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Its a dark, stormy night at the hospital brimming with new patients coming in left and right. A bunch whom many doctors thought were too young. Parents, depressed, gloomy, mournful, no matter the word it doesn't compare to the amount of hurt they are in. Denki, possibly the only student in Class 1-A who didn't suffer many physical injuries, but the mental ones are still there. Katsuki, in a coma due to heart failure, many others still hospitalized or in a medically induced coma.

it's been two weeks since the league was defeated, and the heroes won, but did they? They people are still hating on them. "People Died because of your evil doing!" The press taunts at the heroes, other countries are getting involved to provide help, for the people, not the government. They are still upset about world war 2. America is providing healthcare, Latin American countries are providing help in rebuilding, and more are providing food and shelter in their homes.

Little careful actions everyday, help build Japan to the great country of heroes it once was, but the people will never forget. They'll never forget the danger, the tears, the pain they suffered. Especially the people who's loved ones were hurt or even killed in that war. The level of pain they experienced might be different, but pain is pain, its all the same. Danger is always followed by more danger.

The rescue teams feeling ashamed they weren't able to save even one more person, from the millions who died. The doctors feeling sorry for the poor families, they shed tears for the ones who couldn't, the ones who couldn't even say goodbye. Small business owners are creating ideas for the ones who lost an important person in their lives. Like a teddy bear that holds their voice, or a picture frame that can work like a video. Anything to help these poor, lost souls. They help, anything helps at this point.

Its been two weeks since the war ended, two weeks for the guilt to sink in even more. The parents have decided to not even leave their houses. Mitsuki and Masaru, the parents of the boy who literally died in the war, are cramped up in their room, depressed. Is that the word? No, but they are suffering, if not physically, emotionally and mentally. Katsuki, their son, is in a coma from heart failure, and has develop, Atrial Fibrillation other wise known as AFib. And he now requires a heart monitor and medication when he leaves the coma.

"Hey Jiro, do you think he'll ever wake up?" Denki asked the girl who is sitting in her hospital bed with a bandage on her left ear.

"I don't know, Kaminari," she pauses, choosing her words carefully to usually over energetic boy. "We can only hope for the best. But one thing's for sure Bakugo's way to stubborn to not wake up." She says finally after a long pause, Kaminari nods, but still not gaining the slightest of hope. When suddenly there's a knock on the hospital door, and a small boy with purple balls for hair walks in.

"Hey, I overheard you guys and I wanted to update you on the news" the little boy says. "Some of the others have started to wake up, Uraraka, Ashido, and Kirishima all woke up last night."

"Thanks Mineta. Any news about Bakugo?" Jiro asks, Mineta puts his head down and shakes it. "okay, thanks anyway."

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The rain is still pouring down, almost like its mocking Bakugo Katsuki's parents. Rain falling now, rain fell when their son died. He's alive now, but is there a chance he'll wake up? Twenty percent chance actually. All hope has vanished from the faces of those lost souls, can it return? One can only wish on a shooting star. When or even if he wakes up, would it all return to normal? Would it go back to the angry Katsuki yelling at Izuku? Would it go back to Katsuki acting like a thug? would it go back to Katsuki arguing with his mother? No. No it would not. Nothing will be "normal" or "it's an everyday thing".

"Mitsuki...are you in there?" Inko Midoriya knocks, then sighs knowing its hopeless. She leaves the bento box at the front door to the Bakugo's house. It was pointless, for two weeks straight, Mitsuki and Masaru both stayed in their house, the neighbors getting worried. Inko the most worried out of all, in fact Inko and Mitsuki were friends since they're second year of middle school. But they're sons we're a rollercoaster. Still, this isolation shouldn't be happening, but its a coping mechanism for the helpless parents.

One week later

Inko finally managed to get Mitsuki and Masaru to open their front doors, all she can say was, literal filth. Somehow in three weeks these two managed to rack up so much filth, mental health really is important. Inko forced them to shower and picked their outfits, drove them to the hospital where they haven't even visited once. Forced them to stay there as she finished cleaning up their house. 

They saw for the first time, what they've refused to see for three weeks, their baby boy, strapped to many machines, bandages covering his whole body, the damage caused by the war. Mitsuki covered her mouth, trying to stop herself from falling to her knees in tears, Masaru helping her stand. He slowly helps her to their son's bed, pulling up a chair for then she sits down. They just stare at Katsuki for a few seconds, before the both of them burst out into tears. Mitsuki grabs Katsuki's hand and Massey puts his hand on top of Katsuki's, like a sandwich. 

They sob and sob, holding onto their son's hand, when suddenly, A twitch can be felt from Katsuki's pointer finger, as his eyes flutter open.

"Mom... dad? Is that... you?" Katsuki says, barely audible. Mitsuki and Masaru's eye widen, hearing their son's voice after three weeks. They're faces light up, Masaru stand up to go get a doctor.

"Katsuki, what have they done to you my son?" Mitsuki cries out.

"Don't cry old hag, not even death can stop the Bakugo Katsuki." He says, pulling off a smirk despite the pain as Mitsuki chuckles, remembering that her son is still the same old same old kid he used to be, just older and a bit more mature. But he's still the same baby that she birthed, and that's all he'll be to her.

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It's been a few weeks since Katsuki woke up, he's doing much better now. But he still refuses for anyone to visit him outside his parents, not wanting anyone to see him as "weak". Slowly but surely he recovers his strength, already back to quirk training after 2 months.

"Katsuki, you're getting discharged in 2 weeks." Masaru says, holding a bento box for Katsuki to eat since he refuses to eat the hospital food.

"I know, shorty told me." Katsuki replies. 'shorty' is the nickname he gave to one of the nurses, he gave nicknames to all the staff.

"That's good," Masaru pauses. "Your classmates and especially Izuku has been wanting to visit you for a while now. Would you want that?" Masaru asks, sounding almost like a beg.

A long, loud silence occurs between the two of them. Katsuki breaks the silence with a small, barely audible "Izuku only".

It was clear what he wanted, very clear. He wanted the person whom he sacrificed himself for, the person who helped him improve. His childhood best friend. That's all he's ever wanted, and Izuku Midoriya is and will remain Katsuki Bakugo's best friend.

"Dad... Please, tell me, how is the nerd doing?" Katsuki asks, slowly, quietly. Almost like it was wrong, or dangerous.

"He's doing alright, don't worry about it. I've talked with your teachers about the rest of your class. You were the last one to wake up". Masaru replies, speaking confidently to reassure his poor, broken, traumatized son.

"It's all the damn psycho's fault," Katsuki is talking about Toga. "If her stupid, idiotic, selfish ass didn't grab the nerd we..." A long pause happens, almost as if the words are trapped in his throat.

"You could've won sooner?" Masaru finishes the sentence for him, almost as if predicting his words.

"How'd you know?" Katsuki looks at his father with genuine shock.

"Cause you're my son, why wouldn't I know." Masaru says with a smile, a smile that always carried the truth. A smile that always carried innocence and care. A smile that radiated love, cause that was the type of man Masaru was.

"Thanks Dad." Katsuki says. "I love you." He says very quietly, but he still means it.

"Right back at you, son."

Two days later, the clock is ticking slowly towards Katsuki being discharged. Today also being the day Katsuki allowed his first visitor outside his family, Izuku Midoriya.

Izuku's nervous, not only because this is the first time he's going to see Bakugo after he got sent to the hospital, but also because Izuku doesn't believe what's between them is "just friends." He believes it's something more, something more romantic and sexual.

Izuku knocks on the door, despite knowing Katsuki knew very well he was coming and that the door was open.

"Come on in." Katsuki says, pointing to a chair near his hospital bed. Izuku nods and pulls the chair closer, then sits down.

"So how've you been?" Izuku says, trying to make small talk, or just start a conversation in general.

"Like shit." Katsuki responds.

"Should've expected that answer." Izuku knows of Bakugo's language and personality, why wouldn't he? They've known one another since they were four-years-old. "But seriously, the whole class is worried about you, wondering why you won't respond to the class group chat, or even talk to us in general."

"You know why, Izuku." Katsuki says, putting his head down as if trying to hide his face.

"Maybe I do, I do know you'd rather break apart and die before being seen as 'weak', 'vulnerable' or accept defeat. And all I have to say is..." Izuku pauses as if trying to find the right words.

" 'all I have to say is', is what Izuku? Tell me." katsuki says in his usual rough voice, it's still the same old Katsuki.

"All I have to say is... It's okay. You need to learn that it's okay to lose, and no one in the class or possibly the whole world sees you as weak. And vulnerable is a normal experience." Izuku responds, finally finding the right words to say to his first and best friend, and nothing will come in-between them.

"Tch, stop trying to act like an all-knowing guru, or something. It's weird and its pissing me off. stop it." Katsuki says in his regular voice. Almost like that screaming part of him that was always yelling and being mean to others never existed.

"So when are you getting discharged?" Izuku asks. "Oh, and my mom made some Katsudon with Auntie. Extra spicy, just the way you like." He pulls out a food container from the small bag he brought with him.

"Of course, Auntie just had to do this. She's always so extra and babying you, it's almost annoying." Katsuki says. "I'm getting discharged in 12 days."

Bakugo and Izuku have developed a habit of calling each other's mom "Auntie". It's sweet honestly, and Mitsuki and Inko don't mind.

"That's good, hopefully we'll be able to return to the dorms soon." Izuku says.

"What do you mean hopefully? The dorms were straight hell." Katsuki replies, already downing on the spicy Katsudon.

"Yea it was chaotic, but to be completely honest it felt like a family. Just one big, messy, crazy, and especially full of chaos family." Izuku says, fidgeting with his fingers.

Katsuki scoffs, and just eats his food, his mind racing with different thoughts, many different thoughts.

"So uhh, Auntie told me you're doing quirk training." Izuku says at his attempt to change the subject. Katsuki nods. "That's good, hopefully we can train together as a class again."

Katsuki scoffs again. "Don't hold your breath." Is all he says before returning to his food.

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"There is no way in hell I'm being dragged out of here in a wheelchair!" Katsuki yelled, not wanting his pride to be ruined.

"Its not a matter of wether you want to or not! You will do as I say, and that is final!" Mitsuki snapped back, Masaru just watching from the sidelines. "We're also allowing you to go back to the dorms in about a week or two, as long as you call daily!"

"I will you old hag!" Today was the day that Bakugo Katsuki was going to be discharged from the hospital, after almost 2 months. But a strange hint of guilt and shame stayed behind.

"Where's the nerd anyways?" Katsuki asked. "He hasn't visited in 3 days!" Masaru and Mitsuki looked at each other like they had no clue, where was Izuku at the moment? No one could say. As Katsuki was forced by his mother to sit in the wheelchair, Masaru was on the phone with someone. Suspiciously.

"Uhh, yes we'll be there soon." The last words he says on that call before he hangs up and turns to his family. Him and his wife exchanging knowing looks.

"Seriously would someone just tell me what is going on! I hate being left in the dark!" Katsuki kept yelling and Mitsuki retaliated with a piece of duct tape over her son's mouth.

"Keep quiet, Katsuki!" Mitsuki said with a smirk, Katsuki mumbled under the duct tape. "It's a secret." Katsuki just clicked his tongue but allowed himself to be taken out of the hospital in a wheelchair.

On the drive back home Katsuki felt off, ever since the war ended his senses and instincts have improved drastically. He still has a bandage over his cheek, for his scar still hasn't healed yet. damn it, He thought. why won't they tell me anything? I'm trustworthy, right?

As the three arrive to their house, Katsuki can't shake the feeling that his parents are planning something. A dangling sensation of unease, anxiety, and fear hanging over his head, mockingly. Just barely out of his reach to grab and conquer it. It always be out of his reach. 

the sun is setting, im guessing its almost 8 pm. He tried to calm himself with other thoughts, but his best friend's face is the only thought that stays permanently engraved in his subconscious.

Taunting. Him.

Mocking. Him.

Blaming. Him.

"We're here. Home." Masaru says to his wife, making Katsuki snap out his trance. right. Home. As they step out the car, Katsuki senses the presence of others, but not in a in alarming way, just... discomfort. Masaru unlocks the front door, but just then... BAM!

"Surprise!" Katsuki's classmates yell out of their hiding place. The place is fully decorated, balloons, streamers, party hats, banters, even glow in the dark face paint. There are two signs hung up on the wall, one that says 'rest well!' And the other says 'happy birthday K.B.!'

wait. Birthday? He thought. it's april already?

In the midst of the sudden party, Katsuki's eyes kept darting around, looking for a specific green-haired, green-eyed hero. But Midoriya Izuku was nowhere to be found.

maybe outside? Maybe running late? His thoughts kept piling up, until he felt a tapping sensation on his shoulder. Katsuki turned around to find his best friend. His Midoriya, his Deku. His nerd. His.

"Hey Kachan!" Izuku exclaimed, wearing his regular T-shirt, shorts, and red shoes. In his hand was a box. "Want a gift?"

Katsuki scoffed but still opened it. Inside was cargo pants, baggy, but looked ragged, dark, and something that matched his style. 

"It's mid, I guess." He walked over to his room and threw the box on his bed, he did the same with the rest of the gifts all night.

"Time for Cake!" Mina yelled in excitement, holding the cake Momo baked. "And it's fresh!" She set down the cake, Masaru handing her a knife, and Shoto who lit the candles.

"Katsuki get out of your room and come eat!" Mitsuki yelled, her voice being heard across the house. Katsuki reluctantly left his room, and blew out the candles. Annoyed they were lit by Shoto.

Katsuki barely ate any cake, and gave the rest of his slice to Izuku. He wasn't very fond of sweets but the green-haired boy sure had a sweet tooth.

"Why didn't you visit?" Katsuki asked his friend, who was digging in to the cake like it was his last meal. Izuku looked back up, flustered and embarrassed by the question.

"Uhh, what do you mean by that?" His face turning bright red.

"You know damn well." Katsuki responded.

"I was busy, its all."

"That's bullshit."

"It is."

"Actually tell me what's going on." Katsuki's voice sounded almost like he was a begging puppy, waiting for his master to give him a treat- but in this case it was an answer.

They remained silent for a hot minute, the tension growing by the passing millisecond.

Izuku looked at his best friend. "Every time I looked at you, I remembered the war. It- it,"

"It was awful memories?" Katsuki finished the sentence for him, while Izuku nodded. "Sometimes ashes are the memories fire could not destroy, even if it's bad ones. Hope you understand what I mean." Katsuki got up and went back inside.

Leaving Izuku there to question if that was really Bakugo Katsuki. The angry kid? The kid that was always yelling? Always talking about surpassing All Might? It didn't matter in Izuku's mins, because his Kachan was becoming softer, and maybe. Just maybe. They could talk things out, about what the tension was between them.

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"YO! YO! YO! WELCOME BACK JABRODIES!" Present Mic's voice might as well have been heard from across the campus despite it being 5 in the morning. Today was the day, everyone was back in the dorms -with parents permission. Bags covered the front lawn, but there was only a small difference.

After a whole year of brutal hell, instead of '1-A' it finally said 'Height's Alliance 2-A'. Countless battles have been fought, countless injuries have tainted the bodies of those young heroes, and the victory they sought out after, was in their hands. No one could take that away from them, nor would anyone who knew the torture of the war would allow them to.

"You know the drill." Compared to Mic, Aizawa was an incoherent voice in the background, but his old homeroom class knew perfectly well. They put their stuff down, and looked at the projector to see where their new dorms were at- this time they had roommates.

"Roommates? But why now?" Ochaco, the brunette broke girl asked in confusion. 

"We paired you up with whoever you are most compatible with... To get better after earlier events." Aizawa answered her question, his voice firm but a hint of sadness following it. "Anyways hurry up, you guys have to meet your new teacher."

New teacher? Everyone in Class 2-A couldn't believe their ears. What did he mean they were getting a new teacher.

"You really thought I was going to stay as your homeroom teacher for forever?" His old class looks embarrassed, nodding slightly. "Well I'm the homeroom teacher for class 1-A, you guys are class 2-A. Got that?" 
They nod, not wanting to invoke the wrath of their old teacher.

"I'm still a teacher in the hero course so you'll still be training with me and the other teachers."

"So who's our new homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa?" Izuku asked, pumping his fists in the air like he's ready to take on any challenge the world throws at him.

"Masuhide Keizan."

Suddenly a tall, red-haired man walks in, a menacing aura surrounding him.

"Oh boy, he looks even scarier than Mr. Aizawa." Mina whispered to Jiro, Jiro nodding as a response.

"What was that?" Masuhide towers over them, like an animal that only sees red. "Ooh tell me what y'all talking about?" He suddenly turned from a menacing man in his 30's to a golden retriever?

The whole class looks around, not believing what they saw. Was their new homeroom teacher really like this? Who could say, they just met him.

Mina and Jiro jump back in shock- startled by the sudden change in personality. I guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

"Oh n-n-n-nothing, just that you seem scarier than Mr. Aizawa." Jiro answers, sweating bullets.

"Scarier than him? Oh no sweetie." Masuhide leans in to whisper in her ear. "Aizawa scares me."

"WHAAAT?!" Mina shrieked like a startled cat. Masuhide crosses his arms and nods like he was speaking in a matter-of-fact way. Jiro and Mina turn their heads in weird synchronisation, like they heard that Shigaraki was still alive.

Aizawa clears his throat, as to change the topic. "You'll be having a new kid in your class, you may have already been informed of him." 
Izuku raises his hand in excitement. "Yes Midoriya?"

"Is it Shinso?!"

"You bet it is!" Present Mic yells, wanting to be included in the conversation. "Its Shouta Aizawa's emo Mini-me, Shinso Hitoshi!"

As if on cue, Shinso walks in, carrying only a backpack and duffle bag for all his stuff. "Hey." He says in a quiet tone, just like Aizawa.

"Hey Shinso!" Midoriya exclaimed running up to him.

"Oh great, it's the emo freak." Katsuki stayed back, almost in a possessive way he gave Shinso a glare. 

"Who's he again?" Kaminari said looking at Sero for an answer.

Sero shrugged. "¿Yo que sé? (What do I know?)"

"Look at him! He looks manlier than when I last saw him!" Kirishima said, flexing his biceps.

"Ooh, Kiri." Mina said biting her nail.

"Anyways, we should unpack and see who's with who for this roommates thing, twin." Masuhide said, putting his hand out while curving his fingers- like a gay man. (💅)

The pairs weren't random, it took hours to see who could stay with who and in the end it wasn't so bad and no one complained.

Izuku/Katsuki, Kirishima/Kaminari, Shoji/Ojiro, Mina/Jiro, Momo/Ochaco, Asui/Hagakure, Todoroki/Iida, Mineta/Shinso, Sero/Tokoyami, and Sato/Koda.

They started unpacking, Izuku reminding Katsuki to take his medication.

"I'm on it, nerd." Katsuki groaned, taking out the multiple bottles of prescription medication for his heart. Leaving one on the kitchen counter by accident. Katsuki started cooking breakfast, with no trust that any of his classmates could cook at all.

"BREAKFAST IS ON THE TABLE, EXTRAS. SO HURRY UP AND EAT THIS SHIT BEFORE I THROW IT AWAY!" His voice was his usual tone, felt very comforting to know that he was still himself after those tragic incidents.  

Class 2-A scrambled down the stairs, all of them starving and not taking the chance of missing a delicious first meal of a day. The whole class melted into the yummy-nous of the food.

"We're splitting up the chores!" Iida explained, doing air arm slices.

"House arrest, you'll be doing the dishes. We'll talk about the rest in the common area!"

Izuku groaned at the nickname, it's been 8 months since he was on a house arrest for only 3 days, yet Iida kept on calling him that because 'you should be reminded of your past failures house arrest.' When Iida literally almost committed a felony out of revenge. 

"Fine." Izuku groaned, remembering how hellish it is to do the dishes. 

"We should be getting ready right around now." Momo says, putting her chopsticks down like a refined young lady.

"Yaoyorozu's right! Everyone start getting ready!" Iida stands up and starts bossing everyone around. Despite them having a whole hour until class starts.

"Iida, class doesn't start for a whole hour~" Kaminari whined.

"Speak to me when you get your grades up!"

"Damn." Asui said in shock, everyone knew Kaminari's grades were... special. Needs special attention.

After they finished getting ready they started walking to their classroom, using their school IDs to unlock the doors as they walked through campus. They walked past Class 1-A. All of them stopped then looked at each other and nodded. Its time. 

They barged in with weird energy to them, feeling overwhelming in a good way. 32 students got accepted into the hero course this year, so they divided it equally- 16 students for Aizawa and Vlad King each. 

"Hey! Where's the manly man of the hour?!" Kirishima flexed his biceps looking around for the other guys to do the same. And they did, not wanting to embarrass their good friend. The new class 1-A looked around, confused about what is happening. Why are upperclassmen in here?

"What are you doing in here?" Aizawa groaned, in his sleeping bag on the floor. Looking up at them with a death glare but Class 2-A was used to it so they barely flinched. Still flinched though.

"Here to see what is happening!" Izuku exclaimed in his usual charismatic energy. "And Iida made us get ready way too early!"

Aizawa didn't seem the least bit surprised. He muttered something about "fucking children" before returning to his sleeping bag, letting his old class handle his new class. 

"So what are your names?!" This one energetic girl asked. "Are you second years? Does your quirk affect your growth? Can you die from electrification? Does your quirk affect your teeth? Can you freeze atoms?" This girl sure asked a lot of questions. Katsuki starting to get irritated but Izuku managed to calm him down.

They told their names and after a second to process the girl bowed down at a 90° angle.

"I am so sorry for acting so casual! You guys are upperclassmen and true heroes!"

Izuku, Ochaco, Mina, and Momo started apologizing frantic the girl to raise her head.

"That may be true, but we can you help you whenever you like. Don't be so formal with us, twin! We chill." Mina said with Gen-Z flare. The girl looked up and beamed at them.

"Thank you so so so so so so so much!" The girl raised her head and started acting like childhood best friends with the girls. "I'll forever be thankful!"

"Who is this extra?!" Katsuki's voice was booming like he was 4 months ago.

"Oh sorry I didn't even introduce myself. Im Akira Sakura! My quirk is dream Pixie!" She holds up a small bag filled with dust.

"Oh is that a part of your quirk?" Izuku is holding notebook number 14, he filled notebook 13 weeks ago.

"Unfortunately no, it's to help practice my aim for my real pixie dust."

"So how does your quirk work?"

"I can control the dreams of people, but only if I know their personality and can guess what they're going to do or react in a situation. And my Pixie dust comes from concentration, but it's hard to make." She put the dust back in her pocket as she continued to answer questions from Izuku as he wrote down things in his notebook. "Like how I can guess due to what I've seen so far, that that Pomeranian would mostly likely yell at me, call me an extra, and tell me to die."

"Oh you mean Kachan?" He points to Katsuki who's behind him, and Akira nods. "Yea he would."

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT YOU EXTRA?! YOU LOOKING TO DIE TODAY?!" yep, Akira made a good prediction and she was right. 

"Told ya."

The rest of them go around and find Mini-mes, Momo finds a classy rich boy, Mina finds an asexual girl who has the same personality. So on and so on.

Shinso just sits down next to Aizawa.

"What?" Aizawa's voice echoed in his sleeping bag.

"First day. New class. New course." Shinso responded in the same stoic voice, but specks of uncertainty was clear in his somewhat shaky voice. 

"Tough on you kid?" Shinso noded as a response, not giving more detail. They sat in the silence between them, -the rest of the classroom was loud like a pack of hyienes- that felt oddly comforting. Shinso's real parents died when he was 6 after he accidentally activated his quirk and killed them by accident. 

He still regrets it to this day, the heroes didn't punish the kid but helped him control his quirk better, that's how Aizawa and Shinso first met. Though neither of them remember those days 10 years ago. 

"So are you and Present Mic married?" Shinso asked out of pure curiosity. Something he rarely felt because he only has two main emotions-Tiredness, and loneliness. 

"Somehow yes. Same-sex couples have been allowed for about half a century now." Aizawa groaned, though there wasn't any real negative emotions behind his grumpy voice. More so relief and excitement.

"Really? I thought it was still illegal."

They returned to their silence. As time passed Iida realized there was only 15 minutes until the bell rings so he dragged everyone out of there. But not before making them now to Aizawa as an apology for distributing his class.

They sprinted through those hallways like they were playing subway surfers and the bell was the police officer. Just in time they reached the classroom and sat in their seats. They sat exactly how they used to.

Izuku writing in his notebook, Mina talking to Tsu, Momo counting how much money she should give her friends, Katsuki kicking back, Koda talking to the birds that are outside the window, Sero cussing people out in Spanish, Ochaco making bets on what he said.

10 minutes later, still no Masuhide. They looked outside the window wondering where he was. Outside, dressed up like a clown, doing a TigTog.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HE DOING?! ISN'T THAT SHITTY-HAIR WANNA BE SUPPOSED TO BE OUR TEACHER?!" Masuhide definitely heard that because he looked up at them from his spot outside. Koda got some birds to tell him what he was doing.

Apparently "Heroes are supposed to be their quirky selfs."

"That. That thing is our teacher?" Mineta queried. 

"Somehow. Yes." Kaminari agreed. "I don't feel like taking the stairs again, should we jump?"

"Sure." The whole class agreed, damn they are unhinged. Katsuki punched the door, Mineta threw balls on the floor, and Momo created a safety mat to put on top of the sticky balls. One by one, (or as many could fit through the windows) jumped onto the mat and huddled over as a group near Masuhide.

"Hello class!" Masuhide was happier than Izuku when he's happy. Which is like everyday.