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Aoyama - They/them/theirs

Ashido - She/her/hers, fae/faer/faer

Asui - xe/xer/xers

Kaminari - She/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs, ve/vir/vers, lyr/lyra/lyrs

Kouda - Zee/zeta/zetas

Satou - Bun/bun/buns

Shouji - They/them/theirs

Jirou - She/her/hers, zir/zir/zirs

Sero - They/them/theirs

Tokoyami - They/them/theirs, fae/faer/faer, ce/cir/cir

Todoroki - It/its/its, ne/nem/nems

Hagakure - She/her/hers, they/them/theirs

Bakugou - He/him/his, xyr/xyr/xyrs

Shinsou - They/them/theirs

Midoriya - He/him/his, zhe/zhim/zhir

Yaoyorozu - E/em/eir, ve/vir/vis

Aizawa - Ae/aer/aers

Yamada - Hi/hir/hirs

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It was all Izuku’s fault. Though Hitoshi guessed some of the blame fell on them - not enough to get in trouble, but enough to be considered an accomplice. The two were currently in the rafters of one of the gyms, hiding from Bakugou’s wrath. Not that the insomniac was worried the walking grenade would tell someone, since Bakugou’s pride wouldn't let him. They’d set up a prank to help Izuku deal with the severe bullying Bakugou had put him through before Yuuei, though Hitoshi was trying very hard to get the greenet to understand that it had been abuse and not just bullying. They were going slowly, so that they wouldn't overwhelm their friend with the confrontation of all that zhe’d endured before zhir Quirk came in.

The greenet in question was perched near Hitoshi on a neighbouring rafter to their own, a near-manic smile on his freckled face. Hitoshi grinned at their friend, happy that the boy was smiling more now that they had dorms and zhe didn’t have to spend every day around zhir transphobic mother.

“Do you think he knows we’re up here?” Izuku whispered, and Hitoshi pressed a finger to their lips.

The explosive teen in question stormed into the area, his signature puffball of blond hair now a bright blue, thanks to some temporary hair dye. Xyr looked around as if xyr would be able to spot either of the two from xyr point near the entrance.

“Oi! Deku! Eyebags! I know you're in here somewhere you assholes!” The human explosion yelled, and Izuku grinned at Hitoshi with glittering emerald eyes.

Hitoshi grinned back, their french violet eyes bright with mirth. They were glad their friend had practically blackmailed them into accepting his friendship, even if the greenet still didn't realise it was blackmail. Honestly, Izuku was a menace to society and the entirety of Japan were fucking lucky zhe didn't have a hateful bone in zhis tiny little body. If Izuku were capable of hate or even holding a grudge, Japanese hero society would've been torn apart and burned to ashes long before the greenet made it to high school, perhaps even when the boy was still in elementary school.

The two members of the alphabet mafia grinned at each other as Bakugou huffed and walked out, the blond muttering under his breath about how he'd get them back for this later. Once both teens were absolutely certain Bakugou was actually gone and not just lying in wait, Hitoshi lowered Izuku using the capture weapon Aizawa - the Feral Pro Hero Eraserhead - used that Hitoshi was teaching themself how to use as well. Hitoshi followed once Izuku was safely on the ground, and smiled brightly at their friend as he grinned with poorly concealed giddiness.

“I can’t believe we got away with that, Hitoshi-kun.” Izuku said, almost letting loose the laughter zhe so clearly wanted to.

“You better believe it, we have more classmates to prank.” Hitoshi said, their own laughter threatening to give the two away in the empty gym.

They left the building, and made their way to 1-A’s dorms to continue pranking their classmates now that Hitoshi had replaced Mineta after the short teen had finally gotten expelled once Aizawa had gathered enough evidence of his harassment and queerphobic behaviours to present to the principal.

Once all the pranks had been set for the residents of class 1-A, Hitoshi and Izuku decided to take a moment to rest and mentally applaud their hard work that would bring laughter when it was triggered.

Jelly beads in a ziploc bag inside Ashido’s pillowcase. The texture change would throw the horned girl off enough she'd be a bit unnerved.

All of Yaoyorozu’s non-school related skirts “mysteriously” vanishing. They'd simply been placed in another drawer of her dresser underneath some of her other clothing.

Aoyama’s glitter stash being used to add some character to Tokoyami’s room (a two-in-one prank that both were very proud of).

A noise machine in the vents directly above Sero’s room that would play random horror movie sounds that were glitchy and would cut off halfway through whenever Hitoshi or Izuku pressed a certain button on their phones. The Hispanic teen had once expressed that they enjoyed horror movies greatly but weren't exactly a big fan of the paranoia that followed.

Kirishima’s punching bag “mysteriously” being replaced with a giant Bakugou body pillow (listen, if Hitoshi and Izuku had to listen to one more word about “Bakubro is so manly, he bench pressed 90 kilograms and that’s more than I weigh bro” either one or both of them were going to commit murder).

Mirrors on every wall of Hagakure’s room including the back of the door so it seemed endless. The invisible demigirl had once admitted that though she could see her own reflection, she had to actually concentrate on seeing herself to do so.

All of Uraraka’s furniture and things glued to the top of her room upside down. She'd once admitted that she'd had a few dreams where she used her Quirk on her things and couldn't get them back down.

Todoroki’s bed getting short-sheeted. It hadn't had enough of a childhood for Hitoshi or Izuku to feel comfortable doing anything more.

Jirou’s many pairs of earbuds tangled together in a way that would take a few hours to untangle.

Half of Ojiro’s gis being temporarily dyed obnoxiously bright colours. The dye would fade out with one or two runs through a wash, since Ojiro's gis meant a lot to him.

Shouji’s masks being "replaced" with cutesy ones that were a far cry from the boy’s usual style. Really, Hitoshi had just bought a bunch of cutesy ones and Izuku had put them where Shouji usually kept their masks while Hitoshi put the boy's usual masks elsewhere in the teen's room.

Lilypads being placed at random all over Asui’s room (xe was a good friend and Izuku had told Hitoshi about how xe sometimes admitted to missing the pond behind xer family’s home).

And Satou’s microwave in bun room was unplugged (an easy fix, but not one the teen was likely to realise for a while).

Iida and Kaminari were left out of the pranks for being Izuku and Hitoshi’s respective crushes, and Kouda was left out because neither had the heart to do anything that might upset the quiet animal-lover. Kouda was just too pure to do anything that would upset zeta.

Mayhaps Hitoshi should’ve thought this through better, or at least considered the consequences of their actions. Currently, the purple-haired teen was running from Aiza- no, Feral pro Hero Eraserhead and fearing for their life.

“Why are you running?!” Feral Pro Hero Eraserhead called in a terror-inducing voice, and Hitoshi ran even harder.

They had enough stamina. Right? Hitoshi could find somewhere to hide. Couldn't they?

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"Problem Child and Gremlin Child, stay after class." Aizawa said two weeks after the prank spree, when Izuku and his partner in crime had begun to relax with the idea they hadn't been caught.

Everyone had whittled Aizawa down enough ae had started using nicknames like those for aer students rather than their actual names.

"Who's Gremlin Child?" Iida questioned, having given up on stopping his teacher after getting reprimanded while the moniker 'Murder Child' was used.

Somehow no one connected it to Hōsu and just assumed he was a complete disaster in the kitchen instead. Which was true, and helped cover-up his attempted homicide more than any other explanation would have.

"Shit." Izuku muttered, knowing only Hitoshi listened when zhe did that.

Iida listened to his mutter-ramblings too, but that wasn't the point. They'd been caught.

"They know exactly who they are." Aizawa said with aer terrifying grin on display, filling both prank culprits with dread for what ae would do.

"Mido-kun, what did you do with, um, Gremlin Child?" Kaminari asked, and Midoriya began to resemble a strawberry.

"You know the pranks that only three people were safe from?" He managed to squeak out, and fifteen people turned to look at him.

"THAT WAS YOU?! " Ashido shrieked, and Izuku tried not to laugh.

"It took me four hours to realise my microwave wasn't working because you unplugged it." Satou admitted.

"We literally made it that easy to fix because you're one of my favourite classmates, Satou-kun." Midoriya pouted a little at hearing it had taken that long to fix.

"Where. Did. My. Glitter. Go. Midoriya. Kun." Aoyama asked, completely serious and looking at zhir with a dangerous smile.

"I thought Tokoyami's room could use a little bit of sparkliness. Maybe you'll stop haunting me with cryptic cheese messages at two AM now." Izuku grinned sheepishly, not sorry in the slightest.

"You made me think I got kidnapped by Ashido-chan and taken to her spaceship." Hagakure lamented, and Izuku tried harder not to laugh.

"It was just a few mirrors, Hagakure-kun." He said placatingly.

" 'Just a few mirrors' my ass. Every centimetre of my walls, including the door, my ceiling, and you even covered my floor with mirror entirely. How?! " Hagakure demanded to know.

"Skills." Izuku answered vaguely.

"I liked what you did, kero. I don't think your prank on me was successful." Asui put a finger to xer mouth, and Midoriya smiled.

"That was the point. You mentioned being homesick, and since I couldn't turn your room itself into a pond, lilypads were the next best option." He assured.

After everyone but Izuku and Hitoshi had left the room to go to lunch, Aizawa had left to get the proper papers to make them regret what they did. The two looked at each other, at the ceiling, then back at each other.

"Vents?" Izuku asked softly.

"Vents." Hitoshi confirmed just as quietly.

The two moved to the vent at the back of the classroom, and climbed onto the desk beneath it - Hitoshi's desk, to be exact. Izuku opened the vent carefully, then handed his bag to Hitoshi and climbed in. Hitoshi passed their bags to Izuku, then let the short boy pull them into the vent. They closed the entrance, then began moving through the concerningly spacious area towards the cafeteria.

Hitoshi almost didn't have to crouch at all, and they were 180 centimetres (nearly six feet tall). Izuku didn't have to crouch at all, but then again he was only 166 centimetres (five feet five inches). Hopefully they were this big for an actual reason and not just to creep people out.

Someone sneezed below the vents that Izuku and Hitoshi were walking through silently, and it was reflex.

"Bless you." Izuku and Hitoshi said in unison.

"God?!" The person, who turned out to be Shiozaki, questioned, looking around wildly.

"Yes." The two couldn't pass this up.

"Why are you showing yourself to me? Do you have a mission to give, my lord?" She asked quietly.

"You have been hurting those I consider my children. I made them as they are, yet you say they are wrong." Hitoshi said, using their voice changer to make their voice sound exactly like theirs and Izuku's together.

"My lord?" Shiozaki asked, sounding upset.

"The transgender people are still my people, along with the nonbinary and those who do not wish to be associated with gender. I made each of my children as I saw fit, yet you have been hurting them with your words. Have you forgotten that you're to love your neighbour as yourself, Shiozaki Ibara?" Hitoshi said, making sure Izuku would stay quiet.

If Shiozaki thought they were her god, then they were going to make sure she realised she was being queerphobic and was going to change it. Hitoshi knew she was a good person, just a bit prejudiced for reasons they didn't and couldn't understand. Though it felt dirty and wrong to be using her religion against her like this, she was a good person outside of that and would be a good hero if she just realised she was wrong.

"Then my mother was wrong, my lord? It is not a sign of the devil for me to be attracted to women as men are?" Shiozaki asked in a small voice.

A homophobic mother with a lesbian daughter was the reason Shiozaki was the way she was.

"Of course not, child. I made you as you are, and your mother is wrong for saying I made you incorrectly." Hitoshi assured with the voice changer, then they and Izuku moved on once Shiozaki continued walking.

"I- I didn't know about her mother. I didn't know she was like me." Izuku whispered, looking up at Hitoshi with watery green eyes.

"I didn't know either. I hope we helped her, even if it was through trickery." Hitoshi said, pulling Izuku into a hug.

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"You. Are. Grounded." Iida told both Izuku and Hitoshi when they walked into the dorms after classes, the two having narrowly escaped whatever punishment from hell Aizawa had thought of.

"This is homophobic." Hitoshi stage-whispered to Izuku, who struggled not to start laughing.

"It cannot be homophobic when I myself am gay." Iida defended himself.

"Then it's transphobic." Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at the class representative.

"It is not transphobic either, because I respect gender identity." Iida refuted, and Hitoshi rolled their eyes.

"Then it's Midoriya-phobic. Are you really gonna do your friend dirty like this?" Hitoshi smirked, because now Iida was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"I-" Iida froze in place, unsure how to continue with disciplining his classmates.

"Stop being mean to Hitoshi, Iida-kun, and help me kick Mina-chan's butt in this game." Kaminari called over his shoulder.

Hitoshi turned red, which didn't look at all attractive with their eyebags or purple eyes or purple hair. They then fled directly to the elevator, pulling Izuku behind them by his wrist. The green-haired teen gave a soft yelp in surprise at the sudden movement, and leaned against Hitoshi when they got inside the elevator.

The two partners-in-crime made their way to Izuku's room, where Hitoshi promptly landed on the greenet's bed with a sound like wind through leaves.

"They called me Hitoshi." Hitoshi recalled, looking up at Izuku's ceiling with dazed violet eyes.

"That's your name." Izuku said with a fondly exasperated smile, taking a seat at his desk.

"Yeah, but Denki said my name." Hitoshi sighed like they'd just been told Eraserhead was going to stop hunting them for sport.

"Are you ever going to tell them how you feel?" Izuku asked in amusement, having been witness to Hitoshi pining over Kaminari ever since the Sports Festival where zhe became friends with the nonbinary insomniac.

"Are you ever going to confess to Iida-san?" Hitoshi shot back, and Izuku turned red.

"My feelings for Tenya-kun are completely separate from your feelings for Kaminari-kun. At least I don't blush and turn into a clumsy stuttering mess when my crush says my name." Izuku defended.

Hitoshi threw a pillow at him in response, groaning unintelligibly at the ceiling.

"I want to ask Aizawa-sensei how to Not Feel this but ae terrifies me." Hitoshi whined.

"Ae hunts you for sport, of course ae terrifies you." Izuku noted idly while writing something in one of his notebooks.

"Eraserhead has been hunting me for sport since I was ten, Izuku-kun. You try not being terrified when a demon chases you in the middle of the night yelling at you to go home." Hitoshi grumbled.

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Hitoshi really should've learned their lesson by now and stopped going outside when it was close to the time the sun went down. They should’ve learned when they were ten and saw what they assumed was a feral cat demon, they should’ve learned when the feral cat demon began telling them to go home, they should’ve learned when the feral cat demon began throwing small rocks in their direction. They should’ve learned by now.

“GO. HOME.” Feral Pro Hero Eraserhead cackled behind them, and Hitoshi made the mistake of looking over their shoulder to gauge how much distance was between them and the feral cat demon.

The nonbinary teen slammed facefirst into a tree, and fell back dazed. Feral Pro Hero Eraserhead’s cackles were getting closer, and Hitoshi immediately got back up and began running again, actually paying attention to where they were running now so they wouldn't repeat the incident.

“I AM HOME.” Hitoshi called back to the demonic entity without looking back, and saw the dorms in the distance.

They were almost there, almost to safety, almost free from the demon that masqueraded as Aizawa Shouta during the daytime. They were almost there.

And then Hitoshi tripped on a rock. So close, just a few feet away from the dorm doors and they had tripped on a rock that barely stuck out of the ground. They quickly scrambled to their feet, hearing Feral Pro Hero Eraserhead coming in closer and closer, running to the dorm and slamming the doors shut as soon as they were inside. Hitoshi leaned against the doors, breathing heavily as they began to calm down from the adrenaline rush.

"You good?" Kaminari asked, and Hitoshi checked their wrist to see Kaminari’s bracelet was green at the moment - she/her pronouns for now.

"I made a grave mistake and decided to go for an evening walk." They said plainly, and she snorted.

"You know our teacher turns feral when the sun goes down, Shin-kun." Kaminari teased, and Hitoshi sighed fondly as they went to get a cup of something to drink.

"I'll have you know that the sun was still up when I started my walk, woman." Hitoshi rolled their eyes as they poured their iced coffee, and the blonde on the couch gasped playfully.

"Shinsou, that's no way to talk to a girl!" She scolded teasingly, as if she were actually offended.

"I see a lady before me, not a girl." Hitoshi raised an eyebrow, and Kaminari turned bright red and spluttered.

"Careful there, I might think you're flirting one of these days." Kaminari said once she was calm again, and Hitoshi grinned before taking a sip of their coffee.

"Then you'd finally get the hint. I've been flirting for a few months now, Kami-chan." Hitoshi said, feeling heat rise up high on their cheekbones.

Kaminari gasped softly and blushed a pretty red, her hair tied back and unable to hide it from the nonbinary other downstairs with her.

"Wait, you like me back?" She asked quietly, and Hitoshi buffered when they registered her words.

Liked her back, meaning the feelings were mutual. Which meant Hitoshi might have actually found their future partner simply because their crush happened to also have a crush on them.

"... Does this mean you'll be my partner?" Hitoshi asked into the budding silence.

"Fucking FINALLY! You two were insufferable with all the flirting and pining, I thought we'd have to lock the two of you in a room together to get either of you to confess." Sero cheered from where they were sitting with Ashido, both of them having somehow managed to be quiet enough Hitoshi didn't notice them.

"I think you just ruined their moment, Sero-kun." Ashido frowned at them, and Sero wilted a little.

"Ignoring my idiot friends, yes I'd love to be your partner, Shin-kun." Kaminari told Hitoshi, who grinned.

"In that case, you should probably use my given name then, Kami-chan." Hitoshi told her as they sat next to their girlfriend to drink the rest of their coffee.

"Then you should use mine, Hitoshi ." Kaminari- Denki said with a gleam in her eyes, and Hitoshi felt their face heat up.

They'd escaped Feral Pro Hero Eraserhead, and now they had a romantic partner, that they'd had a crush on for quite a while now. Also, Denki using their given name shouldn't be as hot as it was, it was just their name.

"Alright then, Denki." Hitoshi replied, and she ducked her head to try and hide her red face.

"God fucking damn it, you two have been dating for less than five minutes and you're already disgusting with the PDA." Bakugou wrinkled his nose unattractively as he pointedly turned so he was facing away from the new couple.

“At least I have a partner, pomeranian.” Hitoshi retorted, pulling said partner closer and making Denki let out a little laugh.

“I hope you understand that us being a thing now, means that I’ll be stealing your hoodies and not giving them back.” She said, and Hitoshi noted that her bracelet was changing from green to red - they/them pronouns now.

“I could make you give them back. I’ve been told I can be quite persuasive.” Hitoshi smirked, trying not to laugh as their partner rolled their pretty gold-yellow eyes at the phrasing.

“You mean with your Quirk, right?” Sero asked from where they were still sitting next to Ashido, and Hitoshi simply smiled in response.

“... Right?” Sero repeated, looking a little bit worried.

Hitoshi laughed a little, eyes glittering with amusement, as his partner Denki began cackling.

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Izuku listened raptly as Iida spoke, all his focus on giving the blue-haired boy his full attention. Not that zhe was actually taking in more than how animated and bright Iida was when he got excited about talking about something.

"-and furthermore if we were to increase friendly relations between agencies and stand alone heroes, then we could also…" Iida was saying, and Izuku smiled as the taller boy adjusted his pretty glasses and did his stupidly cute trademark hand chopping motion from how excited he was getting.

Izuku rested his chin more solidly on his hand as he listened to Iida's gently rumbling baritone voice, something warm filling his chest at seeing Iida exist so comfortably in his element.

"Midoriya-kun? Midoriya-kun, did you hear me?" Someone nudged Izuku, enough that zhe had to stop giving Iida zhir full attention.

"Um… what was the question?" Izuku asked, a little embarrassed that someone had managed to sneak up on him.

"I asked how long you've been wearing your binder today, so we don't have a repeat of last time you wore it for too long. It's not manly to hurt yourself." Kirishima frowned at zhim.

"I actually haven't put it on today yet, surprisingly. I guess Tenya-kun's theory about a person's environment and the people around them having an affect on how dysphoric someone can feel is true." Izuku assured, and Kirishima relaxed a little before going to go do something.

Izuku turned his attention back to Iida, listening as the other teen rambled on about interrelationships between agencies and the positive affect it would have on hero society as a whole if they existed as more than just barebones mechanisms that were used for missions and nothing else.

Sometime later, Izuku opened his eyes to find a blanket had been placed over him and a short note in Iida's handwriting telling him he should try to get more sleep at night, signed with a glasses-wearing smiley face.

Iida hadn't even tried to take his sweatshirt back after Izuku fell asleep, and the item of clothing fell to end somewhere between Izuku's hips and knees when zhe stood up with a yawn.

The green-eyed teen hummed a little as he pulled the blanket around his shoulders, grabbing the note before he began making the trek up to his room to put it with the other ones Iida had written him that he'd saved. The green-haired teen looked out the window, and saw that sunset wasn’t going to happen for a while. Zhe’d be safe to go for a walk, as long as zhe didn’t make it a long one. Knowing that Sensei went feral when the sun set had been a bit of an eye opener when the dorms had been built. No one wanted to make their teacher upset while ae was feral, they’d all learned their lesson after Kirishima had wanted to do an evening workout.

After Izuku got changed for his workout, he pulled his red sneakers on and left his room with the Miruko water bottle that Todoroki had given him, his phone in his pocket and his headphones around his neck so he could listen to music while he went for his walk. And, for some reason, zhir mother texted zhim despite knowing she’d irreparably damaged their relationship when she refused to accept that zhir was her son and not her daughter.

Inko : Nanako, can you see if Hikaru would be willing to come over for dinner at some point? I’d love to see if she’s found a boyfriend yet and see if you two are just as close as when you were little girls playing in the sand

Izuku grimaced and flinched at the blatant transphobic behaviour towards him and Bakugou from his mother. At least Bakugou’s parents were supportive and had even helped Izuku out by paying for zhir horomone therapy, even with Izuku trying to convince them they didn’t have to do that.

His want for an afternoon walk ruined by his mother yet again, Izuku took a seat on the couch in the common room. Zhe considered, not for the first time, if zhe should just block Inko’s number and be done with it

“What did that bitch do this time?” Bakugou, someone who knew just how unsupportive Inko was, asked as he took a seat near Izuku, his hair halfway between the bright blue and his natural blond now.

“She intentionally deadnamed and misgendered both of us. I think I’ve finally hit my limit, because I could handle it when she was just doing that to me. But doing it to someone else, someone I actually care about? She crossed a line.” Izuku admitted, and was shocked when Bakugou pulled zhim into an extremely awkward hug.

“I’d fight her to make her stop, but the hag and my old man might ground me if I did.” Bakugou told him softly.

‘K- Kacchan is… hugging me?!’ Izuku tried to wrap zhir brain around it.

“Guys I think Bakugou-kun is- nevermind, he’s not attacking Midoriya-kun!” One of their classmates, Ashido going by the voice, called.

After a moment, it occured to Izuku that he should probably hug back. Who knew if he’d ever get a hug from his childhood friend again?

“Thank you, Kacchan.” Izuku mumbled, reciprocating the embrace that smelled strongly of caramel and burnt sugar and felt like warmth and home.

Zhe hadn’t gotten a hug from Bakugou since they left primary school, and even back then Bakugou hadn’t wanted anyone to see that he still cared about the child that everyone had decided was useless just because zhe wasn’t supposed to get a Quirk like everyone else had. Though, even when Bakugou made it seem like they’d abandoned Izuku at school, the green-haired boy had always had afternoon and weekend training sessions with the blond to look forward to. Sure, Bakugou had bullied zhim during school hours (and zhe knew Shinsou was trying to make zhir get angry at Bakugou for it), but Izuku knew it was because on the days that Bakugou was the one to bully Izuku, no one else did. It was Bakugou’s misguided way of trying to keep Izuku as safe as he could.

Those training sessions with Bakugou during middle school, had even been what had allowed Izuku to be strong enough to accept One For All a few weeks ahead of All Might’s schedule. Sure, he had broken his bones while getting used to the Quirk, but once All Might had brought Gran Torino in a few days before the Exams, Izuku had figured out how to spread the Quirk through his body and minimise the backlash it had on him.

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"You know, you kinda remind me of a cat right now." Denki teased Hitoshi as he watched the nonbinary insomniac struggle to untangle themself from the capture scarf they were trying to figure out how to use without going to Aizawa for help. The bracelet on his wrist was a soft off-white tan colour at the moment, betraying that he was currently masculine.

“Oh, ha ha ha. I’d love to see you try to master this, baby.” Hitoshi said, not even that upset as they knew they looked quite comical with how they were struggling.

I’d love to master riding you Denki thought, but he would never actually say something that dirty out loud where anyone could hear.

“You could ask our teacher for help.” The blond said with an amused giggle, and Hitoshi finally managed to free themself from the blasted infernal tool they’d decided they were going to use for their hero work.

“And risk learning from that chaotic feral demon after the sun goes down? Not a chance, jolteon, I quite like living.” Hitoshi retorted, standing up and holding the capture scarf away from them and looped loosely around on arm.

“Kacchan, he’s so pretty and it’s distracting me.” Izuku complained to his childhood friend, and Bakugou snorted.

“Are you talking about Icy Hot, Glasses, Eyebags, Sparkles, or My Chemical Crowmance?” The blond asked, and Izuku let loose a giggle at the nicknames zhir childhood friend gave his current friends.

“Hitoshi is dating Kaminari-kun now, and they're not my type anyway. Nothing against Todoroki-kun, but I only see nem as a friend. Aoyama keeps giving me cheese and I’m lactose intolerant, so they're out too. And Tokoyami-kun’s got amazing music taste but faer not my type anyway, and I’m not cir either.” Izuku said, and Bakugou grinned.

“Ah, so you’ve got it bad for Sonic’s bastard son.” Bakugou said, and Izuku started laughing at what Tenya had gotten called by the explosive teen.

“He’s pretty, Kacchan! And when he starts talking about something he loves he gets so passionate and bright and I curse my very existence that I’m a useless bottom who can’t even ask him out.” Izuku flopped down on top of Bakugou, and got shoved onto the floor for his actions.

“So learn how to not be a useless bottom, Deku, it’s pretty simple.” He said, and Izuku curled into a loose fetal position on the floor that was surprisingly comfortable.

“You’re bullying me.” The greenet whined, and Bakugou nudged zhim lightly with his foot.

“Get up, leave my room, and go ask out your crush. You’re a hero-in-training, you’ve survived multiple villain attacks. You can do this, you stupid deku.” Bakugou encouraged in their own way, and Izuku curled himself around Bakugou’s leg in response.

“No. He’s too pretty for mankind, I can’t just ask him out.” Izuku pouted, and Bakugou pinched his nose before he sighed and began leaving the room with Izuku still wrapped around his leg like a tiny child trying to throw a tantrum.

“What the fu-?” Sero said, leaving Todoroki’s room and staring as Bakugou walked by with Izuku wrapped around one of their legs, the ravenet seeming to question all their life choices that led them to this point.

Bakugou reached the elevators before Izuku realised what the blond was actually going to do, and by then the doors had already closed behind them and the elevator was heading to the ground floor where Iida most likely was.

“... Should I be concerned?” Kirishima asked, almost hesitantly.

“Kacchan’s bullying me.” Izuku said, and Bakugou pinched his nose before heaving out a sigh.

“The shitty nerd’s a useless bottom who can’t even ask out the guy he likes. I can’t take another fucking day of him ranting about his stupid crush.” Bakugou explained, and Kirishima lifted his hands in surrender.

“Alright, fair enough.” The traitor walked away, leaving Izuku to the lack of mercy from his childhood friend.

“I have so many questions.” Kaminari said when Bakugou walked into the common room with Izuku still wrapped around his leg.

“My friendship with Kacchan is over, Shouji is my new best friend.” Izuku said, making no move to leave where zhe was a deadweight inhibiting Bakugou’s movements.

“... Okay?” Shouji said, extremely confused.

“Oi. Offbrand Walmart Sonic, Deku’s got something he wants to say to you.” Bakugou said, and Izuku moved just enough he’d cause the explosive blond to fall to the ground.

“No. No I don’t, Kacchan’s lying. He doesn’t know anything, don’t listen to a word he says.” Izuku said, untangling zhirself from zhim childhood friend and immediately moving to leave the room.

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Todoroki had somehow forgotten that the homeroom teacher of heroics class 1-A became a cryptid-eldritch-demon creature when the sun set and the moon rose. It had honestly, truly, impossibly forgotten that its teacher was not to be trifled with during the day, much less after the sun was down. Ne should have thought things through, but ne had been tired from the day's work, and had thought a late evening walk would help nem cool down better than just using nems Quirk to do so, since it would require less concentration and energy than using nem Quirk would when it came time for bed.

"GO. HOME. CHILD." The being that masqueraded as the human called Aizawa Shouta during the day roared, aer making Todoroki feel like it could very well be excused for the way it used its Quirk to get to the dorms faster.

Ne felt like nems lungs were shaking out of nems body from how hard ne was panting when ne finally reached the dorms and got inside. It made sure the door was securely shut behind it, ingrained instincts and reflexes telling it that the demon had to be kept out so it could keep its soul where said soul belonged, firmly inside it.

“Uh… are you okay, Todoroki-kun?” Ashido asked, faer gold eyes facing in nems direction as fae tilted faer head to assess whether ne was indeed okay or not for faerself.

“I forgot that Sensei becomes feral at night and decided to take a walk to cool off rather than use my Quirk to do so.” It said, expression clearly letting its classmates know that it had just barely escaped the cryptid-eldritch-demon known as 1-A’s homeroom teacher.

"That's rough, buddy." Sero said, not looking up from the book they were reading.

"OH HELL YEAH!" Kaminari's voice came from one of the upper levels, tone suspiciously gleeful.

The teen ran down to the common room, grinning brightly and looking vaguely manic.

"I'VE UPGRADED MY GENDER CACHE FUCKERS!" The electric blond held up the gender bracelet Yaoyorozu had made, the colour one that hadn't been shown before.

It was a light purple, just a few shades off Shinsou's specific hair colour. It wasn't feminine green, or androgyne red, or masculine tan, or trigendered blue.

"Congratulations…?" Ashido blinked her eyes at Kaminari in confusion.

"Pronouns for this colour?" Jirou asked from where zir was listening to some music while studying.

"Lyrself ones. I gotta tell 'Toshi, they're gonna flip if they find out from someone else." Kaminari grinned, then lyr ran off to find lyra boyfriend.

“That was so fucking in character for lyra that we shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” Kirishima said with a fond shake of his head, looking up from the videogame he was playing.

Yaoyorozu went and grabbed Todoroki gently by the arm, dragging nem lightly over to the kitchen area to make nem a cup of tea to calm down from what ne had just experienced. E moved slowly, making sure it could see em as e measure out two cups’ worth of lavender-lemon for it and eirself. As soon as the tea was done steeping, Yaoyorozu poured two cups of it and slid one over to Todoroki, letting the other teen take in the soothing smell of the lavender and lemon intertwining.

“Thank you.” Ne mumbled, directing a soft smile towards nems best friend.

“You’re welcome.” Ve smiled back, and took a sip of vir tea after sweetening it adequately.

Several people froze in shock as two very distinct voices began yelling what sounded like Vine references. It wasn’t shock from what was being said, it was shock from who the two people were.

“WAIT BECKY IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! ” Ojiro yelled from perhaps a floor above, followed by a minimal pause.

“I WON’T HESITATE BITCH! ” Tokoyami screeched back, and there was a very loud noise like a small firework going off.

“… Are they okay?” Ashido asked, faer yellow eyes wide like a startled cat’s.

It was clear that she wasn’t asking if they were physically okay, due purely to the tone she had used.

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Shinsou and Kaminari’s first date as an actual couple and not just a hangout between friends couldn’t be off-campus for quite a few reasons. Foremost among them being the villains, then there was the queerphobia rampant among complete strangers who had no right to voice their unwanted opinions so loud, then it was how recognisable Kaminari and Shinsou were as Yuuei students, and there were even other things. So, the first date between the two lovers wouldn’t be off campus. But Shinsou wanted it to go well, since they couldn’t strive to make it picture perfect without making it feel fake or insincere.

Thus, the nonbinary teen had inquired the assistance of Satou in making a picnic date for themself and their partner. Bun had agreed to help them make some food that Kaminari and they could enjoy together, so now the two were in the kitchen together as Satou walked Shinsou through how to make a crepe with meat filling. It wouldn’t be something gourmet or high-fancy, but at least it was something that Shinsou knew Kaminari enjoyed almost as much as Shinsou’s partner liked hamburgers or that one meat-filled dinner pie that Kaminari had made once to prove they were capable in the kitchen. Now, if only they could figure out what the correct proportion for a drink that their lover enjoyed whenever the blond could get their hands on it, then the picnic they were preparing would be as close to perfect as they could get for a proper first date. They’d even managed to convince Kouda to ask a few animals that Kaminari was fond of to be in the area that Shinsou planned to have the picnic at, and all they had to do was promise zeta that they wouldn’t do anything to harm the animals. Though Shinsou had had to inform Kouda that their partner maybe had a slight and very minor case of lepidopterophobia and to please keep the butterflies and moths away so the blond didn’t start crying. At least they’d gotten zeta to promise not to direct butterflies to the picnic spot, and zee had even promised to keep them away for Kaminari’s sake.

Asui knew that xe probably needed to get some rest since xe was now going 40 hours without sleep, but xe needed answers and had promised Shouji that xe would get some sleep after xer quest was over. There was something moving around in the vents, and Asui swore xe would find out what it was even if it ended in xer death. Kouda had also mentioned hearing the thing in the vents, and said that it kept waking up zeta pets when they were sleeping. It was an unforgivable offense, and Asui was going to find out what was in the vents if only for the sake of Kouda’s animals.