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There’s a knock on Kyouka’s door.
No, scratch that—it’s at her window. There’s a quiet whisper of “Release!” outside the window that makes Kyouka snort as she pushes herself in her chair closer to the window. She opens it, and sure enough, Mina comes tumbling in.
This is a new habit they’re starting. Even as members of the dubbed “Bakusquad”, and all the girls do genuinely get along in class 2-A, there’s still the relationship between Mina and Kyouka as the girls of the Bakusquad.
They’re the ones that deal with Katsuki, Eijirou, Denki, and Hanta on a near-daily basis. They’re both part of the groupchat, and the boys usually come to them needing advice and tips. Kyouka supplies the music and playlists for literally everything, and Mina’s fantastic at some fashion and makeup along with social situations.
But sometimes, they need time to themselves, as all people do. It’s a simple fact of life. And for these two…
Mina rolls to a stop and bounces to her feet, looking excited. “Kyouka!” She hisses, trying to lower her voice. It’s a valiant attempt; it’s past curfew hours, which is why she probably enlisted Ochako to Float her downstairs, since Ochako’s room is placed right above Kyouka’s.
“Mina,” Kyouka smiles, gesturing to her bed. “Shall we continue our crime documentaries? I outlined my Hero Policies essay and I honestly can’t focus for the rest of the night. I just want to eat popcorn and watch it with you. Any other plans?”
“Not at all! Dude, I’ve been looking forward to this all week. The boys have been driving me insane.” Mina sighs dramatically, flopping onto Kyouka’s bed. “I love them so much but there’s only so much I can do, y’know? I thought I would’ve had to restrain Kats from attacking Monoma again today, but he actually ended up pissing off Kiri, and I didn’t realize it until it was too late. Ended up on the run from Vlad King and apparently we got off the hook with cleaning the classroom because Midoriya had to run in and distract Aizawa from giving us a harder punishment.”
“That sounds like a normal Friday,” Kyouka snorts, and Mina grumbles before she wraps herself in a checkered blanket. Kyouka lets her shuffle around for a bit; Mina’s entire room is stocked with fluffy blankets, and she’s quite the opposite, so it takes a moment for Mina to get comfortable in other people’s beds.
“It honestly was,” Mina sighs again. “But I’ve been looking forward to this all week! Time to relax, time to chill out…”
Kyouka opens her mouth, but gets cut off by a knock at her door. The girls exchange a look as Kyouka gets up from the chair and makes her way over, gesturing for Mina to hide. This isn’t the first time that Aizawa’s stopped by her room to talk about curfew hours, so they have a foolproof plan at this point, but it’s strange that he’d be here now.
Mina buries herself under the covers seconds before Kyouka rips open the door, an excuse on the tip of her tongue. It takes her a second to register who’s standing at her door, and then she sighs and shoves all her boys in. “All of you are so ridiculous. You couldn’t wait another day or two to see us?”
“We wanted to hang out with you,” Denki whines, dramatically swooning into Kyouka’s arms. Eijirou carefully ruffles Kyouka’s hair before going to cannonball on her bed, Mina shrieking as she dives out of the way and gets caught by Hanta’s long arms.
Katsuki’s the last one to walk in. He towers above Kyouka, narrowing his eyes at her; still holding Denki, she knows she doesn’t look intimidating, but she stands her ground and holds her chin high. “If you don’t want to interact with us, I have a pair of headphones for you with your playlist already loaded on it.”
There’s almost a hint of surprise in those ruby red eyes, but Katsuki grunts and (carefully) shoves past her to sit on her bed, wrapping himself in the checkered blanket and barely avoiding Eijirou’s feet from where he’s sprawled. “S’fine. Don’t need it for tonight; these assholes have already tired me out so I’ll sleep like a goddamn rock. You’re fine to be around for now.”
Translation: I won’t have nightmares tonight, and I want to hang out with you guys.
Kyouka gives him a small grin, Denki disentangling himself from her arms and shuffling over to Mina. “Roger that. I have some water if you want; I convinced Iida and Midoriya to help me smuggle in a mini fridge, so I can have my own drinks up here. It’s been a pretty good investment—HEY!”
Hanta freezes from where he’s opening her mini fridge, handing a coffee flavored energy drink to Denki. “...Yes?”
Mina has no shame and cracks open a light brown energy drink with sharp pink nails. “We’ll definitely restock your fridge, but these are so good! We’ll buy a bigger stash next time. So what’s the tea, losers? Y’all know that this is prime time for the ladies of this damn friend group. Something wrong? You need our cool aesthetics and dashing looks to fix a problem of yours?”
“Can’t we just hang out with our friends?” Eijirou gives them puppy dog eyes, which Kyouka immediately turns away from. His are powerful and should not be tampered with, but with Mina’s sharp inhale across the room, she knows it’s a losing battle. “It’s been such a rough week, and you always make the best plans, and you both paint your nails the best!”
Kyouka looks down at her chipped black polish, raising an eyebrow at it and the perfect contrast to Mina's gorgeous bright pink. “...I think you’re talking to Mina, not me.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got the cool grunge aesthetic with yours.” Eijirou whines. Katsuki rolls his eyes and looks at his own nails, black and orange and still pretty even from last week. Kyouka sighs and walks over to her dresser, opening the top drawer and peering inside. “Fine. I’ll paint your nails then. What color do you want, Kiri?”
As Eijirou starts talking about different shades of red with Denki over his shoulder, Mina occupies Katsuki and Hanta’s space, trying not to laugh at the absolute relaxation on Hanta’s face as he curls up on Kyouka’s bed. “Her bed is always so comfy,” he sighs, stretching his legs out. Katsuki grumbles from where he’s still sitting and does his best to look bored.
Mina knows better. She hasn’t worked on being the Bakusquad’s social butterfly for nothing, and it pays off on how well she can recognize everyone’s microexpressions. Her boys are exhausted, but just being with the other members of their group is a good recharge for them.
Just as much as Mina and Kyouka need them, Katsuki, Eijirou, Hanta, and Denki also need them.
It’s a warm feeling in her chest. Even during training exercises, they tend to seek each other out just to come up with new combat moves and work on their dynamics. It’s no secret to their entire class and pretty much all of U.A. that they plan on creating their own agency when they get high enough in the rankings.
They all have to trust in each other. Strong foundations start here and now, where the shelter of school can still keep them relatively safe for now, and they don’t want to waste any opportunities before they graduate into the real world.
“Ooh, that’s a really pretty red!” Denki gasps, watching Kyouka paint Eijirou’s nails with a near-perfect coat. “Can we watch a movie while his nails dry? Like a horror movie or something?”
“Fuck no,” Katsuki says immediately, rolling his eyes from where he’s still sitting. He actually looks pretty comfortable where he’s at. “You’re gonna get nail polish everywhere and Earphones is gonna fucking kill you. I’m not cleaning up blood again.”
Ignoring Hanta’s dry “you actually clean up blood?”, Kyouka glares at Denki. “No horror movies. I will only accept cartoons or crime documentaries. Other than that, you can do whatever in here if you don’t want to leave.”
“Can we watch those crime documentaries?” Mina offers, curling up next to Katsuki and Hanta. She knows both of them so damn well; they shuffle around to make sure she’s comfortable, and she shows her gratitude by patting their thighs. “This feels like a chill and relaxing night, since one of us is probably gonna destroy the common room tomorrow. It’s also what we were gonna originally watch anyways, and I wanna see assholes brought to justice.”
“Well, that was our original plan anyways.” Kyouka snorts, making sure Eijirou’s nails have their top coat before she goes to curl up with her boys. “Are you guys comfortable with that? We were gonna do that before y’all barged in like a bunch of morons. Why are you even here, again? Something about bothering us late at night?”
“Listen,” Denki grins, trying not to laugh, “all of us were still awake, even Baku over there, and we had the feeling that you two were also awake! Sometimes we just want company; it’s been a rough couple of days, y’know?”
That’s certainly something they’re all feeling. Even after everything they’ve been through, after all the therapy and the occasional talks with their other classmates, it’s not the same. But they have each other, and that’s all that really matters.
“Can I ask what happened earlier?” Kyouka asks, remembering Mina’s words from earlier. Fighting Monoma used to be a weekly event, but it’s dwindled down to twice a month thanks to 2-A dealing with other situations and Kendo being around to smack him upside the head. More members of 2-B have started catching onto the tradition as well; Awase and Tetsutetsu have gotten into the habit too.
Regardless, after Midoriya kicked his ass in their first year, they don’t take Monoma’s word to heart, especially since whatever he told Midoriya caused him to go berserk. Kyouka doesn’t quite know what was said, but if it was that bad? They’d rather not deal with that again.
Mina sighs and presses her hands to her eyes, avoiding her eyeliner and mascara. “It was so stupid,” she laments, looking over at Eijirou with a curled lip. “And you’re still a dumbass, Kiri! You’re lucky you got bailed outta that detention!”
“To be fair,” Eijirou says, only slightly embarrassed, “he definitely deserved it.”
“He usually does,” Hanta points out. Denki nods excitedly. “That’s true! Look, we all know that Monoma is a little bitch and any of us could kick his ass any time of the day. It’s only because of Aizawa that we can’t, but he’s asking for it at this point.”
“Fair, but what did he say,” Kyouka interrupts, twirling an ear jack around her finger. “If it made the great Kirishima Eijirou go after him, then I’m sure it was something shitty as per usual. Which one of us is best with long range attacks again? I’m sure one of us can make that shot from the classroom.”
“He said some stupid shit about Kats,” Eijirou rolls his eyes. “Stuff about being a bully and ruining shit. I told him he ruins everyone’s day when he talks, and Mina stepped in to hold Kats back. Good thing for me so I could punch Monoma in his dumbass face.”
Kyouka squints. As esteemed members of class 2-A, she should reprimand him and talk about their image as upcoming heroes, but she’s part of the Bakusquad first and a classmate second, so she simply barks out a laugh and smacks Eijirou’s leg. “You damn right! Sometimes he needs to get knocked down a peg or two.”
There’s various noises of agreement, and the Bakusquad settles back in Kyouka’s bed, getting comfortable. She honestly doesn’t know how there’s five other people managing to fit on her bed, but they look pretty damn comfy, so she simply turns her attention to her TV and turns on a crime documentary.
“These are always morbidly fascinating,” Hanta quietly laughs, his long limbs sprawled across three people. On the screen, the documentary starts and blankets get curled tighter around everyone. Kyouka wonders if they ever locked her window. Probably not. “We’re heroes but we love watching crime stuff. You think it’s like, stuff for the future since we’ll probably be getting used to this? Or for some tips and tricks?”
“Tips and tricks?” Katsuki repeats, eyebrows furrowing as Denki howls with laughter. “WHAT? Hold on, go back to that shit! WHAT are you saying? Pause the goddamn documentary, I need to yell at you for this. Also, it’s useful since we’ll be working with the cops and we can pick up clues that’ll help the case if we’re assigned to it.”
Mina squints at him. “You just wanna watch crime documentaries, don’t you.”
Katsuki shrugs, not bothering to hide it. “Damn right. The science they use is cool as fuck.”
“What?” Hanta protests, a huge grin on his face. “I’m just saying that it’s a cool correlation! We’re saving people but kinda fascinated with death. Especially true crime, which is super neat in a weird way, y’know?”
“Nah, I get it.” Eijirou stretches out and lightly smacks Katsuki on the arm, laughing and Hardening his arm immediately when Katsuki swipes back at him. “Honestly, the worst we could probably do is Adam Sandler movies.”
“You look like a guy who’d like Adam Sandler movies, though.”
“WHAT?! WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN—”
“Worst of the worst are those celebrity autobiographies!” Denki shouts over the noise, trying to avoid the scuffling of Eijirou and Mina. “I don’t give a shit about your high school bully! Besides, we’re supposed to be caught up on hero shit, so it’s redundant!”
“Surprised you know a word that big,” Katsuki mutters, and lets out a very loud yelp when Denki lunges at him, both of them yelling and throwing hands. Kyouka watches her friends fuck around and tries not to laugh, but tenses up when she hears familiar footsteps down the hall. One ear jack presses itself to the floor, and recognizes the heavy yet soft presence that’s her worst nightmare.
“Hide!” She hisses, waving her hands frantically. “It’s Aizawa!”
It says a lot about them that they immediately split into formation. Hanta goes straight out the window with Denki, Mina vanishes into the closet, and Katsuki throws himself under her bed. The one that makes Kyouka almost burst out laughing is Eijirou, who has apparently assumed that Hanta was grabbing him too, and tumbles out the window from the third floor, yelping as he plummets.
Unfortunately, she has to restrain herself and instead opens her door to see Aizawa standing there. “Evening sensei,” she says, slightly tilting her head. “I’m sorry for being loud, I was listening to some old videos of my favorite idiots.”
Aizawa slightly narrows his eyes, looking around her room. “So if I go to Kaminari’s door, he’ll be there, correct? He won’t be under your desk? Or in your closet, since you’re watching true crime?”
“Maybe I just wanted to watch true crime without those nerds,” Kyouka defends herself. Aizawa walks further into the room to check her desk and Mina very quietly sneaks out, doing her absolute best to not get caught. There must be good luck in the air, since Kyouka shuffles in front of her escaping friend and Aizawa doesn’t notice. He appears to be slightly distracted by the documentary, and doesn’t hear Mina escaping to the bathroom further down the hall.
“Fine,” Aizawa says finally. “Just keep it down, alright? I’m scheduling a rest day for tomorrow because I don’t want to deal with any of you for a day or two. Keep the dorms clean and don’t let the dumbass Bakusquad blow up the damn couch again.”
Without another word, Aizawa leaves to go back to wherever the hell he came from, and Kyouka lets out a sigh of relief. When his footsteps are finally out of range, Katsuki shuffles out from under the bed and lets out a pissed off huff. “That was all Sparky’s bitchass fault anyways, and I thought we’d be fine, but I guess not. Re-fucking-gardless, did Shit Hair fall three stories??”
“I’m pretty sure he did,” Kyouka snickers. “The others will be joining us momentarily. We really run like a well-oiled machine, huh? I bet it’s all the years of experience we’ve got with each other. That’s super cool to have with all of you.”
Katsuki takes a moment to look down at Kyouka, sincere for the first time in days, and says, “I sure fucking hope so, especially if we’re making our agency together after we get work experience as sidekicks.”
It might just be how kind those words were, but Kyouka still gets choked up, turning away so Katsuki can’t see the shock and relief on her face. “Yeah, duh. Of course we’re gonna be the best. That’s why we’re a powerhouse together.”
The resulting grin from Katsuki is bright and makes Kyouka smile back at him before hearing the familiar sound of Hanta’s tape outside her window. She goes over to throw it open and watches as Hanta, Denki, and Eijirou come tumbling in, scuffed with dirt and snickering like madmen. Mina scurries back in and rolls her eyes at her friends sprawled on the floor. “Seriously? Was that thud noise you, Kiri?”
“Might’ve been!” Eijirou cackles. “But I think we got away with it! Anyways, WHAT was that comment about Adam Sandler—”
Kyouka turns on her documentary and heads on over to bed, waiting for her friends to join her. For now, she’s going to spend the rest of her days with her friends until they graduate, and then reunite as heroes in the future, working hard towards a bright future together.