Uraraka Ochako. A name that many were well aware of within U.A. It stood for many things.

Part of the infamous villain-attracting Class 1-A, an important figure within the class, from the teachers' perspective.

A lovely lady who truly has a shining future, from her family's perspective.

A nice, kind, and generous person, from Deku's perspective.

Yet, for those in the know, which ranged from those in the entire first-year at U.A, some of the third-years, and even some of the aspiring heroes from other schools, Uraraka Ochako stood for something else entirely.

Evil incarnate.

Her mere existence spit in the face of every little goddamn thing they stood for , and there was no way she didn't know it.

"You think I should ask Toga if she can, like, turn into her and do something really embarrassing?" Todoroki brings up as he takes a seat in the common room. He meets the eyes of the other members, determination in his eyes. There's a fire in there that hasn't been lit since the sports festival, and there was good reason for it.

She's threatening to take him away from me, the ice-and-fire quirk user came to that conclusion multiple times, after taking different routes in an attempt to convince himself that a close friend of his truly wasn't malicious. He was hoping, praying, even, that Uraraka wouldn't do such a cruel thing as to take his smile for herself. Away from the D.C., more commonly known as The Deku Club.

An extensive history of the club existed ever since the first time they'd been exposed to his unwaveringly bright smile that they could've sworn was his actual quirk, yet, there had never been such a threat to the club's very existence until now. And it'd been from one of their own members, no less!

Iida furiously types up the document as more of the members arrive, the looks on their faces familiar ones. The class rep doesn't doubt they haven't been on his face. The furrowed eyebrows on Kaminari. The frustrated scowl on Jirou. The bilious thoughts running through Bakugo's mind that his face conveyed very clearly. Hell, even the agonized betrayal on Ashido's face seems familiar to him.

On the computer, the words appear instantly, his typing speed nearly unmatched, Yaoyorozu the only one who comes close.

Meeting 47, Main Branch of the D.C.

Meeting Purpose: Domestic Affairs

Meeting Subject: Betrayal

Uraraka Ochako

Monopoly

He clears his throat, the last few stragglers coming in. Kirishima and Asui were at their respective internship offices, yet they too were listening to the meeting, courtesy of bluetooth devices that Yaoyorozu had produced for them.

However, the subject matter for this meeting was unavailable until further notice, as she was sent on a separate patrol with Nejire, with Asui going alongside Ryukyu herself.

"I believe we are all aware of the purpose of this meeting," Iida begins, his tone grim and hands already resisting the urge to slam down onto the table in frustration, no doubt able to break it with the sheer jealousy and envy flowing through him. "I believe I should go over the details. For a recap, if you will."

With a nod to Yaoyorozu, she clicks a button on her pointer, causing the T.V. behind her to flash onto a new slide. It depicts Uraraka with a bright smile on her face, walking alongside Deku back from classes, the picture taken by Ashido, the class's master of collecting information through pictures.

"Uraraka. Our fellow classmate. Esteemed member of the D.C. Aspiring hero," Iida reintroduces her, venom seeping into his voice the more he speaks. "And a snake. Had it been anyone else! Kendou, Amajiki-senpai, hell, even if it was Inasa from Shiketsu! But, alas…" his voice trails off.

Sero nods from the other side, his voice coming in from the bluetooth audio, crossing his arms as unknown emotions flicker in his eyes, "It...It was our friend. She...she's stealing him! We can't let that happen!"

Tokoyami mutters, his tone dead yet eyes vivid, "There is no greater blessing than a family hand bringing you up from a fall; however, there is no greater curse than a family hand striking you down like swift lightning."

"Hush." Iida's words cut through the air, effectively putting a halt to his classmates voicing their feelings, though he could not help but agree with many of their sentiments.

He coughed, before forcing the words out of his mouth, "Simply put, Uraraka Ochako, while one of us, has committed one extreme transgression: She virtually has a monopoly on Midoriya's attention."

"We are all aware of what she has done to us. However, we as a group must discuss how to tackle the problem!" Yaoyorozu clicks her pointer again, and the next slide only covers one word, the first topic.

1) Assumptions

A month ago...

"Aizawa-sensei!" Iida practically teleported with how fast he was in front of his homeroom teacher on a Friday morning. "Is there a reason that Midoriya was unable to show up to class today?"

"Had I not asked that question in front of the entire class, perhaps this entire debacle could've been avoided," Iida lamented. The others could not blame him, for they shared an equal, if not greater amount of concern for their object of affection's absence.

"Mm," Eraserhead only hummed, tiredly walking up to the front of the class. "Yeah, he was being an idiot again."

"Again?!" Bakugo growled, cracking his knuckles, his worry behind his words overshadowed by the aggressive tone he used. "What sorta shit did Deku get himself into?!"

"It's too early for this," Aizawa muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he forced out the next words, already knowing the result of what he was about to say. "Problem Child, as you know, is in an internship at Nighteye's office."

Asui, Uraraka, and Kirishima's eyes twitched at hearing of his internship. Of course, they were glad that he was able to get closer to the dream he'd been focused on since day one, but the fact that a potential rival in the form of Mirio-senpai was getting closer to Deku as a result was troubling. They had no evidence, but the concern was there nonetheless.

"On a group patrol, all of them, they encountered a villain," Aizawa explained, before almost dryly laughing as he heard the incredulity of it all from Nighteye.

"In Centipeder's words, 'Midoriya simply forgot that Mirio could simply...phase through the villain's attack. As a result, he tried to take the hit for him. That is how he ended up in the hospital," Aizawa finished, keeping Centipeder's next words to himself. "I am starting to see why you refer to him as the Problem Child."

"The hospital?" Todoroki calmly repeated, though the worry flooding his eyes completely betrayed his cool demeanor. "We should head there after class."

"Well, duh!" Mineta hopped out of his seat, Shoji and Koda nodding in agreement. "We gotta! It's not like we've got much to do after class, right?!"

Your hormones baffle me, Aizawa muttered to himself under his capture tape, glad that the words didn't leak out. I know teens get horny. But this? I'm not getting paid enough for this.

"So, what should we do?" Jirou muttered, fiddling with her hands as she tried to act nonchalant, though her mind was racing about what she could do to help. "Do we need to bring something to the hospital?"

"We shouldn't have tried to look for something to bring," Sato cursed to himself, looking at the table in despair as they recalled the event. "I should've brought him a cake and that'd be the end of it."

Instead, they decided to drop by the mall before seeing Deku, shopping for various words.

Naturally, when the words of concern flew out of Uraraka's words, "I'm just going to go to the hospital now, okay? He probably just needs to know that we're worried about him," nobody paid them any attention. It was the right thing to do, after all. Plus, it gave them more time to pick gifts that were specifically tailored to Deku.

And yet, the hospital visit was one that almost put them in the hospital in their own right.

"Uraraka's probably already here," Hagakure sighed. She'd chosen to buy a new piece of All Might memorabilia for him; it was something that she was certain he'd already had, but he always positively glowed whenever he received a new piece of his merch. "We should ask where he is."

Yaoyorozu took the liberty of doing so, her conduct polite and refined as always, giving off a superior aura without even meaning to as she turned around to inform, "Room 307, second floor, hallway on the left."

After half of them crammed into the elevator while the other half scrambled up the stairs, they came face to face with the hallway they needed to go through. Travelling as a pack, they walked down the pure white hall until they saw the bright red numbers indicating Deku's room.

"I'm sorry," a doctor cleared his throat as he exited the room. "Due to his current condition, only one person at a time is allowed within the room." Their eyes widened instantly, their worry and anxiety shooting through the roof. They'd heard he was injured, but not to this degree!

Bakugo's mind instantly considered breaking that rule in an instant, even if it got him kicked out, though the one thing stopping him was whether or not it'd mean Deku's stress would go even higher. He'd known how sensitive he'd been his whole life; he wasn't going to ruin it now.

"Then one of us could go in there, correct?" Iida speedily interrupted, pushing his glasses up. He clenched the gift he'd brought in his right hand, knuckles white as he resisted the urge to crush the notebook and multitude of pencils he bought for Midoriya, fully aware of his hobby of learning more about any hero he could.

"Incorrect," the doctor's response was droll, shooting the teen down with a look. "His girlfriend's already in there."

…

Silence.

Utter silence.

Kirishima learned about how Eri's quirk was to reverse time, even if it was only for specific subjects.

He never considered time freezing to be a quirk before, but now, he stood, unsure of even that.

The doctor knocked on the door once, and in that one knock, the entirety of Class 1-A felt their heart skip a beat, registering one word.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

The door opened, warm brown eyes and a light blush meeting them, "Hi, guys!"

Uraraka Ochako stepped out of the room with a light wave and a voice that seemed like her soul was slowly coming into contact with nirvana, "He's awake now, if you want to talk to him!" As she took a step to the side, she seemed more bubbly and bright than ever, a new pep in her step like never before.

Asui glared holes into the back of her former best friend's head, I...I thought you were a great person! I thought, I could've sworn that you wouldn't do this to me, not like this! You...you. You goddamn fly!

Uraraka, on the other hand, couldn't help but blush away from their hostile eyes, Oh my god! He called me Deku's girlfriend! Does it really look like that?! Subconsciously, she started skipping with glee, completely unaware of the murderous intent directed right onto her from her classmates turned enemies.

She played us like a fiddle, Iida determined, feeling something unknown bubble up inside him. If looks could kill, she'd be way further down than six feet under.

He remembered all the times where he, Uraraka, and Midoriya studied. All the times they hung out after class. All the times that they'd spent going to the mall, hanging out, just being close together.

How cold. He realized, a chill shooting down his spine. She...she was able to throw all that away in an instant.

How selfish can one person be?

We cannot allow him to seem like he is in a relationship, AT ALL COSTS!

"It pains me to admit this," Iida's voice quiets, lowering to an almost psychotic, theatre-esque tone. "but it's true. Of all the people that look like they're in a relationship, it's those two." His words were filled with envy, each syllable he spit out taking out more and more of his soul.

"Which we can't let happen," Ojiro declares forcefully, not unlike that of a military commander, his tail slamming into the ground to relieve his frustration. "Of everyone, it should be me!"

He only receives understanding glares as a result; hell, they probably had the exact same thing on their mind.

"Well, it should be me," Yaoyorozu grandly gestures to herself before turning back to the screen, "But that's for another debate. Right now, we can't afford infighting when there's already such a clear traitor among us."

Nods of affirmation rose from the crowd, before Sato raises his hand, "How could we even approach such a problem? It's not like we can just tell them to not hang out as much; Midoriya would cry if he was told to spend less time with someone."

He winces at his words. He couldn't imagine the pain he'd feel if he were to be the one to cause Midoriya's tears, and neither could the rest of the classmates.

"Yeah, that's off the table... " Hagakure regretfully agrees, knowing the only other option in her mind would be for someone to replace Uraraka in that, which would only cause yet another outrage. Though, she knew that she wouldn't blame Uraraka for wanting to stay in that position of power she possessed.

Asui's static-like voice quietly comes from the bluetooth, the connection on her internet clearly not going so well for her, "What if we organize more group hangouts? That way, we'd be able to have equal chances to hang out with Midoriya, kero." She puts a finger on her chin, thinking of it as a valid possibility while narrowing her eyes in thought.

"That's not gonna work either, dipshit!" Bakugo snarls, having already thought of it. "Then it's gonna fall to the same goddamn groups, which favor you too!"

Of course, ever since the fourth…

(Meeting 4, Main and Secondary Branches of the D.C; Meeting Purpose: Interrogation; Meeting Subject; Established Connections; Meeting Name: Iida-Uraraka-Midoriya Trilogy, Workaround )

and the fifth…

(Meeting 5, Main Branch of the D.C; Meeting Purpose: Domestic Affairs; Meeting Subject: Established Connections; Meeting Name: Todoroki-Iida-Midoriya Trilogy, Internship ),

and even the 37th meeting...

(Meeting 37, Main and Third-Year Branch of the D.C; Meeting Purpose: U.A Affairs; Meeting Subject: Developing Interactions; Meeting Name: Kirishima-Uraraka-Asui-Midoriya and Mirio-Nejire-Amajiki-Midoriya Conflicts, Internship V.2 ),

These four groups were established as the absolutes. The names established within them were the ones to be most wary of, as they were the ones who Midoriya interacted with most outside of class. While Uraraka's name was on there twice, so was Iida's.

So, why did the Class/D.C Rep not consider himself nearly as big a threat as Uraraka?

The doctor's words.

Girlfriend.

They ring in his head, and sting his heart like a wasp. His heart felt...constricted, like an anaconda crushing his ribs just to get to it. His throat clogs up again, but slapping his forehead to knock him out of it seemed to work, a habit he'd gradually developed since the establishment of the D.C.

"Perhaps we could make a schedule that has people that aren't in those groups?" Shoji suggests with a wave of one of his arms, though his words garbled together as he himself struggled to get the memory of the doctor calling somebody else Midoriya's significant other out of his mind. "For example, if Midoriya's free one day, a group consisting of Jirou, Kaminari, and Yaoyorozu could hang out with him. Another day that he's free, Tokoyami, Mineta, and Shoji could. It'd mean that different people get more consistent amounts of time while simultaneously not singling out Uraraka." Despite his aversion to an excess of attention, he had quickly become a key figure in the D.C, as the one who was able to keep rational more often than everyone else, especially when conflict involving time with Midoriya came up.

"We'll consider it!" Yaoyorozu quickly accepts before Iida could try refuting it; it was a compromise, of course, that took away from his time with the cinnamon roll. "Next topic!"

She presses the button once more, the next issue on the powerpoint being projected.

"Jirou, Kaminari, Ashido, I believe you three are best suited to speak of her most recent transgression."

The three rise up from their seats, grim, pained expressions on their faces as they'd remembered a tough battle that they'd lost.

"Of course," The alien queen glumly mutters, never having expected she'd have to go against one of her friends like this, before raising her voice for the rest of the D.C to hear. "Issue number 2!"

2) Manipulation

A week ago...

If there was one attribute that Midoriya displayed at all times whenever he wasn't being the best goddamn hero 1-A had ever seen, it was kindness.

Midoriya, at all times, was extremely considerate. He'd offer to help cook, he'd offer to be the one to fix what he could. Hell, Tokoyami had to stop him from waking up so goddamn early on the weekends to get all the morning chores out of the way so that the rest of them didn't have to and could enjoy their days!

They never thought that somebody would need to be more selfish; after all, there were a ton of people who already were overly selfish. However, when it came to Deku, they were 99% certain that his selflessness (and constant urge to sacrifice himself in a blaze of glory) outweighed all of their selfishness, just for the sake of helping people and making them smile.

Which made it so. fucking. difficult.

Despite being somebody that was undoubtedly reliable, somebody that people could lean on to cry, somebody that had had the trust, respect, and utmost affection from everyone, they couldn't. They wouldn't. They wouldn't dare to.

Not a single person, ever, within 1-A, had asked a favor of Midoriya. Not even Bakugo.

Whenever they tried, one thought popped up in their minds: He already does so much for us! I can't just...ask him to do more!

The unwavering parental-like affection and care he and Mirio (Goddamn Mirio-Senpai, taking a parental role alongside Midoriya, that should be me!) showed Eri was a clear sign of how much of how far he'd go for somebody else. He'd learned how to make candy apples from Sato, he'd learned how to knit to make a sweater for her, he'd even asked Asui how to communicate well with younger people, since she had younger siblings (Which he did in front of everyone else. Asui gladly helped him out, in a way that most definitely didn't earn the jealous looks of everyone else the moment Midoriya accidentally called her "Tsuyu-sensei!").

Long story short, Deku was the kindest cinnamon roll on Earth with a perfect smile and sweet eyes and an aura of absolute fucking adorableness and there was nothing that could convince the D.C that he didn't have all those traits.

Why did all of this matter?

Because of the combination of those traits. Deku's unbelievable kindness paired with the fact that he was the most attractive being to ever exist? Who cares if you go to heaven if you haven't seen Deku's smile when he gifts you something from the bottom of your heart?

The problem came in the fact that seeing someone else on the receiving end of that gorgeous smile was something else entirely. It wasn't his fault, of course; he just wanted to help.

But when that smile and loving intent is on someone other than you, at least, that's how Todoroki put it, it feels...wrong.

"Duh, it feels wrong, idiot!" Bakugo spewed out at him. "That smile is mine!"

"Not yours, it's mine!" The rest of the club voiced out their dissent.

"Yo, Midoriya!" Kaminari's cheerful voice piped up, slinging an arm around the shy teen with a grin on his face. "You mind helping me choose some outfits?" Midoriya'd never been one for too much fashion (after all, his entire fashion sense was modeled after All Might and nothing else), but he was more than willing to help his friends in whatever way he could, even if his most common response was to say that they looked fantastic, which, in his eyes, they did. Any outfit that looked better than homeless seemed like absolute gold to him, pretty much.

That didn't mean they wouldn't soak up the praise like a sponge, though.

"Sure!" He chirped, holding onto the straps of the bag he brought with him as he jogged up to the electricity user. "What are you gonna try on?" He fiddled with his fingers, looking around at all the clothes. A single thought hit his mind: I wonder if there are any cool hero shirts!

"Mainly just some casual clothes, you know?" Kaminari shrugged, suddenly finding Midoriya's free hand oddly interesting, though Deku himself didn't notice it. "Thinking I might hang out with someone in it, you know?"

"Oh, really?" The response came so quickly that Kaminari was almost knocked off his feet. For a moment he considered the possibility that he'd quickly picked up on what he meant by hanging out with someone, and who that someone could've referred to, before dismissing the thought, seeing how his eyes were innocent and unsuspecting as always.

"Y-Yeah!" He hesitantly stuttered out, a soft blush covering his cheeks as he tried to show a taciturn smile. It didn't suit him. That was fine with him, though. It worked far better on someone who was actually shy.

It only took a few minutes for the two of them to meet back up with Jirou and Ashido, who'd grabbed some various things that they, too, would be trying to get Deku to see them in. After all, while they knew that he didn't care about appearances, it'd be a great opportunity to spend some time with him so he could know them even better!

"You got what you want?" Jirou drawled out, her brain cells slowly sapping out of her the moment she saw Kaminari, who she could've sworn had a different quirk that made people dumber just by standing near him. Kaminari hit her with a shit-eating smirk, and she tensed. For the idiot he was, he sure had an uncanny ability to come up with plans that, while usually either incredibly simple or incredibly stupid, worked like a charm, more often than not, in his favor.

"Almost!" He spoke, though his tone held fifty different layers of sewage water all piled upon each other like sediment, and that's when Ashido realized it: Kaminari was a guy.

Obviously.

The bigger benefit that came with it?

That Deku was far less hesitant to go into a changing room with another guy. After all, from what Bakugo told them, the two of them regularly played in the sandbox shirtless, meaning he'd had years of experience with getting comfortable with it.

"We just have to try these on!" The words that they were dreading came to them, stabbing them like an arrow through the heart, but one that was poisoned by some demon beneath. They'd done their best to get Deku to get into the rather large changing rooms, but only two had succeeded.

Asui, after having the unbelievable willpower that nobody else could muster to ask Deku to help him out (something which, by the way, took the soul out of her afterwards as overthinking of whether or not she asked too much of him), and one other.

Kendou. Surprisingly enough, the two of them had gotten to know each other after Midoriya had been curious about how her quirk worked, she made the rather convenient excuse that she'd need to change into different clothes, ones that supposedly required somebody's assistance to get on quickly and efficiently.

"Poor Deku-kun," Yaoyorozu cutely pouted. "Falling for such an obvious lie. He has a heart of gold, thinking that literally nobody would lie if they're one of his friends."

Jirou scoffed, "If anything, I'm more surprised that Kendou would be so quick to lie, even if it was a garbage lie in the first place."

As Deku and Kaminari walked towards the fitting rooms, Jirou's eyes narrowed, making a reminder to jam her jacks right into his eyes later for looking down so triumphantly on her.

Kaminari clicked his tongue, smirking to himself, Me: 1. Jirou and Ashido: 0.

"You wanna tell me why you look like you're about to hop into a grave?" Jirou casually took a sip of her drink at the food court, seeing Kaminari's form practically fade away into that of a skeleton, similar to All Might after his fight with All for One. "Could've sworn you were so goddamn high and mighty earlier. Where'd that go?" She stuck one of her jacks into the ground discreetly, making sure that Deku hadn't come back from the bathroom.

Ashido snorted, "Yeah! If Deku was complimenting my body, I'd be, like, ascended right now!"

They tried to provoke him, though considering how he looked, it was clear that it wouldn't work. Hair disheveled worse than any bed head they'd ever seen, eyebags that somehow came to him within the span of thirty minutes, mouth slightly parted like he hadn't had any energy left to keep it closed. They'd never seen him so down before.

Kaminari's words seemed jaded, eyes listless as he spoke without any hint of emotion, "She's a fucking snake."

Of course, while Iida disapproved of swearing, it didn't mean they wouldn't swear. Of course, they didn't swear around Deku, the sole exception being Bakugo, but otherwise, they swore to their hearts' content.

That being said, they'd never heard such genuine emotion behind the swear before, like he had a driving force.

"Uh...who?" Ashido tilted her head, completely confused. "Like, did a worker interrupt your sexy time or something?" She snorted; as if Kaminari of all people would be the one to pull something off on Midoriya first.

Kaminari shook his head, speaking the name of the demon that'd supposedly corrupted Deku's focus, "Uraraka." The name sent shivers down Jirou and Ashido's spine.

They gulped together, dread creeping upon them. No. It couldn't be. They'd already lost a key checkpoint to her!

"You…" His voice became shaky, uncertain like he had just learned the day he would die. "You…" he could feel his throat and mouth dry up, before forcing the words out of his mouth. "Y-You wanna hear what he said?"

Jirou forced herself to nod, knowing full well that she did, in fact, not want to hear what he said.

"W-Well," Kaminari began, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his face hardening into a battle-ready expression. "When we were in the fitting ro-"

"Oh! Hey, guys!" Deku tweeted, similar to a bluebird. "You guys wanna see the things I bought for Uraraka?!" Without waiting, clearly caught up by the excitement, he brought out two space-related pairs of pajamas, showing them off to the group. "She mentioned that she wanted some space pajamas, so I thought it'd be a cool gift for the two of us to wear! Kaminari said so too!"

Ashido turned catatonic, her usual ammunition of quips and jokes completely failing her, her brain short-circuiting like Kaminari's normally would. She leaned back in her chair, contemplating whether or not a judge would accept the reason of "she was trying to take away Deku's smile from me," even though she thought it was a perfectly logical reason.

Jirou looked at Kaminari, absolutely 100% envious of his uncanny ability to spew bullshit, even if she could sense the blood in his mouth from lying through his teeth to such an absurd degree.

Midoriya. And Uraraka. In matching pajamas. That he bought for the two of them. Jirou's mind slowly connected the dots. That'd be...so. Fucking. Adorable. Had it not been matching with HER!

To her, she was currently in use of the one brain cell that people had to share whenever Deku was around, his smile making anyone losing their train of thought. That meant it was up to her to make sure there was some way out of it.

Even if it meant saying something she'd normally never say.

"S-Say...M-Midoriya…" she slowly started, before gaining a little bit of traction as she fiddled with her earphone jacks. "You think we can have some...m-matching pajamas too?" Her voice started off slow, yet loud, before turning incredibly fast and almost silent by the end, Midoriya barely being able to catch her words. He noticed the growing color on her face slowly turn her entire face tomato-red, though didn't point it out, making a note to buy medicine if she happened to have a fever later.

In an instant, he went from ecstatic to absolutely radiant, to the point where the sun itself couldn't hope to rival the positive energy coming from him, "Of course! We should get some too, right, Kaminari? Ashido? We can all have some sort of matching pair stuff!"

Jirou nodded a little more excitedly than she intended, the largest weight off her shoulders as she felt a satisfactory victory far greater than passing her final test with Koda.

Crisis averted, the three of them thought, clearly relieved, Ashido and Kaminari making a mental note to prostrate themselves in front of Jirou later for her brave act of heroism.

One should not take advantage of his kindness!

As the three of them take their seat, shakiness in the entire foundation of the dorm building rises. For how unusually still every single one of them were, the building itself seemed like it was about to burst from the sheer jealousy they felt towards Uraraka, the blood pressure of the entire campus nearly doubling from only 18 students.

Asui's bluetooth suddenly blares, "Froppy, you okay?" They vaguely recognize the voice as Ryukyu, who she'd been on a patrol with. "You look more like a villain than a hero."

"It's. Fine." They could practically see her lying through her teeth, but they couldn't blame her. A few more seconds passed before the Dragon Hero dismisses it, before Asui mutters into the microphone, "The fact that I'm so close to Ochako-chan because we're in the same internship makes it so hard to not throttle her with my full power, I swear, kero."

"You have my full permission to do so," Iida gravely mutters, the soul sucked out of him. Why hadn't he thought of suggesting matching pajamas, matching anything, matching something gift? Why hadn't he?

"Do we really need to get to the next point?" Todoroki questions, his eyes reminiscent of how he fought against Deku in the sports festival. "I think we have enough evidence to make a decision right now."

"And your decision would be…?" Yaoyorozu prompts, taking a seat alongside them. Don't get her wrong; if anything, she wholeheartedly agreed with the overwhelming presence of evidence against Uraraka to make a decision right now.

"Execution."

"Out of the question," Iida instantly shoots him down. "We cannot stoop down to her level! Granted, what that'd do would be a little better, but it's on the same range!"

"Then expulsion," Todoroki counters, suddenly feeling the urge to let out his frustration via his quirk. "And if not that, then separation from Deku for five days."

"Tch," Bakugo gruffly scoffs, kicking his feet on the table. "Expulsion's the only option, then. Don't you think Deku'd think that Round Cheeks is purposely avoiding him? He'd fucking think it'd all be his fault or something."

"Expulsion? For what?" Aizawa mutters, as if the mere word summoned him to the common room. "Did Mineta try to do something again?"

Upon hearing Aizawa's voice, Kirishima and Asui instantly log off from the bluetooth call, clearly prepared with an escape plan.

"No, Aizawa-sensei," Iida denies, though Aizawa's eyes weren't on any of the students. No, his eyes were on the powerpoint, seeing the words, "One should not take advantage of his kindness!"

The room turns silent, watching him walk over to the computer that the powerpoint was on, before he pressed a few buttons on the computer, scrolling through the various slides. With each slide that he passes through, Kaminari, the one closest to him, could've sworn that he saw the apathy in his eyes leave, only to be filled with disappointment a second later.

He locks eyes with the Class Rep, as if shouldering the blame all onto him, "I thought you were better than this."

They don't know whether or not to take it as an embarrassment, or if there was a different issue at hand, before Aizawa continues, "I understand you are all teenagers, which comes with...hormones. That being said. Why is every single one of you into Problem Child of all people?"

What he sees was what he wished he could see in class. As everyone raises their hands, like they had a million different reasons per person, they had more energy in that than whenever they'd been learning. It was astounding how much they'd thought about this, like they'd prepared for the question.

He internally cringes, realizing what direction they probably would've taken it, "Don't answer the question. I'm not going to tell you to outright stop, because I'm not getting into a teenager's personal life. But, I have something to say."

He turns the computer around, showing the third point:

3) Deku's Chastity!

"Now, I don't care whatever reason you have," Aizawa mutters, disbelieving of the fact that he wasn't already on his way to Nezu with a request to resign. "But this is the dumbest thing I've seen from a class in quite some time, so I just...have to go over it."

"First off. Do you really think Deku is interested in somebody's body for a reason other than learning about their quirk?" A good point. "Do you think that Uraraka Ochako, of all people, would try to...as you would put it, probably, violate his chastity?" Another good point. "And, for the love of god, because I already know you all are thinking it, do you really think that they'd reach that stage before they told you guys they were together?"

As he brings up three killer points that had quite literally no bias other than wanting them to shut up, they sat down in their seats, taking in the information.

Aizawa sighs, shaking his head as he walked to the door, his voice quieting to a low mutter, "The point about them being in a room together doesn't even make any sense if they were studying; it's not like these walls are thick enough that you wouldn't be able to hear."

He exits the room, his mug of coffee quickly being switched out to a whole bottle of vodka the moment he exited the dorm building, "I need to put in a request for a pay raise…"

In the room, however, the atmosphere was completely unlike it was just a minute before. With thirty seconds, and the power of actually using a brain, Aizawa had wiped out their points entirely. If he could apply that logic to one point, he sure as hell could've done it to the rest of the powerpoint.

"Was...this all...a baseless worry, then?" Iida whispers, almost silent to the point where, if there were any external noises, he wouldn't have been heard. "Of...Of course. There's no way that she'd purposely betray us, right? Not after everything?"

Aoyama gulps, nodding, though his voice held little confidence, " Non, I can't say she would…"

A thick, tense silence rose into the room, each mind left to their own devices as they considered Aizawa's words.

Until the buzz of a phone went off from Iida's pocket. As he reached into it, he pressed the green answer button without even thinking, his mind in clear disarray.

"Iida!" Midoriya's excited voice went off, instantly knocking everyone out of their catatonic state to listen to what was going on. "Can you ask everyone if they want something from the store? I'm buying some snacks for movie night!"

Bless his soul, Iida thought, before showing his phone to the rest of the class, "Well?"

"Uh…" Kaminari blinked, before gathering himself enough to speak, "Sour patch kids?"

"Sure!" Midoriya chirps. "Uraraka! Can you add Sour Patch Kids to the list?" Their bodies tense up, and Yaoyorozu recognizes the tension. Her body reaches a point of the fight-or-flight instinct that far surpasses that of when they saw All for One.

As they hear a female voice nod, saying, "Gotcha!" they recognize it. They recognize it all too well.

"Wait, Midoriya," Iida begins, dryness in his voice. "Uraraka's with you?"

"Mhm!" He nods, confirming their worst fear. "Ryukyu said that Asui and Uraraka could go home, and that Nejire-senpai would finish cleaning up, so I asked Uraraka if she could help me shop."

"Ah. Good to know," Iida blandly states, though there's no emotion in his tone.

"Well, do you guys want anything else?" Midoriya asks, waiting for another response that has something to do with the store.

Iida musters enough energy to look at his classmates, only to be met with what he could have confused as people at a funeral, completely lost and desolate. Even Hagakure, one of the most bubbly ones, is completely silent, her uniform unmoving.

"No, that'll be all," he whispers, his voice fading into obscurity mid-way through the sentence.

"Okay!" Midoriya doesn't notice the desperation in his voice. "We'll be back soon!"

As he ends the call, Iida falls back into his seat, a solid minute passing. The entire room stays still.

They share one collective thought: She'd definitely betray us on purpose.

Eventually, Iida somehow, even baffling himself, is able to reach for the computer; out of everyone, it is only him who has enough energy in his brain to actually function, typing out a single sentence onto the meeting document.

Final decision of Meeting 47 (Monopoly): The highest punishment of Uraraka Ochako