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Of course. Of fucking course this shit would happen to his class. Honestly he shouldn’t even be surprised anymore after all the other shit these kids have been through. But just as he thought to himself that ‘hey! Maybe my class won’t be on the brink of death for at least a few months!’ it was ripped away from him. At least this time no one was dead, or dying any time soon, he hoped.

Each of the hero classes at U.A. had been assigned a group of elementary school kids to guide in a tour around the school. Apparently every year the school chooses a random school from around the country to come and show around the place. Only elementary school kids, they tended to be more excited about it. 

Class 1-A had been assigned a class of ten kids, first graders. Two of Aizawa’s students were assigned to keep track of one smaller student. The tour itself had gone well, the ending less so. 

Aizawa shouldn’t blame Bakugou for the incident, it really wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t help it. The explosive teen had been partnered with Kirishima to keep track of one little girl. From the outside, she looked as sweet as could be. Dark brown hair tied into small pigtails with pink bows and a matching dress. Big innocent eyes and hands clasped together behind her back. But oh boy, was that just an act. 

The problem child- No, devil child , quickly caught on to how quick to anger Bakugou was. She insisted on pushing all of his buttons, and grinned at him when he exploded. Apparently she had a good handle on her quirk even at a young age, something he had only learned after speaking with her parents. 

All of his students and the children they were assigned to watch were back in the 1-A classroom. Each of them saying their goodbyes and walking out to the teacher waiting on her students in the hall. Bakugou's parting with the little girl was less than pleasant, at least to everyone but the devil herself. 

She looked up at him and grinned, “Ya know mister,” she tilted her head, “Your quirk really matches your personality.” 

Bakugou glared at her from above, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You just said a bad word! That’s not very hero like,” She giggled at him. 

He practically snarled at her trying to keep his composure, “I didn’t say shit.” 

“I think you're lying.” 

As soon as she said those words, a pink mist began to pour out from around her and quickly fill the classroom. The future hero’s dropping to the floor the second it hit their nostrils. Aizawa tried to cancel out her quirk, but the fog obstructed his vision and soon he was down as well. 

When he awoke, it was only a few minutes later. Half of his students were awake and complaining about the soreness from where they had fallen onto themselves. The sound of a little girl crying was loud and ringing in his ears. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The brunette child cried out to Aizawa. She was a few feet away from him and aggressively rubbing her face. 

He groaned and sat up, “It’s fine kid, what was that?” 

“It was- it was my quirk!” She choked out, “I’m sorry! I’m still learning how to use it!” 

Aizawa felt a bit alarmed, he had no idea what the quirk did. So far everyone that had woken up seemed okay and uninjured, just confused and staring at her. 

“And what exactly is your quirk?” He asked her. 

She pulled her hands from her face and looked at him with a frown, no tears had shed from her eyes, but her face was red from rubbing it, “It makes people tell the truth. The explosive one lied to me! So I told him I thought he was lying and accidentally made my quirk happen!” 

For fucks sake. 

“Why don’t you go join your teacher in the hall and head back to your school yeah? I’ll get in touch with your parents so we can figure out what happens from here.” Aizawa tried to comfort her, believing her act of innocence. 

The next few hours were a pain in his ass. After the first graders got on their bus and headed back he had to make sure all of his students were okay. They were fine of course, but he couldn’t help but worry. Especially considering how prone to this stuff his class was. 

He sent them all back to the dorms and got in contact with the girls parents. Over a phone call he learned a few things. First one being that this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Apparently she knew what she was doing and would do it often to cause drama. Why? They had no idea. Her own quirk didn’t make her tell the truth, so they had no clue. Next he learned about what her quirk fully entailed. It was activated by her calling out someone else’s lie. 

The quirk itself wasn’t very dangerous physically, only emotionally. Truths not ready to be shared, secrets and other things maybe just embarrassing would most likely be spilled over the next month or so. Apparently it took around five hours to kick in, at this point he had about another two hours to figure out how to go about this. 

After talking with Nezu, they had come to an agreement on what the foreseeable future looked like. Aizawa made his way to the dorms and arrived on the porch at exactly 7:56. The quirk had hit around 3:00 so time was of the essence now. He pocketed his phone and stepped in to see the entire class sitting at either the tables or on the couches eating dinner. 

“Good afternoon Sensei! Would you like a plate?” Iida, always taking initiative, called out to him seconds after he stepped foot inside. 

He shook his head, more important matters to take care of, “I’m good,” Aizawa closed the door behind him and looked up at his students, “I have something I need to talk about with all of you.” 

21 heads whipped around and looked at him, all of them peaked with curiosity. 

“Is this about what happened with the girl Bakugou and Kirishima were watching?” Hagakure's voice sounded out. 

“Yes, I did some research and learned about what the brats quirk was,” He rolled his eyes at the word brat. 

Iida stood up, arm ready for his signature chopping move, “Sensei! I respect you, but I don’t think it is appropriate to call her a brat because of a mistake she made!” 

Aizawa scoffed, “She didn’t make a mistake. Called her parents, apparently she pulls this shit all the time. Has full control of her quirk and stuff.” 

Most of the students looked at him confused, why would such a sweet looking kid do that? 

“I knew she was evil, that kid was trying to get me to lash out at her the whole fucking time!” Bakugou screamed from where he sat at the table.

Kirishima raised his arm and scratched at the back of his neck, “Yeah, she definitely was a little bit uh, much.” 

“Aizawa sensei? What is her quirk exactly?” Midoriya, of course, asked. 

He sighed and began explaining, “Her quirk allows her to release some sort of mist when catching someone in a lie,” Aizawa looked over to Bakugou, “Everyone who inhales it even for a second becomes infected. It’s a truth quirk of sorts. For the next month or so, all of us will be rendered nearly unable to lie. Sadly that’s not all of it, not only are you unable to lie if asked a direct question, but it also might make you randomly blurt out things about yourself. It’s prone to suggestion, anything you think, you might say out loud if it’s true.” 

Most of the kids looked mildly worried now, surely having something to hide. The rest looked almost pleased, as if thinking they would be able to get some black mail on their peers. Midoryia, being in the group of worried students, for once stayed quiet when the topic of learning about a new quirk was brought up. Aizawa only let himself be concerned for a second before another student interrupted his thoughts. 

“I like grapefruit. Huh, wait but sensei I just lied?” Kaminari raised a brow at him. 

Aizawa rolled his eyes, “Yes. You did. The quirk takes around five hours to kick in, so any minute now. But I need to discuss with you all what the plan with this whole thing will be.” 

No one interpreted him, so he continued, “Classes will continue, but from the dorms. I will come here instead. Same hours, same rules and such. The quirk is contagious, so interacting with other teachers or students until it’s gone is off limits. Unfortunately, this also means no contact with your families,” He took a breath, “No contact not just in visits home, but not using any cell phones. I will have to collect everyone’s phones,” Multiple sounds of protest went around the room, “If any information about private school matters or other students were to be leaked into the wrong hands on accident it could be fatal. Don’t fight me on this.” 

The students who had tried to plead with him before stopped at that. Severity of the situation kicking in. 

“What about training?” Todoroki asked from the couch. 

“Training will be limited to mostly what you all can do from inside the dorms. I’m sure you can figure something out for yourselves. Nezu and I are trying to find times after school hours when I can bring you all to the gym and do quirk training and sparring, but for now that’s all we can do.” 

“So we just have to sit around on our asses and fucking fall behind?!” Bakugou yelled from the couch and let a few pops out from his hand. 

“Unfortunately yes,” is all Aizawa could say to that, “Any more questions?” 

Mina looked up with a smile, “Do we still have to wear our uniforms for class?” 

Aizawa contemplated, Nezu hadn’t said they needed to, and this whole situation was tough enough already, “As long as you are all dressed appropriately, no uniforms will be needed.” 

A few whoops of joy sounded around him, he grinned a bit under his scarf. The kids might need this to latch on to as a silver lining. Plus, wearing something other than his hero costume every day sounded nice. 

“Sensei? Will you be staying at home during all of this?” Yaoyorozu asked politely from the table. 

“No, I’ll be sleeping in an empty bedroom in the dorms, I can’t infect my husband or daughter,” Aizawa stilled and his eyes shot open. He definitely had not meant to say all of that. Apparently the rest of the class noticed it as well, because instead of prying into his personal life, they paled that realization it was starting. 

“I’m- im going to go upstairs, I’ll be in the empty room next to Satou’s on the fifth floor if anyone needs me.” Aizawa quickly spoke as he rushed for the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevators. 

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The common room was quiet. That was an unexpected confession from their teacher. Everyone knew it was the quirk kicking in, and fear kept them quiet, even though they wanted to tease their teacher. People slowly began to eat again, still staying silent. 

“I’m not even suprised he’s gay, I’m suprised he married anyone in the first place,” Kaminari accidentally let slip from his lips. 

All of his classmates' heads whipped to him, faces either confused, annoyed, or even mildly amused. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shinsou asked to his left on the couch. 

Kaminari turned to him and waved his hands in front of himself, “Agh! No! I didn’t mean it in a bad way! Just like, he acts like he hates everyone! So I was surprised! I’m happy for him of course!”

Shinsou’s shoulders untensed and he just nodded at him and went back to eating, content with Kaminaris answer. 

“500 yen bet that he’s married to Present Mic sensei,” Mina said from her spot on the floor. 

“I agree,” Todoroki spoke. 

Multiple sounds of agreement rang out around them. Shinsou tried to hide a snort in his hand. Kaminari looked up at him. 

“What’s all of that for?” He raised a brow at the purple haired teen. 

“He is married to Present Mic,” Shinsou said against his will, “Fuck! I mean, well, shit it’s true! But I didn’t mean to tell you all.”

“Don’t worry Shinsou, he probably would’ve accidentally told us later anyways, we have a month of this,” Midoryia smiled. 

Right. A month of this. 

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The next few hours passed smoothly. A few embarrassing comments passed, nothing too damaging. Kirishima blurted out how his hair wasn’t naturally red. Tsu admitted she got the animalistic instinct to eat flies and other bugs when they came around. Hagakure talked about how she would sometimes walk around the dorms naked and scare people into thinking the place was haunted. That one was met with a lude comment from a certain grape look alike and a smack behind his head from a large tail. 

Over all the night passed almost like any other, at least for a little bit. Now nearing 10:00pm, only Jirou, Mina, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Todoroki, Kaminari, Midoriya, Ojiro and Mineta were still in the common room. It was mid argument between the girls and Mineta when Jirou screamed out at him. 

“God! Why are you such a perverted freak to all of us!” With her hands clenched at her sides and a look on her face that could kill, genuinely might kill soon.

“I’m not a pervert! I’m just appreciative of how good most of the girls in our class look!” He rolled his eyes at her. 

Jirou raised a brow and crossed her arms, “What do you mean by most?” 

Mineta spoke before he could control himself, “I mean, you practically look like a little boy, why would I go crazy over your body?” 

She stepped back as if the words actually hit her. Half of the room's gaze shifted to her in concern, the other to Mineta with hate. 

Kaminari spoke up first, “Mineta, what the fuck?” 

A few raised their brows at him, wondering why he would be the first to speak up when he was pretty much Minetas only friend. 

“What? It’s true! Come on Kami there’s a handful of babes in our class and Jirou just isn’t one of them,” Mineta said. 

Kaminaris face contorted into disgust, “I really tried to see if you could become a better person, grow out of whatever monster you are right now. But I’m realizing you never will. You really, truly think all of that?” 

Mineta just stared back at him, no remorse in his eyes. 

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Jirou really tried to hold it in. She could feel her words bubbling up in her throat, painful and stinging. The truth trying to claw out of her mouth but she couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t say this. 

“I-“ She promptly brought her mouth to her hand and bit down hard on it to shut herself up. 

Anyone paying attention to the argument, which was most of the students still down here, looked up at her strangled words. The pain from keeping her words inside was visible on her face. Jirous brows turned inward and face tense. Her shoulders were shaking and tears threatened to build up. 

“Jirou, if you need to leave before you say something you don’t want to, feel free,” Todoroki said from the couch to her left. 

He was right. She promptly turned on her feet and speed walked to the elevator. Her free hand was shaking aggressively and her vision blurred from unshed tears as she pressed the button. The descending elevator felt like it was dropping for hours. Finally, the quiet ‘ding!’ from the elevator was heard and right as the doors began to open, an annoying voice spoke from back where she was previously standing. 

“What are you thinking about Jirou?” Mineta said with a smirk you could practically hear on his tongue. 

It was too much, the last direct question from him begged even harder at her body to speak the truth. The pain from keeping it in shot through her body all at once like a thousand knives in her skin and throat. She dropped to her knees with a choked scream and her arm falling out of her mouth. The second her screaming stopped, she had nothing to prevent her from talking anymore. 

“I’m trans,” Jirou wheezed out from in front of the open elevator doors on the ground. 

For what felt like the hundredth time that night, silence enveloped the room. She couldn’t bare to look at them, or even get off the ground. Jirou choked out a sob and clenched her fists beside her. 

“Say something! Fuck! Anything!” She cried out. 

No one spoke, no one knew what they could say to make this right. Someone knew what might, but he wasn’t ready to go down himself yet either, not even for Jirou. 

“Tell me- tell me you hate me! Or I don’t know- want me gone just say something!” She screamed and wrapped her arms around herself and shrunk into her body, “Please, please say something.” 

Too focused on her agony, even with her hearing quirk, Jirou didn’t hear the steps approaching from behind her until the person they belonged to sank down on the ground next to her. She tilted her head up and was met with the same unwavering flat expression Yaoyorozu almost always had. The black haired girl managed a small, comforting smile and set a hand on her shoulder. 

“I don’t hate you, not at all Jirou. I don’t think most of us do,” she whipped around and tried to give an aggressive glare at the boy who had started all of this, “But if they do, they don’t matter. Their opinions on your body don’t mean anything.” 

Jirou leaned into her touch, “Do you think- do you think I’m a girl?” 

Yaoyorozu brought her other hand up to Jirous face and soft fingers gently tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear. Her hand lingered there while she spoke, “I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” 

Jirou blushed under her hand, “You really think so?” 

“I know so,” Yaoyorozu’s gaze flickered between her lips and her deep eyes. 

The girl with waist long black hair unconsciously leaned in and spoke again, “I really want to kiss you.” 

Jirous breath hitched, “I really want you to kiss me.” 

Not a second later, lips were locked with lips. It wasn’t anything intense or lustful, just emotional. Beautiful even, how overwhelmingly pure the kiss was. Even though Jirou had just shared a secret she never planned on sharing with most of her peers, Yaoyorozu still wanted to kiss her. 

Her peers. Oh shit her classmates are still here. Before she could pull away and apologize, a low whistle tone was heard from behind them. Followed by the sound of someone cheering them on and an unenthusiastic sound of clapping, unmistakingly from Todoroki. 

Jirou finally pulled away and opened her eyes to see Yaoyorozus eyes flutter open right after her. Her face was covered in a deep blush, Jirou assumed hers must look similar. She tried to look into her eyes for any sign of regret from the kiss, but all Jirou could see was unfiltered and complete love in them. It made her heart skip a beat. 

Yaoyorozu paused, as if contemplating, before she ran the thumb of the hand that was on the side of Jirous face over her cheek. Wiping away stray tears on that side, before leaning in and leaving another peck right on top of it. 

“Someone owes me 200 yen,” Mina's words were the first ones she paid attention to. 

Jirou turned to look at her, “What?” 

The pink faced girl just smiled back, “A bet, one which I won, on when you two would finally get together.” 

“You bet on our love lives?” Yaoyorozu asked.

“Don’t worry, I bet on most of your guys' love lifes,” Mina tried to reassure. 

“Who are you even betting with?” Kirishima asked her. 

Todoroki looked up from the book he had been paying attention to the whole time with a frown, “Me, and I lost this one by two months.” 

“You’ve been betting on people's love lives?!” Midoryias eyes practically bulged out of his head at Todoroki. 

“I’m usually much better at it,” was all he had to reply with. 

“Liar,” Mina grinned at him. 

Jirou looked around at her classmates, noticing Mineta was no longer there, and neither was Ojiro. He had probably dragged the grape up to his room and locked him away so as to not spoil this moment. No one had commented on her coming out, and she had never felt so safe with all of these people. Tears were bubbling up inside of her again, this time out of raw relief. 

“Are you okay?” Yaoyorozu looked at her again, seeing a single tear fall. 

“Yeah, I feel way better than just okay,” Jirou looked back at her, before pulling her into a tight hug. 

“Aizawa made it sound like this quirk was awful but honestly, so far it hasn’t been all that bad,” Kirishima gestured to the girls still on the floor. 

Jirou grinned at him, “Did you forget my impromptu coming out?” 

Kirishima just smiled back at her, “No, but, your impromptu coming out led to something not all that bad yeah?” 

“I have no idea what impromptus means,” Kaminari sheepishly interrupted. 

She rolled her eyes at him, “Of course you don’t jamming whey.” 

Yaoyorozu stood up next to her and wiped her hands off on her pants before turning back to Jirou and offering one. The purple haired girl grabbed it and was pulled into standing, hands still laced together. They walked over to one of the couches that was now empty as they sat down, touching from their shoulders to their knees. 

“So you all are really just, cool with it?” She asked the group, but looked at Kaminari.

As much as she would pick on the electric powered boy every day, she considers him one of her best friends. His opinion of her mattered to her and if he didn’t accept her, she would be heartbroken. 

“Of course! I haven’t met anyone trans before you, but apparently my dead uncle was trans! So I would’ve met him, if he didn’t die and all of that stuff.” Midoriya rambled at his normal hyperactive speed. 

“Yeah bro, I mean, uh, listen not like bro like bro like, bro like-“ Kirishima tried to correct himself. 

“You’re fine Kirishima, bro is gender neutral,” She laughed at him. 

“Okay! Cool, bro! But anyways, yeah of course I accept you and all that stuff. You’re still the same Jirou!” He smiled at her. 

“Exactly,” Mina smiled at her, “Still the same Jirou.”

“This does not make me tolerate you any less,” Todoroki deadpanned.

“Thanks guys,” she turned to Kaminari. 

 He looked at her and grinned, “Still my best friend.” 

 She got up and walked over to the couch he was sat on before bending down and pulling him into an awkward hug. It took a few seconds but he wrapped his arms back around her and held her close. Coming out was scary, but her friends were there to help her through it. 

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 Kaminari closed his dorm door behind him with a sigh. He wasn’t transphobic, the complete opposite in fact. But the whole ‘Jirou accidentally coming out’ situation had him stressed. The idea that a small comment could trigger a dangerous secret being exposed scared him. After she had been forced to admit she was trans he tried to keep himself as quiet as possible. He wanted to comfort her, let her know he was there for her, but if he talked he might’ve exposed himself as well. 

 The reflection in his mirror stared back at him frowning. He brought his hands to his face and felt his jawline, not sharp enough, to feminine. His hands moved down over his shirt and felt all the curves that even his sized down binder couldn’t hide. The sight of his smaller waist spanning out into wider hips made him want to throw up. 

 He turned away from the mirror and over to his bed, sleep sounds amazing right now. Kaminari pulled back his duvet and laid underneath it, curled into a ball. Even though he was tired, sleep wouldn’t come to him. He turned around and went to grab his phone before remembering that Aizawa confiscated all of them. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling. His eyes refused to close.

 With a sigh he sat up and pulled his legs over the edge of his bed, he wouldn’t be falling asleep tonight like this. Not bothering to put the blanket back in place, he walked slowly over to his door before opening it and looking down both sides of the hall. When he confirmed no one was out he left for the stairs. The sound of the loud metal door made him cringe. 

 Every step up felt like an eternity til he made it to the dorm he was looking for. Kaminari rapped his knuckles against the door twice and waited til it was opened. A purple haired insomniac stared down at him in annoyance till he processed who was at the door and grinned. 

“Hey,” Shinsou’s gravelly voice rang in his ears. 

“Hey,” Kaminari breathed back as Shinsou opened the door wider, inviting him in. 

 He stepped into the room and immediately threw himself onto Shinsou’s bed. Talking was not what he wanted right now. He wanted strong arms to hold him till he fell asleep. 

 Shinsou stood above him, “Can’t sleep?”

“Can I ever?” Kaminari sarcastically replied. 

“Hm,” Shinsou sounded before laying down next to him, “Wanna talk about it?” 

“Not in the slightest,” He answered while turning over onto his boyfriend's chest. 

 A strong hand moved into his hair and the other wrapped around his waist, “You should take off your binder.” 

“I would rather throw myself into a tank of starving sharks thank you very much,” He scoffed. 

“Damn, even under a truth quirk,” Shinsou laughed. 

“Especially under this truth quirk,” Kaminari sighed.

 The hand in his hair stopped, “I’m scared.” 

 Kaminari looked up into his eyes, “Of what?” 

“What if, what if we end up telling someone about us?” Shinsou frowned, “Or you accidentally come out, I don’t want you to be in any danger.”

“Oh,” Kaminari was relieved they shared the same fears, “Me too, that’s why I couldn’t sleep.” 

“Why don’t we deal with this all tomorrow, they forgot to take my laptop. Wanna watch something?” Shinsou gently pushed him off and made his way over to his desk. 

 From his position turned over onto his face Kaminari spoke muffled through the duvet, “We should watch nyan neko girls.” 

“Fuck no, never mind I’m choosing.” 

 A hand slapped his ass and he yelped, looking to the side with a glare as Shinsou sat back down with a grin. He sat up just to push them both back into a lying position. Kaminari crawled on top of him and rested his head into the crook of his neck as the other boy placed the laptop on his back to pull up some sort of show or movie. The cool metal of it slowly warmed up and just before it could get hot enough to hurt it was moved to the side of the bed and the sound of the show's intro began. 

 Shinsou hummed as the blonde boy pressed a few light kisses to his neck before turning his head to watch the show with him. His boyfriend began running a hand up and down his back softly. With in no time he was out like a light, Shinsou following suit not long after

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 Sero blinked his eyes open slowly. He had fallen asleep relatively early last night. Truthfully, he had been falling asleep early almost every night lately. When he had first moved into the dorms he made it a habit to run to the store and get all the foods he could stomach for himself every week. For a while everything has been okay, but it quickly slipped. People started stealing his stuff out of the pantry. That was fine, he could just buy more. But then the comments started. 

“God, Sero, do you eat anything other than junk food?”

“I wish my parents would let me eat like that!” 

“Are you trying to get fucking trying to get diabetes tape face?!”

 Although they all meant well, none of them really knew. Sero had ARFID. 

 Ever since he was a toddler his parents had always deamed him a picky eater. He would scream and cry at most food options given to him. They assumed he would grow out of it, but as he got older it only worsened. His doctors would tell him he was too skinny, that he needed to eat more. His mom would sneak worried glances and his dad would yell at him while he cried at the dinner table because it felt so wrong. 

 Anxiety would plague his mind as he brought a piece of broccoli to his mouth. What if the little beads on the top got stuck to his throat and made him choke? What if the chip sliced the inside of his stomach and killed him from internal bleeding? It was too much, any time he tried to bring food to his mouth his whole body would tense and his stomach would churn. Of course, there were a few foods he could handle. Nothing sticky, nothing crunchy, and nothing that fell apart too easily. 

 One night at dinner after his dad had snapped at him again he finally expressed how he felt. How awful it was and how he wanted to gain weight and eat but his mind and body wouldn’t let him. At first his father hadn’t believed him, he thought it was some bullshit excuse to eat junk food 24/7. But his mother considered it. For the next few weeks she researched online about what the hell could be wrong with her son. Eventually, she found something that fit. Not that she liked the answer. 

 And that was that. She brought him to a psychologist and was diagnosed with ARFID and anxiety. His mother and his psychologist, Mrs. Doe, had encouraged him to start seeing a therapist. The man was very nice, Mr. Doe, (apparently the two were married. For a while Sero considered the fact that maybe he was making it up, that because they were in business together they only did this all to make money off him.) had helped him a decent amount. He would discuss his anxiety and other things with him. Slowly they began working on food therapy. At the beginning of his weekly sessions Mr. Doe would bring in a marshmallow for him. He only was expected to take a bite at first. For a while he could only stand the marshmallow on his tongue for a second before spitting it out, gagging and hyperventilating. 

 Soon enough he was able to swallow one bite, then two, and then the whole marshmallow. Mr. Doe and him would repeat this process with other foods, some taking weeks, more difficult ones taking months. For example, broccoli, he still hadn’t made much progress with that one even though it had been months. The prickly pieces on top that mushed together and the crunchy stem? Too much for him to handle. Nonetheless, he had gained some weight back now that his parents knew how to help him. But he had been dropping again, because of the dorms. 

 Sero had eventually given up on buying all of his comfort foods, both out of being exasperated at everyone stealing them, and embarrassment of his childish eating habits. Of course he still picked up a few and instead now hid them in his room. But he was back to eating a fourth of what his body needed. The tiredness hit first, then the dizziness, then the weight loss, and finally the constant coldness in his bones. The coldness that had him wearing socks to sleep like a heathen. 

 Back in the present Sero sat up and rubbed his eyes. The sudden movement made his vision swim and head dizzy. When the feelings faded away he opened back up his eyes and turned so his feet were dangling off the bed. Not wanting to forget, Sero opened up the cabinet on his nightstand and grabbed his pill bottle before getting up. He shook out an anti anxiety pill and closed the capsule back up before placing it in the drawer and closing it again. A lot of people dry swallowed, but given his other diagnosis, that never seemed like a possibility for him. Sero padded his socked feet across the room to his desk where a half empty water bottle sat. He brought the liquid to his mouth and held it before throwing the pill back and swallowing. The feeling of swallowing a pill whole never got better, but he got used to it. 

 He spared a glance at the alarm clock next to his bed, 30 minutes before he had to be up for class in the common room. Too tired to care, Sero didn’t change out of his clothes. He hadn’t changed last night either, opting to stay in his long sleeved dark grey sweater and black sweatpants. He did however, grab a jacket laying on the back of his desk chair and threw it on top. The coolness inside of him never stopped, but at least his skin could feel warmer. 

 Not wanting to have to put the effort in coming back upstairs before class starts he grabbed the rest of his things and made his way to the elevator. The doors opened up to reveal a grouchy looking Bakugou leaned against one of the side walls. Without a word, Sero stepped in and stood next to the opposing wall. There wasn’t necessarily an awkward energy persay, more of a content silent one that he only slightly wanted to interrupt. Yet he didn’t, even as they both entered the kitchen. 

 Sero set his backpack down on a stool by the counter and walked over to the pantry while Bakugou looked through the fridge, probably making some elaborate meal just for breakfast. He opened the pantry door and looked over to his section of food. Just as his luck would have it, his mushy protein bars were gone. Looks like another breakfast gone hungry, just like dinner last night was, and just like lunch yesterday was. He clicked his tongue and closed the door, opting to grab a glass from a cabinet and fill it with water. 

“Not gonna eat anything?” Bakugou asked him from his spot in front of the oven, not even turning around. 

“Nah,” He purposely stopped himself from elaborating. 

“You didn’t eat dinner last night,” The blonde boy said.

“I know,” Sero shrugged and moved over to the stool next to the one his bag was on. 

 Bakugou looked up at him and Sero purposely avoided eye contact, instead staring at his forehead, “You should eat something.” 

“I know,” Sero repeated, taking a sip from his glass. 

“So?” Bakugou raised a brow at him. 

“What?” The ravenette copied his face. 

 He sighed and shook his head before plopping a fried egg on a plate and scooting it to him, “Eat it.” 

 Sero gulped, “I'm good man. Thanks though.” 

“You look like a fucking twig,” The man in question frowned at the comment, “Eat the god damn eggs.” 

“No,” He glared at him. 

 Bakugous voice picked up, “Jesus fuck- are you anorexic or some shit?!” 

 His heart hammered in his chest, “No.” 

“So you’re just a fucking picky eater. I don’t know how you haven’t died with all the shit you eat. Never once have I seen you touch a fucking vegetable,” Bakugou rolled his eyes. 

“Fuck you,” Sero hissed and pushed away from his chair. 

 He grabbed his bag and glass, choosing to settle on a couch in the common room instead of in the kitchen with this asshole. Sero stood up and instantly grabbed onto the counter to keep him from falling over. He brought his other hand to his forehead and groaned at the sudden vertigo. 

 Once the wave passed he straightened his spine and walked away, not bothering to look back at Bakugou. He walked into the common room and plopped down on the corner of a couch. Sero reached behind him and pulled the throw blanket hanging over the back around him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on the arm of the couch, hoping to catch some sleep before class started. 

 Within not even 10 minutes his early morning nap was ruined. A sudden weight dropping on the cushion next to him made his body bounce up and wake from his almost asleep state. He turned his head and glared at the pink haired intruder. 

“Good morning Sero baby!” She grinned at him. 

 He simply groaned in return and shifted so his weight was now on her shoulder instead of the couches side. The warmth radiating off her making him want to fall asleep again.

“Tired much?” She giggled and pinched his nose. 

 Sero wiggled his nose and huffed, still not bothering to reply. As he fell back asleep he could make out the sound of more students coming down and eating. He was fast asleep by the time most of the class was gathered around the area, sitting on the couches or on the floor waiting for their teacher to arrive. 

 Right at 9am he walked through the elevator door and the chant of greetings sent Aizawa’s way woke the sleeping boy up. He sat up and pulled the blanket off, much to his dislike, and threw it back over the edge of the couch. 

 Aizawa walked into the kitchen and came back out moments later, dragging a chair behind him. He set it down infront of all the students and sat down with a huff. 

“Good morning,” he ran a head through his hair, “ Today we won’t be doing much academic work as most of the other teachers haven’t given me their lesson plans. So, instead we will do a mental activity. Then I’m going right back to fucking bed.”

 Sero was relieved, his morning interaction with Bakugou had worn him out mentally enough to last the rest of the day. 

“I want you all to take out a sheet of paper and a writing utensil. I’m going to give you all a mission scenario and want an explanation on how you would go about completing it with the least property damage and unnecessary harm,” Aizawa glanced at Bakugou. 

 Everyone quickly opened their bags and pulled out what they were directed to grab. Sero moved his legs out, still up on the couch, but now his feet gripped the edge so he had enough space to rest the paper on his legs and write against them.

 Aizawa quickly explained the scenario and gave them all 30 minutes to complete their response, “And please,” he turned to Midoriya, “Don’t make your responses too long.” The greenette blushed and a few students stifled laughs. 

“Alright,” Aizawa tapped on his watch, “You can start now.” He got off the chair and plopped down on the ground next to it, shamelessly falling asleep on the ground while his class worked. 

 Sero chewed on his bottom lip while running possibilities through his head. His mind was going 100 miles per hour but not a single thought made sense and it made him so frustrated. Giving up on working the plan through in his head first, he brought his pencil to the paper and jotted out how he would begin. He found himself zoning out every few sentences, writing a few more, zoning out again, and writing a few more. 

 Before he knew it, the alarm Aizawa had set on his watch went off and the man sat up and began making his way around the room collecting papers. Sero anxiously glanced down at his, he had barely written over a third of the page. His plan was messy and unfinished, no doubt he would be failing this assignment. Cringing, he handed his paper over to his teacher who didn’t spare him a second glance before moving on. 

 Once he collected them all he made his way to the elevator, “Don’t expect all of the days to be spent like this. Today was a fluke. You are all hero students, slacking off isn’t an option.” 

 With that the doors to the elevator closed and the room immediately burst into sound of chatter. Sero stood up, planning on taking after his teacher and going to sleep again. 

 A hand grabbed his wrist, “Woah! Where do you think you’re going?” 

 Sero looked back at Mina, “My room?” 

 She frowned, “You sleep almost as much as Aizawa! Stay and watch a movie with us!” 

 He spared a glance around the room, most of the class looking at them. Apparently they must’ve agreed on this while he was asleep. Sero looked back down at her and rolled his eyes before sitting back down. She cheered next to him as some other students began bickering about which movie to play. 

 The ravenette just pulled his knees to his chest and laid down against the couches side again. He could just nap down here. For a while he shuffled against the couch, wanting to fall asleep but not being able to get comfortable. He let out a violent shiver at a random wave of coldness sweeping over him. 

“You good?” Mina whispered to him. 

 He spoke through chattering teeth, “It’s fucking cold as balls.” 

 She frowned at him and placed the back of her hand against his forehead, “Hm, you don’t seem to be running a fever.” 

“I’m not sick,” He rolled his eyes, “I’m just going to go back up to my room.” 

 Mina peered over him curiously as he stood up and grabbed his things. 

“Where you going bro?” Kirishima asked from the other end of the couch. 

“Upstairs. It’s too cold,” Sero elaborated against his will.

“Cold? It’s burning up in here,” The red head chuckled. 

 Sero simply shrugged and began walking to the elevators before another voice stopped him, “If you are cold I could use my quirk to warm you up?” Todoroki asked him, now capturing most of the room's attention. 

“I’m good. Thanks though,” He smiled and turned back around. 

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so goddamn cold if you actually ever ate anything,” Bakugou accusingly commented. 

 Sero glared at him, snapping, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” 

 Sparks flew from his palms, “Fuck did you say plain face?!” 

 He stepped closer, “I said, do you ever shut the fuck up. And the answer is no, no you never shut the fuck up.” 

 Bakugou stood up and moved to him, “I’ll kill you asshole!” 

“For someone who never wants people up in his business you always seem to be knee deep in others!” Sero growled. 

“I’m not knee deep in shit! All I said was that if you didn’t have the fucking eating habits of a toddler you wouldn’t be freezing to death!“ Bakugou shouted. 

 Sero pointed a finger at the blonde boys chest, “You don’t know shit about me!” 

“Enlighten me then!” Bakugou smirked manically. 

“I have a-“ Sero snapped his jaw shut. His throat began tingling and through a striated voice he muttered out, “Fuck off.” 

“No! Tell me tape face! What the fuck could possibly be so life ruining for you?!” Bakugou smirked. 

 Seros resolve snapped, he shook in anger, “I have a fucking eating disorder! There! You happy yet? Fuck you. Fuck you,” he wanted to quit, but he couldn’t, “I’m trying so hard to get better, to work over this shit but I’ve always had it! You think I want to eat like a goddamn baby? News flash! I don’t! I hate myself for it! But I can’t even look at a goddamn piece of broccoli without wanting to throw up! I’m cold, and angry, and losing weight because the only things I can fucking eat get stolen the second I buy them! God! Fuck!” 

 Not wanting to deal with the looks he knew he was getting from his class he turned on his heel and stormed to the stairs, slamming the door behind him. 

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 Sero threw his bag across the room and ran to his bed, throwing the covers over his head and cried. Stupid truth quirk. Stupid eating disorder. Stupid everything. His body shook from the sobs and cold still in his bones. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to sit down and eat a meal with out the fear of it killing him. 

 A knock rang out against the door. Sero tried to quiet himself. 

“Sero?” Uraraka spoke through the wall, “Can I come in?” 

 Why would she be here? The two of them weren’t exactly close, “No.” 

 She stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again, “You know, in middle school I had a pretty bad eating disorder too. I don’t think it was the same type but, I had to see a therapist and everything.” 

 He listened to her closely, maybe that’s why she came up here. Or maybe she’s lying, and just wants more information out of him to use against him. Either way he stood up and opened the door. Uraraka stood in front of him with her hands by her sides. 

“You can… come in I guess,” Sero sighed and turned back around to his bed. Uraraka closed the door behind them and made way to sit on his desk chair. 

 The silence was awkward between them til she spoke up again, “I just wanted you to know that I may not fully get it, but I get the whole feeling ashamed part,” she fiddled with her thumbs, “I had- have- a binge eating disorder. I guess growing up poor and always looking for my next meal gave me a sort of ‘eat everything I can get my hands on mindset? When my parents started being able to constantly have food in the house, my brain still thought like that. I got really overweight, my friends, bullies, and even my parents always commented on my weight and how I ate but I felt like I couldn’t not eat. So yeah, I just wanted you to know that I don’t think you’re childish,” She looked up at him, eyes wet, “I think you’re brave. For doing this all alone for so long.” 

 Sero didn’t know what to say as the first tear rolled down his already wet cheeks again. Uraraka stood up and cleared her throat, “Well, that’s all I had to say so I’ll leav-“ 

“Wait!” He called out to her, a bit panicked. Sero wanted to say more, he wanted to finally get this off his chest to someone other than his parents and medical professionals. 

 Uraraka sat back down and stayed quiet while he spoke, “I have ARFID, it’s not a super well known eating disorder. I’ve been diagnosed since I was 12, my parents have me set up with a psychologist and therapist but, sometimes it feels like I’m not progressing. I can’t eat most things without this irrational fear that I know makes no sense but I still get freaked out over? Anyways, yeah I can’t eat most things without being scared it’s going to kill me, or feel weird or wrong inside of me. Everytime I try to eat something sticky or crunchy or something that could cut my insides or stick to my throat I feel like puking and crying. It’s gotten slightly better, but the dorms made me I guess, relapse? In a way? That’s the best way I could describe it. When we first moved in I bought all my comfort foods and no one said anything, but everyone began stealing them and saying rude things. So I just kind of gave up on buying the foods I could eat. Bakugou wasn’t wrong, it is why I’m cold and losing all this weight, I mean my tape isn’t even as sticky as it used to be anymore. I want to be normal, eat normal, but it feels impossible.” 

 Sero couldn’t stop himself from talking, the truth quirk revealing everything he felt. It was kind of nice, he didn’t have to think about what he was saying, it just came out. Uraraka looked at him with a sad smile, “Well, I’m glad you told me.” 

“I’m glad you told me too,” He smiled back at her. 

 She got up from her chair, this time coming closer to the bed and bending down to pull him into a tight hug, “Now we don’t have to do this alone anymore.” 

 He squeezed her back, she was right, neither of them were alone in this anymore. 

 Sero tensed as he remembered the scene he caused downstairs, “Shit. Should I apologize?” 

“Apologize for what?” She let go and sat down next to him on the bed. 

“For yelling, I probably put everyone in a bad mood,” He ran a hand through his hair. 

“Hm. Well, no one really seemed mad or upset. They just sounded worried about you. I think most of them, including me, felt bad for not knowing,” She continued, “Maybe you should go back down and explain it to them? Help everyone understand better?” 

 He sighed, “But how?” 

“Just like how you explained it to me,” Uraraka smiled at him, “You don’t have to do it now, but maybe sometime soon?” 

“Yeah, yeah I’ll do that. Maybe later, before dinner,” It was only 11:15, so there was still plenty of time for him to hype himself up. 

“Sounds good, do you want to be alone? I could hang out here if you want?” Uraraka offered. 

“Please stay,” He blurted out, “Sorry! Truth quirk, but yeah. You can stay,” Sero blushed at the way he sounded needy. 

“Cool! What do you wanna do?” She asked him. 

“Hm,” Sero considered, “You ever seen Nyan Neko Sugar Girls? I’m pretty sure my PlayStation has youtube on it.”

“I haven’t! Is it good?” 

“Oh,” He grinned, “It’s amazing.” 

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“Sero what the fuck was that,” Uraraka looked at him with a mix of disgust and amusement. 

“Nyan Neko Sugar Girls, duh?” He cackled. 

“I don’t- never mind. How did you even find that?” She asked him. 

“Kami showed it to me in the beginning of the year, I love it so much,” Sero supplied. 

“Of course,” She rolled her eyes. 

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“It’s kind of funny, my therapist and psychologist are married. Started seeing Mrs. Doe first and then Mr.Doe. For a while I thought it was just a money scam and I wasn’t actually mentally ill,” Sero laughed from where he laid on the floor, Uraraka sitting up against his bed frame. 

“Wait! You go to the Doe’s as well?” She exclaimed. 

 Sero sat up, “Aswell? You see them too?” 

“Yeah man! This is so cool, we should like, go in for a session together one day,” Uraraka bounced where she sat. 

“You sure? I’m kind of a mess,” He laughed. 

 Uraraka leaned over and slapped his shoulder, “So am I, idiot.” 

“Fine, fine, that wouldn’t be too bad. I’ll ask him when we get our phones back,” Sero gave in, maybe wanting to do the joint session a little bit too. 

“Oh yeah,” She deflated, “I was supposed to see Mr. Doe next Wednesday. I guess that’s cancelled.” 

“Oh well, we have each other for the rest of this right? So it shouldn’t be too bad,” Sero shrugged. 

“True true,” She agreed, “Wait, what are you going to do like, food wise?”

 Sero sighed, “I don’t know. I guess I’ll tough it out, there’s somethings I can eat but I imagine my stash won’t lash me that long, but there’s some meals I can work with.” 

“Tough it out? You dumbass, just ask Aizawa to help! I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to go hungry.” 

“I’ve literally been living like this all my life, it’s not a big deal,” He shrugged. 

“Yeah, but you don’t have to,” She frowned. 

 Sero rolled his eyes, “Fine. I’ll ask Aizawa for help.” 

“Good,” Uraraka smiled. 

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 Uraraka glanced at the alarm clock, “It’s almost 5, you wanna go down yet?” 

“Ugh,” Sero groaned, “Might as well.” 

“If you aren’t ready we can wait a little bit longer,” She stopped him. 

“No no,” He reassured, “I’m good. I can do this.” 

 She stood up, “Alrighty then! Let's go!” 

 The pair made their way out of Seros room and down the elevators. Every floor that passed by sparking anxiety in his chest, but he knew that he should talk with his class. Eventually the elevator stopped and the doors opened up to the sight of his classmates lounging around and the smell of something spicy cooking, most likely Bakugou's work. 

 He stepped out of the elevator, tapping his hands against his thighs. No one had noticed them yet, “Hey guys!” Never mind. 

 Immediately all the heads snapped up to them after Kaminari greeted them. Seros' palms felt sweaty, “Uh, hey.” 

 The room was silent and filled with tension. No one really knew what to say and were biting their tongues to try and be respectful of him. He decided he should break the ice first. 

“I just wanted to say, I’m sorry,” Sero sighed, “I’m sorry for blowing up at all of you, especially you Bakugou. No one knew what was going on with me, and it wasn’t fair of me to yell. I wasn’t lying, obviously, I have an eating disorder. Most of you probably haven’t heard of it, but it’s called ARFID. So yeah, that’s it.” 

“I literally asked you if you’re anorexic this morning,” Bakugou glared at him. 

 Sero rolled his eyes, “And I told you I’m not. It’s different. Anorexia usually stems from people wanting to lose weight or be skinnier. I don’t, I just can’t stand eating. I hate food, I can stand some foods but most of them make me literally want to crawl up in a hole and die.” 

“But why do you hate food bro?” Kirishima asked him from where he sat on the counter watching Bakugou cook. 

“Guys, Sero didn’t agree you could ask questions,” Uraraka chimed in. 

 Sero looked at her and smiled, “Thanks, but it’s fine. You guys can ask if you want to,” He looked back at Kirishima, “It's complicated. For some reason it’s stuck in my head that food is bad? Not like, ugh. Sorry this is really hard to explain without being blunt,” He pinched his nose and sighed. 

“Then be blunt, personally I would like to know why you dislike eating,” Todoroki replied to him from the couch. 

“Alright,” He shrugged, “I also have anxiety. Pretty sure it ties into it kind of? Everytime I eat something my brain tells me it’s gonna like choke me or poison me or I don’t know, if it’s like hard and scratchy, that it will cut open my insides and kill me? I know it sounds crazy, but when I’m trying to eat something I can’t help it. I also think that me getting used to like never eating more than I can survive on just got my brain and body used to it so I don’t like eating a lot anyways. I know it’s not good for me, but yeah.” 

 It was quiet for a moment while everyone processed his words til a floating pair of shorts and shirt ran up and hugged him tightly, “I’m sorry! If I had known I wouldn’t have stolen your snacks! I didn’t mean to make things harder for you!” 

“Yeah man, no more stealing your food from me,” Kaminari shot a thumbs up at him. 

“Same here,” Ojiro agreed. 

 Similar sentiments rang around the room to him. Sero hadn’t expected this positive of a response, of course he was hoping for it but he tried not to get his hopes up. 

“So what shit can you eat?” Bakugou asked him. 

“Mostly mushy stuff, I can’t stand anything sticky, or crunchy, or stuff that falls apart easily. Also nothing too hard. It’s why I usually stick to those ‘One’ protein bars and other soft stuff.” 

“You fuck with mashed potatoes?” The explosive boy asked again. 

“Yeah,” He replied in a questioning tone. 

 Bakugou simply hummed and turned back around to continue cooking. Not wanting to end up in another argument with him, Sero left it alone and moved to sit on the couch. Kaminari scooted over closer to Kirishima so he could sit down on the end of the couch. Todoroki was sat on the couch to the right of them, playing with Midoryias hair who sat between his legs. The greenette was deep into an action video game with Ojiro, Mineta, and Mina. Jirou was lying between Momo’s legs on the other end of the same couch. 

 Across the room Tokoyami was writing in his notebook with Shoji peering over his shoulder. Iida was sat on the other side of the table at the opposite end with Tsu and Koda working on some paper. Uraraka had made herself comfortable with them, making it her job to annoy Iida as much as possible. 

 In the kitchen Kirishima still sat on the counter next to the stove where Bakugou was once working. Instead he was now angrily waving around a spatula at Hakagure who had probably asked one too many questions or gotten too close to him while he cooked. She didn’t seem to care though, as she didn’t move and instead kept pestering him. 

 Sero looked around in relief and with a feeling of comfort. He didn’t want everyone to suddenly start pitying him, or asking too many questions. He didn’t necessarily think his class would turn on him, but the thought had crossed his mind. Instead of dwelling on it he turned back around to watch the game on the television. 

“Can I play the next round?” 

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!Bonus part because we all love soft Bakugou!

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  Sero startled as a hot bowl was shoved into his lap. He looked up and saw Bakugo staring at him. The bowl in his lap was filled with what looked like plain mashed potatoes. He picked up the fork and brought a scoop to his mouth. 

“Thanks man,” Sero smiled at him. 

“Fuck off,” Bakugou crossed his arms trying to play off the smile on his face. 

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to keep it short and sweet I’ve been going thru some shit the last year and couldn’t find the motivation to update, I’ve been rereading my stories and not to brag but they are pretty good huh 😮💨 anyways, would anyone want me to continue this story? Or my other ones? Lmk! Thanks :)