If you were to record the ratio of absolutely destroying your ears to normally speaking, there's only one person who truly sits atop the peak of incessant yelling. In Class 1-A, in the entirety of U.A, every single school in Japan, all aspiring and even current heroes, all of them simply could not come close, and some have theorized that, even collectively, the entire population of Earth, when stacked up against this one man, would fall short.

If you were to ask about hero names, you'd hear quite a few things. Hero names related to the hero's quirk. Hero names that were bland, to the point of even just being their names. Hero names that seemed like you'd see them in an Xbox Call of Duty lobby in 2013. Hero names that'd make you wonder how their agent ever approved them. Hero names that seemed really cool and unique, something that truly encapsulated who they were, such as All Might. And of course, hero names like "Lord Explosion Murder," or even worse, something like "Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite."

If you were to wonder whether or not people you know today could have been birthed from a god, this man would be supple evidence in support of gods birthing children, as they would most certainly be the child of Lyssa, the god of anger and rage.

If you were to investigate how a love-hate relationship would work, you'd look at him for the textbook model. After all, Class 1-A themselves couldn't figure out for the life of them how someone could be so hostile towards Midoriya (none of them could even fathom wiping the absolutely beautiful smile that usually instilled the thought of "Yeah, I want to marry him right now and there's nothing you can do about it," off of his face) while also being unbelievably whipped for him.

If you were to wonder who happened to have the same voice actor as Nishinoya Yuu from Haikyuu, Karma Akabane from Assassination Classroom, Ryo Kurokiba from Shokugeki no Soma, and Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist, among others, you'd include him on this list.

In all of those hypothetical scenarios, you could point to Bakugo Katsuki and it'd ring true.

1-A regarded him as two things: A rival, and a megaphone trapped in a human's body that happened to cause collateral damage in explosions that taxes definitely didn't cover.

As such, there was nobody that screamed as much as him. They genuinely did believe that the screams from 1-A, 10B, and probably the entirety of U.A would all be drowned out by Bakugo's screams just by sheer quantity alone, not even including the magnitude and power, the soul that he invested into each and every single one of those screams.

Naturally, those screams happened on a daily basis, leading to Class 1-A hearing a variety of emotions being poured into each individual scream.

Resentment. Anger. Hatred. Frustration. Wrath. All of that stuff. Once, it even came to the point of which screams would be heard. Until Bakugo realized that they were betting on his screams, that was.

They'd heard him scream at Midoriya. Screaming at practically everyone in 1-A. Screaming at the teachers, his own mother, anything living, non-living, hell, probably screaming at stuff in the astral plane was an everyday occurrence for Bakugo.

Yet, in all the months they'd spent with him in class, all the time they'd spent living with him in the dorms, they'd never heard anyone scream like he had.

Horror.

Fear.

Despair.

Distress.

Those were the few words that describe the absolute pain escaping Bakugo at that moment.

How?! He cried to himself. How could I lose this way?!

Where?! He clawed at his hair, the urge for explosions to go off rising in an instant. Where did I go wrong?! I fucked up! I fucked up!

Of all the reasons that he thought he could lose to someone else when it came to wooing Deku's heart, he didn't think it would've been one that'd been building up ever since they were kids.

His sorrowful, defeated cries echoed throughout the halls, across the dorms, barreling and tumbling down the staircase, until it reached the common room.

All the way to the rest of 1-A.

Five minutes ago...

"Dinner's ready!" Iida called out after getting the signal from Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, and Sato, who'd offered to cook for today. "Everyone, come downstairs!"

As he continued to set up the table, seeing his friends pour into the room, he nodded to himself as he watched them all enter.

Ashido. Asui. Kirishima. Jirou. Uraraka. He continued his tally until he counted all the way down to two people remaining. Bakugo, who was usually late to dinner in the first place, and Midoriya. Iida narrowed his eyes a little.

That's odd. Typically, Midoriya's one of the first ones here, He recalled all the times that his wonderful Deku had come downstairs, usually in his All-Might t-shirt, to help set the table with him. This is a...predicament.

He could practically feel the demon and angel versions of him standing on his shoulders, urging him to follow their own paths, like you'd see in a cartoon movie.

"C'mon, go check on him!" His cartoonish, immoral caricature urged him on. "You'd be his hero! Imagine how much closer you can get from there!"

Iida gulped; to him, that was more than reason enough.

"No, no, no. You're forgetting, Midoriya may be a trouble magnet, but he's responsible enough to not get injured in his own room," His more rational side deduced, before adding a side note. "Hopefully."

Luckily, there was someone far less rational entering the room at that very moment: Bakugo Katsuki. As someone who never listened to the direct commands of someone else, unless they were as powerful and respected as All Might, he was dubbed the truly uncontrollable subject, that which could not be contained.

Supposedly, from Ashido's words, no plan that the Deku Club could ever form would be immune to him. It was just far too difficult to even imagine controlling Bakugo. Of course, the main exception would be whether or not his actions would cause Midoriya to be genuinely sad and disheartened instead of temporarily hurt for a minute or two, a fine line that Bakugo tiptoed every single day of his life, but that was all he could come up with.

That being said, if you had more than two brain cells functioning at all times, something that Iida thought of mentioning multiple times to her face (if only to get back at her for all the times that she casually danced with Deku in the common room), one would easily figure out that Bakugo, in his effort to never have to listen to someone else, would always do the exact opposite of what you suggested, especially if you were to suggest he was incapable of doing something.

Naturally, Iida took to action, the class rep within him speaking, "Bakugo, would you mind getting..." he paused for a moment, dramatically tilting his head as if he was actually racking his brain, what he truly considered a tactical ploy before continuing. "Actually, never mind. I'll get him myself. After all, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to be brought to dinner through so much noise."

"Huh?!" He growled instantly, his hands crackling ever-so-slightly. "I'll show you quiet, four-eyes! Prove it to you right now!"

Of course, in his attempt to be quiet, he stomped up the stairs like the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk.

As Bakugo finally disappeared up the stairs, Iida continued setting the table. It only took a minute for it to be done, especially as more people joined in to help him.

Good, Iida sighed, finally placing the last plate down. Now, where could they be?

"They're taking an awfully long time, aren't they?" He could feel his inner urge tell him yet again, scratching and poking at his irrational worry. "Maybe you should...check on them."

Yet, before he even had the chance to retort, a blood-curdling scream came through the halls.

Terror. They'd never heard that from Bakugo before.

Kirishima instantly popped up from his seat, sprinting towards the hall. He'd never heard his best bro so distressed before, and he was about to get to the bottom of it.

Before he realized.

Oh, before he fucking realized.

It only took a moment for Kirishima to slam his own laptop on the dinner table, causing the plates and glasses of water to shake for a moment. Shoji, the closest to him, could've sworn he'd seen tears prick at the edges of Kirishima's eyes, alarm raising in the back of his own mind at the very sight.

"Cancel dinner!" He practically cried out, cracks in his voice as he dragged Bakugo's motionless, almost catatonic body (Todoroki would've relished the silence, had it not been for the fact that Deku still wasn't here and both Bakugo and Kirishima had failed to bring him from his room) into his chair, before slamming his head down onto the table. "I...we fucked up! We should've just...asked Kendo to fix it! Asked Shinsou to stop it! Anything!"

"Stop what, Kirishima?!" Asui interrupted instantly; she'd noticed from the very start that two people had been sent to retrieve Deku, and if she wasn't going to get an update on how her little precious love of her life was doing, she was about to storm upstairs and be far more manly than either Bakugo or Kirishima were willing to be right now.

He bit his lip, hands violently shaking as he typed a few words on the laptop. (Naturally, the meeting document was in the Google Docs folder that they'd created specifically to compile their meetings. Whatever they needed to discuss, they had on record to bring up for future meetings.) He took a deep breath, a few tears falling onto the wooden table as he slowly shifted the laptop for them to see.

Meeting 17, Main Branch of the D.C (Secondary Branch? Maybe?)

Meeting Purpose: holy fuck deku please don't hurt me like this i can't take this right now this is so unmanly

Iida raised an eyebrow at that; from what he could remember, they had had four set meeting purposes so far, and this certainly wasn't one of them.

He kept reading, only to realize the magnitude of the situation.

Meeting Subject: Outside Interference

Dating Sims

The Deku Club V.S. Waifus

"I...I told you!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Yaoyorozu. "You...you said it was just a phase of his! That...that he'd get out of it!" She only blinked, though the dots were slowly starting to connect in her mind. Bakugo bit his lip, the fact that he knew the full story eating away at him. Even if it would help them understand, there was no way that he'd willingly throw away his entire reputation like this.

"What do waifus have to do with this?!" Mineta shouted over him, slamming his hands on the table in frustration, no doubt from the hunger building up. "We already knew Deku was waifu material!"

Kirishima bit his lip, forcing himself to show the picture that he'd pushed himself to take. He clicked the right arrow on the computer, showing the file.

They gasped. There laid Deku, the very one they were looking for.

Aoyama's eyes teared up a little, realizing that, of course, dinner could wait, "He...who did this to him?"

His nose was bleeding. He was unconscious, clearly overwhelmed. Had it not been for the bed that he had fallen on, he most certainly would've concussed himself (or worse, at least in Izuku's mind, damaged one of his All Might merchandise. While they loved buying him things, Todoroki undoubtedly beat them out in that category, including Yaoyorozu, with the overwhelming amount of money he'd taken from Endeavor's account, available to him literally wherever he went.)

"Fuck." Iida wouldn't have given half a damn with the swear that so casually came out of Kaminari's mouth, for he had been thinking the exact same thing thousands of times over. "God, you're right. Why didn't we stop him?!"

"That doesn't matter right now!" Yaoyorozu interrupted, an offended hand on her chest; deflecting the blame wasn't something she normally did, but seeing this in front of her? None of that mattered now.

After all, their precious, innocent, beautiful and kind and absolutely incorruptibly pure lovable hero that stood for everything good in the world was being exposed to something only expected to be viewed by Mineta, and to a lesser extent, Kaminari.

Heropop. A game that'd been well and away banned in the dorms. Aizawa, who'd never bothered to explain minor rules for the sole reason of Iida's presence (who'd literally memorized the student handbook and other rules that teachers had mentioned to the point where he knew it more than Aizawa himself did). Of all the people to enforce the rules, who better than someone who knew the rules just as well as Nezu did?

Now, of course, Aizawa understood that teenagers have hormones. Never something he'd had to deal with. Of course, normal hormonal responses, he'd experienced in unusually high concentrations for some part, mostly cortisol after having to deal with present Mic his whole life as well as Midoriya's unusually high determination to toss himself into certain death, which came around far more often than he anticipated.

That being said, Aizawa did not want to get into whatever the hell they got into for their hobbies. He could respect Jirou's passion for music, or Kirishima's fervent passion to keep himself in shape, or Hagakure's social personality drawing people to her. All of those were respectable personality traits that, most of the time, were beneficial.

Bringing NSFW material that included literal porn drawn of professional heroes to be put into a game did not seem to fall into that realm of being respectable.

Granted, the picture that Kirishima had shown to the class was at such an angle that it barely looked like porn, but he knew. They knew. They knew the very clear outline of Rumi Usagiyama, the Rabbit Hero, and her tanned, toned, and goddamn glistening sexy it not been for the horrid situation and the context of the situation, Mineta would've even asked where he could get a copy of the game.

The fact of the matter is, somehow, Deku had come across NSFW art of a hero that he'd undoubtedly taken an incredible amount of notes on. Knowing him, they couldn't even blame him. If anything, he probably thought of it as a good way to learn some trivia about the heroes, if he hadn't already learned it.

And they hated it. They hated the fact that he fainted from it.

If Deku should be fainting from the sight of anyone's body like that, it should be me! The thought rang through some of their minds, though unless they were Ashido, they wouldn't even dare risk saying that out loud.

Though that was irrelevant.

What truly mattered was clear to them from the very start.

Iida's shaky, uncertain voice cut through the tense silence, "We...we need to find out a few things."

He grabbed the computer, his emotions too riled up to even think about changing the meeting subject line, before typing out a few key things after failing to coordinate his fingers, his mind running wild with the possibilities of what could've possibly tried to corrupt someone like Deku of all people.

And so, the long endurance battle of what meeting 17 entailed began.

A) Why was he playing it in the first place?

Midoriya Izuku was many things. Smart. Determined. Heroic. Taciturn.

Being observant was a two-sided coin for him. He'd always been able to discern whether or not someone was disliking him, but never able to realize that someone liked him. He'd become immune (at least, how he showed it on his face) to people's dislike of him, yet always felt flustered whenever someone even mildly praised him.

Similarly, Midoriya was never able to realize when somebody wanted to talk to him, simply because he thought he wasn't someone that people would want to talk to (despite all the overwhelming evidence in Class 1-A), but was always able to recognize the tiniest of hints when someone wanted to investigate something about him. His past seemed to be, for some reason that Deku couldn't pick apart, the most interesting thing that his classmates wanted to find out about, but he had the feeling this was different.

In every single way, this felt...odd. Of all the cringeworthy secrets that he didn't want them to know, it'd be that he liked playing dating sims in his free time. And it wasn't even because he liked thinking of the characters in a romantic light! He just liked having some cool fictional friends!

So why were they looking at him like he was a puzzle to figure out?

Granted, he knew that being a hero, especially aiming to be the number one hero, would entail many people looking at him. But, he'd hoped that it'd be in admiration and in inspiration, not...whatever this was.

"Uh...is everything okay?" He hesitantly squeaked, and if he was only just a little more confident in himself, he'd definitely notice how his voice by itself was enough to make Satou feel like was experiencing a sweetness overload. "You guys have seemed...off, all day, I guess?" He scratched his head lightly; he didn't want to seem weird in the slightest.

"Just..." Mineta awkwardly tried to find the right words for it. "Concerned, I guess? I mean, you were bleeding and all that..." Granted, from his position, he'd never been gladder to be so short, being at practically the perfect height to be able to just...gaze at Izuku's backside without it seeming suspicious, so the blood dripping from his nose certainly wasn't a good thing to go off of.

"Yeah! Concerned!" Ashido quickly interjected, before realizing that she too had no material to continue the conversation. "Like, Midori, you fainted! What were we supposed to do about that?!"

"If anything, Bakugo should know why he'd even think about playing a dating sim!" Todoroki pointed out, glaring daggers into the explosive teen's skull. "And why didn't you tell us about this before this whole thing even became a thing?"

If they weren't as disgruntled as they were in the moment, one of them definitely would've taken a picture of the boy, who suddenly started to sport a small blush on his face, something they didn't even think was possible for him.

"Eh...I just...did?" He shrugged unconvincingly, every brain cell that he'd ever used to come up with a plan absolutely failing him in the moment.

Even Kaminari in his low-brainpower form would be able to tell how poor that deflection was, and Deku knew it.

"But it's not my fault!" He countered, wondering what sort of bullshit was spewing out of his mouth at the moment before he found his way. "It's not my fault that I got into these games anyways!"

"Huh?!" Bakugo roared, seemingly unprovoked before now, veins popping out on his throat. "Don't pull that shit on me! It's not my fault you wouldn't stop playing them!"

Bakugo Katsuki, of course, was a man who loved anything that had to do with what was considered traditionally tough: Arm wrestling, working out, shitting your pants at 3 A.M because you ate too many spicy foods without any sort of regret, your absolutely normal tough guy things (Kirishima could probably tell you about that story).

Yet, even more surprisingly enough, and especially hot to those who were more...submissive...something else happened.

Another knockout punch hit Class 1-A as an incredibly frustrated, almost even annoyed look was sent right from Midoriya all the way to Bakugo, who he adored (yet another mystery the D.C. had yet to solve, since Bakugo Katsuki of all people did not seem to be the type of person to try being like as a person), "Well, it's not my fault you thought Jaehee was the best one to choose!"

"Huh?!" Bakugo seemed almost taken aback, before the most, almost bull-like, hellish anger appeared on his face, like he, his entire family, his future family, his pride, hell, his fucking descendants ten centuries in the future were all insulted all at once. "The hell do you mean?! Jaehee's obviously the right choice!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Deku countered, more invested than ever; Class 1-A could only look on, dumbfounded. The haymaker was thrown; Midoriya never yelled at anyone.

1. How the hell did Bakugo know what he was talking about?

2. What the hell were they even talking about?

3. Why the hell are they so invested in this?

They'd never seen such aggression from either parties, which was clearly saying something when it came to Bakugo.

"Oh, you really wanna go?!" Bakugo smirked, a victorious look in his eyes as if he'd already won. He started listing various things out, pointing out another finger for each trait. "Cute. Funny. Smart! Responsible! Literally the kindest and most hardworking soul THAT EVER EXISTS!"

Uh...is he still talking about whatever he's talking about, or is he talking about Deku? Uraraka started to wonder, finding all the traits lined up perfectly. Well...maybe 'responsible' might not be the best way to talk about Deku...at least in a normal sense.

"Huh?! Well, what about Seven?!" Deku brought up, clearly unfazed by the points he'd brought up. "He has, like, the most amount of character ever! I cried with his route, Kacchan! You can't tell me that the guy who made me cry for him when none of the others did isn't the best one!"

"Oh, that fuckhead redhead?!" Bakugo snorted, almost condescendingly. "You have to literally do a fuck ton of shit just for him to fucking go 'Heeheehoohoo don't talk to me oh wait shit WITHOUT YOU I WOULDN'T HAVE HOPE' THAT IS SO BULL!"

Midoriya only put a hand on his heart, clearly invested, clenching his chest, "But he cares! He so clearly cares and I wanted to make him happy, okay?! He deserved to be happy! He didn't want to push everyone away! He was afraid, and I didn't want him to be!"

The tension in the room had risen to an all-time high; for one, they wanted to break up the argument, since this was clearly the most intense argument either of them had had in quite some time, and it was indoors, no less; two, this was the first time that Midoriya had been this willing to stand off against Bakugo; three, not a single soul in the room knew what they were talking about.

They weren't sure they wanted to know what they were talking about.

Until, of course, they realized that Deku said something...rather interesting.

They recalled his words exactly as he said them, "I wanted to make him happy, okay?!"

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" Kirishima asked, eyebrows furrowed as he considered the absolutely horrifying possibility of Midoriya wanting to romantically make someone happy if it wasn't him who Midoriya was aiming for.

"MYSTIC MESSENGER!" The two of them shouted out.

Midoriya pointed an accusing finger at Bakugo, "I saw Kacchan playing it once when we were kids and we got super invested, and even worse, he won't admit that Seven is better than Jaehee!"

"That's because Jaehee's better, you goddamn idiot!" Bakugo interrupted.

As the two fell back into their heated debate, the class realized something.

Why was he playing it in the first place?

Bakugo Katsuki is addicted to Dating Sims, and he got Deku hooked years ago.

B) How do we stop him from playing it?

Tests of willpower. Every hero had to go through them. Trials that would break the normal person, moral decisions to be made in a flash, sometimes leaving behind destructive consequences. Like it or hate it, some of Class 1-A had already had to make decisions that would irreversibly affect the lives of others.

Iida choosing to leave the fight in a nearly futile attempt to avenge his brother, targeting Stain himself.

Midoriya, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, and Iida breaking probably 50% of the rules that exist in the U.A handbook in an attempt to find Bakugo after he was captured by the League of Villains.

Any time Midoriya decided that it was, as Sero once put it, "Prime bone-breaking time." Amusing in theory, horrifying in practice.

Regardless, they knew that there would be some point in their life when they would have to face a wall that was seemingly immovable. There would be no way to climb over it, no way to dig under it, no way to smash through it. It'd be a hurdle they'd spend their whole lives trying to overcome.

"So...how do we even stop him?" Asui prompted, though there was resignation in her voice. She'd seen the passion and care that he had for each and every character he'd talked to, just as much emotion in his virtual interactions as there were with real-life people.

"Well," Kaminari hit Bakugo with a pointed look. "If he never started, we wouldn't have been in this shit in the first place!"

The class had decided to walk together to class, having their discussion in the hallway. Besides, it practically all fit into schedule, considering how Midoriya somehow always ended up being the first one in class by a landslide.

(To be fair, it turned out that he woke up at four in the morning before working out all the way to seven, then eating a slice of bread before sprinting straight to class. He was late once by three minutes. Aizawa truly did put the fear of God into him, considering how he was always in the classroom up to fifteen minutes before class even started.)

"It's. Not. My. Fucking. FAULT!" Bakugo reached out for Kaminari's neck, nearly throttling him if it weren't for Kirishima's hand on his shoulder. Naturally, this scene had happened many times with different dialogue, and at this point, the D.C had stopped wondering how the hell Kirishima had the talent for placating Bakugo like no other.

"Bro, it kind of is," Kirishima muttered, his mind all worked out from trying to figure out some sort of solution to their dilemma. "I mean...dude, we can't lose to inanimate, 2-d people, right? We can't lose to anime characters, for crying out loud!"

"Well, it seems we are," Todoroki grumbled, earning begrudging nods from Tokoyami and Sato as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He'd gone for the somewhat unorthodox approach of trying to play a dating sim with Midoriya, choosing one with a character that looked and acted suspiciously like Todoroki, but there was a problem in that logic.

By the time that Midoriya had chosen his character (after a lot of urging from Todoroki to choose his route), Todoroki had become incredibly jealous of the character, even though he was the one who picked it, and it was the character that resembled him most. What wasn't there to like?

Yeah, the problem came in the fact that he kept gushing about the dating sim character, but didn't seem to make any connection whatsoever to the dual-haired teen. In essence, at least with how Todoroki saw it, Midoriya was still trying to romance a completely different person. Which, of course, didn't sit well.

"Then...what can we do?" Aoyama prompted, his usual shimmer faded and dull. The efforts of trying to get Midoriya to play dating sims in a way that helped the D.C was rather taxing on his mind, and by the time he realized it, his reserved time for beauty sleep had been cut down by an hour.

"Well, we know how he got into the dating sim," Iida recalled, looking through his notes which he'd taken extremely diligently over the past two days. "And we also know that he likes playing them because, when he was younger, these dating sim characters were some of his first consistent friends, so it stuck to him."

"But we're here now!" Uraraka complained, puffing out her cheeks as her hands clenched into frustrated fists. "And Deku's too bad of a liar, so we also know that he isn't playing them because he doesn't think we're friends. So, it's not because of the friendship anymore! So what is it?!"

"Plus," Ashido pointed out with a click of her tongue, holding out a finger. "Midori's, like, too honest and probably too pure to think of them romantically. He's the type of guy who really loves everything and everyone, so he'd be, like, super head-over-heels for anyone he actually thought of in any sort of romantic light."

"If romance is out of the question, and friendship is out of the question, then it's not an emotional connection..." Yaoyorozu deduced, placing her hand on her chin. "And considering how he isn't trying out every character's route like Bakugo said he used to, does that mean there's something specific about the character he's looking into?"

They'd reached the door to the classroom at this point, and lo and behold, Midoriya Izuku was sitting right at his desk, drawing in his sketchbook. From what they knew, he'd always loved drawing heroes ever since he was a kid.

"Yeah, I got him a fucking...the hell is it called...like, artist's kit?" Bakugo scratched his head. "I dunno what it was called. But I got some for him on his, like, eighth birthday and the next week it was already filled with drawings of a ton of heroes. Why do you ask?"

It was no surprise that he'd carried that passion into his current life, especially with how many pro heroes he was able to talk to this year. It was practically a dream come true for him, and they knew it just the same.

But...it didn't look like he was drawing a hero. Usually, when he was drawing heroes, he'd never need an external source to remind him what the hero looked like. For example, when Hagakure was talking to him while he was drawing Midnight, not once did he pick up his phone or a picture to look at an online photo of her. It was all from memory.

Yet here he had pulled up his phone, constantly open, looking at the reference image before carefully making some detailed changes to the drawing. It was clear that the drawing was practically finished, and if he were to submit it into a museum, he'd be paid millions for it. He'd just been adding what Mineta referred to it as "That Midoriya flair!"

They couldn't see the drawing itself of course, before of how he'd hunched over the sketchbook, casting an extreme shadow over it, but they knew he was almost done. He'd pulled out his favorite shade of green, which he only used to sign his work. It was clear the end of the drawing was nigh.

Of course, Aoyama was the Class's resident art connoisseur, having been the one who'd first talked to Deku about his art. The blonde had never been so glad to see someone take his advice, because while his advice was very minimal, that little point of trying to make his art a little more connected to him really gave it its identity as something that Deku had created.

So, naturally, he took initiative. He walked over to Midoriya and greeted with a flip of hair, "Bonjour, mon amour. To what do I owe the pleasure of viewing today?"

"Oh, this?" Midoriya shyly chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he closed the sketchbook, hiding it away from Aoyama's vision. The blonde furrowed his eyebrows; Midoriya was always willing to show his art to Aoyama, even if it was only partially finished. "Uh...something I got a cool idea for!"

As the rest of them started to trickle in, Midoriya clearly getting lost in his own world as he raved to Aoyama, they couldn't help but listen in on their conversation.

"So, you know how I've been playing that one game?" The green-haired teen reminded Aoyama, causing a gloomy look to appear on some of his classmates's face. "There's this one character in there!"

Wait, don't tell me! Jirou connected the dots. Don't tell me he's spending all his time drawing something just because it resembles that character!

They knew just how long it took each drawing for Midoriya to make. It took him thirteen total drawing hours to make Aizawa, ten to make Present Mic, and an innumerable amount of time on all the different iterations of All Might stashed away somewhere. To dedicate all that to his supposed waifu, when it wasn't someone in the D.C? Preposterous.

"And, actually, uh..." he nervously tugged at his neck, before looking away from Aoyama. "A-A-Asui- I-I mean Tsuyu, d-do you mind coming here? I have something to show you..." Asui only blinked, feeling like she was pulled into a trap for a moment, but the potential of the temporary hurt of seeing Midoriya's face slowly into a frown was far worse than any punishment she could've thought of then and there.

"What do you need, Midoriya-chan?" She tilted her head, looking at him, trying to do anything other than look into his eyes; that'd been a killer move that many people had fallen for, finding themselves unable to talk because of his alluring gaze.

"Well, uh," He gulped, before glancing back at Aoyama. "Aoyama asked what I was drawing, and, well...there's this one character from the game I've been playing..."

He opened up his sketchbook just a smidge, looking at the drawing in hand without letting someone else see, "And it...uh..." He blushed, unable to finish his sentence as he held out the sketchbook out to her for her to see. As she took it, the rest of 1-A glimpsed at the drawing, and gasped.

"She kind of reminded m-me of you? K-Kinda?" Midoriya stuttered, trying to make it not sound creepy. "S-So I thought of sorta using the c-character as a reference to draw you! I-I hope you don't mind...u-uh, I-I hope you like it...I-I spent, l-like fourteen hours on this..." She could only look at him, jaw nearly dropping at the drawing she held in her hands.

"Do you like it, Asui?" Midoriya questioned with a shy smile on his face, handing the paper to her as a light blush popped on his face. "I spent a super long time on it, because, like, you're super amazing!"

The frog girl ascended, and who could blame her?

In her hands was a beautiful drawing Midoriya had made of her in her hero costume, in a similar pose to how she always described how she wanted to be photographed as a pro hero. Her hair, incredibly detailed as if each individual hair was painstakingly drawn, one after the other. Her costume, there was so much effort put into it, from the color to the shadows to even the minor wrinkles in the outfit making it look incredibly realistic. The pose radiated everything Froppy-like, and the little effects that resembled fanart or something from a comic book that was unique to Midoriya's artstyle that sealed the deal, making it truly embody all that Asui Tsuyu was in a single drawing.

Simply put, the drawing that he had made of Asui Tsuyu looked drop-dead gorgeous.

"U-Uh...I-I-It's r-r-re..." Asui gulped, her normally blunt self completely caught off guard. She prided herself on being able to convey what she thought and how she felt like it was nothing, even if it meant that someone's feelings would be hurt. To be so flustered was something 1-A hadn't seen before, but if the complete redness on her face was anything to go by, she'd only been pulled further into the unwavering affection they held for Midoriya.

"It's really nice!" She blurted out, holding it closer to her chest. As far as she knew, she had been the only person in the D.C. to have a drawing that Midoriya made just for them. Shoji, as well as many others, sent her an incredibly hostile look, the realization having hit them the same.

"Thanks!" Midoriya only smiled even brighter, nearly blinding the poor girl ("The abyss breathes when one can no longer look upwards," Tokoyami muttered to himself, though Deku didn't catch it.).

Now, the Deku Club had sent many harsh glares towards many of their own members up until this point. Bakugo currently held the record for most instances of glares. Todoroki held the record for having received the most envious glare that Iida had sent to him. Iida held the record for the most unjustly received glare, where Yaoyorozu almost murdered him with a look even though all he did was offer to help Midoriya study one night.

Yet, here was Asui Tsuyu, who was about to receive the uncontested record of receiving the most diverse range of glares (envy, jealousy, anger, malice, resentment, wrath, covetous, and begrudging were a single collective drop in the bucket of emotion) from the entire class before. Despite only 18 other people in Class 1-A, it was later determined (how it was determined still remains to be discovered) that there were, somehow, a total of 57 different emotions in their glares, all towards Froppy as they heard Midoriya's words directed to nobody else except her.

"After all, it's only because I had a really beautiful and super pretty subject, since it was you and all, that I was able to make the drawing so great!" Midoriya finished off, before the words registered in his mind and he turned an incredible shade of red. "I-I mean-! U-Uh!" He broke out into a legendary amount of stutters as he tried to save himself, without realizing the way that Asui froze, completely freezing before starting to faint.

Oh... she realized, her body and mind overloading as her legs failed her. So this is what heaven feels like.

How do we stop him from playing it?

We don't. He's using it for good, because Midoriya literally cannot do anything bad.

Except if it's drawings of Asui. She's still the only one with a goddamn drawing that Midoriya made. We can ban it if she gets two drawings when the rest of us don't even have one!

C) How the hell did he even get the game in the first place?

It had been quickly discovered that the culprit wasn't anyone in 1-A. Bakugo sure as hell didn't have Heropop, and while they didn't put it past Mineta to have that sort of game, even they knew that Mineta wouldn't go so far as to A) Give Midoriya a lewd game, or B) Have a dating sim, he liked real women, thank you very much (Jirou truly did enjoy smacking him over the head for that comment, in which he said it in the most ingratiatingly holier-than-thou manner possible).

"No duh," Mina drawled out, hands on her hips as she shot Kaminari a disappointed look, as if she wasn't only one place above him in academics in the class. "Not even Mineta would try to corrupt Midoriya."

That being said, if it wasn't somebody from their class, who the hell could it be?

It had to be somebody outside of the main branch of the D.C. As of this point, there weren't very many branches. There was the main branch, which consisted of Class 1-A. There was the secondary branch, which consisted of class 1-B. Then there was the tertiary branch, which consisted of the majority of U.A. who hadn't been in either of the first two branches. And lastly, there was the poorly-named 'Surprising Branch,' which was named simply because Iida was absolutely not willing to put up with the garbage branch name suggestions Hatsume was spewing out. It consisted of Hatsume and Shinsou so far, and would later be expanded to a few more members.

Therefore, they were able to take quite a few people out of consideration.

Obviously, it wasn't anyone in the Deku Club.

"It's not anyone from here," Iida confirmed, looking at his phone. "And from what she texted me, Hatsume doesn't even know what dating simulators are. It's definitely not her."

"Not Shinsou either," Todoroki muttered, stuffing his phone into his pocket, shaking his head with a sigh. "He's played Mystic Messenger before, but it wasn't something he liked. Either way, he doesn't like dating sims."

"So, maybe it's someone from 1-B?" Hagakure suggested. After all, as kind as Midoriya was, he too knew the dangers of trusting someone who he hadn't talked to before, and there were a lot of people at U.A. who he hadn't talked to before. While he certainly had an innumerable amount of students who were attracted to him, randomly accepting gifts was not something Deku did, especially since he'd definitely spend the next 24 hours, or however long it takes to do so, trying to find out who gave him the gift just to give it back (Kaminari learned that once, which resulted in Kirishima having to comfort him with how much Kaminari cried from Deku's kindness).

Quite a few of them were silenced, their minds stopping. They'd gone to the length of filling up a bulletin board that Yaoyorozu had created for them, creating multiple connections that, when Aizawa stumbled upon it, truly seemed insane. The teacher had considered destroying it entirely, before realizing that Yaoyorozu would definitely make another, whether he knew of its existence or not. It wasn't worth it.

Yet, it didn't occur to them that it could've been someone from 1-B. His closest friends there were Tokage, which was a little surprising to them, and Kendou, which was far less surprising. Through the latter, he made a ton of friends in 1-B, and thus, the secondary branch of the D.C was born soon after, when Kirishima once heard Tetsutetsu declare his "unwavering and undying manly affection for Midoriya" while they were working out together.

"Hey, Yaoyorozu! 1-A!" Kendou greeted with a wave, opening the dorm building to 1-B. It had practically the exact same layout as 1-A had seen in their own dorm, but the atmosphere was so...different. No wonder Deku loved to come here whenever he felt like getting a little bit of quiet in.

No constant worry of Bakugo barging into your room by accident because he sneezed, causing an explosion that cost Aizawa five cups of coffee and three years off his life from the stress.

No possibility of the power suddenly going off because somebody thought it was a bright idea to put Kaminari's room right next to the circuit breaker.

Not even the possibility of a loose porn mag that'd somehow escaped Mineta's room.

Of course, there were probably different issues that they had to deal with, but none of them seemed like major issues that needed to be tended to urgently.

According to Kendou, which came to no shock to the students of 1-A, Monoma Neito was the cause of about half the problems that they had to deal with on a daily basis. Hell, whenever they had to go out in public as a class, Kendou had to stick by Monoma to make sure he wasn't trying to spread rumors and vilify all of 1-A.

"So," Iida coughed. "I assume you've checked the meeting folder?" He scratched the back of his head; despite her friendly personality and her kind demeanor, her character and her general aura made it so she seemed to be one of the strongest students in the first-year's hero course.

Of course, she nodded, grimly, stepping aside to let all of them in. She clicked her tongue, biting the inside of her cheek as she found the words to say.

"Now, we've established that he plays them because Bakugo got him hooked," she recalled, earning a nod from Yaoyorozu. "And unfortunately, because of this, Asui's the only one who Midoriya's drawn."

The Rainy Season Hero interrupted, "Sounds pretty fortunate to me, kero."

"Regardless," Kendou shot her a jealous look, only receiving a slightly smug shrug in response. "The question still remains: Who gave him the game? If it wasn't you guys, and wasn't Shinsou or Hatsume, who could it be?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Todoroki politely pointed out. "Do you have any clues?"

Kendou put a hand on her chin, leaning on the couch as she muttered out a few words, before speaking up a little more, "I mean, the closest one I can think of is...Tetsutetsu, I guess? And that's not even a good guess. I don't think any of the D.C. here would even think of giving my Sweet-" she caught herself with a sudden cough, realizing that she was about to refer to Midoriya by a pet name, earning more than a few pointed looks. "Would even think of giving Midoriya something like that."

"Gah!" A pained cry came from upstairs, faintly reaching them but interrupting the conversation nonetheless. Kendou's shoulders tensed, and she let out a sigh.

The problems of being the class representative, Iida recognized and sympathized with her all too well.

"What do you need, Monoma?!" She shouted out, holding a hand to her mouth like a megaphone.

"I'm looking for something, obviously!" The blonde called back, quickly running down the stairs to explain the situation, before realizing the situation at hand. "Oh, of course it's 1-A! Let me guess, you need me, the lovely 1-B student, to help you cretins?" Hagakure rolled her eyes, cherishing the fact that he wasn't able to see it.

"Enough out of you," Kendou lectured, the slight threat of her hand ready to chop his neck coming into play. "Now, what do you need?"

He scowled at 1-A yet again, before turning back to the ginger, "I was looking for something, but maybe these fools know." He coughed, before looking back at 1-A with a condescending look, like he was ready to challenge them in a 19 v.s. 1.

"I seem to have lost my game," he began dramatically, holding a hand on his forehead like he was in the theatre. "Yet, perhaps one of you could help me! You see, I have graciously lent out my copy of Heropop out to your precious green bean! I bought it, but haven't played it. In fact, I don't even know what it's about!"

Kendou's temper flared, hostility rolling off of her in waves, though her body didn't immediately act. Who could blame her?

As Monoma continued raving about how he simply bought it in order to capture Midoriya's heart for himself, his words were eventually drowned out by the everlasting malice slowly rising in the common room.

Monoma Neito. The one person who would always act like a little kid whenever 1-A was around. The one person who'd start conflict for the sake of starting conflict. The very person who refused to be in the Deku Club. Why?

They recalled his words once, "If I can capture his heart by myself, then I'll have beat not just 1-B, but all of 1-A, too! I'll be the only person to get his precious morning smiles, all for myself! How would you like that?!"

With those words, he'd already sealed himself as an enemy to the Deku Club.

"Don't worry," Kendou muttered, her words dark and capturing Monoma's attention, though they were directed to both 1-A and the copycat. "You guys can leave now. I'll...I'll take care of it." She cracked her knuckles threateningly, and with Monoma's attention on Iida, there was no way he would've known what the hell he was getting into, even if nearly tainting Midoriya's innocence and purity was only accidental. He, as Vlad King would put it in five hours, a mess that didn't know how its legs and arms were supposed to move.

Ah, but 1-A knew. They knew full well that Kendou was a woman of honor, a lovely lady who valued honesty, integrity, and loyalty. They knew full well that Kendou Itsuka was a woman who was kind, honest, and had genuine character.

And thus, they could leave the 1-B dorm building knowing that whatever punishment she would come up with would definitely be in the best interests of the Deku Club.

After all, Midoriya's innocence was not something to be messed with.

How the hell did he even get the game in the first place?

Monoma Neito, the self-proclaimed sworn enemy of the D.C, decided to be a prick.

Final decision(s) of Meeting 17 (The Deku Club V.S. Waifus): Midoriya shall continue playing SFW Dating Sims; Secondary Branch of the D.C. may decide Monoma Neito's Fate