Warning: This story goes off the information given for season 3. While there are really no MAJOR spoilers, it is suggested that you watch season 3 first before reading this.
If there was one thing that the students of class 1-A could say about their time moving into their new dorms, there would be precisely one way to describe it: stressful as fuck.
Or at least, that was how Bakugo had described it to Kirishima. Izuku wasn't quite sure he would use that exact word choice, but he got the big picture. The whole moving experience had been loud. It was exhausting. It had given him a pounding headache. Of course, he had seen loud scenes before; but that was mostly with all the fighting he had done, which usually lasted about 10-20 minutes. This had taken the whole day.
A whole day of getting rooms mixed up.
A whole day of people screaming at the top of their lungs, trying to fight over the chaos.
A whole day of almost getting trampled over several times.
A few times, he had been tempted to call his mom, but just as he would reach for his phone, he would stop. It had taken the greatest superhero in the world to say he would give his life to protect Izuku to get her to let him live here, and even then it had just barely convinced her. He knew if he showed any signs of stress or discomfort, she would yank him out just as fast as he got there.
Besides, his room at Heights Alliance wasn't so different from the one at home. Apart from now being neighbors with Tokoyami, Aoyama, and Mineta, it wasn't all that different. His All Might posters, figurines, carpet, mug, and All Might everything looked almost exactly the same here as they had when they were still in his own room. In fact, if he closed the blinds so he couldn't see outside, he could almost believe he was still in his own room.
For a moment, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he remembered Uraraka's reaction to seeing his All Might themed room. It had never actually occurred to him before that really no one other than his mom and All Might himself had ever seen any of his All Might stuff. Compared to Uraraka's nice minimalist room, he guessed it did seem kind of...geeky.
Still, Izuku sat down on his bed, gazing around the room. If someone had told him two years ago that he would be living with the top students training to be heroes, he wouldn't have believed them at all—but knowing him, he probably would have still been praying deep down for it to be true.
Well, looks like you got your wish, Izuku thought. For a moment, he clenched his hand into a fist, gazing down at it. The scars from his battle with Todoroki in the sport"s festival were still visible, staring out at him as ragged bumps.
Izuku still felt as though he could never grasp the full power contained in his hands, even after two years. Even if these hands were the reason he was sitting here in a dorm—his dorm—on U.A. grounds right now.
Smiling, Izuku set down his hands, throwing open the curtains.
Today was the first day of his new life in Heights Allegiance.
"I'm telling you, Uraraka sweetie, your room is fine."
"Are you sure?" Ochako asked, placing her face in her hands. "Are you sure it doesn't look...plain?"
"I think it looks cute," Tsuyu croaked, placing a finger to her chin as she looked around.
"See? It's great," Mina insisted, running the brush through Ochako's hair again.
Still, Ochako wasn't entirely reassured. At first, she had thought her room looked okay—it looked the exact way it did back at home. A set of plain curtains were spread open to the sides of the window, revealing the balcony and sight of the school below, with a lamp on the curtain rod, hovering just above the bed. Her desk had been left empty, save for a small desk lamp and a few books. A pink-and-white checkered pillow with lace around the edges placed on the seat of the swivel chair.
On her dresser, she had a picture of her and her parents when she was eight years old, her mouth spread in a wide toothy grin. The photo was joined by a small cactus plant and a bottle of hand sanitizer, and on the floor, there was a floor chair and table, a small sushi dish sitting upon. A fan blew on the whole setup, and in front of the chair was a small shelf, a little TV mounted on it with the movie Momose, Kocchi wo Muite, or My Pretend Girlfriend, playing on the screen.
"Just hold his hand, you idiot!" Mina screamed at the TV, tugging harder at Ochako's hair as Momose dropped Noburo's hand as soon as they were away from the school and on the streets.
"Ow!" Ochako cried, grabbing the back of her head.
"Mina, you know they can't hear you, right?" Tsuyu commented, taking another piece of sushi from the dish.
"I know...but I mean, if they could, this movie would turn out so much better with me giving the advice, right?" She replied, running the brush through Ochako's hair once more. "Hey, sushi in the hole," she said to Ochako, opening her mouth wide.
A while ago, Mina had made up this thing where if she busy with her hands and there was food on the table, saying something like "sushi in the hole" meant to put in her mouth. Grabbing a small piece, Ochako popped it into her mouth, and Mina chewed noisily as Noburo and Momose continued their walk, Noburo awkwardly trying to make conversation.
Ignoring the movie, Ochako still bit her lip self-consciously. "I know but...do you think it could use something more? Like a painting or something? I mean Mina, your room definitely stood out," Ochako said, remembering Mina's neon room down the hall filled with animal prints and stripes everywhere.
Mina beamed. "Really? Sweet! I was hoping it did; it looks really cute, doesn't it? Now that I think about it, maybe your room could use some spice. I'm thinking leopard print on the curtains, and ooh, we can get a big polka-dot bedspread right here," she squealed, already going off a tangent.
"Ochako, you should definitely keep your room the way it is," Tsuyu remarked with her small ribbit of a giggle, and Ochako put her hands over her mouth to hide her laugh.
"Hey!" Mina cried. Grabbing a pillow off of Ochako's bed, Mina attempted to fling it at Tsuyu, but before it could hit her, Tsuyu grabbed it out of the air with her tongue and instead hit Mina with it.
Not able to hold it in anymore, Ochako exploded in laughter, falling over in her chair as Mina grabbed a pillow off of Ochako's bed, advancing on Tsuyu to slam her in the chest with a large pillow.
"Hey, don't think you're safe from this!" Mina cried, and before Ochako knew it, she felt the air whip out of her and Mina hit her hard in the back with a pillow. Damn, she forgot how strong that girl was.
"You picked the wrong person to start a pillow fight with!" Ochako laughed, climbing onto her bed and brushing her fingers on each of her pillows. Come on, Ochako, focus, she thought, bringing her fingers together. Using her willpower, she watched as four pillows hovered in the air, all of them shooting after Mina and Tsuyu.
"Hey! That's not fair! Tsuyu, is that fair?" Mina cried, fighting off two pillows at once.
"I told you to call me Tsu—" Tsuyu began, but before she could fully complete her sentence, she was pummeled to the floor by two more pillows.
Ochako laughed in delight. She hadn't realized how nice it was to just hang out with your friends for once. She had grown so used to being alone in the house all the time that she had forgotten what it was like to do things like this. Living in Heights Allegiance was like a never ending sleepover, and if every day was like this, then she had a feeling she could get used to it.
Tenya felt like he should call his mom.
Really, there didn't seem to be any reason to—when Mr. Aizawa and All Might had come and explained the dorm system, she hadn't shown any signs of being very upset. But still, she hadn't looked particularly elated either, and for whatever reason, that worried Tenya. With one son crippled and another one moving out before eighteen, it seemed like a lot to take in. You could never know what might be going on in someone's mind.
"Oh, don't worry about me Tenya; worry about school." She had insisted, shoving his backpack in his face that morning. "You don't have to be so worried all the time." Still, Tenya couldn't help but worry. Sometimes, he felt as if it were his job to worry—to think a lot about things that other people didn't recognize so that he could fix them.
After Tensei had lost the use of his legs, he had moved back in with their parents. He had been scheduled for physical therapy lessons to strengthen his arms after his injury and get used to using a wheelchair and had been asked to have someone living with him at all times. In Tenya's mind, it all just seemed like a lot. Your 30-year-old son, who used to run his own hero agency and be a legend, now couldn't live his life without help. On top of that, Tenya had just moved out, to a school that kept harming the students.
Sighing, Tenya sat up on his bed, gazing around his immaculate room. On the opposite end of the dorm, they had been given three shelves, which Tenya had filled with rows and rows of glasses in case he broke any during training or battles. His dresser had several books neatly lined up on it, organized by size to provide a more aesthetically pleasing look. His desk was bare except for a single lamp and swivel chair, and behind him, there was a whole wall of shelves, all filled with books. His bedsheet was neatly tucked and organized in the way that would guarantee maximum sleep satisfaction, and on his headboard, he had lined up even more books.
Tenya made sure everything in his life was built by design. Nothing was out of the ordinary or out of place, and that was just how Tenya liked it. He just wished he could organize his life as well as he could organize his room.
For a moment, Tenya looked over at his dark blue cell phone, sitting plugged into the wall on his desk. Sighing, he reached over and opened up contacts.
One ring. Two rings.
"Hello, mother. Yes, I am fine. I just wanted to check in..."
Hey everyone! The new dorms have got me HYPED, and I really just wanted to make a fanfiction on it. These won't really be a bunch of mindless random stories, but I'll try to make them thought out and careful. I plan to be switching perspectives between all the characters, so I just wanted to make that known. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the story!