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The day was coming to a close, and class 1-A was winding down in the common room. Some students were mindlessly scrolling on their respective devices, while others were just chatting about. This was the norm for the class. Once their day classes ended , they'd all gather together (sometimes in the commons, sometimes in a single students room for a slumber party) and bring the night in with one another.
The newly dubbed Izucrew were sitting around a circular table ( thanks Momo)- they were betting some of Sato's cookies in games of Tic-tac-toe, and Uraraka was up by...alot.
Iida was watching as his friends played. The class president refused to bet on anything, "In anyway, shape, or form", He continued to reiterate when asked to join.
The self-proclaimed Bakusquad were trying to study for upcoming tests, and Kaminari was close to tears as Bakugo kept berating him.
"YOU DUNCE! THIS ISN'T EVEN THAT DIFFICULT!!" ,said Bakugo with sparking hands.
"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, YOU GET OFF TO HERO HISTORY!!",screamed Kaminari. Almost immediately, his eyes grew wide as he regretted his words.
"...THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY DUNCEFACE?!!"
"U-um...Bakugo, buddy, pal... I-i didn't mean it. Y-you know me..." Kaminari said as he slowly got out of his chair.
Kirishima who was honestly straining from hold a firm grip on Bakugo's shoulder, trying trying keep him in his seat, decided to speak up,"Denki, just stop and get ready to run!"
ANYWAYS,
The Izucrew was having a great time. They would laugh at Uraraka's attempts to cheat (who cheats at tic-tac-toe??) ,and they would whoop and holler when Todoroki finally got the hang of the game. That is, until, Iida's phone rang.
Iida stood up, about as straight as a ruler, and excused himself. When he checked to see the caller Id, all of the color seemed to drain from his face. Iida shook when he stood up, his usual carefully calculated steeps were, dare I say, sloppy.
Let's be honest, the whole class' eyes watched carefully. As Iida stepped out of the building, the class was trying to listen in on the conversation. They would shhh and hush each other just to hear what had their class rep so spooked.
"U-um how are you as of late?.....Oh sure!... Wait what?....No No No, um it's fine... uh yeah...does Nezu know?... of course...See you soon!"
Iida let out a sigh of relief. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he turned to go back in side. He jumped as he was met with the curious faces of his classmates.
"Who ya talking to?"said Mina ,who hoped that it was a love interest.
"Was it your mom? Everything good?" Said Sero, who hoped that the class rep was okay.
"Was it your brother, Pro-hero Ingenium?!!", shouted Midoriya, with stars in his eyes at the idea of the Pro.
"May I please come back inside before I am bombarded with questions!?", asked a flustered Iida.
"Don't you have anything better to do than to listen in on other people's conversations?"
.....................
"No."
The class did make room for the rep. They let Iida through the doors, and then asked the questions.
Honestly, all he heard was a bunch of words. He could properly hear the words,"girlfriend","brother", "need friends", and "cake."
Suddenly, ignoring the questions of his peers, Iida shot up and used his quirk to run to the utility closet. He returned to the class before they really knew he was gone. In his hands were spray bottles and towels, a mop, and a duster. He cleared his throat.
"Class 1-A, we have been given a mission!",He said in his authoritarian voice.
The class shut up at that. The looked at their rep and awaited his instructions just as they would for their homeroom teacher, Loud Cloud.
"Our mission...", Iida paused for dramatic effect, "to clean the kitchen and common room!"
"Huh?" The class asked collectively.
They looked at Iida for any signs of this being a joke. They carefully read the expression on his face only to find one that was serious... and fearful.
They decided that, if this "mission" had Iida, the calm in the chaos, scared, then they would take it as serious as he did.
The class nodded their heads, grabbed some cleaning supplies, and got to work at lightning speed.
Once again, Iida let out a sigh of relief. He thanked the gods that his peers didn't ask questions.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The class was huffing and puffing and they all slouched on the couches. Some were even slouching on each other. (AWWWWW PUPPY PILE)
"So...class rep, why did we have to clean so vigorously?", asked Sato, who used his quirk to pick up couches and bookshelves so that Mina could vacuum underneath them.
"Oh right! I never explained. Apologies! We needed to clean because someone very important was coming over."
Iida sounded unsure. He kept thinking" please don't ask who, please don't ask who, PLEASE DON'T ASK WHO!"
"Who?" They all asked at the same time...
It seems as though the gods have deserted Iida.
"Um...." Iida sighed in defeat," my bu-"
"His Butler."