It was time to move to the dorms.
As she usually does, Yuki stopped by to Midoriya's house. By the time she arrived, Midoriya and Inko were talking, Inko telling her son this and that and Midoriya obediently nodding to every word. The woman then turned to Yuki, holds her hand with eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Please take care of Izuku," she said pleadingly. "Even if you deem him strong enough to take care of himself, please keep an eye out for him."
"You can leave him to me, aunty." Yuki replies, gripping her hands reassuringly. Inko nods with hopeful eyes, mouth pressed to a tight line. Then she turned to her son, sharing telepathic thoughts only they can understand, that made Midoriya teared up and nods silently. One last time, Inko turned to Yuki, whispering, "I know I can."
And so they parted.
The whole road, Midoriya looks undoubtedly confident. Of what, Yuki isn't sure. Now that he - they - are out of their parents' supervision (though that's not exactly the case with Yuki), they may have a little bit more of freedom. But even if that is true, they can't allow themself to be swallowed by that feeling and forget that they still have many responsibilities. To everyone who puts high expectations on them.
Yuki isn't exactly thrilled to take care of Midoriya. It's as Inko says, she already deems him strong enough to take care of himself. Strength wise. They boy kept getting hurt, badly, so many times that Yuki itches to keep him from battle. She supposes that it's that feeling that made Inko entrust Midoriya's safety to her. Sweet.
She doesn't have that much choice, anyway.
"So we're finally moving out," Yuki says, breaking their silence. Midoriya glanced at her, smiled, and looks down at the ground. The confident look on his face melted away just like that, and Yuki wonders how Midoriya is able to change his expression like he'a flipping his hand upside down. Emotions still puzzles her even to this day.
"I'm just... really worried." Midoriya confesses. "I don't know if this is the right thing to do. Mom is already worried sick before this, and now? I can't imagine what she feels. But she still lets me go anyway. I'm not... I don't know if I can keep my promise. I hope I can, though."
Yuki listens, simply listens to ever word Midoriya says, carefully. It must've been hard for him and Inko, a constant circle of worry and reassuring, but they are open to each other, expressive of their hope and want. She never really do that with Aizawa, for example not wanting to be a hero but decided against telling him. Maybe things would have been different if she just open up.
Maybe.
"Chin up, Izuku," Yuki slips her hand below Midoriya's chin, gently lifting his head up. The other turns to her with a puzzled, curious look. Then Yuki pats Midoriya's back, a bit too hard for his comfort but oddly assuring. "We don't know what the future holds for us, but we'll get through it together. I promise."
Midoriya grins at that, quickly finding assurance in Yuki's words. His childhood friend always seemed to be able to support him in more ways than one, always knowing what she should say to him when he's feeling down, always there to ignite his spirit back. The boy held up his pinky finger. In that instant Yuki linked her pinky with his.
It's a silly thing to do, especially now that they are a few steps closer to being a hero, but they do it nonetheless. A habit of their childhood days. One that gave them power to do anything as long as they are together. Midoriya is especially grateful that she didn't make any comment on it.
"Okay," Yuki says, letting their intertwined pinky go, "let's go see our dorm now."
()()()()()
Their dorm, distanced by a mere five minute walk from the main building, is huge. It's Yuki's - and her classmates' - new home. She didn't bother to check around to see if one of them isn't there. Because being their homeroom teacher's daughter has its perk. Everyone is there.
"Hey," a familiar deep voice greeted her, loud enough to catch Yuki's attention from all the fussing. She turned slightly to her left, and sure enough Todoroki is there. She nods as a reply to his greeting, "hey," and added a short answer to it.
"I'm glad you're here." Todoroki says, attempting to make a conversation with the girl. And Yuki decides to play along, even though it would be pretty obvious that, of course, she would be there. "Right back at you. Everyone is here, either for the best or for the worst."
Todoroki hums, nodding to himself. "I think it's a good thing. More chance to socialize with the others."
Yuki snorted at that, shoulders shaking slightly and her eyes glimmered with what looks like playfulness. "Socialize? As if you do something like that."
"The same could be said to you."
"Only when I need or want to."
"How am I any different?"
Yuki's lips stretched, small sounds coming from her as a light giggle, it was quiet enough that it was only audible to Todoroki. It felt odd, sounds odd, that she was laughing like she does it all the time. But the urge to laugh came in the instant Todoroki sounds confused (it's adorable, but Yuki won't admit that) so she lets it go. It's what others do, so why should she be any different?
"Alright, settle down everyone," a clap gets their attention instantly. Aizawa stood between the class and their new dorm. Everyone's eyes are on their teacher as he greeted them shortly, saying how glad he is that everyone is allowed to move into the dorms.
"We're glad you're here too, sir. I was worried you wouldn't be able to come back after that conference." Tsuyu commented worriedly. Aizawa shrugs it off, however, by simply stating that a lot has happened, and therefore he is still here to teach. "In any case, I'll give you an overview of your dorms. But before that..."
"The training camp was meant to earn you your provisional licenses. And that is still the goal. However on that night, Iida, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya, Kirishima, and Todoroki headed out to rescue Bakugou and Shimokaze that night."
A tense silence hangs above the students as they turned their eyes to the aforementioned. Aizawa, either not noticing or simply ignoring the grim aura (which is likely the latter) continues, "I think all of you understands the consequence of that action. And even though the issue is being ignored, I'll say this; if it weren't for All Might retiring, I'd expel all of you excluding Bakugou, Shimokaze, Jiro, and Hagakure."
Yuki notes even the slightest twitch of her classmates, the tense air thickening around them as if choking them. Yuki expected this to come, whether or not she is Aizawa's daughter or not. While the idea of expelling students was already present in the back of her mind, she certainly did not expect him to expel every single one of them. That's simply too harsh.
The pale-haired girl opened her mouth to protest, but Aizawa beats her to it by raising a hand and narrowing his eyes on her, saying, "I'm not finished." Yuki closes her mouth. Her shoulder sagged, eyes turning to the ground with an annoyed huff.
"Putting your reasons aside, the five who went and the twelve who didn't do anything to step them, has betrayed our trust. The chaos will likely continue now that All Might retired. And since we don't know the next action the League of Villain will take, kicking students out is unwise. From now on, if you follow the procedures and behave, you might be able to regain our trust."
"That's all. Now get your spirits up." With little care Aizawa turned and walked into the dorm. The students has their head hung low, a frown on their face. No one said a thing until Bakugou decided to drag Kaminari behind a random bush, electric bolts shooting out behind it, and Kaminari leaves with his brain short-circuited. His noob-like face and weak "yay" immediately erupts laughter from Jiro, followed by the rest of the class.
"Kirishima," Bakugou approached the said boy and shoves a handful of money at him. "Dude! This is scary! Did you shook him down for that?!" Kirishima flinched in fear, distancing himself slightly, which ticked Bakugou off. "No! I brought this myself! Now take it, you used up your allowance right?"
"Huh? How did you-" Bakugou pushes the money against Kirishima, forcing him to grab it before it falls and Bakugou walks away. "Word gets out with this many idiots around you. Show your dumb self, as usual." Bakugou passes Yuki and Todoroki, locking eyes with the girl for a split second and continues on his way. Yuki turned to Kirishima, who gave her a look.
A simple shrug from Yuki was enough as a form of reassurance to him, and he smiles fondly at Bakugou. Yuki feels a tap on her back, craning her neck to look at Todoroki. "Looks like they're back to their usual self." He commented without looking at Yuki. The girl turns to their classmates again, them cheering at Kirishima who promised to treat them to yakiniku.
"I hope so." Yuki says. "Let's look at our dorm."
()()()()()
"One class to each building. Girls on the right side, boys on the left. First floor is the common area. This where your dining hall, baths, and laundry are located." Aizawa gave a brief tour of the dorm, and everyone fussed happily, excited to live with the class. They moved to the second floor, where their rooms are.
"One student per room. All are equipped with AC, toilets, refrigerator, and closets. Enjoy your luxuries." After that, Aizawa handed them their room assignments, with Yuki on the second floor with Midoriya, Tokoyami, Mineta, and Aoyama, further telling them that their luggage has been set there. "We'll talk about what will happen tomorrow. For now, you're dismissed."
At that, the students dispersed to each of their room, excited to settle in and decorate their new home. Yuki goes as well, even if she's not too excited to decorate (we all know it can be a hassle, depends on the person). In her room are boxes piled neatly and carefully in the middle of her room. There are two extra boxes from delivery, something she ordered online just a week before she moved out.
Her cat sits quietly in her cage, waiting patiently to be set free by her owner. And eventually she did so, crouching down in front of the cage and opening the cage. Blizzard walks out slowly, cautiously, pink nose sniffing the air and the floor. "This is our new home, Lizzy," Yuki said with gentle hands caressing the soft fur. Blizzard meows softly in response. "Alright," Yuki sighed, straightening up, "time to decorate."
()()()()()
It was night already, and Yuki is still not done setting up her room. All that's left is tidying her clothes and books, and maybe put up some new decorations she bought. And maybe, maybe she'll paint her door as well because she got nothing better to do. And also to make her room as similar to her old room.
Ten minutes later, and her room is finished. Huffing contently, Yuki laid down on her bed, wriggling to get as comfortable as she could on her new bed. Her body aches a little bit, and it feels heavenly on laying down. Blizzard jumps up the bed and snuggled on her side, and all is quiet. That is, until someone knocked on her door. A groan, close to a growl, rumbled in her throat and Yuki hopped off her bed, startling her cat. She stomped her way to the door and opened it, perhaps too harshly.
On the other side, Todoroki stood, unfazed by the slam of the door, unlike Midoriya who is hiding behind him. Her eyes glared into Todoroki's and Midoriya's in demand of answer. "We're looking into everyone's room. They suggested it," Todoroki pointed his thumb to the group of girls down the hall, excited to see their rooms. Yuki grumbled at that. "But I'm sleepy."
"Me too." Todoroki replied. The faintest pout formed on her lips, but Yuki steps out of her room and closing the door behind her securely. She followed the two boys to the end of the hall where almost the whole class is gathered. Once Yuki joined, the girls rushed to the first room, Midoriya's room, much to the boy's embarrassment.
"Full of All Might! A fanboy's room!" Uraraka exclaimed the moment she stepped into the room. Of course, having visited Midoriya countless times before Yuki knows what his room is like. She simply waited outside with an uninterested look. Then they moved to Tokoyami's room, which is dark and goth-like. It's as Yuki predicted, but she truly underestimated the gloomy atmosphere of the room.
Next is Aoyama's room. In contrast with Tokoyami's room, his room is brighter, way brighter and shiny. Or rather, "twinkly", as the owner corrected. "Just about what we expected," commented Hagakure as they leave. And Yuki can't say she doesn't agree. "Let's move to the third floor." Yuki suggested as she walks away.
"But the last room...?" Uraraka turns to the last room at the end of the hall, Mineta's room. He peeked from his door, beckoning the others to come in, but they agreed with Yuki and followed her to the third floor, leaving Mineta behind.
The first room on the third floor is Ojiro's room, and it's quite plain. They tried their best complimenting his room but the owner sweatdropped, "it's okay if you have nothing nice to say..." he reprimanded. The next room is Iida's, and there are a lot of books. Yuki remembered his room a little bit, it's not too different than this one. One of the things that makes it different is his many glasses on the mounted shelves, one that Uraraka laughed at.
Kaminari's room has a lot of things in it, like he bought everything he lays his eyes on. Dart board, caps, headset, etc. It does reflect his style, Yuki thought, so it's not too bad. After, they went to Koda's room. There's not much things in there, and there's a bunny that the girls immediately groups around. Yuki reminds herself to hide Blizzard later.
"It's not fair that only boys needs to show their rooms, don't you think? Isn't this an exhibition? If we're going to pick who is the best interior designer in the class, shouldn't the girls show their rooms as well?" Mineta pointed accusingly with his other hand fisted, setting what Yuki thinks his foul plans in motion. Unfortunately for her, the others agreed.
'Oh boy, here we go...'