Oh yeah. We're back. At the time of writing this, this story has reached 150 followers and has 100 favourites. Thank you. It's very disheartening to see the amount of people not reading this through and giving up during Chapter 1, but to those 5 or 6 hundred of you that are reading every chapter, it means the world to me.

IMPORTANT:

This is likely coming out a few days later than my average of 3 to 4 days. For that, I apologise. My upload schedule is often never as fast as that. So don't expect this story to be updated as often as a few days per chapter. Sorry if that's rude, but I experience severe mood swings and random strikes of motivation that urge me to write.

If it wasn't for the people that often urge me to write through their feedback and support, I'd likely never been this fast to pump out 8 chapters. So, again, thank you.

'' = speech

' = thoughts

'' 'quote' '' = one character quoting another previous line

[][][] = little transition

{}{}{}= flashback begins/ends

Now, on with the story!

The class wasn't fast to return to the dorms. Izuku had been healed by Recovery Girl within half an hour and had hobbled his way back. He was surprised to find himself walking alone, however.

He pushed the main doors open to find Aizawa standing in the centre of the common room.

''Ah, Midoriya. I was hoping the first to arrive would be someone sensible.'' He stated dryly as he slicked back his long hair.

''Something the matter, sensei?'' Izuku dropped the bag containing his newly repaired costume to the floor.

''No. The teachers ordered both classes fast food.'' The homeroom teacher glanced at his watch. ''No one will want to cook after that. And the teachers certainly aren't cooking for you. Not after what happened the last time All Might tried to.''

The two shuddered. His mentor's cooking methods were more ''hope for the best'' than anyone wanted. Especially when he had somehow burned a plate. A plate!

''I-I don't blame you.'' Izuku looked around the common room. It was almost eerie to not see another one of his classmates.

''Hmm. I'll help you carry all that food back here.'' Aizawa strode out of the doors and Izuku followed closely, picking up his bag as he did.

The shaggy-haired man propped the door open with his foot and allowed Izuku in front of him. Izuku smiled gingerly as he hopped down the steps.

Aizawa walked by his side, in case the teen stumbled.

''You performed well today, Midoriya.'' Shota crossed his arms behind his back. ''And for once, you having your arms broken wasn't your own fault.'' He grinned in amusement.

Izuku laughed dryly. ''Thank you, sensei. I've been trying to improve myself. Now that the world knows that I'm All Might's successor, I have to be the strongest I can.'' The greenette's face hardened.

''That's all well and good, but you can't do it all by yourself. You know you can rely on others. You know you don't need them but you rely on them regardless.'' Aizawa said, his mouth a straight line. ''And, listen Izuku-''

Shota strode in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. ''I know All Might is your mentor, and likely your future father, but if you need advice or a pro to help with a case, you can come to me.''

Izuku smiled warmly at his teacher.

''I'm very proud of you, Izuku. I want you to remember that.'' He released his shoulder and they continued their walk to the gate to meet the delivery people.

''Thank you. It's been difficult to study under you… but I'm glad I did.''

''And I'm glad I had you as my student. Hell, with all you've seen the last 3 years you're probably more experienced than me.'' He exhaled sharply.

The two walked in content silence until they came to the enormous, three layered gates. Aizawa simply activated his quirk and sensors scanned him. The first gate's mechanism wired to life and slowly all the giant doors were pulled across.

A single delivery driver was standing by his car, four enormous bags in each hand. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape as Midoriya and Aizawa approached him.

''I assume you haven't been here before.'' The dark-haired man said.

The delivery driver gulped and nodded slowly.

''Hmm. Hand me and the kid the bags, slowly.'' The delivery driver strained under the weight as he lifted his arms. ''Remember: we have the world's most talented gunsman waiting to fire if you try and pull anything.''

The driver nodded frantically. Izuku and Shota took the bags and the driver quickly jumped into his car.

''Hold it right there.'' Aizawa said sternly just as the driver put the keys in the ignition. The young man, who couldn't have been much older than Izuku, slowly pivoted his head.

''Your tip.'' Aizawa dropped a few hundred yen into the man's hand, who quickly scrambled to stop the money falling into the car.

''T-Thank you.'' The driver adjusted his hat and gave the teacher a shaky thumbs up. He floored it and sped out of sight.

''Did you have to do that?'' Izuku frowned.

''Next time he comes here, he won't have to learn.'' Aizawa shifted some of the bags and led him back to the dorms.

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Setsuna laid on a couch in the 1-B dorms, with only Ibara and Kendo as company. The next few hours could be make or break for her conscience. For her sanity, she thought.

The last few months to a year had been taxing. Her relationship with Izuku wasn't always at the forefront of her mind. However, seeing him, hearing his voice, smelling his body spray, filled her with an unfathomable guilt.

She had forced herself on him. He was uncomfortable. She knew that. She didn't care. 'Boys like sex too much to care,' she'd thought.

It hadn't worked out too badly between them overall. They could still work together during class or group projects. Even battle training. Izuku was civil with her, faking the same level of friendliness with her that he had with all others.

Ryukyu saying 'the Last Joint Training Session' brought a year's worth of thoughts to the surface of her mind. It meant that it was one of the last times she could speak to him. Ever, maybe. And those thoughts came spilling out her mouth. In her 'lend me your mouth' joke. In her question as they were carried away on the stretchers.

He had said to meet her at his dorms tonight. Would he stick the class on her? Chastise her sense of humour?

Her nose twitched. MEAT.

She sprung up to find Kan-sensei carrying several bags into the dorms. Pony followed close behind, drawn to the wonderful scent.

''Hey girls!'' She screeched in excitement.

''Kan-sensei, is that fast food?'' Itsuka quirked a brow at their homeroom teacher.

''Sure is.'' He placed the 4 bags on the dining table. ''Our treat. And by 'our' I mean the teachers.''

''But isn't such food against our meal and diet plan?'' Ibara's hands clasped together over her chest.

''Pssh! You can have one cheat day! Besides; I ordered a vegetarian for you, Shiozaki. Also, we paid about 7000 yen for this. This class alone. So please enjoy.'' Vlad King smiled softly as he strode out.

''Oh! The others are on their way, I just got the heads up from Recovery Girl.'' He pushed the door open and jogged down the stairs and down the spiralling path into the inner campus.

''I'll prepare the table.'' Ibara announced as she rushed into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards.

Pony began sorting the bags and emptying their contents, 'oohing' and 'aahing' at every enormous burger or quesadilla.

Kendo fell down on her knees at the side of the couch, leaned down and rested the side of her head on Setsuna's stomach. She was facing towards the greenette as the lizard girl looked down to her.

''Want me to come with you later?'' The orange-haired girl spoke quietly, the rolling of her jaw feeling strange on her stomach.

''Nah. I think that would just make both of us less honest. No offense.'' Tokage reached out with her left arm and stroked Itsuka's hair.

''None taken. You know him better than me, after all.''

Tokage eyed the clock. 'Just a little while longer…'

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''Grrrr… No fucking hot sauce packets.'' Katsuki complained as he eyed his share.

''Hey! Who ordered me a kid's meal!?'' Mineta eyed his cheap Best Jeanist action figure as it fell from the cartoonish cardboard box.

''If you'd gotten here first, maybe you'd have something else.'' Momo said sternly.

''Yeah, like 10 minutes ago when you guys decided to eat without us!'' Mineta whined.

''I'm just glad we don't have anyone who'd turn their nose up to this kind of stuff.'' Jirou bit into her burger and moaned slightly as her tastebuds felt sweet sustenance.

Izuku looked around the room. It was safe to say that the teachers had gone all out for their meal. Every single person had at least 2 burgers, large fries and either coleslaw or potato salad.

He bit into his second burger and chewed slowly, savouring the taste. Ochako's head was leaning on his shoulder as she slowly inhaled the rest of her fries.

''Pfft! The world's lowest maintenance couple!'' Mina whisper-shouted at Eijiro. The Hardening user grinned and laughed with her as they tried not to make their staring obvious.

Shoto looked on in confusion as Momo cut her burger into eighths and attempted to stand her fries like soldiers.

In a very satisfying 10 minutes, the class had basically finished all of the enormous order.

Ochako had finished much faster than the rest and had slumped even further into him, snoring softly. Bakugo gathered up and threw out the garbage and the rest of the class took the chance to retreat up to their rooms. Denki and Kirishima took the girl's elevator with their girlfriends whilst Tsuyu and Fumikage went out for a walk by the campus pond. Koda and Shoji, who was nursing his head with an ice pack after that Tetsutetsu punch, stayed downstairs and decided it was prime time for Animal Crossing.

Izuku slid a hand under Ochako's knees and another under her back and heaved her up into a bridal carry. The brunette mumbled and talked inaudibly but nestled into him. As he rounded the couch and made a beeline for the boy's elevator, the doors to the dorm clanged. Izuku turned his head to see Setsuna.

The dino girl was clicking the heels of her boots together nervously and was evidently trying hard to keep looking his way. He sighed deeply; not in annoyance at the inconvenience but in preparation.

He motioned to Ochako's sleeping form with his chin and Setsuna nodded before stepping outside again. Izuku entered the elevator and steeled himself.

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He tugged his jacket on as he hobbled down the steps to the dorms to meet the lighty quaking form of Setsuna.

''Right; pond? Plenty of benches to sit on.'' Izuku suggested and Setsuna smiled glumly before trudging ahead. The walk wasn't silent, really. But if it wasn't for their footsteps and the occasional distant laughs of the younger classes, it may have been too awkward to handle.

They reached the pond. UA Memorial Pond. An enormous body of water as big as a lake that stretched from treeline to treeline. The sun was just starting to set, but the dimming light's reflection on the water still gave them enough time to speak without having to sit in the dark.

Tokoyami watched with a small smile as Tsuyu waded into the water in her rain boots to place what looked like a paper boat on the surface of the water.

Izuku motioned to a bench just by the water and Tokage sat. She rested her elbows on her knees and placed her chin on her hands. 'Well, if that doesn't say it all…' Izuku studied her as he took a seat too.

''It's a nice evening, huh?'' Midoriya attempted to break the ice.

''Y-Yeah.'' Setsuna rocked in place slightly.

''But we're not here to talk about that, are we?'' He mentally threw away the would-be conversation about the weather.

Setsuna rocked slightly harder now.

''Setsuna. What you did… it greatly affected me. My self image, my thoughts on girls… how girls see me.'' He began. Setsuna's fingers straightened and clawed at her own cheeks. ''Honestly that's maybe the lowest I've been since Aldera. Since I was bullied. It took a long time to get over what you said. About how you could never 'like' me. It even stopped me asking out Ochako for a good 6 months more.''

Setsuna's face contorted in anger. In self-loathing.

''But I forgive you.''

Setsuna spun to face him. ''How?''

Izuku tilted his head in confusion.

''I raped you. I took advantage of the fact you were too shy to tell me 'no.''' Setsuna seethed, but her anger was purely towards herself.

''Why did you do it?'' Izuku asked, matter-of-factly.

''I-I just wanted to do something sexual, I don't know!'' Setsuna's eyes slowly watered. ''I just found you hot and I wanted to see if you wanted to do me! I wanted to validate myself, Izuku! I was selfish!'' She slammed her fist against her thigh. Izuku was tempted to reach out and grab her by the wrist, but thought better of it.

''I just thought: 'he's a boy, he'll love it!' Like an idiot! You aren't like most guys. You aren't 100 percent sexual like a few of the guys here. I-I didn't see that… I wasn't thinking… I'm so so sorry, Izuku…''

''So you found me hot. That's all?'' Izuku seemed perplexed.

''Well yeah, most of the girls here find you hot.''

''No, no. I mean; is that the only reason you chose me?'' He leant forward slightly to meet her eye line better.

''We'd been friends for half a year. I knew you were a good guy. Someone I could trust to not be super overboard or violent with me…'' Setsuna realised how shallow the statement was.

''Wow.'' Izuku tutted. Setsuna looked up at his face.

''Those are some terrible reasons, Setsuna.'' He frowned and the girl shuddered at his tone.

''But I do forgive you. Like I said a moment ago.'' Izuku finally reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Setsuna was tempted to fight off the affection but planted her forehead into his shoulder as she sniffled.

''You did something very dumb and very inconsiderate. I'm sure you have spent the better part of a year knowing that, so I won't keep reminding you.'' He gave her arm a small squeeze.

''I should've told you 'no.' I just didn't want to disappoint you.'' Izuku admitted.

''Shut up, Izuku. You did nothing wrong. I am not going to let you take even one percent of the blame.'' Setsuna wiped her eyes on her leather jacket sleeve.

''Well, okay then. We can just forget the whole thing. We can just recall the better memories.'' He released her and pulled a pack of tissues from his jacket pocket. ''Or make new ones.''

Setsuna's eyes widened in surprise. ''After all this time… and what I did… you're willing to be friends with me again?'' She choked out that last part.

Izuku nodded. ''You asked me earlier, remember? If we could start hanging out again.'' He smiled warmly and Setsuna's tear-stained cheeks turned up to match.

''Thank you! I promise I won't do anything like that again!'' She placed her hands around hip and pulled him in for a hug.

''I know you won't. You're dating Itsuka, right?'' He asked.

''Mhmm. Well we're not 'dating,' per se. She's basically waiting for Tetsutetsu to do some of that 'manning up' he always preaches and ask her out.'' She giggled as she pulled away and used a tissue to dab the tears away.

''Why can't she ask him out?'' Izuku laughed along.

''Like I said; 'manliness.' Tetsu would never forgive himself for not doing it.''

''Oh.'' Izuku said sharply. He looked over her form for a brief second. ''And you're okay with not seeing Kendo anymore when he does ask?''

''Y-Yeah, just about. I love her… but not like that. As a friend. One with several benefits-'' She cupped her face and whispered. ''-With one of those being the ability to make her fingers big.'' Izuku flushed slightly and Setsuna cackled.

''Nah, but seriously. She's great. I see her now as the way I wanted to be with you. Friends, but super sexy.'' She recoiled, probably at her phrasing. ''But I actually asked her first, heh heh…'' She chuckled nervously.

''I see. Well, I'm actually dating now, too.'' He sensed the potential awkwardness and swiftly changed the subject. ''To, uh, two girls, actually.'' He rubbed the back of his head.

''Oh man!'' Setsuna's mouth gaped. ''Seriously?!''

He nodded slowly.

''Who's the other girl!?'' She squinted at him. ''Mei?''

''Nejire Hado.'' He said proudly.

Setsuna's mouth gaped again. Izuku laughed at her shock.

''Y-Yeah, I know. It shocked me too. Still kinda does.'' He rubbed the back of his head.

''We need to discuss this. In detail.'' Lizardy had a deadly look in her eye as she stood.

''Also gives me a chance to show you what I did with my room!'' She pumped her fists excitedly.

''O-oh, sure!'' He was excited too, but couldn't quite match her enthusiasm.

He felt Tokage grab his arm and his sneakers scrape across the pavement as she dragged him towards the 1-B dorm.

'Sorry, Nejire. Looks like we might not keep the secret as well because of my big mouth.'

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Nejire sneezed, her power bracelets making a more-than-efficient shield for the other heroes around her. She straightened back up and watched over the streets in front of her.

''You ready to go, Nejire-chan?'' Best Jeanist squatted on the edge of the rooftops, playing with the fibres of his jean-coat. 'Joat?' Nejire found her thoughts wandering.

''Ready when you are, leader!'' She saluted playfully, to Jeanist amusement.

'Just you wait, Izuku!' Nejire thought as you flew across to their target. 'We'll be together again sooner than you think!'

Hello. Apologies this chapter is shorter than the last few. I didn't want to write Nejire's hero work in its entirety at the end of an emotional/makeup scene. But I'm writing the next chapter as this one is being published.

Also, if you're reading 3PeopleinaCoat's story 'Our New Roommate' and are thinking: ''Hey, this is basically the same!'' That's because… it is. I decided on the whole 'girl forcing herself on Izuku' plot before spinning the name wheel I used to decide the teams in the last two chapters. Setsuna's name came up and I liked the idea of their synergies in the Joint Training Battle in the last 2 chapters. That also meant she had to be the one doing the sexy times with him. So apologies for the similarities.

Besides, 'Our New Roommate' is a great story. Go read it if you haven't! I'd be proud to have a story as good as that one!

Thank you for reading! Please review if you have a question or want to offer criticism!