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If anyone had ever asked him, Izuku was unconditionally positive his thoughts on this matter would be a firm no, nada, absolutely not happening. Not even that crimson glare could make him do such a thing. At the very least, defeating All For One had upgraded his self-esteem (and his ability to lie) drastically enough that he wouldn’t bend so easily under a teacher’s authority anymore.
“I’m giving you one more chance to tell me what exactly happened, and why. No nonsense. Make it quick and efficient.”
And just like that, he remembered finding himself smashed between Ochako and Todoroki on the common room couch, watching Mina’s wild dances with Kaminari and Sato. It had been one of those rare nights when they had the dorm to themselves, most of the teachers being out of town for a conference. Aizawa-sensei, as the most experienced, had been sent to give a talk.
That left Class 2-A unsupervised for three whole days until late Sunday, with no classes to boot. Iida was determined to make them all study as if nothing had changed, but even Izuku could see that effort was destined to fail. Not even Yaoyorozu was looking forward to it, let alone the rest of the class. And who could blame them? After the chaos of the past year, something like self-study English felt lame. Scratch that, it was totally wack.
Anyway, Izuku had wanted something to happen. After the near-constant training of his freshman year, it was hard to just be up to nothing. Careful what you wish for, they say. Which brought him back to the current situation: the loud music, the couch, and the feeling that it was all just a bit too much. Don’t get him wrong - he liked to party. He was happy to be with his friends, to feel included. But he couldn’t focus on anything. If only they could tone it down.
And Ochako’s hand, occasionally brushing high up on his thigh, was definitely not helping. He could feel Todoroki tense every time it happened, a chain reaction of nerves. The fifth time, Shoto managed to catch Izuku’s eye. He looked even more stern than usual, as if about to ask a question. That was the exact moment Ochako’s hand slipped past Izuku’s legs and landed directly onto Shoto’s crotch.
Izuku didn’t process it at first; the sudden movement was distraction enough. But then he saw pure bewilderment replace the frown on Todoroki’s face, and he followed the boy’s horrified gaze down to where a girl’s hand now rested. Without a second thought, Izuku reached to move Ochako’s hand away, wanting to end the embarrassment quickly. But Shoto seemed to have the same idea, resulting in a clumsy, fumbling struggle that lasted just a moment too long.
Of course, someone noticed. They weren’t heroes for nothing, though he hadn’t thought it would be Mina, of all people. Well, he kinda wished it wasn’t her either.
“I knew it!” Mina’s high-pitched scream cut through the music. “A threesome! You owe me $50, Sero!”
Izuku flushed crimson instantly, trying to form a coherent sentence but producing only frantic mumbling. Moving his hand was impossible, it was pinned under Shoto’s, who seemed frozen by Mina’s outburst. Just when Izuku thought it couldn’t get worse, Todoroki spoke.
“A threesome? What’s a threesome?”
Izuku wanted to die. Right there, right then.
“It was a lesson, sensei! Extra-curricular learning…”
“Porn. You were watching porn as minors on the dorm TV via the school network, Iida. How could that possibly be considered educational?”
Mina stepped in. “See, sensei? It’s a very useful resource when you need to demonstrate something sex-related. Or would you prefer we demonstrate ourselves?”
“Oh, god, no, Mina. Just stop, please,” Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t need the details. Just the gist.”
“But context is everything, sensei! So, it all started with Izuku-kun and Ochako-chan…”
“Of course, it did,” Aizawa facepalmed. Ochako buried her face in her hands. “Please, Aizawa-sensei!”
“Oh, just shut the fuck up, Round Face,” Bakugou snarled from the corner. “Why the fuck do I even have to be here? I wasn’t even there!”
“Actually, you were the one who set up the TV for us, Bakubro,” Kirishima added.
“As if you extras could do it yourselves.”
“And you brought snacks, Bakugou-kun,” Shoji joined in.
“That’s enough!” Aizawa’s sharp cry silenced the room. Izuku dared a glance at his teacher, bracing for the fallout. Aizawa looked like he wanted to throw up and then lie down somewhere far, far away - a sentiment Izuku deeply shared.
Then, a loud laugh cracked the tension, followed by giggles and snorts.
“Sho, your class is the best,” Midnight wheezed, wiping a tear. “And they call me the only R-rated hero? I’m honored to pass the trophy. You’ve taught them well.”
“Very… resourceful students, Aizawa-san,” Nedzu trilled from the doorway. “Who knew sex ed was the missing piece of our curriculum?”
“Yeah, just remember, kiddos,” Present Mic added, grinning. “Porn’s a terrible source of info, ya dig? If you’ve got questions, just ask your sensei here. I’m sure he’d be happy to help.”
Aizawa looked closer to death than he had ever been and gave a low growl. “No, I certainly would not. We have a counselor for that.”
“Yup, Monday to Friday, kids. Hound Dog is all yours,” Present Mic chimed in. “But you can always ask one of the teachers no matter what! We’d be happy to help, ya know? Even that grumpy Sho over there, he’s just faking it. Don’t be fooled.”
“Back on track,” Aizawa snapped, voice dangerously low. His gaze swept the room until it settled on one of the most reasonable students. “Tokoyami, answer.”
The boy sighed, Dark Shadow flickering behind him. “Well… Ochako and Midoriya had a… threesome with Todoroki. Without the latter’s proper consent. And we…”
“That’s not what happened at all!” Izuku just couldn’t hold it anymore. “It all is just a giant misunderstanding, that’s all.” He immediately snapped his hands over his mouth, panic mode fully engaged. What were his chances to staying out of it now?
“Care to elaborate, Midoriya?”
Low. They were apparently very, very low.
The party died in an instant. Someone even turned the music off. Jiro, probably. That was his best guess. It would have sounded like a graveyard if not for Bakugou’s choking sounds in the background.
“What the fuck, Pinky?” Bakugou managed to spit out. “I don’t know who you think that shithead is, but the nerd’s definitely not part of it. And with who? Round Face and Icy-Hot, of all people?”
“I have proof. Come look yourself.”
That snapped Izuku out of his stupor and made him painfully aware that his hand was still in the same place. And now, a majority of the class was looking down at it. Well, at least his hand wasn’t directly on Todoroki, just on the top of Ochako’s. Stop, wait! Why isn’t Uraraka moving?
He spun his head fast enough to blur his vision for a second. When it cleared, he saw the girl was completely out of it: tomato-red, not even blinking, maybe not even breathing.
“You broke Ochako-chan, kero,” Asui’s face popped up on his left. “Ochako-chan, you need to breathe. And move your hand, too. We’re in public, that’s not nice, kero.”
“Looks like the boys are keeping her there. Such perverts,” Mina said, her grin shining like the sun.
Hagakure was shaking Uraraka while Izuku tried to free his hand. “Todoroki, can you please let go?”
“Oh. Yes. Sorry, Midoriya. I was just… thinking,” Shoto stated, finally moving his own hand and letting Izuku do the same.
“You truly were,” said Sato. “What kept you so occupied?”
“I was trying to remember what they taught us about threesomes. I thought my education was top quality, but apparently, it was not enough. It seems everybody here knows what a threesome is except me. Do you know too, Yaoyorozu?”
“Yes, I do.” Momo answered without a twitch.
“Well, I hope Endeavor learns about this.”
“About Momo knowing the meaning?” Hagakure whispered in confusion, pausing in her efforts to revive Ochako for a second.
“No. About me not knowing the meaning,” Todoroki deadpanned, then smiled. “He would be so pissed.”
“Why would he…?” a still-confused Hagakure continued. “Oh, no, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Well, I do! Spit it out, Todoroki!” Mina hopped on the couch armrest right beside Todoroki, leaning in close to his face.
“Don’t you extras have any brains? Why the fuck would you want to know that?” Bakugou screamed from the kitchen area. Izuku was relieved that Kacchan decided not to look at his misery, of all people leaving him some dignity.
“I like the tea, Bakugou. And this has the potential to be the scoop of the year,” Mina said, clapping her hands, her eyes never leaving Todoroki.