it came to using his explosions as a form of motion. Kirishima and Kaminari had a small brawl mid-air. Sero was swinging around like an off-brand Spiderman. And Uraraka and Mina were joyfully chatting with each other (Mina made sure to shoot out some acid whenever Aizawa looked over, to pretend she was training). The prominent feeling of nausea Uraraka was feeling just moments ago faded away as she swam across the air.

      Class ended soon after and everyone headed to the dorms. Uraraka took this chance to grab a quick shower.

      While she was rinsing down, in the common rooms Bakugou was chatting with the hag, asking about nausea medication, or anything that might help Cheeks out.

      “And stop calling her ‘Pink Cheeks’! I'm sure there is more to her than her rosy cheeks.”

      Bakugou pulled the phone from his ear and yelled at the phone itself, “Shut up, you hag!” He brought the phone back up and returned to the neutral volume he had been using earlier, “I’ll think about it. Thanks hag.”

      “You’re welcome brat. I’m glad you're being nice for once. We miss you, Masu wants you to visit soon, please. We love you Katsuki.”

      “Yeah yeah, I know. I’ll consider visiting sometime next month. Bye, you hag.”

      “Bye, brat.”

      The call ended with a click just as Uraraka walked around the corner. She was wearing what had to be the softest shirt Bakugou had ever seen, and a pair of basketball shorts, clashing colors aside it was a very ‘Uraraka’ look. One that screamed ‘I’m ready for bed, but if you mess with me I’ll kick your ass!’ Her hair up in a towel just solidified Bakugou’s thinking.

      She plopped down beside Bakugou with an “Ouch, boobs!” as Bakugou scrolled through the pharmacy section of the nearest store's website, double-checking price, brand, and listed side effects.

      Positive he found what he was looking for, he pulled up his messages, searching for the only person he could trust with a mission like this.

Chat with ‘Momo Yaoyorozu’

Hey, momo! Go and grab me these

3 image attachments sent

Ok. Period?

Yeah, pink cheeks. Get a move on

Read

…

Ugh. PLEASE

You needn’t worry, I’m already on my way down

      Just as he finished reading, there was Momo with fresh new allowance money safely tucked away in a small strap purse. They briefly waved at each other before going back to their tasks.

      He turned to Uraraka, “You doing okay over there?” he asked, half-serious, half taunting.

      She gave a tired glare, as she replied, “I’ve been better. The nausea has gone down but I’m about ready to rip my chest off! I’m in so much pain, not even this fluffy shirt is comfortable.”

      “Try more form-fitting, smooth clothes. Things that feel like silk. According to my dad, that's all the hag would wear when she was carrying me, no rough textures, no fluff, or even dresses. Just tank tops and pajama bottoms! Hah, and she says she works in the fashion industry?” he chuckled as Uraraka looked at him in shock.

      “How do you know so much? It’s weird.”

      “Fighting with someone who isn’t at the top of their game is crap, you deserve to be treated well. Besides, the Hag basically smacked feminism into my head whenever her time came around. She has a short fuse during those times and will not stand any misogynistic shit in the media, or people in real life - so I learned to fucking listen to her - last thing I want is to be killed by her chucking a world history book at my head and be told to ‘enlighten myself on the oppression of women!’” he sighed like he was remembering a fucking good dream, “May he rest in pain.”

      Uraraka was a bit shocked, but nonetheless she still said, “Well whatever your reason is, thank you. Now what was Momo doing?”

      “I’m having her pick up shit, said she owed me for getting her all the shit last week. Normally I’d decline but I’m kinda fucking busy.” He remembered the earlier conversation, pulling out his phone, “Do you want me to tell Momo to grab some fucking tank tops or something?”

      “No, I’m sure one of the other girls will have one. It’s just a matter of trudging through the pain to find one.”

      “You do know you can just text them, right? Or call. Hell you can just scream and they’ll probably hear you! Watch,” as he took a deep breath in Uraraka panicked, squabbling around like a chicken with her head cut off, it was too late to stop him, “KIRISHIMA!” He roared, the sound reverberating through the halls of the dorm.

      Seconds later, Kirishima was sliding down the railing, face-planting on the ground. He stood up quickly and dusted himself off, having hardened just before he hit the floor, “You called?” he said, with a mock salute.

      “Just proving a point, but if you could get the girls, beside Momo and Uraraka then tomorrow I’ll beat your skull into the ground.”

      His eyes lit up and immediately he trampled up the stairs. Uraraka had no idea what just occurred, she knew boys had like a secret language, this was something else. “You just said you were going to beat him up… If he did what you asked him to. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around or something!”

      He scoffed and pocketed his phone again, “usually, but this fuckass says that every time I beat him up he can feel himself getting stronger. So who am I to deny him a fight, he’s the only weakling who doesn’t get knocked out in a second.”

      A few minutes later, the 4 remaining girls were being led down the stairs by Kirishima, whispering to each other about what could be happening. They made their way over to the couch where Bakugou and Uraraka we're seated.

      “Ladies.” Bakugou started as the dorm door opened. The all looked over as Momo walked in with seven bags worth of stuff, “The hell is all this crap? I told you to grab 3 things, not 30!” he groaned as she walked over.

      She sat the bags on the floor, “I know, but I thought the others would like these. I’ve got every menstruation-related medication that I can legally buy. Then I also have 7 matching shirts in various sizes because they were cute and on sale!”

      Hagakure chirped in, “But there's only 6 of us?”

      “Bakugou gets one! There’s also different drinks you girls, and Bakugou, can choose from. Ooh and-”

      She was cut off by Bakugou slamming his hand over her mouth, “we get it, and what the hell is up with grabbing me stuff I never asked for?”

      She tried to talk over the hand, but all that got out was ‘mirls mnife’. He removed his hand and let her speak clearly, “Girls night. We haven’t really talked about it, but I think it’s only fair you get to join us, the next one is this coming weekend, and we’d really like you to be there! Pleaseee!” she cried as she battered her eyes jokingly, the other girls followed suit, some even pouted as they did so.

      “What has Bakubro even done?” Oh God. They were so wrapped up in Momo’s shopping extravaganza that they forgot Kirishima was still with them.

      The girls talked over each other as they tried to explain just how helpful he had been for the past month, but none of their words could be heard past a jumble of sounds and praises.

      Bakugou shifted and automatically the others went quiet, “I just helped them, now they’re fawning over me because the other men of the dorms are a bunch of idiots.” Kirishima looked perplexed. Bakugou groaned and added on, “Remember when you caught Mina lying on the floor in pain, it’s when she hit you with her slipper? Or when I had you bring me my jacket down while Momo was in the kitchen? Or even now when I yelled for you to get the girls? Those we’re all so one of these fuckmunchers wouldn’t have to deal with their pain and troubles by themselves. It’s called being a decent fucking human!”

      Kirishima still didn’t know exactly what Bakugou was talking about, but he knew that it meant his friend was getting out of his angry bubble, and that was something worth celebrating, “Cool, see I knew there was a heart under all those explosions and swear words!” He cheered as he wrapped his arm around the blond's shoulders. The others girls watched, then one by one joined the pile.

      Bakugou squirmed within the mound of bodies, “Back up, you mother-fuckers! Uraraka, what about your… You know, the whole reasons the other girls are down here?”

      All the girls peeled themselves off Bakugou to consolidate Uraraka, “What’s going on?” they asked as Bakugou threw Kirishima on the floor.

      “She needs smooth fabrics, things that feel like satin, she’s having issues concerning,” he gestured to his pecs, “that area.” the girls instantly knew what he meant and Momo was quick to grab Uraraka’s wrist.

      “C’mon girls! You can each pick something from my wardrobe, oh this is going to be so sweet!” the girls quickly followed, giving Bakugou and Kirishima a ‘thanks’ as the made their way to the stairs.

      Mina, who was the last one to leave yelled behind her, “Saturday, in Tsu’s room! Please join us!”

Chapter Text

Tsuyu

    By the time Saturday rolled around, Uraraka’s time was ‘bout up, she never really asked for much during her week - except if she could use her quirk as much as possible - and Bakugou, for one, was grateful that he didn’t need to do any more shopping.

    Now Tsu, she was glad that ‘Girls Night’ landed on her week, more bodies means more warmth, and she was always so cold during her period. She hoped that the cramps, and cravings, and small bouts of ‘what if's’ weren’t going to ruin this day.

    For the most part, Saturday morning was the same as any other day; everyone gets up - eventually; they eat; brush their teeth; put on their pants if they forgot to (Kaminari, seriously? Again!); then they are free to do whatever they want - granted it’s legal.

    And for Bakugou… well, usually that’s blowing up Midoriya and Todoroki, but this time the girls beckoned for him. ‘Girls Night’ was apparently already starting at… 1:02 pm. (Honestly, he thought it was gonna start at like 6 pm).

    He followed behind the gaggle, but it’s not like he had any other plans.

    When they got to Tsuyu’s room, a small T.V. had been set up on the floor, with someone's computer hooked up to it - That’s one way to do it, I guess.

    Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure had already been in the room, getting everything ready.

    Aside from the T.V., there was a pile of snacks on Tsu’s cute small frog table, a collection of nail polish on her dresser, and a stack of magazines and books near her bed.

    As the girls, and Bakugou, shuffled in, Asui whispered something to Uraraka, who in turn nodded and grabbed the pink blanket she hefted from her room. She wrapped it around her froggy companion who curled up in it.

    The girls pulled Bakugou with them as they all piled on and around the bed. Hagakure moved down to the computer and got it all set up, shuffling through the shows and movies that were available. As the first pick, she chose Tangled.

    As the opening started everyone was fighting for a spot. It was an unspoken agreement that Tsu gets her bed, but any other spot went to those who were victorious! So it ended up like this; Tsu’s bed was big enough to hold Tsu herself, Bakugou in the middle, and Uraraka on his other side. (Tsu got the side closest to the bathroom, in case of emergency).

    Hagakure sat on the floor, leaned against the bed frame, in her teddy bear pj’s with a mountain of pillows and blankets by her side. Momo, Jiro and Mina quickly joined her pile.

    Now Bakugou’s gotta admit, this wasn’t what he was expecting. He thought it was going to be more screaming and makeup and talking about boys or whatnot, but this. This was actually tolerable. It was mostly silence, apart from munching on food, and laughing, and throughout the movie, he noticed that Ms. Frog was at the very edge of her bed, as in one wrong move and she’s face-planting on the floor. He’s never had an actual conversation with her, all he knew of her was that she was a frog, and good in battle - that’s it. So as the ending credits were wrapping up and Momo began yet another Disney movie, he took this opportunity to talk to his froggy companion, “Hey, Frogger!” He whispered as to not worry the others, “You’re about to fall off the edge, dipshit!”

    She turned her head to face him, as it was the polite thing to do when speaking, “I know.”

    He groaned, “There’s this whole ass room over here,” he motioned to the space between them, “I don’t bite unprompted. Just get your ass over here.”

    After a few seconds of nothing, she slowly moved in. Still a bit away, but she wasn’t going to fall off now.

    Having tuned back into the real world the music of ‘Belle’ filled his ears as Momo’s favorite music led into the establishment of characters. And if all of them booed Gaston and chucked the nearest stuffed animal at the T.V well, who was gonna know?

    Halfway through, he noticed in the corner of his eyes that Kermit was shivering under her pink blanket, so when she got up to change her pad he punched Uraraka (lightly), and demanded (asked for) a blanket. One was passed up from the pile on the floor, one big enough to cover the entire bed, and then some. He fought with it, and won, tossing it over the entire bed, mostly covering Tsuyu’s side. When she came back she was quick to snuggle under both blankets, letting out soft ribbits in the process.

    The movie ended and the T.V was quickly turned off. “The hell’s going on now?” He asked, unfamiliar with the schedule of ‘Girls Night’.

    Ochaco and Tsu climbed off the bed - blankets dragging behind Frog-girl. They joined the other on the floor as Momo grabbed the previously mentioned polish and came back to the group. “Yaomomo, do mine first!” Hagakure shouted, her sleeve raising up, signifying that her hand was up in the air.

    “Kure, we can’t see your hand. How about you paint your own nails, then help with the others?” Momo suggested.

    “Oh poo, fine.” She called back as she grabbed her colors and started painting.

    While the girls got everything situated Tsu’s face looked blank, more so than usual. Everyone was busy so Bakugou slinked off the bed and slowly made his way over to her. “Tsuyu?” He asked quietly, “You doing okay over here?”

    She pulled the blanket further around herself, “I’m fin-“

    “You are not fine, I can see it in your stupid eyes, so stop giving me that crap. If you’ve got a problem with me being here, then tell me and I’ll make a stupid excuse and leave you alone.”

    “It’s not that.” She claimed, ribbiting nervously, “I’m not used to you not yelling and exploding every five seconds. So I can’t figure out your reason for helping us, or if you’re expecting something in return for helping us. I like to know everything before I make any decisions.”

    “Fine, then I won’t try to help you. Let’s just hang out or whatever, and then you can decide whether or not I’m worthy enough to help you. That work for you?”

    She gave him a small smile as Uraraka came over with polish in her hand. “You ready Tsu? Bakugou?”

    She nodded, he grimaced, asking, “Do I fucking have to?”

    Everyone shouted, “Yes!”

    Uraraka reached out her empty hand, “C’mon Tsu, you can pick out what we talk about!”

    Tsu grabbed her friend and followed her to the setup, Bakugou was close behind.

    They all sat around a makeshift stand that barely reached their chest, perfect for resting hands on. Hagakure was already finished and had already started coating Momo’s nails with a red that matched the girls’ hero costume.

    Tsu thought for a second about what she would want to talk about, it had to be something all of them would be comfortable with, so relationships would be out of the question, she wasn’t sure Bakugou would be fine with that.

    She had the perfect idea, “Hey, what are your guys’ favorite Pro Hero and why?”

    A switch was flipped as everyone’s brains went into thinking mode.

    As Momo examined her nails she spoke, “I’d say Fatgum. He’s got one of the highest arrests without violence, he’s very kind, and his quirk also uses fat like mine does. I heard from Kirishima that Fatgums advice is that no matter the physical prowess, whoever can make the other lose their will to fight is the true winner!” Momo then began softly blowing on her nails as Ochaco laid her hand on the stand, passing over a light pink polish and a dark blue polish.

    ”Are you guys doing the colors of your costumes?” Bakugou asked, noticing each girl’s choices.

    “Yeah! Last time we did our favorite colors, and once we even did a LoV theme!” Mina called as she started on Ochaco’s nails.

    “I’ll be right back,” Tsu called, heading to the bathroom.

    “How are you doing Bakugou?” Jiro asked while Hagakure painted a dark purple on her nails.

    “Fine, Ears. What are we doing after this?”

    Momo took over, “After everything is dry and has a top coat applied, we were thinking, Video Games? Down in the commons?”

    “You can invite some of your friends too, so you don’t feel so outmatched!” Jiro teased

    “I’ll take you all on!” He claimed as Tsu sat back down.

    They laughed at that as Ochaco shook her hand dry. “My Turn. I’d say my favorite Pro is Gunhead. Thirteen and Ruyuku are close behind though. But he taught me so much, it’s because of him that I was able to save Tsu during the training camp, and the only reason I even passed the final exams! His advice has gotten me so far, so I guess I’m a bit biased.” She claimed, nervously rubbing the back of her head with her (thankfully dry) hand.

    “Not in the slightest, it’s admirable, and it’s natural to look up to those who teach us!” Momo said.

    Hagakure spoke up, “Yeah! I mean Aizawa’s my favorite for that same reason, well that and because he showed us that not having a flashy quirk doesn’t make anyone less worthy to be a hero. He took on the entire League of Villains by himself! He’s awesome!” Everyone, including Bakugou, agreed.

    While Mina got a base of teal painted on, she animatedly started talking about her favorite Pro, “Based on looks only, my fav would have to be that one sheep lady, I don’t know what her name is or what her quirk is, but she’s cute!”

    “You mean that rat bastard who yelled at me during the sports festival?!” Bakugou complained.

    “What? I don’t know, maybe? How do you even remember who said what?”

    “I never forget a bitch.” He claimed, “She was short, and had a fluffy pink outfit that showed her belly. Looked like a ‘sexy’ pink sheep or some shit.”

    “Yeah, okay. But overall, I’d say my favorite Pro is Mount Lady. At first I didn’t like her at all, she just seemed so fake, but after all the shit at Kamino she seemed like she actually wanted to help people to help people. And since we both have destructive quirks it was inspiring to see her not break anything in the process!” Bakugou could kind of see where she was coming from, but one more talk about the training camp and Kamino and all that shit, and he will blow up.

    Mina’s nails were given tiny dots of magenta while Tsu took her turn, “My favorite Pros would have to be Selkie and Sirius. When I was interning with them they taught me what it meant to be a hero, and to not rush in without knowing all you can. Plus, who doesn’t like cute heroes?!”

    While topcoats were applied Jiro shared with the group, “Out of all the heroes, my favorite would have to be not an actual hero but a vigilante who is so well-liked by the public and other heroes that he is considered an unofficial Pro, The Crawler. I remember reading the news about how even though heroes and police and villains were after him, he still risked himself to save his friend, Pop Step, who had been affected by a villain. He risked getting burned by ENDEAVOR to save her. And that’s why he’s my favorite.”

    “You’ll have to share that news article with me, I’d like to read up on this ‘Crawler’.” Momo supplied.

    All of a sudden, Mina pulled Bakugou’s hand onto the makeshift table, “So blasty, who’s your favorite Pro Hero? And you can’t say All Might.” She asked as she applied black polish to his nails.

    “Why can’t I choose All Might! He’s the fucking number one hero!” He hissed out as Mina grabbed his other hand.

    “Exactly, he’s everyone’s favorite. It’s like the default setting for humanity!”

    “Fine. Then Best Jeanist. He was a bitch and a half to me during the stupid internships, I couldn’t wait to leave. But after what happened… at Kamino, how he saved those extras and managed to wrap Balls for One up. He’s at least more tolerable than half the idiots out there that think they’re fit to be heroes!”

    “No kidding!” Mina yelped back as she placed his hand down, grabbing his other one again, which was now dry, and painted an orange X on top.

    “But I am not going anywhere near tight jeans for the rest of my life, I will bite anyone who tries to force me into a pair!” Mina nodded along as she repeated the X on the other hand.

    She carefully placed a layer of topcoat on each nail. Then, “Done!” She claimed as she released Bakugou’s hands back to him.

    He examined his nails, somewhat pleased with them. “Now what?” He asked, noticing how the rest of the girls were waiting patiently.

    “Tsu, would you like to choose what game we start with?” Ochaco asked.

    The small girl let out a cute croak and responded, “Smash Bros, please?”

    “Oh fuck yeah!” Bakugou cursed as the girls nodded alongside in unison. “Imma whoop all y’all asses! Just you fucking wait!”

    “You’re on!” They cheered back!

-

    These Girls were vicious. Bakugou swears they ganged up on him, trying to push his character off the stage at every possible point.

    And don’t even get him started on how well they understood their characters’ attacks. He expected random button mashing and praying, like how Dunce Face and Shitty Hair play, but instead, he got hip-checked by gosh damned Princess Peach right as he was climbing back onto the platform, causing his character to be booted off-screen and killed. The opposing Peach just opened her parasol and floated back to safety.

    Bakugou may or may not have sent threats over to Uraraka, who was smiling innocently.

    Tsu, surprisingly, was decimating her competition. She showed no mercy as Greninja pulled a fucking Face Breaker on Mina’s stupid Ridley! She then threw him off the stage, blocking him from the platform until the Up + B move could not save them, effectively ending their turn.

-

    Tsu and Hagakure teamed up against Momo, Jiro, and Uraraka.

    It was Greninja, and Princess Zelda Vs. Palutena, Dark Samus, and Princess Peach.

    Bakugou cheered on Tsu’s team, hoping someone would avenge him by taking out Uraraka. Mina cheered for Momo’s team, for basically the same reason against Tsu.

    The battle was heating up, the girls leaned forward, pushing the buttons harder as they hit strike after strike, trying to throw the others off the stage.

    Uraraka’s Princess Peach opened her parasol, hitting Hagakure’s Princess Zelda who was a platform above. The opposing Princess instead teleported to the other side of the stage and sent out a Phantom, immediately scaring (and slicing) Jiro’s Dark Samus off the edge. Jiro fuddled with the controller, trying to save herself, but there was no hope left. Her character fell off the map and she hung her head in shame.

    Uraraka was knocked off the edge by an unchecked Hip Check, the opposing character dodged and kicked hers further away from the ledge, ending her life.

    Momo and Tsu were going head to head, blasting light and water, respectively. Palutena kept blasting Greninja into the air, but the froggy Pokemon would not fall off the stage, no matter how hard she pushed.

    Everyone, except Hagakure who was waiting on the sidelines, watched Greninja turn the tide and start beating the crap outta Palutena. Not letting any one of her attacks hit. They were so focused on the main fight going on that they didn’t notice the Smash Ball floating along on the opposite side, where Hagakure’s Princess Zelda was waiting.

    She chased the power-up ball around, left and right, trying to get it to activate before anyone else noticed it.

    Almost.

        Almost.

            Alm….

    Hah, she’s got it, finally! She slowly crept up on the two battlers, making sure she was in the perfect position to attack.

    Just as Palutena punched Greninja closer to Zelda, Hagakure shouted, “SORRY TSU!” Who ribbited in confusion before noticing the glowing Princess.

    Everyone stared as both Palutena and Greninja were enveloped in the power of the Triforce of Wisdom, and were shot off-screen, killing them both.

    There was a brief pause, then noise.

    Different cries mixed into a conglomerate of a sound as what happened sunk in, “Holy fudge, Hagakure.” Mina claimed.

    The girls dogpiled onto her in celebration and revenge. And let’s just say Bakugou was also kinda impressed (Though he’s still pissed that he was the first to lose). “The fuck were you hiding that, for Pete’s sake. You could’ve been down here teaching my idiots a lesson!” He barked out, matter-of-factly.

    Mina popped her head outta the pile, “Excuse you, those are ‘our’ idiots. Not yours exclusively.”

    “Whatever, I didn’t even want ‘em,” he replied as the girls unpiled themselves.

    Tsu stood up slowly, “I’m going to the bathroom, let Kure choose the next game - since she won.”

-

    Tsu was not gone long, but she was not expecting to hear, “C’mon, steal the taxi cab! Hurry up, he’s gonna get up off that floor soon!”

And,

    “I’m trying, Kure, I’ve never done this before!” From across the hall.

    She turned the corner to see Momo with the Xbox controller in her hand, panicking as everyone screamed out directions.

    “What are you guys doing?” She asked as Ochaco showed Momo which button to hold down.

    “They’re teaching Momo how to steal a Taxi Cab in GTA.” Bakugou responded like it was a daily occurrence.

    “I understand that part,” she let out a ribbit as she sat back down, and continued, “Why?”

    “Because it’s fucking fun. Especially when you drive recklessly and/or get into a police chase while you have a passenger! It’s even better when you drive off a cliff and the car explodes!”

    “Okay.” She accepted and shut up, just in time to see Momo get back-ended by a semi and send her character flying through the windshield.

    “No, Franklin, my baby!” Uraraka yelled, havin’ gotten attached to said Franklin.

    “Noo!” Everyone else screamed as the ‘Wasted’ screen popped up.

    “But I was going the speed limit, ” Momo cried out.

    “But Yaomomo.” Hagakure started, resting her hand on Momo’s shoulder, “The speed limit is boring. You wanna get paid, you gotta get there as fast as the car will take you.”

    “But, then what’s the point of the stoplights?”

    “Obstacles? Maybe you should let Tsu try.”

    “Probably. Tsu?” Momo held out the controller to let the other girl take it.

    Tsuyu was a natural. As soon as she ‘robbed’ or ‘borrowed’ a new taxi, she was roaring down the street at what was most definitely not the speed limit. Her usually calm demeanor was replaced with, well I don’t know how to describe it, it was like she was an entirely new person/frog/something.

    “You go, frogger!" Bakugou cheered from beside her as she stopped right at her pick-up.

    Momo was frightened, not only for herself, but also for the poor passenger. Wincing everytime Tsu hit a stoplight or another car. But those obstacles never stopped her froggy friend, when she was spun around backwards, she just switched into reverse and 180’d the car back onto the road with such ease. 

    Everybody was going crazy. Asui had just picked up her 8th passenger, and the car was not yet smoking! 

    Despite her crazy driving: going off cliffs, barely making turns, and running over citizens (granted, most of them were the whores, drug lords, and small children, but still) the car was mostly still intact. Sure it was missing both bumpers, and the front hood flew off a while ago, and she may be missing all the windows, and perhaps she’s down 3 doors, but she hasn’t exploded into a fiery mess yet, so… Yeah, Tsu was doing an awesome job! 

    Tsu herself was feeling the best she’s ever felt, especially during her sacrifice week. Sure the cramps were kicking her ass, but she dealt with them by yelling at the game. And being here with all the girls, and Bakugou - who she had not particularly been wanting to spend time with, but was now frankly vibing with him - well, it was nice. 

    So, while she was driving like a maniac, she leaned back against Bakugou. She felt him move his arm to the back of the couch and she fell back into the crevice between him and the couch. Without looking away from her game, she let out a small, “Thank you," followed by soft ribbits. 

    “No problem. Tsu." 

Chapter Text

1. (07/29/21)

Bakugou and Tsu

2. (07/29/21)

Mina Vs. Cereal Box

3. (09/04/21)

Cuddletime

4. (09/19/21)

Hagakure’s Gratitude