It was a day off. Izuku always loved those days. Just being able to hang out in the common space of the dorm with his friends was one of the simple pleasures in life. Izuku sat on one of couches, with Uraraka and Iida to his left. Nearly all of class 1A was there.
Izuku noted that Kacchan wasn't there, but that wasn't very surprising. This wasn't the type of thing Kacchan found much enjoyment in. He was probably just in his room. Todoroki wasn't there either, but he visited his mother on days off, so his absence wasn't a surprise either.
Momo and Jiro were playing chess. From the looks of it, Jiro was winning. Izuku, however, knew that Momo had some slick chess moves hidden up the sleeves of her turtleneck sweater. Momo could probably beat you with a lone pawn remaining if she wanted to.
Mina, Sero, and Kaminari were busy seeing if Kaminari was capable of recharging Mina's phone. Tsu was quick to point out that he more likely just going to fry it.
The other students were scattered around the room. They were reading, playing on their phones, or, in Aoyama and Mineta's case, just kind of sitting there. Izuku could only guess what Aoyama was thinking about and was scared to guess was Mineta was thinking about.
"This is nice," Uraraka said with a contented smile on her face.
"What do you mean?" Iida replied.
"Just being able to sit here and be together," Uraraka answered. "This is how my family spends time together too. When you don't have money to spend, you learn to appreciate just spending time."
"That's an amazing way of looking at it, Ochaco!" Iida shot back is a voice that might have been a little too loud. His arm jerked quickly to emphasize his emotion.
"Yeah, it's also just nice to have a quiet-" Uraraka started.
A door slammed shut. It was several floors above them, but everyone still heard it sound and clear.
And that's how it started. Uraraka jinxed it.
"SOMEONE BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD EXPLANATION!" The voice roared down the hall toward the common space. The stomping of Kacchan's boots followed. He was moving fast. The other students barely had time to register what he said before he exploded into the room. How close it was to a literal explosion, Izuku didn't didn't want to guess.
"I'LL GIVE YOU ONE CHANCE TO CONFESS!" Kacchan shouted.
He was only met with blank stares and a silent room. Kacchan's head turned slowly, locking eyes with each of his fellow classmates, waiting for someone to talk. No one was that stupid. Izuku was unlucky enough to be last in line. Kacchan's eyes locked on Izuku's.
"Deku...," the name slipped out from between Kacchan's teeth. "This was you, wasn't it?"
"Uh, what?" Izuku stammered the words out. "What are you talking about?" Kacchan's fists curled even tighter. Smoke whisped from in between his fingers.
"Oh, don't play stupid!" Kacchan shouted as he reached down and grabbed Izuku by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him from the couch. Before Izuku could react, he was being pulled down the hall toward the stairs.
"Hey, wait!" Izuku blurted. His eyes turned toward his fellow classmates. "Help!" he pleaded.
"Oh, we're not touching this!" Jiro's voice shot back.
"See ya when you get back!" Mina's cheerful voice wasn't necessarily helpful in this moment. Izuku grabbed at Kacchan's fist and tried to pry it off his shirt. The grip was like iron.
"Come on, Kacchan, let go," Izuku said.
"Not until you explain yourself," Kacchan growled.
"What are you talking about?" Kacchan stopped in front of his room and dropped Izuku to the floor.
"This," he said as he threw the door open. Izuku slowly moved to he feet as his eyes widened.
Oh, my God...
