Mizu: I'm back with another My Hero Academia story. This one takes place in the same universe as Panic and is basically all of Class 1-A loving and wanting to protect Izuku.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia. All rights belong to Kohei Horikoshi.
I do suffer from anxiety and depression and project a lot of my own issues onto Izuku though.
Chapter 1: Satou
There wasn't much talking on the trek from the main campus building to the class 1-A dorms. The entire class had fallen into a familiar formation. But the normal happy chatter and the playful banter was replaced with uneasy silence that was only broken with faint sniffles and quiet whispers of comfort. Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sera walked in front of everyone, shoulders hunched and confidence broken. The leader of their group, the aptly named "Bakusquad", trailed behind everyone, kicking rocks as they went. In front of the explosive teen were Tokoyami, Oji, Sato, and Shoji. They normally walked at the back of the pack any way but today they took it to be more of a barrier between Bakugou and those in the center. The rest of the class walked solemnly between these two groups.
At the very center was the "Dekusquad", tending to the sniffling "Deku" himself. He was smiling, which was a stellar improvement to just fifteen minutes prior, but it was wobblily. Asui had pulled out a package of tissues for him while Uraraka was listed off all the comedies on Netflix that she couldn't wait to show him when they got to the dorm. Iida was marching just in front of them, interjecting only when Uraraka would bring up a controversial comedian or "inappropriate" film. Off to the side, Todoroki walked quietly, glancing over his shoulder every now to glare at Bakugou. He was ever so slightly closer to his group than normal, the ever silent but obviously protective member.
Once they reached the dorms, everyone kind of just gathered in the commons without thinking. A quick few glances and soon they broke off into three groups. One went towards the rooms to gather soft blankets and pillows. This group contained the obvious Momo, Mina, Aoyama, and Toru, and the not so obvious Kaminari and the surprising Todoroki. The second group took to rearranging the commons to accommodate everyone around the large tv and entertainment systems. Iida took charge of this group, which was what everyone expected. Asui was charged with keeping Izuku seated at one of the dining tables while everything was moved. Uraraka would float what she could while Shoji, Ojiro, Tokoyami, and Kirishima pushed and pulled the furniture. Iida barely stopped Kirishima from being cheeky and "yeeting" a floating armchair into the far corner.
The final group was made up of Satou, Sero, Jiro, and Mineta who went into the kitchen in search of the junk food necessary for a Netflix binge. While the latter three took to searching the pantry and fridge, Satou had opened up his dedicated baking cupboard and was browsing all his options. He wanted to bake some sort of comfort food for the freckle faced teen but he didn't know what was the best one to make.
Brownies were always a safe option. Well, safe might not be the best word. The argument of whether or not the edges or center pieces were the best had lasted three days, four chatrooms, and somehow destroyed two couches. Surprisingly, Bakugou was not the cause of the two couches' demise. That was the day that everyone learned not to mess with Mina and her sweets during her period.
Cookies? That was almost as bad. The entire class liked his cookies but they all had different favorites. Not a single person in their twenty-man class shared the same favorite. Sero liked peanut butter while Iida prefered plain sugar cookies. Momo liked oatmeal raisin, Uraraka LOVED macadamia nut, and Todoroki would not eat any cookie that did not have some sort of frosting on it. Funnily enough, Izuku was the only one that had never told him what his favorite was. Satou was sure that it was chocolate chip or snickerdoodle. He was plain but sweet like that.
Cupcakes would be a good option but he used the last of his liners the previous weekend when the girls had asked for red velvet and marble cupcakes for a girls night. He was going to request for them during the next grocery run but that wasn't until the weekend. It was unfortunate because he did know Izuku's favorite kind of cupcake. Chocolate with vanilla frosting and sprinkles. Again, plain but sweet.
Satou began to resign himself to just making sugar cookies when he noticed the cinnamon container. He smiled to himself as he pulled that and several other ingredients from his cabinet.
"I don't think I've made cinnamon rolls for everyone yet," Satou stated, getting ready to start prepping the counters.
"O-Oh..." a timid voice sounded from the entryway to the kitchen.
Everyone looked over to see the fidgeting form of Izuku trying to keep his brave face on in front of his classmates. He shuffled his feet and fidgeted with his fingers. His eyes and nose were red from crying. The familiar emerald green eyes that faced down so many dangers remained firmly locked with the ground.
"S-Sorry Satou..." Izuku mumbled, "I-I should have told you before but I'm allergic to cinnamon so I won't be able to have the cinnamon rolls..
Izuku, bless that boy, lifted his head and gave his infamous "dashing headlong into danger" wobbily grin to the his classmates, "But I'm sure everyone else will love them!"
Satou said nothing before grabbing his cinnamon and heading toward where group two was still reorganizing the furniture. Iida was still lecturing Kirishima while he shouldn't "yeet" armchairs and the like. Satou paid him no mind as he walked passed and opened the window behind him. Knowing full well that everyone was staring, the normally quiet member of 1-A wound up like he was going to pitch in that year's national baseball finals.
"YEET!" Satou yelled as he chucked the container of cinnamon across the grounds of U.A. In the distance, he could have sworn he heard someone yell out in surprise.
Ignoring both the stunned looks and Iida's lecture now being turned on him, Satou walked back up to Izuku with a proud grin and a thumbs up, "How about chocolate chip cookies then?"
Turns out, Satou had been dead on about what Izuku's favorite cookies were.
Mizu: A nice short, sweet chapter. Anyways, this one isn't going to be updated weekly like Panic was. It'll be pretty sporadic because I only work on this one when my own anxiety gets to be too much and I need to focus it into something positive. With that being said, ciao for now everyone!