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Denki felt personally attacked by the rest of his classmates. If he was going to blame anybody it was Todoroki for opening his mouth about what he’d seen - because now it was Denki’s problem.
It was early morning before class when Todoroki uttered the words, “I saw Present Mic sneaking out of Aizawa’s room last night, I wonder if they were working late on our next training drill.”
Mina shrieked, Momo gasped, Sero exclaimed. There was utter pandemonium around them.
Denki shouldn’t be so mad at Todoroki, the poor boy didn’t even understand that their teachers were secretly together. He looked so lost when the class turned absolutely feral about the information.
“We need to know if they’re together!” Mina demanded with Hagakure’s eager fists pumping in the air behind her.
The class broke out into whispers and strategies. They knew that Aizawa wouldn’t react well to a full attack from the entire class so they needed to elect one person to ask him about it. That’s where Denki came in. “He likes you!” Sero patted his friend on the shoulder to try and convince him.
“I don’t think he does,” Denki countered because despite the pressure of his peers, the last thing Denki wanted to do was ask their teacher about his personal life. “I think he likes Midoriya more.”
The head of green hair in the front shook his head and looked at Bakugo, “not since the incident.”
“Shut up Deku.” He ordered and crossed his arms. Neither one liked discussing the fight that they got into which caused them to become problem children in Aizawa’s eyes.
Mina said that if Denki asked she would do his laundry for an entire month. That caught his attention. Since moving into the dorms Denki had been absolutely garbage at doing laundry, his parents had never really taught him how. He tried but his detergent proportions were always off - and don’t even get him started on separating colours. He thought it was a scam.
So that was how he ended up at the front of the class, twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at Aizawa’s sleepy head on his desk.
“Mr. Aizawa?” Denki asked, “I hate to bother you but I have a question.”
His teacher raised his head slowly, eyes barely opening, his hair unkept and his voice groggy, “What?”
Denki took in a deep breath, “well I have been elected to ask you this question because we all have been wondering if you and Present Mic are dating?”
The air in the room felt nonexistent as they all waited for the answer. Aizawa sat up fully, glaring at his class with such contempt it made Denki feel like shrinking back, “Why would you ask me that?”
Scratching the back of his head Denki explained, “Well not to name names but somebody - Todoroki - saw him sneaking out of your room really late last night.”
The class made various noises in protest of Denki ratting out his classmate but he couldn’t help it. The venom Aizawa had been sending his way got the better of him and he panicked. Now it was being directed towards Todoroki, who for the most part didn’t seem phased.
Aizawa’s tone was sharp, “It is none of your business what I do with my time.”
Denki shrugged, “We know, we know, we just thought in the fairness of not keeping secrets. Growing together as a class. As heroes.” He was rambling and he knew it, but all eyes were on him, the pressure was starting to wear him down.
Now Aizawa smirked, it was a terrifying look, “You want to discuss honesty between the class huh?” Oh no, Denki gulped, this isn’t going to end well. The teacher leaned back and swung his feet onto his desk, “Well then, before you get interested in my personal life why don’t you work out all your own issues? Like the fact that Bakugo and Kirishima have been lying to you for months.”
Everybody’s attention snapped to the angry blond boy whose eyes were darkened in rage and his hands were squeezed into fists. Mina nearly jumped across the aisle to stick her face into his, “what does he mean?” She yelled.
“Are you two together?” Sero’s tone was pure excitement as he questioned them. From the blush on Kirihima’s face to the way Bakugo’s scowl only grew they knew that something was going on between them.
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “we didn’t label it or anything-”
“You don’t have to answer them!” Bakugo interrupted him with a raised voice. Denki wanted to knock his friends' heads together for not having told them sooner. “Why the hell did you say that Mr. Aizawa?”
The teacher shrugged, he seemed to be enjoying the chaos unfolding, “It was the only secret I knew.”
Bakugo didn’t like that explanation, he growled in annoyance before he pointed his index finger out towards Uraraka, “Well Pink Cheeks over there steals money from Yaoyorozu’s wallet when she leaves it lying around!”
The whole class gasped.
Uraraka had her hands against her burning red face in anger and embarrassment at having been outed. Momo stood up to look at her friend down the row, “you could’ve just asked you don’t have to take it.” Momo sounded so honest and not even offended.
“It was one time!” She explained with a squeak in her voice, “but I planned on paying you back I swear!” Everybody was murmuring around to themselves about Uraraka now, nobody seemed to be focusing on Bakugo and Kirishima anymore. Which Denki guessed had been the blond boy's plan when he made the confession.
That’s when things really started to spiral because Uraraka seemed to have the same idea. In order to take the heat off of her she jumped up and looked to the man in the seat in front of her. “Iida told me that he’s attracted to the female lead in the movie cars!” Instantly she covered her own gasping mouth and sat down.
Iida turned red as a beet and looked behind him in awe at his friend. “I told you that in confidence!” His arms began moving in a robotic up and down motion as he called her out, “how dare you disrespect me like this Uraraka! I thought we were friends!”
“I’m so sorry I panicked!” She yelled back.
“Really dude?” Sero asked with astonishment, “the car?”
“Well, in the honour of keeping this a fair and just system,” Iida was speaking formally but Denki could tell he was upset, “I believe I should inform you all that Todorki does not wash his towels.”
The class was silent as they turned to stare at the boy in question. Their expressions all were different forms of suspicion and slight disgust. Todoroki’s eyes watched them all focus on him, his face remaining passive the entire time. “Ew, what? Why don’t you wash your towels?” Hagakure asked.
Todoroki remained unbothered as he answered, “I’m clean when I get out of the bath, therefore the towel is also clean when it dries me off. Why would I wash something that isn’t dirty?” He seemed so rational when he explained it that Denki couldn’t help but buy into his logic.
From near the window Midoriya piped up, “Um, Todoroki, that’s not how towels work.”
Without missing a beat Todoroki looked at his friend and said, “Well at least I don’t make All Might Thirst Trap cosplay videos.”
Midoriya nearly jumped out of his chair when he heard that, his face bleaching of color, his brows beginning to sweat. The entire class was yelling excitedly again, some people couldn’t believe what they had heard and others were laughing hysterically. “How did you know that?” Midoriya asked.
“Mina told me,” Todoroki pointed to the pink girl smiling widely.
She was way too excited in Denki’s opinion, if there was anything Mina loved it was drama and gossip. “I knew that MightyMan442 looked familiar and I had to tell somebody! Todoroki was the closest person!”
Jirou had been quiet for most of the shenanigans but she wasted no time in pointing out, “Mina just admitted to watching All Might thirst trap videos in her spare time.”
“Shit!” Mina cussed with realization, shoving her head into her hands. The class made an ‘ou’ sound that droned on forever. Mina shook her head at all of them before taking the spotlight off herself just as everybody else had done. “Momo has an entire notebook dedicated to writing Momo Todoroki in heart bubbles!”
Denki was even shocked by that, the whole class turned to the back of the room to look at the girl in question. Momo raised her hand to the side of her face so that she couldn’t see her seatmate Todoroki anymore. “Oh my god!” She was crying out at a volume level only dogs could hear.
The boy in question was only watching her with wide eyes, “you do?”
“Please don’t look at me right now,” she begged him, not sparing him a single glance.
Denki realized that they might have gone too far. So many of his friends' dirty laundry had been aired out without their consent. He peaked over his shoulder at Mr. Aizawa who appeared all too pleased at what was happening. This was a lesson Denki was sure of it. He didn’t want to disclose his personal business just as they didn’t want to let everybody know theirs.
“Hey guys!” Denki cut through the chaos of voices to grab their attention, “maybe this was a bad idea! We took it too far let's just forget it happened and maybe move on-”
Having been the last person to face public embarrassment Momo stood up, hands on her desk as she leaned forward and projected her voice to be heard. She locked eyes with Aizawa and spoke so clearly, “Denki is dating your son Shinsou, Mr. Aizawa.”
Silence over took the room that was somehow worse than anything else Denki had heard that day. He and Shinsou had been keeping their relationship a secret because, to be honest, Denki feared his teacher. Slowly he pivoted around to see the dark haired man’s murderous facial expression.
“You’re what?” His eyes began to glow, showing that he was erasing Denki’s quirk. With no options other than to run that’s exactly what Denki chose to do.
That night in the dorm was awkward, nobody spoke really. They were all silently grieving, having some of their worst confessions out in the open, and pondering to themselves why they thought they could betray their friends like that.
Shinsou sat on the end of Denki’s bed laughing as his boyfriend recalled the events of the day to him, “oh my gosh that’s hilarious.” He swung his head back in laughter.
“I’m glad you thought it was funny,” Denki tried to forget the flashbacks of being caught up in Aizawa’s scarf and interrogated.
Shaking his head with a mischievous smile, Shinsou crawled up towards the head of the bed, planting a kiss on Denki’s cheek when he got there. “I have to get into the hero course,” he stated, “you guys have all the fun.”