Natsumi and Shinsou had only had two training sessions, the first one having been a huge mess of a day where he had gotten himself all tangled up in his new capture weapon and had spent half an hour working on wiggling himself out. It had started to get dark by the time he had freed himself so they had run a couple laps around the perimeter of the forest before calling it a day. The second time they had met for training they had spent several hours in the school gym working on their cardio and easing their way into a little weight training.

It was now their third time meeting, considering she only had two days a week with him while he spent the other five days with Aizawa. Already she could tell that there was a significant improvement to his stamina as he was able to push himself a lot farther during their exercises now than he could that first day they trained together.

No surprise there considering who his mentor is. With how hard Aizawa-sensei pushes us past our limits during class I can only imagine how hard he must be on Shinsou.

Her crimson stare slid over to scrutinize the taller boy's form as he did a couple sets of pushups while she leaned against one of the trees, taking a water break. Today Shinsou was sporting a black tank top with an orange cartoon cat face smack dab in the center of it, a pair of dark gray athletic shorts, and a pair of black and purple accented sneakers. It was rather humid out which was what prompted him to forgo wearing his regular gym clothes, no sense in allowing himself to overheat.

The muscles in his arms bulged slightly from the exertion of supporting his own weight and she was mildly impressed to see that his muscles even appeared to be larger than last time she had seen them.

His noodle arms are evolving! She thought with a snort, the sound broke Shinsou's concentration and he pulled himself into a sitting position after finishing the push-up that he was on.

He quirked a curious eyebrow at her, lips dipping into a lopsided smirk when he caught her staring, "See something you like, Kurosawa?"

Natsumi blinked, a scoff passing over her lips at the insinuation, "You wish, noodles."

Shinsou furrowed his brows in confusion over the nickname, lips pulled back, "Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

"Noodles, you know, as in 'noodle arms' because that's what you fuckin' got, now keep working on those pushups." She barked out the command, pushing herself off of the tree she had been leaning against and placing her water bottle on the ground so that she could take a step towards the lilac haired boy.

He let out a groan and rolled his eyes, "You're cruel."

"Oh please, you train with Aizawa-sensei. Exercising with me must be a walk in the park compared to that." She laughed when Shinsou grumbled something unintelligible while he lowered himself back into position to complete the reps he had originally started on before she had distracted him.

The two did various exercises together, from push-ups to sit-ups to squats and jumping jacks, as was their regular routine whenever they met up. After an hour and a half of their warm-up exercises, she stood up and ambled towards the backpack she had left propped up against a tree. Shinsou stood a ways away, taking greedy gulps from his frosty water bottle, all the while keeping a curious eye trained on her as she dug through her bag.

They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, their hair matted down and stuck to their faces, but they were nowhere near ready to call it a day despite the aches in their muscles that screamed for them to take a break.

Natsumi let out a triumphant hum when she seemingly found what she had been searching for, from the angle he was watching her from he was unable to discern what the item in her hand was but noted that there was a slight jingling sound coming from her palm as she made her way back to him.

Her lips pulled back into a smirk as she held her hand out, allowing the string with two bells attached at the end to dangle in front of him.

Quirking an eyebrow at her, Shinsou capped his water bottle and stashed it away before pulling himself into a standing position, "And what do you plan on doing with those?"

"You're going to try and take them from me." She wiggled the bells teasingly, placing her other hand on her hip and cocking it slightly.

He reached forward and she yanked them away quickly, tutting her tongue in a taunting manner at him, "Ah-uh, you're going to have to catch me first." At seeing his confusion, she continued, "As it stands now, I'm much faster than you are so we're going to have an ongoing game. Every time we meet for training you'll need to try and chase me down and take these bells from me—I don't care if you use your Capture Weapon or your hands or whatever, anything goes. This is a basic test of endurance, agility, and willpower."

Shinsou bit back a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on the heel of his foot, "You stole that from watching anime, didn't you?"

She coughed awkwardly and averted her gaze from him, letting out an indignant huff at the accusation, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. But good luck, lesson starts now!" Natsumi promptly took off down the dirt path that lead further into the forest, the bells clinking against each other from where they were now tied through the loop of her jean shorts.

He blinked, stunned by her sudden disappearance before scrambling after her, a groan leaving his lips as he realized that she had already put a large distance between them.

She wasn't kidding, she's so much faster than me. I have so much catching up to do—literally and figuratively. He thought dismally, adding his lack of speed to the ever-growing list of things he needed to work on before he could even hope to catch up to the Hero course students. He still had a long way to go before he would be a Hero himself.

He spent the next forty-five minutes chasing after her as she zig-zagged through the trees, bells tinkling softly as if taunting him, always just out of reach. It frustrated him to no end and hearing her teasing laughter echoing through the otherwise quiet forest didn't help.

"Fuck this." Shinsou panted, coming to a complete stop to catch his breath, "I can't, I'm done, Kurosawa."

Out of seemingly nowhere, she appeared at his side with a disappointed frown as she gave him a once over before letting out a small sigh, "Alright, you do look pretty beat. I guess we can call it."

"How merciful of you." He deadpanned, indigo eyes meeting amused crimson as he straightened himself up after taking a moment to compose himself and regulate his breathing.

"Just consider me your benevolent queen." Natsumi waved her arms with a flourish, lips quirking into a teasing grin.

He let out a groan, running a hand through his sweat-drenched lilac locks, his hair was no longer spiked towards the heavens but was now falling around his face in unruly, damp tendrils. His fingers combed through the strands that brushed over his eyebrows, attempting to pull them back and away from his face only to have them fall back into place. How annoying. Indigo eyes flickered up to meet her stare when he heard her let out an amused snort, "Absolutely not."

"You're no fun." She laughed, brushing her own damp bangs out of her eyes before letting out a contemplative hum, pulling her cellphone out of her bag and tapping the screen to check the time.

Shinsou rose a curious eyebrow, "What?"

"Nothing, just thinking about how hungry I am." She admitted with a sheepish grin.

He rolled his eyes, his lips twitching subtly at the corners, "You're always hungry."

"You don't know shit, Shinsou." She shot back, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

A chuckle spilled past his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he leaned forward, lips curling back in a smirk, "I know that every time I saw you at the Sports Festival you were eating something different."

"I…" She opened her mouth and closed it again, at a loss for what to say in response to his observation. She settled for narrowing her eyes and scowling up at him, crossing her arms over her chest and letting out an annoyed huff, he smiled smugly at her.

"You know…I was in the viewing box with my class that entire time so that means that you were purposefully seeking me out if you were able to see me at various times eating different things." She quirked a brow, "What, was that photo you took of me not enough for you?"

He blinked, shrugging his shoulders and peering down at her through the damp, lilac fringe that had fallen over his eyes, "I suppose it wasn't." Shinsou wasn't about to elaborate on his answer, despite the questioning look she was giving him, he merely glanced over his shoulder towards the trail that would lead towards the exit before turning back to her, "Weren't you just complaining about how hungry you were?"

She straightened up and nodded, laughing, "Oh yeah. You want to come grab something with me?"

Shinsou shrugged once more, donning a bored expression, "Why not? I've got nothing else to do."

"You know," Shinsou began, his voice a low drawl, "when you said that you were hungry I assumed you meant for real food."

A soft gasp escaped her and she immediately brought a hand to her chest as if she was appalled by his words, "Ice-cream is real food. It's made with dairy, that's one of the major food groups."

"Sorry, that reasoning is not going to work on me because I'm not five, besides, ice-cream is not a proper dinner." He let out a long, tired sigh, keeping his expression schooled enough so she couldn't catch a glimpse of what he was actually feeling—amused by her antics. Of course, she'd be the type to suggest dessert for dinner. He really wasn't all that surprised by her choice.

Natsumi narrowed her eyes and huffed indignantly, "I think people who have dessert before dinner are all around much happier with life. Also, they're less grumpy."

He furrowed his brows and stopped walking, when she paused and glanced over her shoulder to see what was holding him up, he crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled loud enough for her to hear, "I am not grumpy."

A grin spread across her face at his pouty expression and she let out a soft, teasing laugh, "Are you kidding? You're on par with Aizawa-sensei with your moody attitude."

"Oh, I'm definitely not that bad yet." Shinsou ran a hand through his tangled lilac locks, letting out a soft curse when his fingers got stuck in a particularly nasty knot. He felt absolutely filthy, covered in drying sweat that made his skin feel tight, his hair in a shaggy disarray with clumps of dirt matting his hair together. Even though he felt and looked like an absolute mess, the thought of going home now and missing out on ice-cream and more time spent with Natsumi made his chest clench uncomfortably.

She snorted, "Yet being the keyword here."

He hummed in agreement, the corners of his lips twitching as he stared down at the short girl before him, "I suppose it is only a matter of time before I start threatening you with expulsion every time you step one toe out of line."

"Oh man," She laughed, "are you going to start lugging around a sleeping bag too? Please say that yours will also be in some obnoxiously bright color—oh, oh! It better be lime-green or neon orange, no other colors will be acceptable."

Shinsou scrunched his nose at the thought of owning something as hideous as a sleeping bag in either of the colors she had suggested. Lime-green and orange were colors that were much too loud for his personality, not to mention how they would clash horribly with his hair.

"Ugh, I guess if I'm really going for the color-blind hobo aesthetic then I don't have much of a choice in the matter, do I?" He quirked an amused brow, a chuckle breezing past his lips as she shook her head eagerly with a laugh.

Shinsou wasn't a particularly funny guy, at least he never thought of himself as such, but the fact that he was able to make her laugh with his dry humor meant more to him than it should have.

"Oh, hey, it's Natsu-chan!"

The two teens standing outside of the ice-cream shop were pulled away from their conversation when a new set of voices called out to them. Shinsou inwardly grimaced at the approach of Natsumi's classmates, he quickly shoved his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts and pretended not to be bothered by how her face lit up like the sun as the three teens rushed towards her.

Natsumi smiled brightly, turning just in time to brace herself as Ashido nearly knocked her over from the force of her hug. The shorter teen returned the hug before pulling away, "You act as if I didn't just see you the other day when you came over for my birthday."

The pink toned girl giggled, "Girl, you act as if I don't miss you every time we're apart!" Ashido sighed overdramatically.

"You're right, you needy bitch." Natsumi laughed.

"That's me!" Ashido grinned, slinging an arm across the shorter girl's shoulders.

Sero and Kaminari caught up to them, having been left behind when Ashido had spotted the ivory haired teen and darted across the street to reach her.

"You're that Brainwash guy from the Sports Festival, right?" Sero questioned, his smile bright and friendly, but despite the warm intentions to bring the General Studies student into the conversation, Shinsou felt guarded and wary. Sero continued, "Man, you were great! Seriously, you've got a pretty cool Quirk there!"

Shinsou felt his lips dip into a small frown, one of his hands slid out of his pocket to rest at the back of his neck, "Ah, thanks." He still wasn't used to having his Quirk acknowledged positively by others, but since the Sports Festival he had been receiving more and more compliments.

Sensing his discomfort, Natsumi stepped forward with a small smile, "Guys this is Shinsou, our future classmate!"

The three shared grins at her statement while Shinsou merely stared, feeling a warmth blossom in his chest at how confident she was in what she had said.

"Well, guess that means we're friends now! You know, since you're going to be stuck with us in the future anyhow, might as well get used to having us around!" Kaminari clapped Shinsou on the back good naturedly, sending the lilac haired boy stumbling forward from the impact of the unexpected touch. The blonde took a step back, stroking his chin with his index finger and thumb, "You know, with looks like that I bet you're popular with the ladies."

"Huh?" Came Shinsou's confused response.

Sero stood back with a quirked brow, but that same large, friendly smile splitting his lips a part. He couldn't really say that he was surprised by the words Kaminari had said, the blonde was unpredictable in that respect—no one ever knew what was going to come out of his mouth. That, and he's the biggest flirt I know, Sero thought with a chuckle.

"I…Kaminari-kun, what?" Natsumi choked out, trying her hardest to not laugh but was finding it increasingly hard to keep a straight face as she kept replaying the blonde's words over and over in her head, "Did you just…Kaminari-kun did you just indirectly tell Shinsou that you think he's hot?"

Shinsou tilted his head and in all seriousness said, "Sorry, I don't think you're my type. But I appreciate the compliment."

Kaminari blinked before quickly waving his hands defensively in front of himself while sputtering, "I didn't mean it like that!" Golden eyes met indigo briefly before returning to defending himself against Natsumi's allegations, "I-I just meant that he's a good-looking guy and probably has chicks falling all over him. I mean, you're with him, so he's gotta play a pretty good game, right?"

Natsumi's cheeks burned a bright crimson as Kaminari's insinuation reached her ears and she quickly ducked her head and averted her gaze in an attempt to hide the color in her face. She pursed her lips and mumbled defensively, "It's not like that, I'm literally helping him train—"

"—Yeah? Why's your face so red?" Ashido teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh? Did I hit the nail on the head? You hiding something, Natsu-chan, hmm?" Kaminari smirked, tilting his head, "Oh man, what're Bakugou and Todoroki going to think?"

Natsumi brought her hands up to cover her crimson painted face, letting out a loud annoyed groan, "Ugh, you guys are fucking impossible."

Shinsou quietly observed the exchange happening around him, he wasn't quite sure what to say, if he should say anything in response to the strange situation he had found himself in. Though, he did find it amusing to watch the tiny ivory haired girl become increasingly flustered by her friends' teasing words.

"I think she's had enough, any more teasing and she's bound to spontaneously combust." Shinsou stepped forward with a low chuckle, watching as Natsumi quietly shifted the fingers over her eyes so that she could peek out at him.

"Well look at that, Natsu-chan, your knight in shining armor came to your rescue." Kaminari grinned, deciding he'd tease her one last time on the matter.

"I hate all of you." She grumbled lowly, removing her hands from her face and glaring at the boys.

"Hey, hey, I had no part in this." Sero waved his arms defensively in front of himself, laughing as he spoke.

Ashido giggled and blew a kiss to the shorter teen, "You could never hate me, babe."

"Whatever, I'm getting my ice-cream." Natsumi pouted, turning towards the door to the specialty ice-cream parlor behind them and disappearing inside.

"Kaminari, you pissed her off so you should probably make it up to her by buying her ice-cream." Sero laughed as the remaining teens piled into the shop after the curly haired girl.

As soon as they entered the shop they were greeted by the sweet, sugary scent of homemade waffle cones and sweet cream. The base color of the walls was white with brightly colored paints splattered across to create a fun and whimsical backdrop. The color palette screamed unicorn vomit, at least that's how Shinsou would have described it, with seats and tables aligned in a rainbow pattern up against the wall on the far right of the entrance and decorative abstract lights hanging from the ceiling. The display case to the left held the various homemade flavors of ice-cream, varying from the normal chocolate and vanilla to some more peculiar ones like lavender and earl-grey.

Shinsou felt as if he was going into sensory overload, Of course they'd also be playing bubblegum pop over the speakers.

"You know, I've never actually been here before. All those flavors look so good!" Sero pressed himself closer to the display case, staring down at the different flavors.

Natsumi tilted her head, glancing over at him, "Oh? I come by at least once a week; they've got the best ice-cream around. And, they have gelato macarons that are to die for."

Her complete 180 in personality had Kaminari letting out a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn't actually upset about all of the teasing. With his own anxiety over the matter suddenly gone he was able to focus on the important task at hand; choosing what flavor he wanted to order.

"Ah, Kurosawa-san! You here for your usual order or do you actually plan on branching out today?" The boy behind the counter grinned when he recognized the ivory haired girl staring longingly at the container that they kept the extra cookie dough pieces that people could elect to add in as a topping.

Natsumi blinked, her crimson stare rising to meet the amused steel grey gaze of the boy waiting for her response. He was tall and lanky, a couple years older than the 1-A students, with an unruly mop of teal hair and an easygoing smile.

"You're really going to do me dirty like that?" She frowned, narrowing her eyes at the boy behind the counter who simply shrugged his shoulders with a laugh. Natsumi tore her eyes away from him and grumbled, "…I'll have the usual, thanks."

"You got it, sis." The boy laughed, pushing away from the counter to grab a waffle bowl before scooping two scoops of cookie-dough ice-cream into it, followed by a very generous helping of cookie dough pieces thrown on top for good measure. He then shuffled towards the other end of the cooler and pulled out two chocolate gelato macarons and placed them in the bowl. He handed her the edible bowl, "You know, I'm surprise that you don't just order a bowl of nothing but cookie dough."

"And give you even more incentive to tease me? I don't think so." She retorted, handing over the correct amount of change before stepping aside so the rest of her friends could place their orders.

One by one the small group of teens strode up to the counter to let the boy know what they wanted, most of them were pretty quick to order and knew exactly what they wanted. However, when it came time for Kaminari to decide he hesitated, biting his thumb anxiously.

"I don't know, man. I mean the cotton-candy sounds good but so does the Lemon Cream." The blonde groaned, running a hand through his hair as he stared indecisively between the two flavors in the cooler.

"Dude, it's not that big of a deal, just eeny-meeny-miny-mo that shit." Sero laughed, clapping his friend on the back.

Kaminari reeled back, a quiet gasp escaping him, "But what if I make the wrong choice? What if my decision haunts me the rest of the night? What if all I can think of is 'what if I had chosen differently'?"

Natsumi rolled her eyes, digging her spoon into the mountain of tiny cookie-dough spheres that were piled atop her own ice-cream, "Why don't you just get a scoop of both?"

Kaminari perked up at the suggestion, "Natsu-chan, you beautiful soul, you!" He turned towards the counter with renewed vigor, watching as the boy behind it laughed at the antics of his strange customers, "I'll have a scoop of each, as the pretty lady suggested, please!"

"You got it."

Once Kaminari was given his chocolate dipped waffle cone the group made their way back outside, congregating under the awning of the ice-cream parlor to enjoy their frozen treats. Shinsou wasn't much of a sweets fan but had elected to try the lavender and earl grey flavor. Sero was happily enjoying a heaping helping of mint chip in a cup, leaning against the wall of the shop while humming happily into his bowl. Ashido stood beside him, spooning bite after bite of vanilla-fudge swirl into her mouth.

"So, you come here often enough that you and the guy working here have a playful relationship, huh?" Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows, taking a lick of his sugary-sweet frozen treat.

"Don't even start, Kaminari-kun." Natsumi pointed her index finger towards the blonde, a threatening gesture.

"Fine, fine." He laughed, "Seriously, though, best ice-cream ever."

She beamed at him, "That's why I come here so much. They make everything in house, and these macarons are too amazing." She plucked one of the macarons from her bowl, taking a bite of it and letting out a satisfied hum.

"I think this is my new favorite spot, we def have to come after school more often!" Ashido grinned, her pink plastic spoon teetering between her lips as she spoke.

The teens continued to chat for another ten minutes or so before Ashido, Sero, and Kaminari bid the duo farewell. Shinsou had long since finished his ice-cream and was watching curiously as Natsumi began to break tiny pieces of her waffle bowl off to eat.

"I told you." She mumbled while chewing thoughtfully on the edible bowl.

A lilac eyebrow raised precariously above the other, a curious glimmer in his indigo stare as he waited for her to continue her thought, "Oh? And what did you tell me?"

Natsumi thrust a spoonful of cookie dough into her mouth, lips curling upwards at the edges, "That you'd end up becoming friends with them."

Shinsou rolled his eyes, "Even if I wanted to be friends with them, one conversation doesn't equate to friendship, Kurosawa."

She shrugged nonchalantly, "Regardless, it's inevitable."

"You're delusional." He drawled, leaning forward and plucking the last macaron from its place nestled amongst the cookie-dough pieces in her edible bowl and shoving it into his mouth. He fought back a smirk at the wide-eyed, open mouthed look of incredulity that she now sported before whistling appreciatively, "You were right, those really are amazing."

Aizawa stood before his class in the final moments before the bell rang to signal the end of the day, his tired gaze passing over each and every one of his students. He exhaled quietly, "I want to take a moment to remind you that final exams are coming up in the following weeks. There will not only be a written portion of the exam but also a physical component to the test so I hope all of you are studying the course material very closely as well as keeping up with your training. Your score on the final exam will heavily influence my decision to allow you to participate and attend the training camp during summer break."

Their teacher shuffled towards the door after saying what he needed to say, giving one last pointed look to his students before slipping out of the classroom. As soon as the door closed behind him panic ensued, as he expected, he could hear from the other side of the door as Kaminari and Ashido both cried that neither of them had been studying. Several other voices groaned about the very real possibility that not everyone would be able to attend the training camp, which only further exacerbated the panic that many of the students were currently feeling. Aizawa exhaled a heavy sigh, they're in for a rude awakening if they don't get their act together.

"Argh! With the Sports Festival and Internships starting right after I haven't had time to study at all!" Kaminari groaned out in panic, running his fingers through his blonde locks while Ashido laughed uncontrollably, her own form of a breakdown.

Tokoyami shook his head, "It's true that we had one event after another but that's no excuse to skip out on studying."

Natsumi tapped her fingers against her desk top as she listened in on the conversations happening around her, it seemed as if half of the class was prepared to take the exam while the other half was panicking over not having a chance to review the course material.

She turned in her seat so that her legs were now stretched out in the center of the aisle separating her desk from Todoroki's before speaking loud enough for her classmates to hear her over their own panicked chatter, "We still have plenty of time before the exams, you know. So just get your shit together and review everything we've gone over in the past few weeks. If you do that you should have no problem acing the finals."

"That's easy for you to say, Natsu-chan, you're currently sixth in class ranking so you've got nothing to worry about here." Kaminari jutted his lip out in a pout.

"Doesn't mean I know everything; I still have to study just like the rest of you." The ivory haired teen laughed, "We all have our academic weaknesses that we need to work on."

Todoroki lifted a brow, his elbow was placed against the surface of his desk top with his chin resting against his open palm. He tilted his head to the side just enough to catch the girl's attention as he spoke, "Speaking of academic weaknesses, do you have a strategy in place for taking on the math portion of the exam?"

She instantly deflated, slumping forward and shaking her head, "I don't even know where to begin with a math review. Every time I look through my notes its like trying to read French; can't do it."

"I can help you with that, mon ami!" Aoyama wiggled his fingers in her direction, shooting a wink at her.

"It was a figure of speech, Aoyama-kun, but thanks." She let out a sheepish laugh as the dazzling boy shrugged his shoulders, lips curled into that familiar secretive smirk he always seemed to sport before turning back to the magazine he had been reading.

"Ashido-san! Kaminari-kun!" Midoriya called out, gaining the attention of the two teens currently stewing over their low class rankings, "Let's do our best on the exams! We all want to go to the training camp together, right?"

Iida perked up, moving quickly to stand at the head of the class to offer his own words of encouragement, "Yes! I firmly believe that the threat of not being able to attend the Training Camp will light a fire under all of us and push us to work even harder to strive for exemplary scores on our final exams. I look forward to seeing each and every one of you pass so that we may train even harder together this summer at camp!"

Todoroki let out a quiet sigh, tearing his eyes away from Natsumi to glance around the room boredly, "It's almost impossible to fail if you actually pay attention in class."

"Ouch, man." Kaminari whined, clutching his chest as if Todoroki's words had physically harmed him. It was no secret that the blonde had trouble focusing during lectures, it was so easy to let his mind wander and to tune out the monotonous drawl of their teacher's voice. For this reason, he had fallen behind and was in last place when it came to class ranking.

Yaoyorozu bit her lip, watching the scene unfold before her, the last thing she wanted to see was any of her classmates fail and not be eligible to attend the summer training camp. She cleared her throat, drawing the attention of her classmates to her with the gesture, "Hey, you two, I may be able to be of assistance with the class lectures."

Kaminari and Ashido both instantly perked up, matching grins lighting up their faces as they excitedly exclaimed, "Yao-momo!"

The taller girl's countenance quickly did a one-eighty and she hunched over her desk, mumbling self-deprecatingly to herself, "I can't help at all with the practical, though…"

Natsumi tilted her head at the girl sitting in front of her, a frown marring her pale lips, "What was that Yaoyorozu-san?"

Before Yaoyorozu had a chance to come up with an answer, Jirou shuffled over to her desk, fiddling with her ear-jacks anxiously while addressing the creation hero, "I'm not one of those two, but can I also join? I've been having some trouble with quadratic functions…"

The musician's sudden approach seemed to have pulled Yaoyorozu out of her thoughts, she tilted her head and uttered a confused, "Huh?"

Sero jumped out of his seat, clasping his hands together in front of himself, "Sorry, me too! How are you with classical Japanese?"

Suddenly it wasn't just Sero and Jirou asking to be let in on the study session, but nearly the entire class began to approach the kind-hearted girl, asking to be a part of the study group. Yaoyorozu felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes as she was surrounded by her classmates and she was unable to contain her own happiness. Her lips pulled back into a bright smile and she nodded her head, clapping her hands together, "Yes, of course!" She rocketed out of her seat in her excitement, "Then let us hold a study session at my house this weekend! We still have a couple weeks left before the actual exams take place, so we can meet up every weekend until then."

"Ahh! Are you serious? Oh my God I cannot wait to see your house!" Ashido squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

A light dusting of pink brought color to Yaoyorozu's cheeks, "Oh! In that case, I must tell mother and have her open up the hall!"

The hall? Natsumi blinked, W-what kind of fancy ass house does she live in?

"What kind of tea are you all partial to?" The creation hero asked, her voice heavy with excitement over the thought of having friends over, "In my family, we usually drink Harrod's or Wedgewood, so if you have any preference just let me know, please! Of course, you can count on me to help you study!"

The group of students huddled around her desk all stared blankly, blinking dumbly as Yaoyorozu continued. All of them thinking something along the lines of, I knew her family was rich but…shit.

Todoroki shifted his gaze over to his seatmate, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, "Will you be joining them?"

Natsumi blinked, tearing her attention away from the large group gathered around the girl seated in front of her, turning herself towards the boy to her right once more, "Nah, I'd never actually get any studying done with a group that large. I wouldn't be able to focus with that many distractions." She shrugged, "I'll figure something out."

Without taking the proper time to think about what he should say in response, the boy blurted out, "I could help you study."

She furrowed her brows, casting an almost surprised look in his direction, "You sure about that?"

He shrugged coolly, "I've helped you study before, I think I can handle it for a few hours."

"Oh? So, I'm manageable in small doses, is that what you're trying to say?" Natsumi quirked a brow, silently daring him to answer her.

"Basically." He shrugged his shoulders, lips pulling back into a small smirk.

Natsumi let out an indignant huff, crossing her arms over her chest, "So rude."

Todoroki chuckled, "If you want we can train in my family's dojo for a couple of hours and then work on reviewing for the written portion of the exam after."

She bit the inside of her cheek as she mulled over his offer, crimson eyes searching his own mismatched gaze for…she wasn't sure what. The prospect of spending an entire day with Todoroki was incredibly appealing to her and she couldn't fathom why that was but it simultaneously excited her and filled her with anxiety.

He regarded her quietly, she appeared to be deep in thought and that confused him more than anything. What's there to think about? Is she not interested in my help?

After what felt like an eternity where the two teens spent an awkward amount of time staring down the other, Natsumi blinked, as if pulling herself out of her own stupor. She peered up at him from beneath her long lashes and offered a small smile, "Okay, text me the details later. Make sure it's a day where you'll have the extra patience to deal with me and my inability to perform basic mathematical functions. Because I'm fucking useless when it comes to math."

Todoroki closed his eyes for a moment, when he opened them, she could see the amusement dancing across grey and turquoise. "I can't guarantee that you'll be any less useless at it, but here's to hoping we can get you a passing grade."

She snorted, "You're a Saint."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I do what I can."

I apologize to all the Todoroki stans because this was more of a Shinsou chapter than anything else. It started off as me just adding a small tidbit of their training because I plan on writing little bits here and there to show how he's progressing, but then it just evolved into them going to get icecream and meeting up with the others so…*shrugs*

Next chapter will be heavily filled with Todoroki goodness I promise, so don't hate me lmao!

Also, you KNOW I had to include the VERY REAL and VERY canon thing that Kaminari says to Shinsou the very first time they meet. Because that line had me dying after I read it so I knew I had to include it.

Thank you so much to everyone who read and reviewed last chapter, I appreciate each and every one of you!

Padgent – Aww, thank you so much! I'm so happy that you found this story and that you're liking it so far! (also sorry that you lost sleep because of binge reading xP). I know I know, I was also like "Natsu no! Don't just forgive them so quickly!" but, then I had to remember that she's just a kid and when you're young like that it's so easy to fall prey to pretty words and nostalgic memories. So of course she'd go running back to the twins with open arms, even if somewhere deep down she knows that it's not the best or healthiest thing for her to do. All she can think about is how things used to be between them and that's what she's wanting and hoping to have again.

Tamedbanshee – Don't you tempt me! Oh man, maybe I will write some BakugouxNatsu oneshots at some point, their friendship is so chaotic I love it. Seriously, some of my favorite scenes from this story so far are the ones between her and Bakugou. Their sibling rivalry type friendship just gives me life lmao

Emocean – I would totally say that they're best friends, but don't expect either of them to ever admit that because you'd be waiting a verrrryyyy long time lol! Thank you so much, I'm so happy that you enjoyed it! 😊