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MHA68- Rooms!
🕑 Added 2025-04-10 16:34:28 +0000 UTCA LOOONG CHAPTER! HOPEFULLY YOU'LL LIKE IT!
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I walked to my room, taking a quick glance around. It was a nice enough space, plain but not too cramped. I grabbed my quilt, tossed it over the bed, a few clothes to the closet, a few boxes I brought to the side and took a step back. “Done.” I nodded to myself. Efficient.
With that out of the way, I headed back to the kitchen. Someone had to cook, and it sure as hell wasn’t gonna be any of these clowns. They would be up all night messing with their rooms, and by the time they were done, they would be starving.
I pulled out some ingredients and got to work. A few minutes in, I heard footsteps behind me. Kaminari leaned against the counter. “Whatcha making?”
“Food.”
“Yeah, no shit, but what kind?”
“Edible.”
Kaminari gave me a deadpan look. “Wow, truly a culinary genius at work.”
I pointed a knife at him. “You helping or just here to talk shit?”
He grinned. “Talking shit, mostly.”
Jiro walked in, looking at the half-prepped food. “You actually cook for us?”
“No, I just enjoy handling knives and pretending I do.”
She rolled her eyes but grabbed some plates to set out. Kaminari looked at her. “Oh, so you’re helping?”
“I would rather help than watch him threaten people with kitchen utensils.”
“Smart choice,” I said, slicing through some vegetables.
One by one, people started finishing up with their rooms and trickling in. Kirishima was the first to actually lend a hand, helping with some chopping while Sero and Tokoyami handled setting up drinks. Iida tried organizing the plates into some military-level formation, but I shoved him aside before he could overcomplicate things.
“Dude, just put them down. It’s not that deep.”
He adjusted his glasses but complied.
Eventually, everyone was done. I set the last dish down. “Alright, eat.”
People grabbed their food, and for a few minutes, it was just eating, no bullshit. Half the class had probably forgotten they were hungry until the first bite. Even Bakugo, who normally acted like everything was beneath him, was too focused on shoveling food into his mouth to bitch about anything.
Mina leaned back, stretching. “Damn, that hit the spot.”
Uraraka sighed, looking at the mess left behind. “Who’s cleaning up?”
I pointed at Mineta. “Him.”
“Oi!”
“Shut up. You live in filth, you clean the filth.”
“Not fair!”
Yaoyorozu clapped her hands together. “We should clean together. It’s the proper thing to do.”
I shot her a look. “You sound like a kindergarten teacher.”
“I’m trying to promote teamwork.”
Jiro tossed a rag at Mineta. “Then teamwork your ass into washing some dishes.”
Mina perked up. “Oh! Oh! Before we all go pass out, we should check out each other’s rooms.”
There were a variety of reactions. Sato shrugged, Todoroki didn’t react, and Bakugo clicked his tongue like the idea personally offended him.
“Yeah, no, I’m not showing my room to a bunch of dumbasses,” he said.
Mina pouted. “Come on! It’s fun!”
Tsuyu tilted her head. “Are we doing everyone’s?”
Mina tapped her chin. “Mmm, let’s do the guys’ first.”
Uraraka nodded. “Yeah! Then you guys can check ours after.”
I stretched. “Whatever. Just don’t touch my shit.”
We started with Izuku’s room.
The second we walked in, everyone immediately regretted it.
“Jesus Christ.” we looked around, taking in the absolute shrine to All Might.
“Deku, this is a cult.” Uraraka said, shielding her eyes.
Izuku’s face turned red. “It is not!”
Posters. Action figures. Limited edition memorabilia. Even a custom-made All Might bedsheet set. Every available surface was plastered with something related to the guy. It was overwhelming.
Kaminari let out a low whistle. “Man, this is, like, serial killer levels of dedication.”
Jiro leaned against the doorframe. “Deku, blink twice if you need help.”
“I do not—” Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose, already exhausted. “Can you all just not touch anything?”
Bakugo snorted, eyeing the room like it personally offended him. “Tch. You’re hopeless.”
Kirishima grinned. “Gotta respect the dedication, though. Dude’s been repping All Might since day one.”
Tokoyami, standing at the edge of the room like he’d been dragged into a crime scene, muttered, “This is excessive.”
Aoyama, ever dramatic, twirled a hand. “Non, non! It is passion, mon ami(my friend)! A true reflection of one’s devotion!”
“Yeah, a devotion that should probably be monitored by a professional,” I muttered, stepping back before the All Might figures could gain sentience and jump me.
Next was Tokoyami’s room. The second the door opened, a wave of darkness greeted us.
Kaminari took one step inside, then immediately turned around. “Nope. I’m out.”
“Too damn dark,” I said. “Too damn scary.”
The room was draped in black, walls lined with gothic décor, a medieval-looking cloak hanging ominously in the corner. If anyone had told me there was a secret ritual circle in here, I wouldn’t have questioned it.
Tokoyami crossed his arms. “It is a reflection of my soul.”
Shoji nodded. “Fitting.”
I clicked my tongue. “Bet you sleep like a vampire.”
Tokoyami didn’t even blink. “I do not fear the night.”
Todoroki, deadpan, just said, “It’s a little much.”
Tokoyami simply nodded. “That is the point.”
Aoyama’s room was next. I opened the door, then immediately shut it.
“Nope.”
Mina shoved past me, opened the door again, and screamed, “My eyes!”
It was bright. Painfully bright. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting an absurd amount of glittering décor, and in the middle of it all was a disco ball. An actual disco ball.
Aoyama beamed. “Bienvenue à mon domaine!” (Welcome to my domain)
Kirishima shaded his eyes. “Dude, this is—wow.”
Jiro squinted. “Why do you need this many mirrors?”
Aoyama posed dramatically. “So I may bask in my own radiance, bien sûr.”(of course)
Sero muttered, “This room has more personality than half of us combined.”
Mina covered her eyes. “I think I’m getting a tan just standing here.”
Iida adjusted his glasses. “Aoyama, how do you sleep?”
Aoyama gestured to a silk eye mask on his pillow. “Fashionably.”
Ojiro’s room was next.
We walked in. Looked around.
Nothing.
Kaminari raised a brow. “Dude, do you even live here?”
Ojiro shrugged. “I don’t need a lot.”
It was painfully normal. A bed, a desk, a shelf with a few books. Nothing stood out. Nothing screamed “this is who I am.” It was just… a room.
Jiro crossed her arms. “This is boring.”
I clapped a hand on Ojiro’s shoulder. “Congrats, man. You win the Most Average Room award.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take it.”
Next up was Iida. I knew what to expect, but somehow, it was worse.
Books. So many books. Perfectly aligned, color-coded, categorized by genre. His desk was spotless. A row of spare glasses sat on a shelf like some kind of emergency supply.
I squinted. “You preparing for the apocalypse?”
Iida adjusted his glasses. “One must always be ready.”
Mina poked one of the books. “These look… intense.”
“They are educational,” Iida said proudly.
Kaminari whistled. “Bet you do taxes for fun.”
Iida frowned. “That is an important life skill.”
Jiro smirked. “Yeah, sure.”
Kaminari’s room was next.
Mess.
Absolute chaos.
Posters, random decorations, wires and gadgets thrown together in “I found this on sale” and “I stole this from someone’s garage.” It looked like a thrift shop exploded.
I stared. “What is this?”
Kaminari grinned. “Art.”
Bakugo scoffed. “It’s garbage.”
Sero poked a weird-looking lamp. “Dude, where did you even get this?”
Kaminari shrugged. “I dunno. A flea market?”
Jiro sighed. “Your aesthetic is ‘impulse buy.’”
Kirishima’s room was next.
Predictably, it was a shrine to masculinity.
Punching bag? Check. Motivational banners? Check. Flames? Check.
I crossed my arms. “This is a gym brochure.”
Kirishima grinned. “A manly gym brochure.”
Mina pointed at one of the banners. “What does this even mean?”
“‘Train Hard, Die Harder,’” Kirishima read proudly.
Bakugo nodded approvingly. “Not bad.”
Shoji’s room was next.
We walked in.
Paused.
Looked around.
It was… empty. Almost suspiciously so.
Kaminari frowned. “Dude, where’s your stuff?”
Shoji shrugged. “I don’t need much.”
Jiro raised a brow. “Not even a poster? A chair?”
Sero muttered, “This is giving secret serial killer vibes.”
Mina nodded. “Like, are we sure he’s not hiding something?”
Shoji just sighed. “I like simplicity.”
Sero’s room was next.
Unlike Kaminari’s disaster, Sero’s room actually had a vibe. Cozy, a little traditional but with a modern touch. Warm lighting, comfortable seating, a relaxed aesthetic.
Mina nodded approvingly. “Alright, this one’s nice.”
I sat on his bed. “Comfortable.”
Sero grinned. “Glad you approve.”
Jiro crossed her arms. “I feel like I could nap in here.”
Kaminari flopped onto the couch. “Yeah, I’m moving in.”
Sero kicked him off. “Get out.”
Todoroki’s room was next.
We opened the door.
Dead silence.
Tatami mats. Sliding doors. A completely traditional Japanese setup. It was so different from the rest of the dorms that it threw everyone off.
Kaminari blinked. “Are we still in UA?”
Jiro stepped inside, looking around. “This feels like a tea ceremony.”
Mina poked the floor. “It’s so… clean.”
Todoroki, as if this was normal, just said, “I like it.”
I eyed him. “You realize this is a dorm, not a historical drama set, right?”
He just nodded. “Yes.”
Bakugo snorted. “You’re a freak.”
Todoroki, unbothered, just sipped his tea.
Next was Bakugo’s.
Predictably, he wasn’t thrilled about it. “Tch. Like hell I’m letting a bunch of extras snoop around my room.”
Mina grinned. “Aw, come on, Boom Boy. What, got a secret stuffed animal collection?”
He clicked his tongue, arms crossed. “No.”
Kirishima clapped him on the shoulder. “C’mon, man, everyone’s doing it.”
“I ain’t ‘everyone.’”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. If it’s that deep, we’ll just tell everyone you’ve got a bunch of Best Jeanist merch.”
Bakugo’s entire body twitched like he was about to launch himself at me. “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD—”
Mina and Kaminari were already laughing. Sero, leaning against the wall, added, “Man, if you don’t let us in, that’s just gonna make the rumors worse.”
Bakugo grumbled something under his breath before kicking open his door and standing aside. “In, out, shut the fuck up.”
I stepped inside and scanned the room. Simple, neat, and a little boring. Bed, desk, weights in the corner. A shelf with some books—mostly strategy, a couple of engineering manuals. A few hero posters, barely any decorations, nothing remotely personal.
Kirishima looked around, nodding. “This is so you.”
Mina flopped onto the bed dramatically. “Ugh, where’s the personality?”
Bakugo scowled. “You don’t need personality when your shit works.”
Jiro raised a brow. “This is the most ‘military barracks’ shit I’ve ever seen.”
“I ain’t here to decorate, I’m here to train.”
I tapped the shelf. “Yeah, ‘cause reading ‘Advanced Explosives: A Guide’ is totally normal.”
Bakugo swatted my hand away. “Fuck off.”
Sero smirked. “Damn, bro, not even one girl poster?”
Bakugo grabbed the nearest object—a dumbbell—and chucked it at him. Sero ducked, laughing. “Yup. This tracks.”
Mina sighed. “Man, I was really hoping for, like, a childhood blanket or something.”
“I’ll kill you.”
I clapped my hands together. “Alright, before he actually tries to murder us with Self-Explosion, let’s move on.”
Sato’s room was next.
It was simple but homey. Clean, organized, and—most importantly—smelled amazing. A small microwave sat on the desk, next to a neatly arranged set of baking supplies. A tray of freshly baked cookies rested on a plate, practically begging to be stolen.
Kaminari sniffed the air. “Dude, you been holding out on us?”
Sato shrugged. “Figured I would make something since we’re all moving in.”
Mina grabbed a cookie immediately. “You are officially my favorite person.”
Jiro took a bite and raised a brow. “Damn. Okay, this is actually good.”
Kirishima grinned. “Man, if you keep this up, you’re never getting rid of us.”
Satou just shook his head. “As long as you don’t trash my room, I don’t care.”
Mina stuffed another one in her mouth. “I don’t even care what you call him. This man is a gift.”
Bakugo snorted. “Tch. Y’all act like you ain’t got food in the cafeteria.”
Mina pointed dramatically. “But does the cafeteria feed us with love?”
Sato sighed. “I regret this already.”
“Too late,” Sero said, grabbing another cookie. “You’re stuck with us now.”
After inhaling half the tray, we finally moved on.
On the boys’ wing, the last stop was my room.
I shoved open the door and stepped aside, letting everyone take in the sight. A simple bed—a mattress with a rolled-up quilt. A small desk. A closet with a few shirts and pants hanging limply. And three cardboard boxes stacked in the corner. That was it. No posters. No shelves. Nothing flashy. Just enough to exist.
Kaminari blinked. “Dude… this is it?”
“You are looking at it.”
Kirishima stepped inside, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s, uh… kinda basic.”
“It is minimalist,” I said. “And none of you are allowed to touch anything.”
“There’s like… three things to touch.” Sero popped open the closet, saw a small collection of folded clothes, then shut it. “You sure you didn’t just move in?”
“I travel light.”
“Even Ojiro brought more,” Kaminari muttered.
I dropped onto the bed, resting back on my elbows. “Means I don’t waste time unpacking.”
Bakugo snorted. “Tch. Who gives a damn?”
“You would think that,” I said, “but just wait. People always judge. ‘This guy’s got taste. This one’s boring. This guy listens to sad boy music while crying in the dark.’”
Everyone turned to Tokoyami.
He let out a sigh. “It’s not inaccurate.”
Yaoyorozu, curious, stepped toward the boxes. “Do you mind if I check—?”
“Yes,” I said instantly.
She ignored me anyway and popped one open.
“…Manga?” she said, confused. She pulled out a couple of volumes. “…Comics. And… is this hentai?”
“Behold,” I said dramatically, “the holy trinity of literature.”
Her expression twisted. “This cannot be all you have.”
“It is,” I said with a shrug. “Unless you are a plushie.”
Jiro snorted. “Seriously? No philosophy? No science? No history? I thought you were supposed to be secretly smart.”
The rest of the class nodded.
“I learn everything I know from porn,” I said proudly.
“You’re unbelievable,” Yaoyorozu muttered, already digging deeper. “No way this is all—there has to be something hidden.”
“That’s what she said,” Kaminari whispered. I fist-bumped him without looking.
“It’s a puzzle now,” Sero said, eyes sparkling. “Find Ryuu’s real books. Winner gets to shame him forever.”
Yaoyorozu, now on a mission, tapped around the walls. Hagakure was trailing her hand along a shelf when she paused.
“Uh, guys?” she said. “I think I found something.”
She touched a small, out-of-place divot in the wall paneling. A faint click echoed. A second later, the entire back wall of the room split open with a soft mechanical hum.
Everyone froze.
On one side was a concealed closet, filled with high-end clothes, everything from sleek formalwear to combat-ready gear. On the other was a hidden passage—no, a chamber—lined wall to wall with shelves stacked full of thick academic texts: quantum physics, ancient philosophy, sociocultural theory, astronomy, you name it. A library hidden like I was Batman.
Mina screamed. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”
Jiro gaped. “Is that—? Did you hide an entire private library behind a wall?!”
Yaoyorozu's mouth opened, then closed. Her hands were clenched like she was trying not to explode.
“I knew it,” Kaminari said. “The porn was a decoy!”
“You absolute degenerate genius,” Sero muttered, awe in his voice.
I yawned and leaned back on the bed like this was the most boring reveal in the world. But the second the wall hissed open and everyone started losing their shit, I sat up fast—too fast—and slapped my knee like I had just watched the Virgin Mary start breakdancing.
“What the fuck is that?!” I shouted, squinting. “Is that a—oh wow. What a totally unexpected and incredibly nerdy surprise.”
Mina turned, eyes wide. “Did you seriously not know that was there?!”
I threw my hands up. “Why would I hide a whole ass library in my dorm room? I sleep on a slab of wood like a repressed monk. Does this look like the feng shui of a man who reads advanced astrophysics before bed?!”
Jiro squinted at the titles. “Foundations of Quantum Entanglement, Gravitational Lensing and Heroic Application, Historical Analysis of Meta-Human Warfare, and… is that Battle Harem Highschool DX: Director’s Cut?”
“That one’s research,” I said quickly. “It’s about… team dynamics.”
Sero leaned in. “Dude. That is literally an uncensored omnibus with a pop-up centerfold.”
I grabbed it and stuffed it behind a stack of dusty tomes labeled Social Engineering in Post-Quirk Society.
“Okay, so maybe some of it’s mine,” I muttered. “But this whole wall thing? Never seen it before in my life. Total mystery. Probably structural damage. Maybe the wall just… fell off. Dramatically. With mechanical precision. As walls tend to do.”
Yaoyorozu had gone from curious to borderline homicidal. “You have more scientific literature than I do. Why is it behind a secret wall?!”
I tried to look innocent. Which, considering I was now visibly sweating and shifting like a guilty toddler who just dropped a deuce in the corner, failed spectacularly.
Then Kaminari reached deeper, past the shelves. “Wait—yo, what the hell is this?”
He pulled out a silver case. Heavy. Clean. Like a sleek, metal promise of someone about to get hospital bills.
He popped it open and gasped.
Inside, sitting on deep black velvet like it was the centerpiece of an anime arms dealer’s booth, was a collection of polished metal bats. All sizes. Collapsible, extendable, titanium-core, stun-enhanced. Some were engraved. One literally had ‘Property of Midoriya Ryuu: Touch and You Die’ in a swirling gothic font.
Iida adjusted his glasses, peered in—and his eyebrows twitched like someone insulted his entire bloodline. “This… is more than my glasses.”
Tsuyu blinked. “Are these custom-made?”
I scratched the back of my neck. “Okay, that part I remember. Sorta.”
Kirishima held one up. “This one’s got fingerprint recognition.”
Mina practically screamed. “WHO ARE YOU?!”
“Your humble classmate who definitely did not install a Batcave under a student dorm,” I said, grinning wide. “Also, in completely unrelated news… remember that time I got kidnapped during the forest training camp?”
Jiro narrowed her eyes. “Get to the point.”
“I asked the rat to build it,” I mumbled.
“What?”
I sighed, standing up and walking over to the hidden closet, casually grabbing a black blazer that probably cost more than Kaminari’s entire wardrobe. “After the whole villain thing, Nezu felt bad. Said he wanted to ‘compensate for the trauma.’ I told him I wanted something practical.”
“Something practical,” Yaoyorozu echoed, gesturing wildly at the secret base of knowledge and doom. “This is not practical! This is an elite bunker of chaos and brain rot!”
“Exactly,” I said, pulling out a pair of sleek boots from the closet. “Everything I need. Nerd fuel, heavy weaponry, and a few outfits for seduction.”
Hagakure peeked inside and gasped. “There’s a tuxedo in here!”
I smirked. “Yeah. For dates or funerals. Same outfit, depending on how the night goes.”
Kaminari collapsed onto the bed, laughing his ass off. “Bro. You are the dumbest genius I’ve ever met.”
“And the most suspicious,” Sero added. “Nezu just gave you this?”
“Hey, I earned it. Traumatized, beat up, emotionally damaged. I worked hard for that PTSD Premium Package.”
Mina groaned. “You are so full of shit.”
“I learned it from porn,” I said, dead serious.
Yaoyorozu made a noise like a kettle boiling to death. “I hate how that actually makes sense now.”
I clapped my hands. “Alright. Tour’s over. No more secrets. No more touching my stuff. Everyone out before someone finds the second entrance.”
They all froze.
“The what?!” Jiro shouted.
“Oops.” I grinned and started pushing them toward the door. I clapped. “Alright, boys’ side done. Next stop: estrogen central.”
Mineta was shaking like a leaf. “You didn’t check my room. Come in my room.”
We all looked at each other. Then, in perfect unison—“Nope.”
That should’ve been the end of it, but the little perv wasn’t giving up. “Okay, let’s see the girls’ rooms.”
I stopped. “You know what? Shoji, throw him into his kink temple and lock him up.”
Shoji didn’t hesitate. He picked Mineta up like a duffel bag, carried him to his room, and shut the door. A second later, we heard muffled banging. “Come on, guys! Don’t leave me with myself!”
“Enjoy, bro,” Kaminari called back.
With that handled, we moved on.
Jiro’s room was next.
I walked in and nodded. “Yeah, this makes sense.”
Guitars, a keyboard, speakers—every inch of the place screamed music. A band poster was slapped on the wall, a stack of CDs sat next to an amp, and her bed was barely visible under the clutter of cables and random notebooks.
Mina flopped onto the bed. “This is actually cool.”
Jiro leaned against the wall. “Good to know my existence is passable.”
Kaminari picked up a pair of drumsticks from her desk. “Do you actually play these, or are they for show?”
Jiro yanked them out of his hands. “They’re not toys, dumbass.”
Todoroki ran a finger over the amp. “This seems expensive.”
Jiro shrugged. “Got it over time.”
Sero tapped a random pedal. “You ever gonna give us a concert?”
“Not for free.”
Hagakure leaned against her doorway. “How much?”
Jiro smirked. “A lifetime of shutting up.”
“Rude.”
We moved on to Hagakure’s room. As expected, it was peak “cutesy overload.” Plushies everywhere, pink blankets, a little vanity with a mirror that had stickers all over it. There was even a row of candles on a shelf, probably scented, because the room smelled like vanilla and sugar.
Kaminari tilted his head. “Why do you even have a mirror? Not like you can see—”
I smacked the back of his head. “Idiot.”
Hagakure huffed. “Excuse me! I still have a sense of style!”
Mina flopped onto the bed, kicking her feet. “Yeah, she’s gotta make sure her plushies see her looking cute.”
“I check my clothes,” Hagakure insisted.
Jiro leaned against the doorframe. “That’s the saddest sentence I’ve ever heard.”
Kirishima glanced at a candle. “What’s with these?”
“They smell nice!”
Bakugo scoffed. “Like you would know.”
“I CAN SMELL, YOU JERK.”
Sero picked up a pink stuffed rabbit. “This dude’s seen some shit. Except for Hagakure.”
Hagakure snatched it back. “Don’t disrespect Mr. Fluffles.”
I clapped my hands. “Alright, enough. Next room.”
Uraraka’s room was plain. No decorations, nothing personal, just the essentials. Bare walls, simple bedding, one shelf with a couple of books. Practical.
Mina frowned. “Girl, this is depressing.”
Uraraka scratched her head. “It’s fine.”
Kaminari flopped onto the bed. “This is like a hotel room before they put the little soap bars in.”
Jiro sat on the desk, knocking on it. “We gotta get you something. A poster, at least.”
Uraraka waved them off. “It’s just a place to sleep.”
Mina grinned. “Yeah, but imagine you bring someone in here—”
Uraraka turned red. “SHUT UP.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Tch. Who gives a shit?”
“Thank you, Bakugo!”
“I ain’t done. You live in a shoebox. Get better taste.”
She groaned. “You guys are impossible.”
Mina stretched. “Alright, Ashido residence next!”
Mina’s room was exactly what everyone expected. Colorful, loud, a mess of different patterns and random trinkets thrown everywhere. Posters, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, a lava lamp flickering in the corner.
Sero whistled. “Looks like a rave threw up in here.”
Mina grinned. “That’s the vibe!”
I poked a beanbag chair. “This thing looks like it’s seen things.”
“It’s the ‘Don’t Ask’ Chair.”
Jiro lifted a brow. “The what?”
“You sit in it, you don’t ask what’s been done on it.”
Kaminari immediately backed away. “Nope. I don’t wanna know.”
Uraraka covered her face. “Mina.”
Ashido laughed. “Hey, dorm life, baby!”
Tsuyu smirked. “Respect.”
Yaoyorozu’s room was next. The second the door opened, it was obvious she had never lived in anything less than a mansion. A canopy bed, an entire bookshelf that barely fit in the space, a tea set on the desk like she was expecting guests.
Kaminari stepped in and clutched his chest. “I think I just walked into a period drama.”
Sero ran a hand over the bookshelf. “Did you bring a library?”
Yaoyorozu blinked. “This is barely a fraction of my collection.”
Mina flopped onto the bed. “This thing is amazing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Rich people.”
She frowned. “It’s just—”
Jiro gestured around. “Girl, this room has a butler. It just hasn’t materialized yet.”
Yaoyorozu sighed. “It’s not that extravagant…”
Kirishima sat on the armchair by the bookshelf. “Feels like I should be smoking a cigar and discussing business deals.”
Iida nodded. “It’s a refined space, befitting of someone with leadership skills.”
Bakugo grunted. “Tch. Too much.”
Kaminari nudged me. “Bet you wouldn’t survive in this room.”
I smirked. “You kidding? I would have it trashed in a week.”
Yaoyorozu pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please don’t.”
We moved to Tsuyu’s last. She hesitated at the door, one hand gripping the handle like she was debating slamming it shut before we could get in.
I grinned. “C’mon, girl, what is it? An aquarium or a lake?”
Tsuyu’s eyes flicked to me, flat as ever. “Neither.”
Kirishima nudged Kaminari. “Bet five hundred yen she’s got a frog sanctuary in there.”
“Not taking that bet,” he muttered. “Too risky.”
With a sigh, Tsuyu opened the door. The room was… normal. No fish tanks, no waterlogged floor, not even a single lily pad. Just a simple, neatly arranged space with some green décor, a humidifier in the corner, and a few plants.
Kirishima whistled. “Damn, I was expecting more… I dunno, swamp?”
Tsuyu blinked slowly. “Why would I live in a swamp?”
Mina flopped onto the bed dramatically. “I dunno, branding?”
Jiro looked around. “It’s actually kinda chill. Way more normal than half of us.”
Sero pointed at the humidifier. “What’s with that?”
She glanced at it. “I like moisture.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue. “You’re all idiots.”
Kaminari, still standing at the doorway, sighed. “Man, I was hoping for something wilder.”
“I could throw you out the window,” Tsuyu offered.
Mina sat up. “Ooo, violence. I like it.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s move on,” I said, already heading for the exit.
We all ended up in the common area, sprawled out on couches, chairs, or wherever we could sit. It was late, but no one was in a rush to head back to their rooms yet.
Uraraka stretched. “Well, that was fun.”
Jiro leaned back, tapping her fingers on the armrest. “Yeah, except for Mineta.”
Sero snorted. “That little freak’s probably still trying to escape his room.”
“I say we leave him there overnight,” I added. “See if he learns his lesson.”
Kirishima laughed. “If we’re lucky, he’ll come out reformed.”
Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. Yeah, right.”
Yaoyorozu cleared her throat. “Well, now that we’ve seen each other’s rooms, we should discuss some ground rules.”
Mina groaned. “Boo. No rules.”
Yaoyorozu gave her a pointed look. “We live together now. Rules are necessary.”
Iida nodded, already sitting up like this was a student council meeting. “Agreed. We should establish boundaries, schedules, and cleaning rotations.”
I stretched my legs out. “Sounds like a lot of things I’m gonna ignore.”
Iida frowned. “This is serious, Ryuu.”
“I’m serious about ignoring it.”
Jiro sighed. “Okay, but for real, let’s at least make one rule: Mineta is banned from the girls’ wing.”
“Seconded,” Sero said immediately.
“Unanimous,” Kaminari added.
“Obvious,” Bakugo muttered.
Iida nodded. “Alright. That will be rule number one.”
Mina raised a hand. “Rule two: We have to do a group movie night at least once a week.”
Uraraka grinned. “Yes! That sounds fun.”
Yaoyorozu hesitated. “Is that really necessary?”
“Yes,” Jiro said. “Non-negotiable.”
“Fine,” she sighed.
Kirishima rubbed his chin. “Alright, what about food? We doing our own thing, or are we cooking together?”
Sero smirked. “If we leave it up to Bakugo, we’ll all die.”
Bakugo glared. “Tch. Like I would waste my time cooking for you extras.”
I shrugged. “I’ll cook sometimes. Keeps me from getting poisoned.”
Kaminari grinned. “You gonna charge us?”
I smirked. “Depends. You want edible food or ‘UA cafeteria surprise’?”
Mina clutched her chest. “Please. Anything but cafeteria surprise.”
Jiro pointed at me. “Alright, Chef Ryuu, you’re in charge of making sure we don’t starve.”
I leaned back. “I’m gonna regret this.”
Uraraka tapped her chin. “So, what about curfew?”
Iida straightened. “Eleven PM!”
I gave him a look. “That’s a suggestion, right?”
“No.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
He frowned. “Rules exist for a reason.”
“And breaking them is fun.”
Yaoyorozu sighed. “This is why we need rules.”
Mina grinned. “C’mon, let’s just see how things go! It’s not like we’re gonna burn the dorm down.”
Iida crossed his arms. “That is not reassuring.”
Sero leaned back. “Eh, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Kaminari groaned. “Don’t say that! That’s how disasters start.”
I shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out.”
Daily Meme
Comments
TheFanficGOD
Lol, now that's funny.
The_Flexorcist
I wonder if Ryuu's batcave will be revealed and him using it for dumb shit, like being first to a bathroom stall that's bigger and empty so he gets a better "throne" to do his duties
SacredLoneWolf
U live in a shoebox had me dead lol
Marvin Baltes
gap moe. checks out
