Chapter Text
Since the Trio were the last ones to settle into the dorms, everyone had been chilling on the couches playing what looked like competitive Mario Kart on the large TV screen, complete with a betting pool consisting of candies and chores written on slips of paper, along with a scoreboard to keep track of who was getting what when they had stepped inside.
Half of the class had fallen so deathly silent when they saw the Trio dressed in black to hide their recovering bodies that it instantly sent chills up Izuku’s spine. Having so many people in a large area unable to speak just reminded him of the lab, and he hated it. Hatsume had a blanket draped over her lap like it would hide the giant cast her leg was in, but it was obvious, especially since Hitoshi was pushing her wheelchair.
Hatsume had glared at them, because staring was actually quite rude , before spitting, “My bet’s on the girl’s team, Yaoyorozu and Hagakure have unused blue shells.”
They left the silent teenagers to continue their game, although they weren’t half as loud as they were before seeing the Trio, but thankfully they didn’t have much time to ponder over it.
“They’ll get over it eventually,” Aizawa informed them as he led the three of them to the elevator that would take them to their floor. “A lot of them feel guilty for what happened in the police station.”
“Why?” The three of them had asked in unison, and the hero had shrugged.
“Who knows. You teenagers are full of angst.”
They couldn’t really argue, as Aizawa pressed the button for floor six and said, “The rest of the class has been told that the top floor is an attic, and they’re forbidden from going inside. Something about wires and plumbing.”
Hatsume had nodded. “That stuff can get pretty dangerous, yes.”
The floor was giant. Which was to be expected, considering it would be housing a whole class downstairs, but it was still startling to see how open it was.
“This is padded,” Aizawa had tapped the floor as he made his way across the empty area, brightly lit with sunlight from the windows on all sides. “It’s for you to… tumble and roll without hurting yourselves, and you can fill it with whatever you want.”
Hatsume had nodded with approval. “Yes, I think the corner will make a perfect place for me to display our uniforms.”
Hitoshi had glanced down at her. “What about our base?”
“It’s best to get out of there as quickly as possible,” Izuku had said softly, glancing up at the confused boy. “You’ve never wondered why there was such an elaborate underground hideout before?”
“There’s two bedrooms up here,” Aizawa had called, opening the door to the first one, “This one’s the largest because we all assumed that you would share, but Kayama was adamant that Daedalus got her own room.”
“You can call me Hatsume,” the girl had said, peeking into the large room with an awed hum. Right in across from them was a floor to ceiling window that was draped in thin curtains that still let the light in, but didn’t let anyone see in. There was a couch to their far right that was facing a TV built into the wall, and to the left of it was a very pretty arch in the wall that went over a mini-entry that led to a giant king sized bed. Izuku wasted no time flopping down onto it with a satisfied sigh. “You’re my teammate’s dad, Daedalus is too formal.”
“Why is it so... bare?” Hitoshi had asked, brushing his hand against the bare grey walls.
“That way you can decorate it yourselves. When you guys are better, Nezu and a few others will help you go shopping for stuff.”
Hatsume had hummed. “Sweet! What else is up here?”
“Your bedroom, a kitchen and laundry room, along with a gaming room.”
Izuku had shot off the bed. “A gaming room?”
“You can thank ‘Zashi for that.”
Hatsume’s room was much smaller than the boy’s, but it was still big, with large windows and a fluffy looking bed. She knew she would only be using it when she needed her own space, which was only certain times in the month, but she was still grateful.
“We’ll send people down to your base to load everything up,” Aizawa said as he made his way towards the elevator. “We should have everything ready to be moved onto this floor by tonight.”
“We’re moving everything at night?”
“Yes. The students think this is an attic, remember? It’s to make sure they don’t go poking around your stuff and get themselves killed.”
“Nice to see you guys think our gear is deadly,” Hatsume deadpanned, and Aizawa dropped his smile into his scarf.
“Speaking of gear, wasn’t almost everything left at the Wild Wild Pussycat’s lodge?”
Hatsume screeched at the reminder. “I HAVE TO MAKE NEW UNIFORMS?!”
Aizawa stepped into the elevator with a tip of his head. “Ever thought about starting your own business? You’d be a millionaire in about a year or so.”
He left them alone with that, and Hatsume was staring at the elevator with a dropped jaw.
Hitoshi rolled over, laying on the padded floor like a weirdo. “Don’t we already have a shitton of money in our bank accounts?”
Izuku hummed, sitting beside the window. “Yup. Imagine having all that money though. We would obviously donate it, because we don’t need that much money, but damn. I would be able to by myself a motorbike.”
Hitoshi snorted. “At that point, buy a first class flight to America, get your driver’s license, and then fly back with an American sized car.”
Izuku turned to him with a grin. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Guys,” Hatsume said slowly. “I don’t even know what I would sell. Would people even buy it?”
Hitoshi sat up. “Um, excuse me? Are you doubting yourself?”
“Mei-chan,” Izuku rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket as he crossed his legs. “We all know you could put a bag of shit online, say Daedalus of the Masked Trio touched it , and someone will buy it.”
“Yeah.” Hitoshi agreed. “We have other things to deal with, and that’s the logo and what her business would be called.”
“It would obviously be called Daedalus’s Labyrinth,” Izuku shook his head. “And the logo would be gold.”
“What? Why gold? Shouldn’t it look old? Because of how long ago Daedalus was alive?”
“No, no,” Izuku slid over to sit next to Hitoshi, and he traced something onto the gray mats. “It has to look like this, see? And the only way for that to work is if it was gold.”
Hitoshi stroked his chin and nodded as if he could see what Izuku drew. “I see. That makes sense. And we’ll be selling her babies along with clothing, right?”
“Definitely. We can sell realistic looking costumes of our uniforms for people to cosplay in, we just won’t sell our masks and stuff that way police won’t think they’re the real thing.”
“Why our uniforms?”
“To cosplay, duh.”
“What’s that?”
“Oh my god.”
By the time Aizawa came back, it was indeed night time, and Izuku couldn’t hear any movement from below him, meaning everyone was sleeping. Hopefully no one was scrolling on their phones, otherwise there would be a problem moving everything and keeping the sixth floor a secret.
Hatsume was staying on their floor to instruct the heroes where everything went and how it was supposed to go, while Hitoshi and Izuku were cleared to help move things just a little bit. They weren’t allowed to carry many things, but they still contributed by holding the doors open and fanning the heroes who were sweating.
Once everything was moved to their floor and they were focusing on unpacking, Izuku with his ear to the floor, heard a door open, and he made a noise in the back of his throat. “Someone’s awake.”
Hitoshi stuck his head out of their joint bedroom. “Boy or girl?”
Izuku pushed himself to his feet. “Boy, I’ll handle it.”
Hitoshi saluted him and disappeared back into their room, Hatsume in the kitchen fussing over… something.
Izuku stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to the fourth floor. It sounded close, but not too close, so he would start at four and work his way down.
The elevator opened its doors after notifying him that he reached the fourth floor, and he raised his eyebrows at seeing Shouji standing in the hallway, his form tall and bulky.
Izuku stepped out of the elevator and crossed his arms, wishing he hadn’t taken off his sweater, which covered his bruised neck. “Hey… why are you up?”
Shouji glanced at the elevator behind him. “I… I heard a lot of noise above me. I thought someone was awake.”
Izuku shook his head. “Everyone else is asleep. You’re the only one up.”
Shouji glanced back at Izuku. “Why are you up?”
Izuku smiled. “I never sleep. It’s an Aizawa thing.”
“That’s not healthy.”
“I know.”
Shouji looked like he wanted to say something, and it was painfully obvious, so Izuku took pity on him. “What’s up?”
Shouji blinked. “What?”
“What do you want to ask me?”
Shouji shifted uncomfortably. “You… grew up with a lot of villains.”
Izuku mentally cursed himself. Next time, he’s leaving all of them to suffer in their questions. “I… forgot you guys saw… everything.”
Shouji nodded. “Are they… after you?”
Izuku sighed, dropping his arms to shove them into his jean pockets. “Shigaraki is, for sure. Chizome is staying under the radar for now, and if you call Touya a villain, I’ll claw your eyes out.”
Shouji nodded, as if he didn’t doubt Izuku would. “But… what about the other one?”
Izuku froze. Please no.
“...Chisaki?”
Chisaki Kai.
Izuku turned around to hide the way his facade shattered. “Please don’t bring him up.”
“...sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you to bad thoughts.”
Izuku laughed mirthlessly. “Anything dealing with that bastard is bad. But it’s okay, you didn’t know.”
He heard Shouji step closer. “Here.”
Izuku turned around, and Shouji was holding out a light blue ribbon tied to an amethyst. “This… is meant to calm you. You can have it.”
Izuku turned all the way around, his eyes going wide. “Shouji, your mom gave that to you. You… should keep it.”
Shouji shook his head. “I only use it before tests, and you need it more than me. Think of it as a gift, like that necklace that is always around your neck.”
Izuku brushed his fingers against the snowflake. He had finally gotten it back, since the whole doctor-who-made-him-relive-everything-he-didn’t-want-to-remember had made him hate anything around his neck, but he was getting over it slowly. “Are you… sure? Because if you give it to me, it’ll be passed around between me and my brother.”
Shouji blinked. “You have a brother?”
Izuku smiled, “My teammates are my family.”
“Ah. Yes, that’s fine.”
Izuku took the stone. “Thank you.”
Shouji nodded. “You’re really not going to tell me what you’re doing in the attic?”
Izuku smothered his laugh with his hand. “You’re definitely sharp, my friend.”
He beckoned the boy closer. “I’ll let you in on a secret, since there’s no point hiding it. The sixth floor is our floor, you guys were told it was an attic in order to keep you from going into it.”
“All that did was make some of them want to go into it and snoop.”
Izuku laughed. “When that happens, I hope we’re in the middle of training, that way I can get away with chucking something at them.”
Izuku put the stone into his pocket, and then smiled. “Thank you. You should probably go back to sleep though. I believe Toshi wants to make breakfast early in the morning and then destroy all of you at Mario Kart.”
Shouji laughed. “Okay. Goodnight.”
Back on the sixth floor, Izuku pulled out the stone, and smiled down at it. He had never been given a calming stone before, and it was almost funny to think about it. The ribbon was blue because blue was a calming color, but so was green and violet.
Sounds familiar? Hatsume’s uniform was blue because it’s the main calming color, while Izuku and Hitoshi are green and violet respectively because those colors come from blue, and Hatsume’s the brains of them both. People would subconsciously seek out the most calming color, and that would be their uniforms.
The large opening that he came into was not so open anymore. Hatsume’s tools and her tables were strewn around in the far left-hand corner of the room, their uniform racks on display on the right corner. He waved the heroes goodbye, all the unpacking somehow done, and skipped into the bedroom they were sharing.
Hitoshi was slumped onto the couch, looking half asleep as Izuku slapped a pillow over his head. “Did you shower?”
“Did you?”
“I asked you first.”
“I asked you second, and two’s more than one.”
“I hate you.”
“Most jealous people do.”
Izuku rolled his eyes, shoving Hitoshi’s leg with his foot. “Go! Go shower!”
“No.”
“You take quicker showers, and you know if I shower I’ll take up all the hot water.”
Hitoshi shoved himself off of the couch with a muttered complaint. Izuku patted him on the back as he passed, and dashed over to the drawer in the large closet, unable to keep his awed hum down. He picked out a pair of soft leggings and a large shirt, rummaging through his three drawers for socks.
What the fuck. Where were his socks? He had some, right?
“Mei-chan!” He called, “Can I steal some of your socks? Mine are gone!”
“They’re in the wash!” Hatsume called. “And yeah! Come grab them!”
“Sweet.” By the time Izuku snatched a pair of black socks, Hitoshi stepped out of the bathroom, and Izuku jumped in while the air was still warm.
Despite all of the space on their king-sized bed, Hatsume still claimed the majority of it and shoved her poor, innocent brothers to the corner.
“So cruel.” Hitoshi murmured as he snatched the soft blanket from Hatsume, his breath fresh with toothpaste. “No blanket for you.”
Hatsume sighed. “You know I need space for the cast, and you moved yourselves . You think I want you guys to sleep on the edge?”
“Yes.” Izuku piped up immediately, curled up in a small ball as Hitoshi covered them both in the soft blanket. “It means more space for you.”
“You guys act like I told you to move.”
“Oh yeah, I’m about to fall off this bed.”
“How very cruel, Mei-chan.”
“I’m disappointed in you.”
“You want me to sleep in my room?”
“...”
“That’s what I thought.”
The next morning, Izuku slapped Hitoshi in the face.
With a pillow, but it still counts.
“You better have had a good reason to hit me,” Hitoshi warned from underneath the pillow. “Or I’m flaying your ass alive.”
Izuku was already dashing towards the elevator, Hatsume holding it open with an amused smile on her face. Hitoshi slammed out of the room, and Izuku shrieked, repeatedly smashing the button for the first floor as his teammate’s face twisted into one of absolute indignant rage.
“I’m going to die,” Izuku whined, the snowflake shining against his chest as he slumped against the elevator wall. “Why couldn’t I just wake him up the normal way?”
Hatsume handed him the shirt she wanted him to wear, which he didn’t understand because his leggings were white and so was this shirt? What was with this theme? At least his black socks weren’t confiscated like his shirt. Uh… Hatsume’s socks.
“Because watching you run for your life in those leggings is going to be funny.”
He shot her a weird look as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. “Why?”
Hatsume shook her head. “I’m trying to kill someone.”
Izuku rolled his shoulders in the shirt. “Oh? You need help?”
She shook her head, eyeing the tight, long sleeve shirt he was donned in, the shoulders cut out of the sleeves in a fashion she never understood. If her mother knew all of the girly clothes she was buying her daughter was going to her male teammate… hoo boy.
“Nope!” The elevator dinged. “You’re helping right now.”
Bakugou and Yaoyorozu looked up when the elevator dinged, but Kaminari and Tokoyami didn’t, both too invested in their phones.
Bakugou stood, his face solemn as he approached them, “Hey…”
“Kacchan-”
“I ate the rest of my mom’s curry.”
Izuku stared at him, realizing he wasn’t going to bring up what happened, and his shoulders relaxed, a smile growing on his face. “You asshole .”
Bakugou grinned, and he tossed an arm around Izuku’s shoulders, bowing to Hatsume. “My Lady, do you need help getting to the kitchen?”
Hatsume laughed, “I’m quite okay, Sir Bakugou, thank you for your offer.”
Bakugou stood straight, and began dragging Izuku along with Hatsume’s hobbling, and Izuku realized he almost smelled like Dabi, just… sweeter. “You smell like caramel.”
Bakugou covered his mouth with his sleeve to laugh. “Nitroglycerin does smell sweet.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “Or maybe it’s just your personality.”
Bakugou shoved him away, but his hair wasn't long enough to cover his red ears. “Shut up. I have a boyfriend.”
“So do I,” Izuku said mischievously. “That doesn’t stop Hitoshi and I~”
The elevator opened again, and Izuku shrieked as Hitoshi yelled, “GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE!”
Izuku darted past a laughing Hatsume as Hitoshi charged at him, and he slid across the counter to the other side, whirling around to face Hitoshi, who was breathing heavily from the adrenaline of chasing someone.
“Toshi, Toshi, guess what?”
Hitoshi was slowly creeping around the counter, but for every step he took towards Izuku, Izuku took one away. “You’re dead.”
“A man walked into his house and was delighted when he discovered that someone had stolen all of his lamps.”
Hitoshi paused, his eyebrows furrowing. “...what?”
“I told my doctor that I broke my arm in two places. He told me to stop going to those places.”
Hitoshi lunged for him, and Izuku’s super secret techniques weren’t working! He dove over the counter and raced into the living room. Mayday! Mayday! Hitoshi doesn’t laugh! Upgrade to Level Mayday!
“A joke becomes a dad joke when the punchline is apparent!”
“What do you mean?!” Hitoshi cried when Izuku vaulted over the couch, his gymnastics making Kaminari and Tokoyami startle.
“You don't need a parachute to go skydiving- you need a parachute to go skydiving twice!”
Tokoyami choked, and Izuku lunged at Kaminari, grabbing the boy by the cheeks, and Izuku can see why Hitoshi likes him, he was so cute!
“Don’t come any closer!” Izuku threatened. “I’ll kiss him!”
Hitoshi froze. “ Excuse me ?!”
Izuku moved to straddle Kaminari’s thigh, the poor boy flushing a dark red as his innocent bottom brain stopped functioning. “I said I’ll kiss him if you move any closer.”
“You touch my boyfriend with your lips and I’ll cut them off of your face.” Hitoshi hissed, his body lowering in a fighting stance.
Even though they were both messing around, like Izuku knew Hitoshi would never hurt him, and Hitoshi knew Izuku would never cheat on Todoroki, it was fun to pretend sometimes. Especially since both Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu looked like they were seconds from ascending, and Bakugou was calmly sipping his tea, pretending he wasn’t watching the show.
Izuku leaned close to Kaminari, the poor boy making a strangled sound in the back of his throat as Izuku exhaled hot air on his cheek.
Hitoshi shoved that whole couch out of the way , and Izuku screamed, jumping over the couch he was sitting on as he scrambled away, but Hitoshi only snatched Kaminari to his chest, his eyes burning with playful but threatening rage.
Izuku laughed nervously on the floor, and then whirled around and hurled when Hitoshi swooped down and captured Kaminari’s whole mouth , the smaller boy making a startled sound. Izuku shoved himself to his feet with a shudder as Kaminari made an overwhelmed sound. “Ew! Get a room! I don’t need to hear that!”
“No one said anything when you were deflowered in a bathroom,” Hitoshi snickered, and Izuku’s jaw dropped as Bakugou spit out his tea, and Yaoyorozu looked pale.
“I- I wasn’t!” Izuku screeched. This was unfair! Where- why- what did he do? He was innocent! Someone take pity on him!
Sending Todoroki down to the first floor was not pity. It’s official, that deity up above either hates him, or enjoys watching his suffering.
Todoroki blinked confusedly, looking from Kaminari being devoured by Hitoshi, to Tokoyami’s uncomfortable expression, to Bakugou slapping his chest as he choked on tea, to Yaoyorozu fanning herself, face burning, and then to Izuku, standing awkwardly in his all white clothing.
Izuku’s face set ablaze as Todoroki’s eyes went down, down, down, and then all the way back up, his eyes wide. Todoroki turned away, pressing a hand to his mouth as he- oh-
“Oh!” Izuku stumbled closer as Todoroki started steaming. “S-Shouto?! Are you-”
“I-I’m okay,” The boy dropped his eyes over his outfit, and Izuku realized this was all part of Hatsume’s master plan . That little- “Your… you look nice.”
Izuku smiled softly, putting his hands on his hips, accenting the way the shirt was cut, to make his waist look smaller. “Oh? Do I taste nice too?”
Todoroki inhaled slowly, and Bakugou screeched, “PDA! WHERE’S THE PDA POLICE?! SOMEONE STOP THEM!!!”
Izuku whirled around. “NO ONE CALLS YOU AND KIRISHIMA OUT!”
“EIJI AND I DON’T MAKE OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAYS!”
“I mean,” Kirishima said. “We can.”
Bakugou stuttered. “Wh- What?”
“ALL RIGHT!” Ashido suddenly shouted, and Izuku realized the majority of the class had come downstairs, probably at the sounds of everyone screeching. “That’s ENOUGH YELLING!”
“Look at who the hypocrite is now,” Iida clenched his fist in the corner of the room, but no one noticed him.
Ashido turned to Izuku. “We all saw each other’s rooms, but we didn’t see yours. That’s unfair!”
“We don’t have rooms!” Hatsume called from the kitchen, and Hitoshi separated from Kaminari with a wet smacking sound, where he leaned back on the couch and pulled the panting boy into his lap.
“You don’t?”
“Nope!” Hitoshi pressed a kiss to Kaminari’s temples. “We got a whole floor.”
Izuku paused from where he was making his way to the kitchen, realizing Hatsume was doing everything on her own. “I don’t think we were supposed to tell them that.”
Hitoshi paused, before laughing into Kaminar’s hair. “Oops.”
Kaminari pulled away from Hitoshi, “You guys have a whole floor?! The sixth floor?”
“No,” Hitoshi whined, trying to pull Kaminari back to him. “We don’t.”
“But you just said-”
Hitoshi snatched the boy and flipped them over on the couch, nuzzling into Kaminari’s neck as the boy shrieked and squirmed, laughing.
“Mei-chan,” Izuku said as he stepped into the kitchen, the girl steaming a lot of rice. “Do I look green to you? Because I feel really sick.”
The girl scoffed, turning to him with a fake sympathetic look. She raised her wrist to his forehead, “Oh no, Zu-chan. You’re burning up! You need to bring that fever down!”
“I can do that,” Todoroki said, stepping into the kitchen. He raised his own right wrist, “I kind of have an ice quirk.”
Izuku brightened, but Hatsume shook her head sadly. “I’m afraid you’ll only make things worse, since… you know, you make Izuku burn up.”
Todoroki dropped his wrist, looking forlorn. “Not even a kiss?”
Hatsume sternly shook her head. “Especially not a kiss.”
Todoroki dropped his eyes to the floor, looking like a kicked puppy. “Oh… okay.”
Todoroki lurched forwards, snatched Izuku, and tossed him over his shoulder, “I’ll just have to kidnap him!”
“No kidnapping sick patients!” Hatsume roared, chucking a wooden spoon at Todoroki, but the boy only laughed and dodged it.
Kirishima stopped them in the living room with a hand up. “Sorry, you’re not permitted to steal that vigilante.”
Todoroki shifted Izuku so he could put his other hand on his hip. “Oh? What are the qualifications?”
As he was talking, Bakugou had slid up behind him, and Izuku was biting his lip to muffle his laughter as Bakugou grabbed his arms, and then yanked .
It didn’t hurt Izuku, but by the way Todoroki’s back cracked multiple times as Izuku fell off his shoulder spoke volumes.
Bakugou dropped Izuku to his feet with a worried expression, but by the way Todoroki twisted, Izuku knew he wasn’t hurt, even though the teen had dropped to the floor and refused to get up.
“Todoroki?” Bakugou said hesitantly, but Izuku waved him off.
“He’s okay, he’s just being dramatic right now.”
“I’m paralyzed.” Todoroki disagreed.
Izuku stepped closer and kneeled, tilting his head down at the pretty heterochromia eyes he loved so much, the red and white fringe covering his brow, and he tutted softly. “What a shame. There’s quite a few things I need you to do with your legs when we’re married.”
Todoroki’s eyes gleamed. “Oh?”
Izuku stood, smiling largely. “When we’re married, Shouto. You’re not taking what you want and then leaving.”
Todoroki frowned, rolling over to lay completely on his back. “But I want all of you. Heart, mind, body, and soul.”
Izuku flushed a dark red, and Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Why don’t you say things like that?”
Kirishima gaped. “I- what-”
“I’m joking,” Bakugou pecked Kirishima on the lips. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Hitoshi hurled. “You guys are nasty .”
“What if I wanted us to be like that?” Kaminari asked, slapping Hitoshi on the chest.
“Then I would bring you flowers every morning and profess my love on your doorstep,” Hitoshi said seriously, pressing a slow kiss to Kaminari’s lips. “Is that something you want me to do?”
“Please… no,” Ojirou said slowly. “I don’t want to wake up to you two making out every morning.”
“No, by all means!” Hagakure said happily, bouncing on her heels. “I want to set standards for when I get a partner!”
Kouda was shaking his head where he was sitting at the table, blushing the slightest bit, and Izuku smiled at him.
“Guys!” Ashido cried. “We’re all getting off topic! We were going to see the sixth floor!”
“We were?” Bakugou asked, in unison with Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Sero, Aoyama, and the rest of the class.
“Absolutely not!” Hatsume spat. “None of you have eaten! Sit your butts down, because you will eat!”
“Meimei, you’re such a hypocrite.” Hitoshi whined as he scooped Kaminari up and dragged him over to the table.
Everyone was quick to scuttle to the table when they saw even Hitoshi and Izuku didn’t dare to argue with the girl, and soon breakfast was brought out for everyone.
It was simple, but Izuku wanted to cry at the notion of real food because hospital food was shit . The three of them chowed down faster than the rest of the students, who didn’t have any guts to call them out.
“Okay…” Ashido ventured slowly once everyone had finished. “Are we allowed to see your floor now?”
Hatsume sighed, dropping her head backwards. “We weren’t supposed to tell you we even had a floor, but someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut.”
Hitoshi raised his hand. “To be fair, I was being distracted.”
“Don’t use me as an excuse!” Kaminari laughed.
“I… suppose we can take you upstairs,” Hatsume said, glancing at Izuku. “You guys just can’t touch anything. At all. Something may explode, and I’m not going to jail because one of you guys died by my baby.”
Half of the class nodded in agreement, the other half in confusion. “We won’t touch anything.”
“Sweet!” Izuku shot out of his seat. “Wait… you guys aren’t looking into our rooms, right.”
“Uhh,” Ashido said. “That’s kind of the whole point.”
Izuku shared a scared look with Hitoshi, and they both remembered the clothes they had tossed on the floor, along with their messy bed.
“Uh-uh!” Ashido cried, shooting to her feet. “You guys aren’t allowed to change anything! We get to see it the way it is!”
Hitoshi groaned, slamming his head against the table, and Izuku wholeheartedly agreed.
“Unless you’re hiding something,” Todoroki breathed huskily, making Izuku’s entire body heat on fire. The tone was teasing, and Izuku shoved the boy’s amused face away from him.
“Let’s get this over with, I have a wedding to plan.”
“WHAT?!” Half of the class shrieked, but Hitoshi and him just waved them off.
“You’ll find out… maybe.”
They helped Hatsume hobble over to the elevator in her crutches, a few of the students staring at both of the boys’ doodles and compliments. Kirishima snickered when he read the argument about their boyfriends, and immediately pointed it out to everyone.
It took multiple elevator rides to get everyone onto the sixth floor, and once there, all they could do was gape.
“YOU HAVE SO MUCH SPACE!”
Izuku shrugged. “Kinda happens when you’re in rehabilitation.”
“HOLY SHIT! ARE THOSE YOUR COSTUMES?!”
“Uniforms.” The three of them said hotly.
“Wow… Daedalus’s Workshop…”
Hatsume rolled her eyes. “You guys can call me Hatsume.”
“Come on,” Izuku said. “We’ll show you the bedrooms, and then you can… explore, I guess. Don’t touch anything.”
They showed them Hatsume’s room first, which alone got a lot of compliments and exclamations of shock, since it was bigger than their rooms? There were a few of Hatsume’s personalized items sitting on the drawers and bed, namely a few toolboxes that she had yet to sort through.
“Ah!” Ashido stuck her hand up before Izuku could walk across the hall and open their joint room. “Let’s vote who’s room we should see.”
“Obviously Aizawa-kun’s,” Aoyama said, pressing his fingers to his forehead with a smile. “His father would no doubt give him the best room.”
Hitoshi pressed a palm to his chest. “Damn, what am I then?”
Izuku patted him on the shoulder. “You can be our snail.”
Hitoshi gave him a weird look. “Why a snail?”
“Because you’re slow to pick things up.”
“Says you, who got pantsed by a metal pipe.”
“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT!”
“Oh, but we do,” Hitoshi turned to the students. “Did you ever hear that story?”
They nodded. “Dae-uh, Hatsume-san told it to us.”
Hitoshi whined. “But that’s a fun story!”
Hatsume snorted. “You weren’t even there to see it.”
“Yeah, but the video is hilarious. You should post it online.”
“We will not post that online!” Izuku shrieked. “Some of us have images to maintain!”
“Izuku, you’re already a crossdresser, there’s nothing that could ruin your image.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Look who’s the snail now.”
“Aizawa-kun!” Satou piped up, and everyone turned to him. “We should see Aizawa-kun’s room first.”
Hatsume snorted. “Which one?”
Hitoshi was already making his way to the door, and he pushed it open nonchalantly, as if he was used to how lavish it was. The first few kids stuck their heads inside, before shrieking, “WHAT?!”
That caused the others to shove their way to the front, before having the same reaction. “THIS IS YOUR ROOM?!”
Hitoshi shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah.”
The majority of them were shocked into silence, slowly turning to Izuku with dropped jaws. Their eyes said it all, ‘If this is his bedroom, what does yours look like?’
Izuku snorted and pushed himself through all of them to close their bedroom door, before he opened it again, stepping inside as he waved his hand outwards. “Welcome to my bedroom!”
“...”
“YOU TWO ARE SHARING?!”
Hitoshi snorted. “I told you guys we shared a bedroom, because you were worried I was cheating on my boyfriend.”
The girls had their jaws dropped. “Uh, no?! When did you tell us?” Jirou shrieked, and Yaoyorozu was fanning herself.
Izuku hummed, glancing into the room with the messy bed sheets and their clothes from yesterday strewn on the couch. “I guess we just told the guys.”
“Guess so.”
Izuku turned to the girls with a smile. “Hitoshi and I share a room!”
“OBVIOUSLY!”
“You guys say that like it’s shocking.” Izuku said, closing the door to lean against it. “All we do is sleep.”
“We’ll get used to it,” Yaoyorozu said faintly, “It’ll just take time.”
“Really?” Izuku asked, tilting his head to the side. “Toshi and I just jumped into a bed one day and passed out. Now neither of us can sleep without body heat.”
“Wow…” Hagakure breathed, and Sero nodded in agreement.
Izuku shared a glance with Hitoshi, and the both of them just shrugged. There was nothing they could do about it, as it was far into the past.
“Can we see your cost-uh, uniforms?” Ojirou corrected himself when he saw the dark look Hatsume shot him.
The girl beamed. “Of course! I worked hard on all of them, so don’t touch, but you can look!”
Izuku moved to follow them all, but his phone began ringing in his back pocket and he slipped it out, making a noise of shock when he saw it was Tsukauchi Naomasa.
Hitoshi tossed him a glance, but Izuku waved him off, pressing the button to answer. “Hello?”
“Hey… Little Aizawa, uh… how is everything going?”
Izuku beamed. “Good! Everything’s going well! We accidently spilled the fact that we were on the sixth floor but that’s okay!”
Tsukauchi kept saying. “Mm. Oh? Mm.”
Izuku frowned, shifting on his feet. “What’s wrong?”
The detective on the other end of the line sighed, long and hard. “You remember what you requested of me?”
Izuku blinked. “I requested a lot of things from you.”
Tsukauchi sounded like he was running a hand through his hair. “You told me to find someone.”
Okajima Aiko.
Izuku sucked in a breath, and Tsukauchi dropped his hand when he heard it. “Yeah… I found her.”
Izuku felt his knees get weak. “...and? Is… is she okay?”
“She’s in an orphanage.”
Izuku nodded slowly, as if Tsukauchi could see him. “A-And?”
“She’s in the orphanage that your brother was in. She goes by the name Mella, has gold eyes and red hair like her mother.”