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MHA67- Dorms
🕑 Added 2025-04-09 21:00:34 +0000 UTCSo, August arrived, and we were about to leave for the dorms. Mom pulled us both into a hug, squeezing like she thought we would slip through her fingers. “You have to answer whenever I text or call you, okay?”
I patted her back. “Mom, don’t worry. Although it’s a dorm, I’ll sneak out every now and then to visit you. Can’t leave my ol’ ma alone at home.”
A smack to the back of my head. “You’ll do no such thing!”
I rubbed the spot. “Damn, at least pretend to be sad we’re leaving.”
She sniffled, but her grip didn’t loosen. Izuku, who had been awkwardly trapped in the hug, sighed. “Mom, we’ll be fine. It’s just UA.”
“That’s the problem,” she muttered. She pulled back, hands on her hips. “I’ll call every day.”
I nodded. “And I’ll ignore every other call to keep you on your toes.”
Another smack. I was starting to see a pattern.
Izuku hugged her again. “We love you, Mom.”
That seemed to help. She sighed, stepping back. “Go on, then.”
As Izuku stepped outside, I closed the door and turned back to Mom. I put my hands on her face, tilting her head up slightly so she actually look at me. “You know I’m shit with emotions, right?”
She blinked, confused for a second before scoffing. “That’s an understatement.”
“Yeah, well.” I exhaled, rubbing my thumb against her cheek. “You’re the most important person to me. You know that, right?”
Her lips pressed together, eyes narrowing slightly. “What are you—”
“I talk shit, act like an idiot, probably make you wanna throw me off a cliff half the time, but I fight for you.” I shrugged. “It’s fun, sure, but mostly? It’s for you.”
Her fingers curled over my wrists, grip firm but not tight. “Ryuu.”
“I love you more than anything,” I muttered. “And if you tell anyone I got this sappy, I’m legally changing my name and moving to a different country.”
She let out a shaky breath, shaking her head. “Idiot.”
I grinned. “You raised me.”
Her eyes softened, and she pulled me into another hug, squeezing tight. I let her. No words, no extra fuss. Just her holding onto me like she was still making sure I was real.
After a moment, she let go and swatted the back of my head. “Now go before I change my mind and make you stay home forever.”
I rubbed the spot, stepping back. “Love you too, Mom.”
She huffed. “Brat.”
I grabbed my stuff and headed out.
The dorms were nice. Too nice. UA definitely poured every yen they had into making this place look good for the press. Clean, modern, way too big for a bunch of teenagers who spent half their time getting into fights.
Everyone was already there, either unpacking or getting a feel for the place. Kirishima and Kaminari were messing with the couch, probably seeing if they could flip it. Yaoyorozu was neatly setting up her corner, looking like she was already calculating the optimal way to organize everything. Tokoyami was sitting on one of the armrests, looking broody as usual.
Jiro and Ashido were looking through the kitchen, probably checking what was stocked.
I threw my bag onto the couch. “So, this where we all become best friends and have heartfelt bonding moments?”
Kaminari grinned. “Hell yeah! Group movie nights, dumb dares, late-night sneak outs—”
Yaoyorozu shot him a look. “No one is sneaking out.”
Kaminari waved her off. “Yet.”
Bakugo walked in, tossing his bag down aggressively, like even moving into a dorm was somehow pissing him off. He glanced around, then scoffed. “Tch. Could be worse.”
“High praise from you,” Kirishima said.
He scowled. “Shut up.”
I dropped onto the couch, stretching my legs out. “So what’s the room situation? Are we doing roommate lotteries, or do we just fistfight until someone wins?”
“Single rooms,” Iida said, adjusting his glasses. “Each of us has our own space. UA deemed it the most appropriate setup.”
“Aw, man.” Kaminari flopped onto the floor dramatically. “No roommate shenanigans?”
“Your shenanigans would get you killed,” Jiro said.
“Yeah, by Bakugo,” Sero added.
“Or Aizawa,” Shoji muttered.
Bakugo just clicked his tongue. “Damn right.”
Uraraka stretched her arms over her head. “Well, at least we don’t have to worry about sharing bathrooms or anything.”
I snorted. “You say that like Mineta’s not already plotting something.”
Mineta’s head snapped up. “H-Hey, come on now—”
Jiro smacked him in the back of the head before he could finish.
Hagakure clapped her hands together. “Okay, but real talk, who’s the first one getting busted sneaking out?”
Every eye in the room turned to me.
I blinked. “Wow. No hesitation.”
Kirishima laughed. “Dude, you’re literally the first name on the list.”
I snickered. "She asked who’s getting busted, not who’s sneaking out. Y’all really think I’d get caught?"
Kaminari scoffed. "Man, you literally got kidnapped because you were running your mouth. If anyone's gonna screw up a sneaky getaway, it’s you."
"Yeah," Sero nodded. "The second a teacher sees you gone, they’re gonna assume you’re off starting a gang war or something."
Mina grinned. "Or roasting a villain until they cry!"
I stretched out on the couch. "Wow, the faith in me is inspiring. Love the support, guys. Really warms my heart."
"You’re a menace," Jiro muttered, flipping through her phone.
I shrugged. "And yet, I’m still your favorite classmate."
She didn’t even look up. "Not even close."
Kirishima smirked. "I mean, if anyone could pull off sneaking out and not getting caught, it would be Hagakure."
I glanced at her. “Unless I’m on night watch.”
Hagakure’s blush flared so hard I could practically feel the heat. “I am never getting naked again.”
Mina cackled. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.”
Kaminari smirked. “Kinda funny how Ryuu’s the only one who can see you. You sure you don’t want to take advantage of that, man?”
Hagakure threw a cushion at his face. “I will haunt you.”
Kaminari peeled the cushion off. “Ooooh, spooky.”
Jiro sighed. “So this is how we’re starting dorm life.”
“Could be worse,” Kirishima said, stretching out on the couch. “At least Mineta didn’t try some dumbass scheme yet.”
Mineta shot up like he had accused him of war crimes. “Why do you all assume—”
Sero cut him off. “You.” He pointed. “Are Mineta.”
Mineta sat back down.
Yaoyorozu cleared her throat. “We should set some ground rules. We’ll be living together now, and it’s important we maintain a structured environment.”
Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. Yeah, ‘cause that’s gonna happen.”
I smirked. “Yeah, who would’ve thought putting a bunch of hormonal teenagers in a building together would lead to chaos?”
Todoroki spoke from the side. “Are there curfews?”
Iida straightened. “Yes. We are expected to be in our rooms by eleven.”
Mina pouted. “Lame.”
“Non-negotiable,” Iida added.
After a while, Mineta came sprinting down the hall like the little pervert goblin he was, damn near tripping over his own feet. “Guys! Baths and laundry are shared! Rooms have small baths!”
Shoji didn’t even hesitate—just smacked him upside the head, sending him stumbling.
I sighed. “Girl and boy wings are separate, dumbass. So are the baths and laundry. But I say we petition to throw a barrel in his room and make him wash his filth in there.” I raised a hand. “Those in favor?”
Every single hand in the room shot up.
“Unanimous,” Kirishima nodded. “That’s gotta be a first.”
“I second it,” Jiro added. “Actually, let’s make it two barrels. One for washing, one for whatever creepy shit he does in private.”
Mineta flailed. “Oi! That’s discrimination!”
“No,” I said. “Discrimination is when people get treated unfairly for no reason. You are disgusting, and we are preventing biohazard incidents.”
Mina gagged. “I vote we also seal the barrels shut after he’s in them.”
“Can we just put him in the laundry with the rest of the dirty stuff?” Sero asked.
Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. Like hell I’m using the same machines as this freak.”
Mineta turned to Yaoyorozu, the only one who hadn’t spoken against him. “Momo! Come on, tell them this is unfair!”
Yaoyorozu set her book down. “I fail to see the issue. You will still be able to bathe.”
Mineta gasped, betrayed.
“Man, we should actually do this,” Kaminari said. “Like, officially. Make it a rule.”
Iida straightened his glasses. “While I do not condone singling out a specific classmate, I will admit that maintaining hygiene standards is essential.”
“You’re not helping, Four-Eyes!” Mineta whined.
Shoji crossed his arms. “Then stop making people uncomfortable.”
Mineta grumbled but had the sense to shut up before we actually dragged a barrel into his room.
“Alright, since we’re already setting rules, let’s get something straight: anyone who plays music at full volume past midnight is getting thrown off the balcony.” I said, drawing their attention.
Jiro shrugged. “Fair.”
“I’ll make sure to include it in our dorm etiquette,” Iida said.
I pushed myself up from the couch. “Alright, alright. Go set up your rooms.”
There was some groaning, some lazy stretching, but everyone got up.
“Aye aye, Class Prez,” Kaminari said, throwing in a mock salute.
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Comments
TheFanficGOD
Glad you like it! Not gonna lie, it was my favorite to write.
Lupus Umbras
This fic is a riot
TheFanficGOD
Yes! We all are excited. What would make you disappointed?
hector lyng
Poor Mineta, I feel so sorry for him hahahahaha Second, in the next chapter, they'll show each student's room, like what happened in the anime. I want to see what Ryuu's room will look like.
