This year was going to be different, Kaminari Denki told himself. Now that he knew what to expect, he could prepare himself.

The date was November 1st, 2237. It was his second year at U.A. and he was not going to suffer through another November. He gave Mineta his warnings, blocked his phone number for the time being, and made a pact with the smaller boy to administer a shock if the line they drew was ever crossed. This year, he would be able to live a normal November again.

However that meant he had to waste a whole month on studying for the winter exams, which was essentially suicide but it left him alive so it was far worse.

"Sero's out of town with his family," the electric user mumbled to himself. "Mina's probably suffering too, so she wouldn't be a help to me. Or me to her, really. I think Iida took Uraraka already so I can't jump in on them. I could ask Todoroki." Pause. "No, he'd turn me down in a heartbeat."

Kaminari sighed, rolling off his bed and limping to his window just to breathe under the rays of the sun. "All the smart people are taken. Iida's with his girlfriend. Bakugou's with his boyfriend. Todoroki is probably just gonna kill me, and Midoriya and Yaoyorozu...are having an argument."

Kaminari watched his schoolmates in the courtyard, as Midoriya Izuku stomped around from Yaoyorozu Momo and Itsuka Kendo. The blond boy couldn't hear their words from the other side of the glass, but with the way the green-haired boy threw his hands about animatedly and the girls attempted to chase after him while still keeping a distance between them, Kaminari had good reason to believe it was an argument.

"The hell happened here?" Kaminari muttered to himself. They were dating, weren't they? Midoriya and the girls still hadn't come out to the class about anything following last year's December, as Sero and Kaminari assumed that as more of their classmates came out about their relationships that they would follow. Eleven months later and the electric user could see the error of his ways.

It didn't take long for the three below to split apart, Midoriya stormed into the dorm building while the two girls walked off somberly towards their sister class's dorm. Kaminari could hear the front door slam from his room.

"God I really hope this doesn't set a precedent going forward."

"Are you sure they were fighting?"

"I am positive," Kaminari pleaded with his friend. "I know what an argument looks like. We have Bakugou. Midoriya and his girlfriends are fighting about something."

Hanta Sero still gave his friend a look of doubt. "Is he fighting all of them? Is there more infighting going on? You know where assuming got us last time, especially without all the info on our side."

"Yes, I do, and I get that, but I have barely seen them interact at all. It's been two days and Midoriya's giving all of them the cold shoulder. I don't know what about or why they are fighting, I just know that they are." Kaminari bumped against the glass wall of their school building, stopping his and Hanta's stroll through the campus. "I don't know how many people even know he's dating someone, much less like six girls. At once. I want to talk to him about it but I don't know where to start. I don't know the first thing about relationships. I want to help him but how do I?"

Hanta shrugged. "Ask him? This is Midoriya we're talking about; if he thinks anyone is onto his relationship, his first suspects are us and his shortstack of a neighbor. If we just go up to him and ask if everything is okay and we want to help in some way, he'll respond positively. He's not Bakugou. We can do this."

"Move!" The tape-wielding boy threw his body into the window beside his friend as a blur shot passed them, and the two boys snapped their heads to follow their green-haired classmate sprint down the hall. "Sorry guys!" was the last thing the two boys heard from him as another pair of students exited the staircase at the end, the couple diving out of the way as Midoriya hurdled between them and descended down the staircase. The last sight of their classmate was of his body plummeting down the steps before the door closed behind him.

"Was he using his quirk to run in the hall?" Hanta asked in bewilderment.

"It's Midoriya, he can lift the fridge with his bare hands and not light up like a lava lamp," Kaminari retorted. "Although Jirou and Aoyama were a bright shade of red. Can't blame them. Imagine being held by someone as strong as that." Hanta gave the blond boy a glance from the corner of his eye, and it was returned with a quipped eyebrow.

"Hey!" The two boys turned their heads down the other end of the hall, to the oncoming green-haired girl from their sister class jogging their way before stalling to a stop to catch her breath. Setsuna's arms rose to ask them to stay where they were, but her lack of hands were what kept the boys glued to their spots. "Have either of you two" — she breathed heavily between her words — "seen Izuku anywhere?"

"Maybe," Kaminari drawled out, turning to his friend with wide eyes before turning them more to gaze out the window. To the green-haired boy booking it across the campus to their dorms, chased only by a girl the electric user couldn't quite make out from so high up. "If I told you he was taking your hands to the dorms would you believe me?"

The green-haired girl muttered a curse beneath her breath. "God damnit, of course he is. Thanks." With a large inhale did Setsuna continue to run, speeding down the hall as fast she could as the two boys watched her.

Hanta looked to his friend with a serious look. "How sure are we that Midoriya is the one that's innocent here?"

"I want to say it's Midoriya and your doubt of his character is offensive to God himself but I'd be a hypocrite."

"So," Kirishima Eijiro begins, overlooking his two friends seated in front of his bed, "what do you guys want to talk about?"

Kaminari leaned forward in his seat, setting his hands forward like a warning sign to the red-haired boy. "What happens when you and Bakugou get into a fight?"

Kirishima blinked at the blond-haired boy, looked slowly to the black-haired boy who muttered something about "subtlety," and then turned back to the first boy with an unimpressed expression. "Is Mina setting you up for this?"

"Ashido hasn't talked to us about anything," Hanta admitted. "We just want to know how you guys...make up after a fight and get better after whatever it is you guys fight about."

The stone-quirked boy looked between his classmates again. "Are you guys having a fight?"

"No," Kaminari answered him.

"All the goddamn time," Hanta responded over the other boy's voice.

Kirishima sighed and massaged his temple. "All right, we're going through one of these again. What are you guys at odds about now? Is this Cheez-Its again?"

"They're crackers and no, we settled this." Kaminari threw a hand in front of Hanta to stop him from interjecting before he continued. "And we're not the ones in a fight; it's Midoriya and his girlfriends."

"And his girl—oh, this." The red-haired boy flopped back in his bed and groaned audibly. "Why do you two still think they're dating? Why are you filling in that bubble?"

Kaminari chased after him, standing beside the bed and clapping his hands as he spoke. "Because we know he is. Yaoyorozu and Hatsume have both turned down offers to date; what other reasons would they have to do that?"

"Not wanting to?" Kirishima offered. "Shoji's done the same, he admitted he doesn't want to date people. Maybe they feel the same. And if they are dating, this group relationship you believe them to be in, then why haven't they come out? Bakugou and I came out. Uraraka and Iida came out. Hagakure came out and we met her girlfriend. Why would Midoriya and the others be silent about their relationship when we're all accepting of each other?"

"Maybe because it's not a normal relationship?" Hanta supplied his opinion. "Polygamy isn't exactly accepted or seen or talked about often. I only know one religion that sees it as okay and even then the law still doesn't. I think. Maybe they just can't get married, I keep forgetting to Google it."

"Pushing past the fact I'm still right about them being together" — Kaminari stepped between the other teens and kept his attention on the red-haired boy — "I've seen them arguing and fighting and not being so happy these past few days. Like the instant this month started. If at all, I would like to offer my help in stopping their fighting and let there not be this angry tension in class between them before it gets to everyone else, but first I need to know how one goes about things like this and make things better."

Kitishima gestured a shaky hand between the two boys, mostly pointed at Hanta. "Then what are you two fighting about?"

The tape boy responded, "We're arguing over whether or not Midoriya is the cause of their problems. Last I remember, he was the one who ran off with Setsuna's hands and made her angry."

"But he was also the one trying to distance himself from Yaomomo and Kendo before that," Kaminari countered. "Maybe they're all being a problem to one another, I don't know. All I want to do is see if I can help them settle it before it blows up in everyone's faces before we know it."

"Do you even know what they're arguing about?"

"No," both boys admitted to the red-haired teen, who dropped his head back onto his bedsheets.

"Okay, look." Kirishima put his hands in surrender as he sat up straight, giving both other boys a dead serious stare to make sure they were listening. "If they are fighting and you think there is something you can do about it, it would be easier to get them to sit down together and talk it out. Not addressing both sides of this at the same time won't settle anything, it'll just get one side to start making it worse."

Kaminari nodded vigorously as he stepped back. "Alright, get them together. I can do that. We can do that. Right?"

Hanta nodded with a heavy breath. "Yeah, we can probably do that. Thanks, Kiri. We'll leave you be."

The blond boy smiled and threw finger guns at the red haired boy. "Knew we can count on ya. Thanks man. When you see Bakugou next, give him a kiss. Not from me, wait, no, that would be wrong—"

"You're being weird again, Kami," Kirishima shouted at him as the two boys shuffled out of the room.

"Sorry," the electric-quirked boy called back before the door shut. He turned to his black-haired friend. "So, we need to get Midoriya and his girlfriends together so they can talk it out, clear it up, and stop fighting. We can handle that, right?"

Hanta shrugged but grinned. "Simple enough. How hard could it be?"

"Okay so what about, 'Hey guys. We've been meaning to talk to you. It's kinda important. Would you mind meeting us in the' uh…" Kaminari snapped his fingers rhythmically as he racked his brain for words. "Where? We can't meet in the common room because everyone else could walk in."

Hanta shook his head. "They're still keeping their relationship a secret, can't have that spoil before they want it to."

"We could do the library," the blond boy suggested.

"Eh, but if they argue they'll get loud and people will overhear them. Not like there's any sound to make sure someone else can't hear them clearly."

"How about the classroom on Sunday?"

"Can't, closed for cleaning."

"Damnit." Kaminari smacked his hand against the wall of the school hallway, glaring out the window to the city beyond the school's wall. "It'd be weird to take them to our rooms, I think it'd be weird to take them to ours, and everything is a public place. How are we supposed to do this without revealing their relationship without their permission?"

"Well where is a place no one goes?" Hanta leaned against the window, arms crossed as he looked to his friend. "What would be the most abandoned corner of the school, where no one could find us quick enough to interrupt and isn't a place we have to break into?"

Kaminari stroked his chin in thought, humming audibly and looking at his surroundings as though judging every corner as a possible answer. Hanta followed suit, tapping along his circular elbows and muttering to himself while debating his choices.

"Hey guys." The two boys turned their head to their shorter classmate approaching them down the hall. "Didn't see you in the cafeteria with everyone else. What are you two doing?"

"Nothing at all," the tape boy replied, shooting the electric boy a look to stay silent. "We're just talking. And stuff. What's up?"

"I'm just heading to the workshop," Mineta Minoru told them. "I just had a new idea for my costume, so I was gonna hand in the designs to Power Loader if he's there. How does a slingshot sound to you guys?"

Before Hanta could respond again, Kaminari shot from the wall and clapped his hands together with a beaming smile. "The workshop," he announced, pointed to the tape-quirked boy. "It's open on Sunday and no one uses it but Hatsume. How about then?"

Ignoring their smaller classmate's look of confusion, Hanta jolted from the window with a smile to mirror his friend's. "You're right, that is open. And we could ask her to call the girls over about their costumes and we could call Midoriya for his help with something about Hatsume. Get them together at the same time and then we get them to talk." The two friends celebrated for only a few seconds on their planning before turning and making way to the school workshop to put their plan in place.

"Wait, you guys were talking about Midoriya?" Mineta ran to catch up with the two, easing to a fast walking pace beside them. "Is this about how he's been acting recently?"

"Oh." Kaminari looked down to their companion. "You noticed it too?"

"Dude, I think everyone has. Midoriya's been acting like someone else the past few days; I overheard Iida and Uraraka talking about him all worried like parents when their kid goes through an emo phase."

The blond boy hummed with a look of solemn understanding. "He has been off. We've been trying to figure out why and what we could do to help him."

Mineta nodded sagely. "Well, lucky for you, I believe I've figured out the why." The two taller boys looked down at him with wide eyes of anticipation, and his smile gleamed up to them with a glint in his eyes. "He's participating in No Nut November."

The two taller teens' response was instantaneous, as they both reeled back in disgust and groaned in their annoyance. "Oh with this shit again," Hanta whined.

"Okay, first of all," Kaminari started, "I still have Vietnam flashbacks from last year, so shut up. And secondly, this is Midoriya. I'm pretty sure he still doesn't know about the December thing. I don't think he cares about internet memes like you do."

"But it makes sense," Mineta defended himself. "The girls we all thought he was dating? They've been acting up too, and I've seen them stare at Midoriya. It is because he is—"

"Ya' know," Hanta interrupted him, "I can see it, until I look at it, and then I realize that I don't because you've been forcing some other disgusting thing in front of my eyes. I will bet my next month's allowance that he is not participating in this shit."

"Deal," Mineta was quick to agree.

Kaminari looked at his friend discriminately. "You get an allowance?"

A loud blast of sound from down the hall silenced the boys' further chatter, and the three ran along to the school's workshop, finding the doors inched open as multicolored lights flashed through the opening. It was Hanta who stopped them from entering or making their presence known, however, as voices from inside spilled out for the boys to listen to.

"It's not going to fit in your pocket, I know," Hatsume Mei's voice rang out through the opening, followed by clatters and bangs of various items the boys didn't see. "But there are plenty of heroes who have devices and instruments — not all musical, ya know — that they can order on the job or take with them in the first place. Like Best Jeanist and his giant rolls of rope! I could design a pocket edition for you, but it's not going to have the same strength and volume behind it. I need to get on designing that-"

"Hatsume, could you please focus?" Jiro Kyoka's voice cut through hers. "We can talk about this later. Midoriya is more important."

"You mean the dumb rule you're all placing on him?" the mechanic responded with no sound of spit in her voice but which still elicited a groan from the other girl.

"It's not dumb, it's serious. It's a problem he won't listen to us about! It's been five days! How does he manage to avoid us for five days?"

The pink-haired girl's laugh bounced through the room and out into the hallway. "It's Green Top! I've seen him run laps without that weird quirk of his. He can almost put up with the running-track robot I'm still developing."

"Hatsume. Please. Focus. We need your help to hold him back. We still have to talk to him about this. It will just be for the month, and then he can go back to it normally when December comes around."

"You girls keep talking like it's something wrong for him to do. He's a natural at it. Do you know how many times I use them for reference on my projects? Some of them are for you, after all. And then I can develop more and sell them to the masses. He's amazing for a business prospect."

The rocker groaned again. "Yes, I know how helpful he's been to you. But some of these are too...personal. It's uncomfortable for us to look at these and know this is how Midoriya thinks of us. How do you think everyone else would think if they saw these? How are you okay with this?"

Outside in the hallway, Hanta and Kaminari shared a look of concern and confusion mixed into one. Sadly, they couldn't drown out the eerie giggles from their friend below them, inching his way closer to the open space.

"Do you hear that, boys?" he whispered out. "Sounds like I'm right and then some. I can't believe Midoriya's actually scoring with five girls."

"I doubt it, and stop moving." Hanta's elbow shot tape out and around the smaller boy, pulling him back from the crack in the doorway. "If they were doing that, I think it'd be a bit more obvious. Even while they're hiding their relationship from everyone else."

Kaminari gave his friend a questioning glance. "I mean it does kinda sound like that, but it also doesn't at the same time? I don't take Hatsume for someone to make toys like that with a public work space or public tools."

"At least we have a better idea of why they're fighting, now," Hanta shot back in his hushed voice. "Whatever this is, I think Midoriya is the source of the problem. We're gonna have to talk to him about it."

"Yeah, but still, what is it?"

"What's what?" The three boys jumped and shouted in unison away from the opening of the door, as a head with purple hair peeked out with a body to follow. Jiro raised an eyebrow at the boys flinching and leaning away from her. "You guys here for something? Hatsume's the only one inside. I can get her."

Quick to jump out of his scare, Kaminari skipped to the side and smiled a wavy and flinching smile. "Nah, it's all good," he replied in a cheery tone the other teens could hear break in real-time. "We were just in the neighborhood, walking about, thinkin'..." His voice drew out softly as he tapped his pockets and looked to his friends in silence. Seconds passed in the awkward silence before Kaminari pointed over his shoulder. "I gotta go…" Without another word did he turn on the ball of his feet and sprint down the hall, stumbling to run before he turned the corner and disappeared.

Hanta slowly turned his head back to the rocker girl, whose gaze of confusion was slowly shifting into a glare. "I'm just gonna go too," the dark-haired boy, picking his short classmate off the ground with his tape and tucking the boy beneath his arm. "Lunch is almost over, we gotta go to class soon, ya know…"

"What did you hear?" Jiro growled beneath her breath, which was a sign enough for Hanta to turn on his heel and bolt after his blond classmate. "Get back here Scotch!"

"See you in class!" he shouted back over his shoulder before turning the corner and leaving the school workshop behind.

Kaminari stared blankly at his ceiling, humming softly a tune that passed through his mind. On the other end of the couch sat Hanta, eyes boring into the T.V. as he watched the news play out without ever taking in the images or words on screen. They had the common room all to themselves, all the space in the world to stare into space and despair internally without any interruption other than their own.

"I take it you made no progress." Or by Kirishima walking into the room and taking notice of the unmoving teenagers. "Or you made bad progress. What happened?"

"I think we found our answer, but that requires validating Mineta and I'd rather be left alone in a room with Todoroki than do that," Kaminari responded mutely.

"What happened between you and Todoroki? Been meaning to ask you about that."

"Beat him in Smash Bros fifteen games in a row. Turns out he is a sore loser and a man dedicated to the craft of the cold shoulder. I'm still trying to puzzle together if he taught that to Midoriya or vice versa."

"I don't think I've ever seen someone with such conviction to tune out everyone around them," Hanta spoke up dryly. "They could dress like twins for next Halloween and I'd have a hard time telling them apart if they do that."

Kirishima sighed and strolled to the couch, leaning over the back and looking down at his classmates. "What did Mineta say this time?"

"Midoriya's participating in NNN," Kaminari answered, eyeing the red-haired boy briefly as he groaned in annoyance and spun around to complain under his breath. "Yeah, we thought so too. Snuck up on Jiro and Hatsume yesterday talking about him and it sounded a lot like he's been all for taking their relationship to the next step. But it looks like most of them aren't ready for that and they want to use this month and that dumb internet challenge to teach Midoriya to dial it back."

"Though Hatsume sounds like she likes it," Hanta continued as he peered over his shoulder. "Problem is, it's Hatsume. I'm pretty sure robots get her in the mood more than her own boyfriend does, or they've done an amazing job at keeping it under wraps. I can't think straight anymore."

"And you both actually believe this?" Kirishima asked the ludicrously.

"No." Kaminari was quick to set his foot down, his tone taking on an affirmative role. "But it's the possibility of it being true that scares me. We were wrong last year when it was just Midoriya celebrating Halloween two months late. I would like this to be a repeat of that, I really would. But it has been a week, we know for certain they are all dating, and it sounds too coincidental to be anything else. I'm not sure what other option there is."

Kirishima lopped his lips in a frown as he looked over the two other teens muttering to themselves, lost in their thoughts, before he whipped out his phone and began typing away. Something Hanta noticed seconds later. "Kiri, what are you doing?"

"If you're right about this, then what Midoriya is doing isn't manly at all," was the red-haired boy's response. "I doubt it, yeah, but doing nothing and standing by when the alternative is Midoriya getting away with basically abusing and assaulting his girlfriends isn't acceptable." The boy stopped typing and the room went silent for a few seconds. That silence was broken by a ding from his phone and a hum from behind his lips. "And lucky for us, Midoriya is in his room now."

Without another word, Kirishima turned and ascended up the stairwell, leaving the two boys alone on the couch. Seconds of silence passed before they turned to look at each other and wordlessly came to an agreement. Then they bolted off the couch and chased their classmate up the staircase.

Kirishima knocked his fist on the first door on the floor. "Midoriya, can I come in?" he shouted through the door, glaring to the side as the duo of boys stumbled up beside him and struggled to compose themselves. But no response came, and the red-dyed-head furrowed his brow at the nameplate in front of him before knocking again. "Midoriya?"

"Kirishima?" the voice on the other side finally called back. "Uh, yeah, you can come in. And you can turn the lights on."

The three boys shared a confused look before they let themselves in, giving a once-over to the dark room. Hanta flicked on the lights and revealed Izuku seated on his bed, fiddling with his headphones and hanging one over his shoulder while music continued to play through them. "Oh hey," Midoriya acknowledged them, before taking into account how many of them there were, "guys. Is everything alright? Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yeah, there is," Kirishima responded, seating himself against Midoriya's desk and across from the green-haired boy. Kaminari closed the door behind him, then he and Hanta stationed themselves on either side of the red-haired boy. "These two have been meaning to talk to you about it. It's pretty important."

"Is that Eminem playing?" Kaminari asked almost immediately while Izuku unplugged his headphones and turned off his music. "You listen to rap music?"

"Dude," Hanta scolded the blond boy. "Not now."

"Uh, yeah," Midoriya answered anyways. "I like the wordplay and rhyme structures. It's...a good distraction right now."

Kirishima quipped an eyebrow to the green teen. "Does this have to do with your girlfriends?"

The accused boy snapped his head between the other three teens. "Wha...you—"

"Last year," the black-haired boy explained. "We kinda assumed after the Doomguy thing. First name basis and all."

"Oh." Midoriya's expression sombered quickly, his eyes pleading a look to the other boys. "Did...did they ask you to talk to me?"

"Not really, no," Kaminari drawled out. "We've just kinda noticed something going on between you guys, and we wanted to see if there was anything we can do to butt in and help, if you don't mind."

Kirishima gave the blond boy a hardened look to know they'd press on the matter even if Midoriya did mind, up until a sniffle rang through the room. The trio of boys looked back to the teen they came to question only to find him teary eyed and wiping his nose and mouth while trying to stay composed.

"I'm sorry guys," Midoriya struggled out. "It's just been...I'm just stressed out. I don't know what to do."

Though put off by the sudden shift in attitude, Hanta leaned forward and held a hand out to the green-haired Midoriya. "We're here to listen, man," he consoled the other boy. "We're your friends. We just want to make sure everything is okay."

The green-teen choked back a sob before taking a deep breath. "What do you already know?"

"Not much. The only thing we've heard from Jiro was that they're...unhappy with something you've been doing. And that it would make other people feel weird to see. And we have a guess" — Hanta pointed to the other boys beside him giving Midoriya looks of concern — "but that requires you to be honest with us. Can you do that?"

Midoriya nodded, head bent down in shame, and it was Kirishima who stepped up to ask, "What are you doing to the girls?"

"I'm not doing anything!" Midoriya quickly defended himself, flailing his arms about while he talked. "Nothing new! This is just how I've been, how I am! I can't help it! I—I just need to do something with my hands or I feel lost! And they want to take that away from me!"

"Midoriya—"

"It's not like I'm hurting anybody!" the green teen continued over Kirishima's attempt to interject. "I'm just trying to be helpful! There are just things about people I notice and remember and I can't help it! It's how I relieve stress and it makes me happy and they insult everything I've written down and took them away! How am I supposed to attend class without them?"

Kaminari furrowed his brows in confusion and shared his expression with the other two boys. "Hold on, wha—"

"They're my notebooks! How am I supposed to remember tactics and strategy if I don't have notes to refer to and practice with? What if a hero comes to tour the school and I don't have their autograph? How am I supposed to collect it if I don't have something for them to write it on? They even took my pens! What could I even give them to write with?!"

Hanta threw himself back in the chair he occupied, sharing his ludicrous look with the other two boys who reeled back in equal bafflement and confusion. "Midoriya, slow down!" the tape boy interrupted his ranting, cutting the boy off before he could get lost in his mutters. "Run this by us, slowly. You're telling us...the girls took your notebooks?"

After catching his breath during the black-haired boy's question, Midoriya nodded slowly and wiped his eyes on his sleeves. "They told me they don't want me to write any notes for the month and that what I'm doing is creepy and wrong. They said it's some November challenge people do but I couldn't find anything about it online. Heck, there's a November challenge all about writing! I don't get it!"

While the two boys beside him grabbed at their heads and muttered under their breaths, Kirishima took one deep inhale as realization hit him before asking the green-haired teen, "Midoriya, did they tell you what this 'challenge' was called?"

The teen in question grunted and shook his head. "I couldn't remember it so all I looked up was things about writing and November. I still don't know what they were talking about."

"Midoriya," the redhead asked the boy slowly, "does...NNN sounds familiar?"

The green-haired boy shut his eyes and hummed for a few seconds. "It...does, kinda. Actually, yeah." He opened his eyes again and looked up to the boy. "I think that's what Setsuna was calling it. Sounds like it." In response to the boy's, the trio threw their heads back with groans and complaints that threw Midoriya into confusion. "Guys?"

"I am living in a Hell made specifically for me," Kaminari whined as he sank down to the floor.

"Made for us," Hanta corrected the other boy with despair. "What did we ever do to deserve this?"

"Midoriya, do you not know what that actually means?" Kirishima questioned the green teen with a groan of pain. "It's not about notes at all. It has nothing to do with that."

"He doesn't even know what DDD is," Kaminari complained to the teen before Midoriya could answer. "How does the most innocent guy in class get this wrong twice? How could God allow this to happen more than once? How is he having withdrawal symptoms from note taking?"

"W-wait, what do you mean?" Midoriya looked between the three boys for answers. "What does it actually stand for?"

"They mean No Nut November and Destroy Dick December, not No Notebooks November and Doomguy Dress-up December," Kaminari almost shouted at the boy. "How did the people around you convince you that's what they meant? I know you use the internet, you should have come across the truth yourself at one point."

Red in the face now, Midoriya threw his hands in the air wildly. "N-no! I've never heard about that, I swear! I only know December because my dad told me that's what it is. No one ever told me otherwise."

"Now see" - Hanta splayed his hands out before him - "had you not beaten the devil himself back into the ground where he came from, I would believe you here. But the League is gone, you did beat Shigaraki, and you still haven't surfed the internet enough to know these things by now?"

While he and Kirishima continued to pester Midoriya over his knowledge of internet acronyms and lingo, Kaminari was the only one to hear the knock on the door and was the one to answer it. "Oh, hi," he greeted the girl outside. "You need something, Shiozaki?"

Shiozaki Ibara nodded, peering past the blond boy to find the other three teens take notice of her arrival and lock her eyes onto the other green-haired teen. "I have something for Midoriya, actually," she informed the room, hoisting a bag up for them to see. "May I come in?"

"Uh," Midoriya hesitated a moment, looking at the other boys again before gesturing a hand towards her. "Yeah. You can come in."

"Thank you." Shiozaki bowed her head before entering, scooting past the boys to stand beside Midoriya and seat herself gently on the bed beside him, frowning as he inched away just slightly. "I...heard about what the other girls have been doing and asked of you, and I heard a bit more while waiting outside the door." She looked up to the other boys for a brief moment before looking back to the green teen. "I thought you would appreciate this."

Shiozaki set the bag down between them on the bed, gently zipping it open while Midoriya leaned in and peeled it open. There was a moment of silence as he looked at the contents inside, but it didn't take long for his eyes to blow open and for him to yank the pack off the bed. He flipped it over and the trio of boys watched in a stunned silence as a horde of notebooks poured out onto the boys lap and onto the floor.

"These" — Midoriya shuffled through the notebooks and flipped through their pages — "are all my notebooks. This is everything. Wh—Are you giving them back to me?"

Shiozaki winced slightly. "I am, but I haven't exactly told the other girls what I'm doing. I believe they still think they are hidden. Hopefully I can talk to them before they realize they're gone."

"I think I see why they hid them," Hanta muttered, finding a notebook flipped open and reading the notes across the page. "What's the point of having Kaminari's waist size on here?"

The blond boy shuffled over to his friend's side, ignoring Midoriya's sputter of an apology. "I don't even know my own waist size. What's that for?"

Midoriya stuttered and shook as the eyes turned on him. "W-well since you use a lot of tools and devices to supplement your quirk, I've been trying to determine the amount of support items and spares of what you use could fit on a utility belt. The...space they would occupy was something I had to determine too, to be able to calculate the quantity of support items you could carry at a time. Hats...Mei likes those numbers to work out cost efficiency and quantifiable size of the items for her own work."

"Huh." Kaminari picked up the notebook to scan the page a moment before passing it on to its owner. "A bit weird you know the number, but that actually sounds really useful. Can I have copies of that?"

Midoriya nodded with haste. "Yeah, I'll scan them and give you copies. Power Loader doesn't like taking notes from one student about another, mostly when they aren't in his class."

"Is this what they were talking about?" Hanta questioned out loud. "Weird, kinda personal information like that." He looked at the girl with vines for hair. "Is that why you took them from Midoriya?"

"It is," she confirmed and nodded her head before looking into the other green teen's eyes. "We think your notes are amazing and absolutely helpful, Midoriya, do not misunderstand that. I'm sorry we made you think that way. But" — she brushed a hand over the open page of the blond boy in the room — "some of this information isn't exactly warranted without permission. Details like these can come across as invasive if you're writing them down and the ones they are about have no idea you know these things."

"Oh." The green-haired boy stared blankly down at his notes, slowly and silently flipping through the remaining pages until he reached the end. "I...sorry, I should have thought about that."

"It probably doesn't help that Hatsume does that all the time," Kirishima piped in, overlooking the pile of books with a heavy sigh. "I'm maybe working with the least information here out of everyone but I'm going to assume she supports all this regardless?" The two boys beside him shrugged their acceptance while the green teens on the bed nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I'm sorry to sound rude, dude, but that's not manly. Helpful, yeah, but could you ask first? Future reference?"

"Yeah, right," Midoriya agreed. "I'll make sure to ask and talk to you guys before I write stuff like that down."

Hanta looked around the pile and group slowly before turning his eyes on Midoriya. "You got anything on me?" The green-haired boy paused to think, nodded and shuffled the books about before tossing him a notebook numbered 24. "Sweet. Thanks." Though it wasn't asked for, Izuku passed a book along to the red-haired boy too, and the teen took it with a quiet thanks before flipping through the pages.

"Welp, this answered most of my questions," Kaminari stated as he clapped his hands and spun about. He pointed to the two green teens. "Are you guys going to come out to the class about this yet?"

Shiozaki blushed and bowed her head, vines dropping to hide her face from the boys, while Midoriya barely nodded with a small blush of his own. "We've been thinking about how to best do that. Monoma and Mineta aren't exactly the most...quiet people."

"Short stuff's been on it since last year too," Hanta piped in. "I think he still sees you as an ethereal omnipotent being that he'd be disrespecting if he spoke your life without your word and permission. He can keep his mouth shut."

"Then we'll find a way to make sure Monoma respects our decisions too," Shiozaki followed. "I am still in disbelief we've been able to keep this under wraps for almost a year."

"Don't be," the blond boy waved her off. "I've kept my mouth shut about things for years, one thing for almost a decade. Keep practicing and one day you'll be as good as me." Kaminari shrugged and flopped back against the wall for a few seconds, before jumping back up and snapping a finger at Midoriya. "No, wait. Hold on. That still explains nothing about you stealing Tokage's hands."

Midoriya flushed and curled in on himself from the new ludicrous stares from Kirishima and Shiozaki. "I...I thought if I couldn't write anything, I could work around the rule by having someone else write them for me."

Hanta blinked up at the boy from his place on the floor. "Is there like a Notetaker's Anonymous I can send you to or something to work this out? Do understand, I am half serious, because you are starting to sound like an addict."

Before the green teens on the bed could reciprocate their thoughts on the statement, the room's door swung open, and the five teenagers snapped their heads to the figure standing in its place. Wearing a full body blue costume that left only his face and strand from his red and white hair poking out, a red emerald in one hand and a Nintendo Switch in another, was Todoroki Shoto staring into the room and surveying it in silence until his gaze landed on Kaminari. "Fight me, Pikachu."

The room blinked at the dual quirked boy in silence before Hanta looked up to his electric-wielding friend. "Is that how you've been beating him every time?"

"Oh, so it's my fault my spirit animal kicks ass."