"Um, Sakata-san..."

"Mm?"

"This is your eighth round of meals, any more and your stomach will explode."

The other three at the table watched incredulously at the silver haired student as he stuffed his face with rice, meats, plants, desserts, and everything inbetween. Gintoki's enormous appetite had even attracted the attention of about five other tables.

"Wow, Sakata-kun! Has Shoyo-sensei even been feeding you these past couple days? You're practically a vacuum!" Uraraka remarked with wide eyes. Gintoki only stared at her for a moment before continuing.

"Not much-sh." He proceeded to shovel more pieces of chicken into his mouth.

"Sakata-san, are you- Ah, I'll wait for you to finish..." Midoriya began to say as Gintoki made to stand up. The perm stared at him with an eyebrow raised impassively, before walking back to an exasperated chef.

"At least he has a big appetite for a growing boy," Iida commented.

"I- yeah."

Not long after, Gintoki returned with just a simple pudding cup and spoon in hand, as opposed to the large meal trays he had before.

"What were you 'bout to say?" He asked the green haired boy before him.

"Oh, right. Is, um, your dad, Shoyo-sensei, a... good dad?" Midoriya asked, clearly changing the question from earlier.

"Hm? I guess. Why do you ask?" Gintoki hardly spared the other perm a glance as he savoured his first spoonful of the pudding cup like he hadn't just eaten eight meals in less than fifteen minutes just earlier.

"Isn't he a bit harsh though?" Uraraka chimed in, slurping at the straw of a juice box, "Outside before, you had to visit Recovery Girl on your first day here! That's mean, isn't it?"

"Eh," Gintoki stalled his response by gulping down the rest of the pudding in record speed and licking his spoon, "You'll get used to it. He does it with the rest of the students back home when they're actin' out too, anyways."

"... I see. Sakata-san, is Shoyo-sensei married to anyone?" Iida calmly asked.

"Are we playing 20 Questions or something? But no, he isn't," Gintoki continued chewing on the plastic spoon to keep himself busy while the other three shot off their questions one by one.

'Like a trio of kindergartners,' he thought to himself.

"Heh, sorry for all the questions, Sakata-kun," Uraraka smiled apologetically, "Hey hey, how about just two more questions then?"

"Uraraka-san..." Midoriya started to mutter, but Gintoki waved it off.

"Okay, fire away."

"Shoyo-sensei mentioned you having a quirk, but do you? And what's it called?" The brunette asked, her expression highly curious.

There was a loud snap as the silver haired student bit and broke the spoon in his mouth in the moment of embarrassment (not that they'd know why), before he started choking.

Iida reacted almost immediately and began supporting the other's chest and smacked inbetween his shoulder blades.

As even more panic began to ensue between the other two, the redheaded student, Kirishima, ran over.

"What's wrong!?" He glanced at the choking Gintoki and quickly made his way behind the other as Iida stepped aside.

"Don't worry, I got it!" Kirishima pulled sharply at the perm's abdomen a few times before Gintoki managed to spit out a large piece of the plastic spoon.

"Bro, you okay?" Kirishima asked worriedly once Gintoki's hacking tamed to an occasional cough.

"I'm... fine," he hissed, slightly annoyed by the crowd that had gathered, "Don't-"

He was interrupted by a certain teacher walking in on the scene.

"Gintoki," Shoyo began softly as he maneuvered through the crowd of students, "Principal Nezu-san just told me to come get you so you can see your dormitory."

"We have dorms?" Gintoki quickly asked, his coughs subsiding, and he grabbed his wooden sword.

"Of course. Now come along," Shoyo still wore a smile as he spoke, "You kids should also be heading to your next classes now, the bell is acting up at the moment."

"Yes- of course, sir!" Iida dutily responded, before attempting to guide the crowd away from the two.

"Oi," a student barked defiantly at the long haired teacher. Gintoki glared at him, recognizing the hair being that one blond spiky kid from practice earlier.

'Maybe if we both ignore him, he'll get bored and buzz off already.'

"Shoyo, where's my dorm gonna be?" Gintoki asked.

"Your dormitory will be on the fifth floor beside Sato-kun's, Gintoki," Shoyo smiled, "So what do you need, Ba-"

"Will anyone from the academy back home be attending here too? Bakasugi has a pretty interesting quirk, right?" Gintoki interrupted before Shoyo could complete his question.

"Interrupting your teacher is rude, Gintoki. But I might be able to get Kotaro-kun(*) in if you're getting lonely here. I'm sure he would make for a great hero someday. Now, what is it, Bakugo-san?" Shoyo turned his attention back to the somewhat dumbfounded teenager to his side.

"... Fuck this."

With that, the boy left.

'Woah, that worked?'

Gintoki's surprised victory was quickly cut short by a whack on the head from the adult in front of him, creating a large bump.

"That's not very good behavior, Gintoki-kun," Shoyo said with a glaring smile. Gintoki gulped.

"Oops."

"You'll have to apologize to that boy later, then again for the ruckus you had caused before," the man started walking towards the 1-A dormitory building with Gintoki following after.

"Fine, sure."

Somewhere else, two orphaned children wandered the city, searching for a suitable place with suitable company to fit their desires for a good home, but instead, they found themselves running from a huge white thing and ended up at the front gate of a certain really big school building, likely attracted to the smell of a main protagonist and a crappy plotline. Oh boy.

"This one is your room, Gintoki."

Gintoki stared blankly at the dull living space that was presented to him. Sure, it was different than back home, but the difference only gave off an uncomfortable vibe to the perm.

"Hey, Shoyo," Gintoki turned to said person as he heard a hum, "Will you get me everything from my room at the academy for this place?"

"I suppose I could, but why do you need everything?" Shoyo asked.

"This place is dull," was the only answer Gintoki gave.

"... I see. Well, it'll probably take about two days or so for me to go back home, get everything, and come back, so you'll have to hang tight until then," said Shoyo.

"Do I have to go back to class?" Gintoki asked.

"You may, but the next classes might be a bit of a challenge for you since we're already so far into the school year and I haven't taught you proper English yet, so it would be acceptable if you were to stay and get used to your dorm if you want," Shoyo smiled, "But I still have to teach other students for now, so if you're staying, don't leave without a teacher's permission."

"What am I, five years old?"

"You certainly know how to act like it."

"I can take care of myself, you know."

"I never said you couldn't, Gintoki. But this place is new territory and I'd rather not have to fill out any paperwork if you get into any fights here," Shoyo turned and made to leave, "I'll be back in a few hours to get settled in too."

Gintoki looked surprised at that.

"You're staying in this dorm too? Why? There's not enough space, is there?" The silver haired teen asked confusedly.

"Yes, because you would act out otherwise, and not right now, but the principal allowed me to do what I need to make room. It'll probably only be temporary until Kotaro-kun(*) gets here, which will probably be sooner since I now have the oppurtunity to bring him back with me. After that, he'll be staying with you instead. Now, I have to get going, Gintoki."

'Maybe I should've just gone to class anyways. This is boring,' Gintoki thought to himself, 'I wonder if I can activate my quirk correctly now that I'm by myself in a place full of these possibly contagiously quirky bastards.'

Our main heroic protagonist then started straining with a face that looked as though he was trying to take the world's biggest dump but had forgotten to include any fiber in his diet to support him. How charming.

"Gah!" Said protagonist gasped loudly, "Ah, it's not working, damn it."

He then went out to the balcony and chucked a rock to the ground in frustration.

"KAGURA-CHAN!"

Gintoki blinked once, then twice. His small perm-covered brain was clearly having trouble processing the situation, the poor thing.

He nervously stared down and saw a little black haired boy fussing over an even tinier redheaded toddler girl, who happened to look somewhere inbetween wanting to cry and wanting to murder someone.

"Um- uh, excuse me, tiny brats!" Gintoki called at them with his hands cupped around his mouth for higher volume, "This is private property, isn't it? So you guys need to scram! Or something."

"What?" The boy confusedly half-glared up at him, "Why did you throw a rock at us though!?"

"Why were you under here though!?" the other retaliated, "Look, brat, I don't care much for unnecessary violence towards little kids, but if you don't leave, I'll have to-"

Gintoki's eyes widened when he saw the boy collapse with a white tentacle in his shoulder, the little girl shouted in concern for him before being stopped by a loud noise behind her.

She immediately turned around and saw the teen that was standing on a balcony now locking a drawn wooden sword with a tentacle from the creature that had been chasing her and the boy. His face looked annoyed.

"What!?" The creature gargled in surprise, "Are you the brother of those kids, human!? Sorry, but your siblings dug their own grave for messing with me!"

Gintoki managed to disarm (or distentacle, in this case) the creature and pointed the sword at its face.

"I have no idea what you're blabbering about, but I'll be sure to give those brats a lecture on annoying monsters like you. Now scram. Before I decide to cut you up into more pieces, villain," Gintoki growled out, lowering his sword only halfway, in the case that the tentacle thing still chose to fight.

"Wha- Fine then! But a spanking would be way more justified for them!" The creature then somehow managed to roll away in retreat.

'How do these ideas keep working!?'

Gintoki turned to the two children, who were now facing him with awed expressions (surprisingly), though the boy still looked pained from the wound on his shoulder.

"Shinpachi..." the girl whined, getting up and tugging at his uniform to get him to help her older companion.

"Yeah, I guess I've got no choice now. But you goblins better not make a mess in my dorm because Shoyo and the other students will be back any minute now, okay?" Gintoki turned to her.

"Who's- Who's Shoyo?" The boy stuttered out, not seeming to mind being carried by the teen.

"My dad. Now, punk girl," Gintoki started.

"I'm not a punk girl!"

"Whatever, come here," He grabbed her around her belly and sprung up the roofs to the dorm room the kids had initially spotted him in like a rabbit on steroids.

He seriously hoped that jumping wasn't his quirk. What did that have to do with balls, anyway? Like the balls of his feet or something?

Whatever it was, Gintoki didn't dwell on it. Besides, the kid's bleeding out here, and he's gotta help because he's totally a saint, right?

He puts the girl down on a chair and carefully lays the boy down on the bed. Oh man, that's totally going to leave a stain on the sheets. Hopefully Shoyo won't get too pissed off at him.

'No supplies in the room. Agh, I really hope this decision doesn't come back to bite me in the ass later.'

"Okay, you both stay here and watch each other while I go to the clinic to recieve some medical supplies, alright? No going out, got it?" Gintoki spoke quickly, rushing to find something to make himself less noticeable if he happens to pass Shoyo on the way.

He recieved no answer, but left anyways with only a hoodie to half-conceal his hair, not that everyone else had "normal coloured" hair here.

Thank goodness he had thought to place alarms near his door.

Rikido Sato wandered back to his dorm and sighed. Today had honestly been a bit exhausting, especially with all of the commotion the new kid and his dad caused, not that he really held a grudge against them for it, but he would really enjoy it if he could just stay in his dorm and make some sweets for himself and just overall relax.

Huh, but maybe it would be polite to visit his new neighbour (Sakata-san, right?) and gift him with a cake or something as a welcoming present.

Finding a small bit of motivation in the thought of making the new student smile for the first time since he arrived, Sato found himself following a recipe he had found for a strawberry shortcake, and proceeded to hum to himself as he went.

"Here again, dear? You shouldn't get yourself hurt so much! It's as though you have the same luck as that Midoriya! Why, Ashido-chan(*) had rushed in just a while ago telling me you had choked on something. Is it about that?" Was what Recovery Girl had greeted him with.

"Ah, no, Shuzenji-san. This is kinda urgent, but I need a couple of medical supplies to treat a bad wound, you see," Gintoki stated, somewhat fidgety as he continuously shifted his weight on either foot, causing the elder to frown at him concerned.

"Oh dear, did something happen? You don't seem to be injured," she asked while looking through cabinets.

"Not me. Someone else in the dorms got injured so I came here for a first aid kit," Gintoki replied.

"I see. Here, but don't get into so much trouble like this for the rest of the year, okay?" Shuzenji handed him a box with supplies, and Gintoki took it with a gracious nod.

"Thanks, but I can't make any promises!" And with that, he dashed out and back to his dorm, leaving the nurse to sigh at his words.

Sato had finished making the cake and was making his way out to the dorm next to him when the person he was looking for nearly ran right into him in a hurry with a white case in his hand.

"Sorry, just a moment, big guy!" Gintoki yelped out after realizing a cake was in the other's hands. Man, Shoyo usually didn't allow much sweets since they were bad for the teeth, which sucked.

The door slammed shut as Sato stood there with a dumbfounded expression. Sakata had rushed into his dorm kind of weirdly, like he was playing hopscotch or something.

But then the words processed and he went back into his dormitory and set the cake on the desk. Maybe he'll give it later when Gintoki wasn't running around.

Said perm had quickly set the supply box on the ground before carefully taking off the sleeve of the boy's kimono and began working on disinfecting his wound.

"Okay, bud, this is going to sting a bit, but you'll need to bear with me, 'kay?" The boy nodded looking like he wanted to cry, unsurprisingly. Damn, how exactly did his day end up like this again?

Gintoki then sprayed the disinfectant on the bare shoulder wound and was slightly impressed by the kid's ability to muffle his cry into a small whimper. The brat couldn't be older than five years. His younger female companion watched silently with a worried expression on her face.

After that, the silver haired student started wrapping the shoulder delicately with gauze bandages and straightened out the boy's kimono once more.

"Good job. You handled that well, brat," Gintoki sighed when he had finished, the children were smiling at him with grateful grins on their faces, "You should still probably visit the hospital or something just to make sure though. Oh, and you should go back to your parents now that the villain's gone. Poor Gin-san doesn't want to get arrested for kidnapping, got it?"

The boy's grin dropped a bit before the girl cut in with a huff.

"Mommy and Papi fell into a deep, bad sleep," she said, seemingly too young and naïve to fully understand what she had implied.

Gintoki stared at the two for a moment before sighing again.

"Well, I can't take care of you two, you know? I'm a student here and I have to share this tiny dorm with Shoyo, so we'd all end up in trouble if you two were discovered," he muttered to them, and was about to continue until he noticed their expressions again.

The girl was glaring at him with shiny eyes, and the boy was already tearing up by now.

"Okay, fine, damn it! I'll find a way to avoid anyone finding you guys," at their brightening looks, he also added, "But you brats better listen to me whenever I tell you to do something."

"Ye- yes, sir!" The boy beamed, and the girl saluted with a mirrored face.

"Anyways, now that that's all out of the way, I still need to know what to call you two if you want to stay here," Gintoki spoke with his chin on his fist as he now sat on the floor with his legs crossed with the kids on a chair and his bed in front of him.

"Call me Princess of Mass Destruction!" The girl cackled, which earned her a light smack on the head from the teen.

"I mean your names, idiot."

"That's Kagura-chan," the boy chuckled, "I'm Shinpachi."

"Shinpachi and Kagura, eh? Well, I am Sakata Gintoki, but you could probably shorten it to just Gin-san," Gintoki introduced.

The kids were about to say something when Gintoki yanked them both and the medical kit up and shoved them under the desk and sat on the chair just as a certain long haired man walked in.

"Ah, Shoyo! So what did you mean when you said you were allowed to make room for yourself here? Because I'm pretty sure your quirk isn't just room expansion, right?" Gintoki spoke hurriedly, a bead of sweat forming on the side of his face as he tried his best to hide the two under his desk from the pro hero.

There was an agonizing silence for a moment before Shoyo spoke.

"Gintoki, why is there blood on the bed sheets?" The man asked slowly.

"Blood? That was from me accidentally picking my nose too hard and having a nosebleed, it's nothing. So where will you be sleeping?"

"I won't be. Remember, you wanted your stuff from back home? While I'm at it, I'll also be getting Kotaro-kun(*) into the school so you won't be so lonely, which I'm sure will be easier with him than it was for you," Shoyo had almost seemed to be about ready to leave, but then, "So what are you hiding under the desk, Gintoki-kun?"

Gintoki was sweating bullets now as his mind raced. Should he tell him? Will he take them away? Then again, Shoyo has a soft spot for orphaned kids, so maybe he'd let him keep them? Not that he wanted to keep them, of course, but it would help having two more sets of eyes and have two less starving orphans in the world, right? But what if he doesn't? Oh boy-

"It isn't any inappropriate material, is it?" Shoyo asked with a menacing smile. Despite that, Gintoki nearly sighed with relief.

"Of course not! I kept those at home!" He said.

Shoyo studied him for a moment, as if debating whether he was telling the truth, or just whether he should punish him for that comment, but decided not to since there were students on the floor below and went to leave instead.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to go find them and dispose of them~!"

Okay. Sakata is probably finished with his urgent business, so he wouldn't mind if Sato visited now, would he?

Picking up the cake, Sato walked out to the dorm next to him with his eyes glued to the floor in nervousness.

As such, he saw weird brown marks on the floor and carefully avoided them in case they were nothing sanitary. Seems like Gintoki forgot his alarms were visible.

However, right before he went to knock, the door opened to reveal a surprised Gintoki and... two kids in the room?

"Ah ha, neighbour!" Gintoki exclaimed, trying his best to cover the doorway despite the fact that the damage has already been done, "Fancy seeing you here! I was just going out to see if- if Shoyo was back with another student!"

Sato was still stunned with thoughts of why there were kids in the new student's room, but slowly nodded at his words.

"I, um, I brought some cake a welcoming gift for you, Sakata-kun. I was thinking we could maybe eat it together while we chat and get to know each other..." His voice grew dimmer midway as Gintoki was already inviting him into the doorway.

"You're like a saint, uh, what's your name?" Gintoki spoke guiding the other inside welcomingly.

"Sato... Rikido," Sato muttered, landing his gaze on the two little kids staring at him from on the perm's bed.

"Right right, Sato-san. By the way," Gintoki glanced at him with an unreadable expression, "You won't tell anyone about the things on my bed, right?"

Things? Does he mean the children? Who are they though?

"I- Well, if you can sit with me and introduce me to them and why they're here, I guess I can keep that secret," Sato responded, not at all expecting his first actual encounter with the other to be quite like how it's going.

"Gin-san... who is that?" The boy sitting on the bed asked almost warily, but his expression then eased into mere curiosity when he saw the tasty looking cake, "Is that for us?"

The girl, on the other hand, wasn't hiding her intentions to pounce and devour the cake at all. In fact, she almost managed to leap over to them when Gintoki snatched her by the back of her collar and dropped her back on the bed.

"Nuh-uh, Kagura, this one is for everyone here." Extra emphasis on "everyone."

The girl, Kagura, scowled at that, but didn't jump at it again until she recieved her piece and practically swallowed it whole.

"Damn glutton," Gintoki had muttered before handing one to the grateful boy and to the baker of the cake, "There's yours, and here's... mine!"

Sato watched as the new student (the one who didn't talk to any student of his own free will, mind you) then got into a small argument with two little kids about how he had a bigger stomach so he should get the bigger piece. For someone who has no idea what was going on, the scene was almost funny.

"Okay, just eat the cake, will you! Or sit tight, if you're Kagura. Damn vacuum," Gintoki said while still trying to savour the taste of the strawberry shortcake slice he had, "So now to the inshroductions."

Sato took that as a cue for him to start, as such was only fair, right?

"Uh, yeah, I'm Sato Rikido, the student next door to you. My quirk is called Sugar Rush and it allows me to get strong for a couple of minutes after eating anything sugary, though it makes me tired afterwards."

The other three looked at him with fascination (albeit slightly muffled on Gintoki's part).

"You can get strong just from eating sugar? That's really cool!" The boy remarked, "I wish I had gotten something like that."

"You've mastered your quirk this early?" Sato asked. The boy looked barely older than five, anyways.

"Yup! Well, sort of. Oh, I should introduce myself now, right?" Gintoki nodded, "Okay. My name is Shinpachi, I'm six years old, and the quirk I have is called Spectacle Samurai, which let's me draw a sword from inside my hand. It works better when I wear my special glasses that my and Kagura-chan's dad gave me though, since it makes my vision fuzzy because it can hurt while I'm still this young..."

From the looks of it, Gintoki hadn't known about the kid's quirk, since he seemed shocked when the boy spoke of it, making Sato even more curious.

"Um, is it alright if you could show me your quirk? Do you have the glasses?" Sato asked, but instead of Shinpachi, Gintoki answered him.

"No, Shinpachi here got into an accident and now his left shoulder's wounded. If he were to pull a sword out from it, it might damage it even more," the silver haired teen said, savouring the crumbs of the cake from earlier.

"Sorry, Sato-san," said Shinpachi with a small smile.

"Okay, my turn!" Kagura exclaimed, having boredly watched the whole thing.

"Fine."

"I'm Kagura, I'm four, and I have a quirk that gets me strong after I eat a lot. Watch!"

Kagura then punched the floor before anyone could object. The impact of the hit blasting a large hole through the floor beneath them... and the floor below that.

"KAGURA!" Gintoki shouted, "WE DIDN'T NEED A DEMONSTRATION!"

He stuck his head through the hole to see if the blow had caused any, er, catastrophic damage to the animate objects below, only to see the stunned faces of the two residents beneath him.

'What's up with their bodies?'

"Heh heh... Ah, sorry 'bout that. Just- trying some new quirk stuff, yep," Gintoki lied sheepishly. The two under him just continued to stare up at him with shocked expressions, Sato too, for that matter.

Gintoki looked as though he was about to say more when he felt a buzz and immediately hid the two protesting children into his closet just as the door to his dorm slammed open.

"What the hell are you doing now, Sakata!?" Aizawa growled. He had obviously been preparing for a fight, as his hair was up and his eyes were red, but seeing only a permed idiot calmed that down just a teeny tiny little bit.

"Oh, Aizawa-sensei! Fancy seeing you here. See, Sato-kun here was trying to demonstrate how activating a quirk is supposed to feel to help me discover my own. But well, he accidentally ended up hitting the floor in his efforts and we're sorry about the effects the practice caused," Gintoki seemed kind of good with lying through his teeth, huh?

Aizawa examined the student suspiciously, before turning his attention to the other suspect in the room (at least, of which he could see).

"Is this true, Sato?" He asked, his scarf and hair slowly falling back to his shoulders.

Sato glanced at Gintoki, who had a desperately pleading expression pointed at him, trying to tell him not to reveal the other's secret to a teacher. So much pressuring.

"Yeah- yes, sir! We're very sorry about the damage done," he said, despite the fact that lying wasn't exactly something he had a talent for.

"... Very well. But because of this, you two will be cleaning the dorm building for the next two months," Aizawa grumbled out, before making to close the door.

"I- yes, sir."

The keyboad option is starting to lag again, so that's all for this part. By the way, I don't think I mentioned this before, but anything marked with an asterisk (*) basically means I don't know how they're referred to by the character that's speaking. Also, sorry about how all over the place my writing is, I'm still sort of a beginner and this is only my second published story so far. Speaking of which, I really need a beta reader, like to check if I'm writing the BnHA characters right. But yeah, try and leave a review on your way out.