Chapter 1: The Most Wonderful Time…

Metal music echoed through the quaint apartment Kyoka Jiro called home, the familiar tune looping and looping. She heard the music. Hell, she was confident the neighbours were going to file another noise complaint, but she didn't care. She didn't even care she somehow wound up sleeping upside down. That didn't bother her, nothing at all could bother her, this was her week off. The twenty first of December for Kyoka Jiro was no quite so festive, she had opted to spend the titular holiday doing something she couldn't quite remember. She needed the break, being roped up doing so much other crap for the year was exhausting. But this week, no hero work, no family commitments, no concerts to perform at, songs to record, nothing. She took her break in stride, contemplating sleeping all day. Of course, to do that she had to shut the alarm off. So, she reluctantly squirmed and rotated herself back around the right way.

The young woman took a quick glance at the room she resides. Jeez it was a mess, posters on the walls barely clinging to her unpainted, grey wall, her instruments making to room feel twice as compact as it already was, unwashed clothes everywhere, her desk had a dead computer with a cracked screen and food from the night before. Her foggy window showed the snowy window that came with the holiday season. The alarm kept spitting heavy death metal music as she groaned at the constant loop. She felt like taking her headphone jack and drilling it through her phone for interrupting her joyous sleep, but she instead opted to lazily reach for it and turn the alarm off like a civilised human being.

Switching the alarm off her eye's attention diverted to her wallpaper, that being a photo of her and her friends from UA high, Momo Yaoyoruzu, Mina Ashido, Eijiro Kirishima and… Denki Kaminari. He was just a dweep, a dumbass, with a stupid quirk and stupid, stupid, yellow hair! Still Jiro in a way she wouldn't admit, really liked his company and cherished the time they spent together. Waking her from her pondering was a text notification from Mina. "Shit!" She pounced out of bed grabbed the least smelly clothes she could find and hastily packed her bag before rushing out the door and sprinting to the bus stop.

Even when the students had matured into heroes and adults, most of class 1A made an admirable effort to stay in touch. The former class had been organising slumber parties at various places for as many people they could gather, but they never were able to gather all their classmates due to how busy everyone got with hero work. In the fourth year of this tradition, Isuku Midoria, Ochako Uraraka, Shoto Todoroki, Momo, Kirishima, Kaminari and Jiro had been able to clear their schedule for a couple of nights. The organiser behind the annual slumber was none other the Mina Ashido who started the idea after feeling nostalgic about the dorm days from high school. She was the one who put her last penny into renting out the "Slumber-House" as she called it. Said 'Slumber-house' was quite luxurious beach house, with a polished deck that led to the ocean. The house's design was industrial but still simplistic in its shape. It had everything that the old dorms did, except for bossy teachers, paparazzi and peep holes that Jiro guarded from Minoru Minetta with her life.

This year's party was on Christmas, most people of course had to spend it with their families but the select six that came were able to mix things around. Mina sat outside the front door, watching the circular driveway wrapped around a circular hedge. The pink girl checked stared at her text history with Jiro, being the only person she talked to this morning.

Hey Jiro, you still coming to the party

today?

Yeah, I didn't realise that was today,

I'm rushing to the bus now! Assuming

I get there on time I should be there in

an hour! :)

Cool, I'll see you then. ;)

Mina sighed before laying on the stairs, bored. She was fighting the cold with her woolly jacket and long comfy pants. In the time since UA, she had grown her hair out. It was still as bombastic and crazy, as ever much like her, but now there's more of it. "C'mon somebody show up, anyone!" As if on cue Jiro came sprinting through the driveway with her signature torn punk outfit and equally torn backpack and duffle with her clothes and other belongings. Is that all she brought?

"Sorry I'm late, the closest stop here was a few streets back." She took a moment to drop her stuff and catch her breath. Before she could react, Mina sprinted over to the exhausted rocker and gave her the biggest hug her pink arms could muster, which was enough to make an audible crack from Jiro's back. "Y-you got… stronger… where is everyone else?"

"You're the first here actually and yes I've been working out." The energetic woman flexed her arms. She says that like giving me scoliosis wasn't evident enough.

"Christmas traffic is a nightmare I guess." Jiro shrugged. Thank god! If I know I was gonna get here first, I probably could've done my teeth.

"Soooo, how are you! I am so happy your music got off the ground!" She gave Jiro another crippling hug.

"…thanks." Jiro whimpered as a car pulled up the driveway, it was a very stylish car, which only meant one thing. Her music career was something she had been working on throughout her adolescence besides her hero education. Even though she originally wrote her love of music off as a 'useless hobby', she learnt to find the balance between her heroic passions and her musical passions finding that they can both save people. Albeit in deferent ways.

"MOMO!" Both Jiro and Mina squealed charging at the unsuspecting Yaoyarozu as she was getting out her car, tackling her to the ground.

The apathic Todoroki got out of the driver seat helping Momo up as Mina and Jiro released her. "It's nice to see you too." He said with an uncharacteristic hint of sarcasm. Unlike his partner, Todoroki wasn't too dressed up. He was no hobo, but he was also not royalty and carried the same amount of indifference to his fashion that he did to most tasks. He wasn't anything to scoff out though, his outfit evoked the same sort of clothing he wore as a disguise during All Might and All for One's climactic battle, not needing to worry about temperature thanks to his quirk. Momo however, was much more dressed up, wearing a crimson red coat with matching heels and a beret. She also wore black leggings and a black scarf. "But it IS quite nice to see you." He added, not wanting to misconstrue his sarcasm.

Jiro immediately noticed the huge contrast between her and Momo's general appearance. Not only was Momo the tallest and most physically mature, and Jiro the least developed, of the 1A girls but their fashion senses were completely different as well. Jiro looked, to put into one word, messy. She kept her punk look, but her hair was scruffy, and she had a horrible case of bed hair. She also had forgot to apply her deodorant and brush her teeth in the rush to Mina's. Momo was clean and orderly, polite and polished, in a way Jiro was always jealous of, even before she had been living in under six hours of sleep.

Isuku and Uraraka both joined shortly after that, Uraraka politely apologised for being late and Midoria was a rambling mess talking about the villain they stopped on their way here. Kirishima followed suit after, he was dropping Katsuki Bakugo off at an airport for a special hero mission. "Oh, and Midoria? Kat says and I quote," The spiky-haired man cleared his thought preparing his best Bakugo impression. "Hey Deku, you fucking nerdy, babbling, annoying, insufferable little turd-nugget."

"He's in a good mood," The timid Midoria said without a hint of sarcasm, on a bad day, Bakugo would say much, much worse. Turd-nugget? That's a new one. Isuku quipped to himself.

"Yeah I made Kat some extra spicy Ramen for breakfast." Kirishima and Katsuki had been together a long time, with the positive and happy Eijiro being able to thaw the heart of 'Lord Explosion Murder'.

"Ok, so who else is coming?" Uraraka asked Mina.

"We're just waiting on Kaminari." Mina responded. As she said that Jiro froze, realising that this was going to be the first time they would meet after their graduation from UA. Even in the three previous slumber parties Mina organised, Jiro didn't make the first one, but couldn't make the second or third and Denki, could make the second and third but not the first. Jiro started getting nervous. What the fuck, why am acting so weird right now. He's just a stupid perverted idiot! Then she saw him, frizzly hair, baggy eyes, dirty clothes running through the driveway with a worse-for-wear suitcase, his belongings on the verge of escaping and spilling away.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, my car broke down a couple of blocks back so that became a whole thing." Denki apologised, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Jeez what an idiot I bet he doesn't even have deodorant on- Oh shit. Jiro had an epiphany; she had devolved to Kaminari status. She contemplated what she had become.

The now full group had their quick greetings before fleeing from the snow and seeking refuge inside. "So, I guess no beach this time round?" Kirishima was the first to start the conversation as everyone sat in the living room.

"Mm." Shoto acknowledged Eijiro's remark but in true Todoroki fashion made no input.

The group sat in an awkward silence and it isn't that they didn't have anything to talk about, they had all been busy in the long times between seeing each other but nobody knew where to start. "Oh, c'mon guys why so quiet! I mean I get Todoroki but, give me something here." This frustrated Mina who decided to fully initiate a conversation. "Midoria! What have you been doing!"

"I… uh well…" Midoria was startled by Mina suddenly putting him on the spot. "Well nothing's really changed, I've just been focussing on hero work and trying to fit All Might's shoes…" As Isuku thought about what else had happened in the year between their last party and froze. Uraraka wore a worried expression, anxious he was going to accidentally blab their little secret. "T-that's it, nothing else has happened!" Despite sounding incredibly suspicious, the couple both took a sigh of relief.

"Boooring!" She began grilling all of them one by one. First was Momo and Shoto.

"Well we've been making arrangements for the wedding." Momo shrugged gesturing to the engagement ring she and her new fiancé both wore. The entire group collectively gasped.

"Wedding!?"

"Did you not know?" Todoroki asked blankly "We emailed invites a month ago."

"Sorry man, I got nothin."

"Yeah I didn't get an email."

"I'm just checking my inbox… nope!"

Nobody had received any notification about it. Neither Shoto nor Momo had any sort of social media. Momo quickly took to her phone to check if it was a complication on her end. "Oh shit! I thought I '-UNSENT MESSAGE?!' FUCK!" Everyone except Todoroki flinched at Momo's panic, none of them used to the distinguished and level-headed Yaoyorozu yelling and swearing. Rubbing her back and calming her down Todoroki encouraged her to take deep breaths.

"She's been really stressed out about it all, my apologies."

"Don't apologise, we all understand." Jiro said, relating to the constant stress and work load the couple were feeling.

"Ochako and I have been dealing with something similar…" Isuku could feel his partner stressing out behind her. "Y'know, with… hero stuff."

"Thank you for understanding." Todoroki smiled; he wasn't as stressed about the wedding itself but for his family's attendance. With the complete and utter clusterfuck that was his parental situation, he had no idea what to do. His mother was out of hospital and feeling well, his siblings were all doing well too, and he was on speaking terms with his father, but he was still worried. This was his wedding; with the person he fell for after he thought himself incapable of it and if the day to commemorate it was ruined by an argument from his family, he would never forgive himself. The touchy subject of his family was the fuse close to being blown, and he couldn't rise letting it ruin things. Despite all of that he didn't have the heart to exclude anyone from his own wedding. He was torn and either way it was a disaster waiting to happen.

The pair politely excused themselves needing sometime to revise the invitations but to calm down and relax. Mina had not forgotten her task, next was Kirishima. "You say that as if we don't hang out all the time!" Mina and Eijiro hung out frequently, for both friendly get togethers and meetings of… another manner. "Well anyway me and Kat are going good, though he has blown a whole through Kevin that I still need to fix."

"Kevin?" Izuku asked, puzzled.

"My punching bag."

"Hey guys…" Kaminari interrupted with a thought he couldn't shake. "Y'know how Yaoyarozu can create stuff? Well could she like, create babies with her quirk?" What he said was complete idiocy, but the way he said it sounded like he discovered the cure to cancer. Jiro rested her face in her palms, both in pure disappointment and to hide her laughter. You haven't changed a bit.

"That's not how her quirk works. It only works on non-living things." Deku corrected.

Since Kirishima didn't have much to add to recap and Kaminari had already shifted to attention towards him, Mina nominated Denki to recap next. "It's been stressful honestly, I've barely been able to keep myself together between my hero job, my retail job to afford and promote my hero job, paying for my own house, my own food, my own alcohol that helps me get through my retail job to pay for my hero job. It's all so much."

This hit Kyoka harder than she thought, she hadn't ever seen this side of the usually carefree and happy Denki. Kaminari… "Do you go into 'Dummy Mode' when you get drunk?" A drawback to his quirk, Denki had a habit of going brain-dead after overusing his electricity, blowing a fuse if you will. Jiro had a lot of fond memories making fun of Kaminari for it, being the person to coin the term 'Dummy Mode'.

"No Dummy Mode kicks in during the hangover, but I have had… incidents while being drunk…"

"Like that one time with the playground?" Kirishima referred to a specific incident, one that neither of them remembers fondly.

"We don't talk about the playground." Not wanting any more talk about that disaster Kaminari quickly shifted the attention to the unsuspecting Jiro. "What about you, Jiro. We all know about your music and stuff but how are you doing." The blonde said uncharacteristically concerned, referring not to her career, but to her.

"I'm all good, I just slept in." The exhausted girl attempted to tidy her hair. Despite her attempts to present herself better but even Kaminari could see that Kyoka was a mess just by how she was dressed she hadn't even bothered to untangle her jacks that hung from her ears.

Hours proceeded of general conversation with the added doses of Jiro and Kaminari one-upping each other every opportunity they got. Eventually Shoto and Momo joined back into the conversation. As day faded to night Jiro found herself on the veranda, watching the waves drift forward and backwards over the snow-covered sand. Leaning against the railing she watched the flakes fall and blend to the white plains that painted the now hidden golden beach.

"There she stood, gazing upon the night sky, thinking about the wonderful VIP sesh with that hardcore fan last night…" Kaminari spoke in a deep voice, what he coined to be his 'narrator voice'. The blonde had a long sleeved and long pants on, draping himself in an olive-green blanket.

Kyoka rolled her eyes, "That honestly sounds better than how I have been spending my nights."

"That bad huh?" Kaminari joined her at the railing.

"Can't be as bad as you. From what I've heard you're quite the lady-killer."

"And quite the drinker…" Kaminari let out a melancholy sigh, "It's so cold, here share the blanket." Denki spread the blanket and wrapped it around her. She, only now realising how cold she was, without a thought huddled in with Kaminari. He wasn't exactly a 'look out into the beach at night and think about life' kinda guy, so he had been inside keeping himself warm by playing Uno with the boys.

"Thanks." He was warm and comfy. She'd never say it out loud, but she was a big snuggler and Kaminari always had that comforting aura to him. Yeah, he'd get roped in with Minetta's schemes and his attempts to woo women in high school were funny until they became sad, but he was also easy to talk to and make fun of. "Wouldn't take you for a drinker."

"Well, I like clubs, dancing and women is tailor-made for a guy like me, and at clubs, getting drug is just par for the course."

"Can't be as bad as when you learnt Spanish for that chick in class C."

"I didn't just learn it for her, I was genuinely curious about the language… She was sooo hot!"

"Annnd gotcha."

"Chupar un dick, Kyoka"

"Rude, Denki." This was the give away that they were getting intimate without even know, use of their other name was uncommon but served as a turning point for their conversation, from two friends talking to two potential partners flirting.

The pair's back and forth paused as they snuggle and gazed upon the moon, their thought's as individuals becoming thoughts about each other. In the young pair's minds questions about being with each other were quickly shut down without a second thought, but for some reason, tonight felt different, maybe if the mood was, or just not have seen each other in such a long time but tonight was different.

"You smell." Of course, the worst thing about Denki was how he ruins the moment, every, damn, time. "Ever heard of deodorant?"

"What you get for sticking your nose where it shouldn't go." Jiro blushed, as nobody had called her out on her messy look except him. Of course being so close in proximity it was inevitable.

"I've put worse things in worse places."

"Ew, you're the worst."

"What's gross about that? We're adults it's fine."

"The idea of you doing that…"

"At least I do it. I don't need to rely on any earphone jacks."

"I'll have you know; these can bring you do your knees." The jacks pointed at Denki, his head jolting back instinctively, too used to getting poked in the eyes.

"Is that so…" This is how most of their recent conversations would end up, tossing flirty innuendos like a volleyball until a third party physically severs the sexual tension between the self-conscious, lonely tom boy and the horny dumbass.

"You guys done flirting or are we gonna have a cold dinner?" Kirishima said oddly impatient, evident that the idea of Mina's lovely red steak got his stomach running to la la land.

The pair awkwardly snapped back into reality realising that there are more than just each other at this party. "We should probably…"

"FINALLY." Eijiro rushed to the dinner table where Mina and Ochako were serving the table to everyone else, already seated. Something told Jiro this was gonna be a fun time, and something told Kaminari that they both needed a shower.

Chapter 1 is done, probably end up being longer that any of the others due it introducing just about everything.

I can't believe I got roped back into this site. Maybe one day I'll decide to finish the RWBY stuff but, that's wishful thinking. But hey, if I get nagged enough, I just might... Supply and Demand ladies and gentlemen, supply and demand...

And for anyone wondering, 'Chupar un dick, Kyoka' translates from spanish to 'Suck a dick, Kyoka', google translate is a wonderful thing.