The next day, at the same time as the day before, class 1-A and some of the staff came back. This time, Nezu and All Might don't accompany them, but the three other teachers agreed to let them know if something interesting comes up, keeping a notebook close to them. Kayama and Yamada mostly stayed for the fun, though.
Actually, a lot more students decided to keep a notebook with them, whether it be to take notes of anything that might come up as useful – like Midoriya – or if they wanted to jolt and doodle down things they saw so they can remember this experience, or some that find it easier to focus when they're fiddling with something else.
Hatada was glad she wouldn't need to touch the subject of her Quirk again to let Mei's strange machine work, because wow that Bakugou kid is scary.
The gray skinned girl sat at the same place she did previously, some of the bowls of snacks she considered safe to snatch all to herself sitting beside her and her homework. Free food, a good night's sleep and extra points in Communication was definitely enough for more rounds of this, even if 1-A sure are a group of strange kids. They mostly didn't bother her though, so she didn't mind.
Speaking of the class, they were eager for the next universe, spectating what it might be. "Maybe I'll be a dragon in this one?" Kirishima muses.
"Maybe I'll be a Pokémon trainer!" Kaminari says excitedly.
"Maybe I'll be the number one pro-hero?" Sero jokes.
"Maybe you won't have a mullet?" Mina raises an eyebrow.
"Whoever said you idiots will ever be in any of these universes!?" Bakugou growls.
"Aww come on, Blasty," Kaminari whines, "It's inevitable, admit it!"
"It's also insufferable."
Aizawa gives Mei the go ahead and she raises a thumb, tapping at her tablet. The screen lights up as the lights dim and cheers erupt from the class.
Searching the multiverse… 11%
Searching the multiverse… 65%
Searching the multiverse… 100%
Now playing: Pixel Galaxy.
"Is this gonna be in space?" Uraraka asks cheerily.
"Why would I have any business in space?" Bakugou questions gruffly.
"Why would you have any business in general education?"
The blond glares.
The alarm clock beeps loudly, showing it was six a.m., in a small apartment. The floors were sleek, made out of wood. In the middle of an almost empty room, a futon lies on the ground, a thick blanket covering it. The early light of the sun shining through the cracks of the blinds and lighting up the room.
"Is that your house?" Kirishima asks.
"No."
"Then where is it?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"
"It looks cozy," Yaomomo comments.
"People here are blind." Bakugou grumbles. Damn rich people. Ignoring the fact that he's pretty rich himself.
A hand shoots from under the blanket, turning off the annoying alarm. Then, a head pops out. Katsuki. He blinks hazily a few times before plopping his face back on his pillow.
Todoroki squints at the Bakugou shown on screen, switching his gaze from him to the current blond. "He looks different."
"He looks older…" Iida supplies in slight confusion.
"Hatada did say these universes may come from the future – kero." Tsu reminds them.
Katsuki is shown going through his morning routine with short jump-cuts, probably to hurry the process on screen. He makes a minimal breakfast, eats, and brushes his teeth. This Katsuki seems to be in his early twenties.
"Dude, you look so manly as a grownup!"
"What does that even mean?"
"It means you look good," Kaminari scoffs, "And it's so not fair, really."
The redhead chuckles nervously, "…T-that's not really what I was trying to say…"
"I wonder if there's going to be something interesting while he does his hero work," Ojirou voices, "Since this seems quite mundane currently."
Katsuki steps out of his apartment, wearing a button down shirt, tie and khakis, shuddering at the chill of the outside.
"That outfit doesn't seem very 'pro-hero' to me," Yamada claims with a pout before popping a popcorn into his mouth.
"I'm probably going to a conference meeting or something," Bakugou shrugs, "I'm sure the number one hero has a bunch of those."
Most of the kids chuckle, making the blond student blush bright red and he burrows into the beanbag he's sitting on and into Kirishima's side in the process. "Assholes," he mutters and the redhead snickers warmly, placing a hand around the other's shoulders in support, which frankly doesn't make him feel any better.
On his way to the train station, the man walks past that one café, the fancy one with the ridiculous cakes. His mouth waters as a gust of warm air from the inside pushes the savory smells of the baked goods right into his face and he shivers, crossing his arms and rubbing his palms over his forearms, trying to warm himself up. He could really go for a hot coffee about now.
"There should be a scent experience to this thing." Satou expresses.
Hagakure shifts a little in place, clothes rustling against the blanket lying on her legs, "Can't you make some yourself?"
"Don't want to."
"Very well."
Katsuki fishes his wallet out of his pocket and peers inside, still slightly shivering from the cold. His bland, tiny wallet is mostly empty. Not enough money for this café, at least.
Bakugou scowls. He feels offended just by looking at this. He clicks his tongue and Kirishima nods from right beside him. He frowns and pushes the redhead away, who doesn't seem too deterred. "Coffee these days," Kirishima says simply like the blond is supposed to understand what that means.
"What happened to the number one pro-hero?" Mina teases, "I expected a little more money than that."
"Shut up, Pinky."
He wheezes a sigh through his nose and instead goes to a cheap café, where the taste is stale and the heat is lesser than hot. He would complain but he has places to be.
"Who are these extras treating my coffee like that!?" Bakugou yaps.
"Overworked, underpaid employees?" Iida suggests.
"From the look of it," Midoriya rambles, "Kacchan seems to be underpaid."
"Shut up, Deku!"
Using the train as an opportunity for an extra nap, he walks swiftly to his place of work. Some boring ass office building where the boss gives him extra paperwork 'cause why not, apparently. Good fucking riddance.
"…and overworked." Midoriya adds quietly.
Aizawa shakes his head. The morning displayed hits too close to home, if you ask him. Though he would probably not respond like that anyway – if you actually asked.
"I refuse to believe there is a universe where I'm not at least in the top ten pro-hero charts!" Bakugou claims with confidence, as if no matter what they show on screen, he'll believe strictly what he wants.
"There are many universes with no Quirks," Hatada murmurs, "So there is a chance this universe has no pro-heroes at all, and hence. You don't. You. You aren't a pro-hero…"
Some of the students coo in awe at that. A world where there are no Quirks? They've never envisioned a place where they themselves live like that. Bakugou, though, doesn't seem satisfied. "Seriously, though? An office job?!"
The girl, not expecting an actual answer, draws a blank. "Uhm. I don't make the rules."
"Shut up."
Sero sends him a glare, "My guy, you can't just keep telling people to shut up."
"Hush it."
Kaminari snickers, "Burn."
In the afternoon, close to evening, Katsuki leaves his job a little behind schedule like always and heads towards a hole in the wall place, some wall-art of colorful characters on the wall beside the stairs that go down.
"Is Bakugou going to a club?!" Uraraka recoils.
"With the money he has?" Ojirou frowns.
The spiky blond himself bares his teeth, glaring at the screen. Confused. He has no idea where this is going. And he doesn't like it, frankly.
He walks hastily into the empty room where a stage with the curtains drawn closed is built under colorful lights, closing the door and locking it behind him.
"Ohh," Kaminari woos, "He owns a club."
He enters a small hallway through a door with an 'employees only' sign on it written with marker on paper and then taped to the door – if that's what you could call them, employees – and walks past a door with a similar sign that reads 'employees' bathroom' and into yet another 'employees only' labeled room because god forbid if Pikachu knows any other terms.
Kaminari gasps, "Am I in this?" he asks excitedly.
"And he called you Pikachu!" Sero says, "Maybe your speculation was right!"
Shinsou purses his lips, "Guys, I don't think it would make sense if there was a different universe with actual, living and existing Pokémon."
"What if they were man-made?" Kaminari raises an eyebrow as if he's winning some sort of argument.
"That would be literal hell."
"Hey!"
Katsuki walks into the moderately sized room, lit poorly for its purpose. The wall on the left is practically a giant ass mirror with a counter in front of three, occupied, high, black leather swivel chairs. There are small lamps surrounding the mirror as if it's a huge vanity instead, and there are items, bags and clothes strewn around the room as well as a worn, small sofa.
"So this is how the behind the scenes of a club looks like," Kaminari drawls with a pretzel half shoved into his mouth, mostly to tease. But Kirishima gives him a look,
"You do realize this means you work at a club too, right?"
The electric blond's eyes go wide and the pretzel falls out of his mouth.
The three sitting in the chairs swivel around to greet him with matching perfect grins because these assholes insist on giving him a heart attack every time he enters his second job. On the seat closest to him, Sero sits with his cheesy undercut that literal ten-year-olds get because their moms thought it was cute.
Mina gasps, pointing at the Sero onscreen and then to the one right next to her, "I told you!" she screeches, "You owe me!"
"Owe you what? We didn't make any bets."
"You owe half your hair, Mullet."
Sero gasps with mock dramatics, clutching at his head, "Mina, how dare you!"
"And your elbows are normal," Midoriya points out, "So I guess there aren't any Quirks here…"
"What do you mean normal? You saying my elbows defy me?!"
"N-no! I-I just-"
"Ha! I'm just kidding, dude. I hold pride in my elbows!"
"O-oh, good." The greenette chuckles anxiously, "You-your elbows are very good, Sero."
"Thanks!"
"This is strange." Ojirou announces before the students silently agree and stiffly continue watching the show.
The next one over is Kaminari with his painted lightning bolt over his hair because he takes pride in looking like that Bolt dog from that one fucking movie. And because he thinks fans would like that. Whatever, sure.
"Wait Kami, that bolt is fake?!" Jirou gasps, "I feel so betrayed."
"I-it's not fake!"
"Bakuman says otherwise, though." Kirishima tisks.
Bakugou squints. Bakuman? Really? He's disappointed, really.
"Well, my bolt is real!" It is to him, at least.
And in the last chair, of course, Kirishima and his firetruck, bright red hair. Because these assholes insist on ruining their most prominent feature like this, for some reason. At least he has his hair down this time instead of spiked up looking like a bonfire, like Katsuki had told him the fans would like. He's seen enough posts on Twitter to know that Shitty Hair with his untamed hedgehog of a head down will blow the socks off of the viewers. At least the ones that they have.
"Hah! You work at a club, too!" Kaminari taunts.
"Why would a club have fans?" Kirishima murmurs as he mindlessly runs a hand through his loose hair. Does Bakugou like it like that?
"Kiri is Knuckles confirmed?" Sero questions in a way too curious tone and Bakugou snorts,
"His hair is stupid whether it's up like a pinecone or not."
"Aww, bro, thanks!"
"How was anything about that a fucking compliment?"
"Hey, hold on a second…" Mina asserts and immediately the other boys turn to hear her speak, "Why the hell am I not there? This is sexist."
"Yeah, what the fuck?" agrees Sero.
"They look like a boyband," says Todoroki, drawing gazes towards him, "And usually girls aren't in boybands."
"…I guess? I'll just pretend Todoroki talking about boybands is a normal occurrence."
"A boyband?!" Kaminari shouts suddenly, "That's even better!"
"Ahh," Yamada sighs, "I remember when I had a boyband phase."
Aizawa cocks his head with a smirk, "You wanted to be in a boyband?"
"No… I wanted to be a hero. But I just listened to a lot of J and K-pop."
Kayama giggles, "That wasn't a phase, sweetie."
Yamada rolls his eyes with a pout, going slightly red.
"Ho, ho, ho!" the yellow bastard huffs, "Look who finally decided to show up!"
Katsuki scowls and looks down at the hand watch wrapped around his wrist, "I'm on time, dimwit." He swiftly snags a large, shiny purse from the couch and enters an extra closet at the other side of the room, opposite to the mirror, shutting the door behind him.
"Yeah, well, it always feels like forever."
"This is strange." Kaminari announces flatly, "Like, this is a normal, casual, day-to-day conversation we had but also didn't at the same time? And in the future?"
"More like awesome," Sero corrects him.
"Oh it's awesome," he nods, "And also strange."
"You sound like an asshole in both of them." Bakugou provides helpfully.
"Thanks, bro."
"It's so cool that Bakubro works so much! Working late to make a living…?" Kirishima pauses for effect, "Manly." Oh if he only knew.
"We even started putting the makeup ourselves," Sero offers offhandedly which is promptly followed by the bang of the closet door opening, hitting the wall. Katsuki stands there, seething and looking positively livid, wearing a tucked-in, white, collared shirt with one of those useless tiny pockets over the chest and a few of the first of the buttons undone, black jeans and a black leather jacket with the collar popped because he's supposed to be the 'bad boy' of the group or something like that. The other three goons are wearing outfits matching the color scheme,
Jirou snorts, covering her mouth with a hand, "Like a blond person could be the bad boy." Both Bakugou and Kaminari shoot her a glare.
"You even have a whole system going," Shinsou congratulates, ignoring the withering form of Midoriya next to him, who hasn't been expecting any of this, yet is still showing interest, "let me guess how it is," he speaks, "Bakugou is the bad boy, Sero is the cute neighbor, Kirishima is the hot and sweet one that's out of your league, and Kaminari is…"
"The mystérieux one!" Aoyama provides.
"What?!" All four mentioned boys squeak, some's faces going red.
"How am I mysterious?!" Kaminari squawks rightfully.
"Well," Aoyama hums, "Have toi ever met a happy-go-lucky, cheery person that didn't have some sort of baggage on them?" He lets the question sink in across the room, "Fans of these kinds of groups tend to think of the membres as characters rather than actual human beings. So they'll assume there's more to Kaminari than meets the eye, and merveille what that is." For some reason, now Midoriya is taking notes.
The electric blond gapes at the other, much like the rest of the class, before clearing his throat, "Well, I'll have you know I'm all alright."
Sero and Mina gasp in harmony, exchanging wide glances, "That's what a person who isn't alright would say!" they both exclaim at the same time and thoroughly freak the blond out. "You're coming here, Kami!" Sero calls and nods to the space between him and the girl.
Kaminari gulps, "There's barely any room!" he complains, gesturing to the bean.
"Now!" Mina urges alarmingly.
"O-okay!"
"What?!" Katsuki shouts, "You assholes, you know I only do the makeup for the extra money!"
"Hey, chillax," Sero assures coolly, "You'll still get your money's worth, kay, Exploser? We were just bored."
"I didn't do my makeup." Kirishima offers a little late with a timidly raised hand. Katsuki simply tisks and ignores the redhead in favor of marching right up to Soy Sauce's face and evaluating his work, the dumbass still wearing that stupid grin of his.
"I'm, like. Terrified just by looking this." Sero confesses, with one hand now holding onto Kaminari's middle, mirroring Mina who's on the blond's other side, "And that's not even me!"
"And he doesn't even have a Quirk." Satou emphasizes.
"You better be scared," Bakugou mutters – and for a second Kirishima wonders if he's going insane, because he remembers vividly the explosive teen being right next to him on his right but the voice comes from his left. When he glances, he realizes that Bakugou changed his seat to the empty beanbag Kaminari left. But that means that he would either need to get up to get there, or that Bakugou had to crawl over him – both things he doesn't remember happening, at all. He frowns a small frown, his side now chilly.
Katsuki sighs. It's not as good as when he does it, but he doesn't think anyone would care, really. He huffs before turning to Kaminari and he raises an eyebrow at the shorter blond, "You did this?"
"Nah, Sero did!"
"So it's official that I'm better at makeup than Kami?" He jabs a finger at the electric boy's stomach and Kaminari swats his hand away.
"And I'm better than all of you!" Mina squawks, "And yet…!"
"I didn't do mine." Shitty Hair says and Katsuki rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard. No give me your face." He grabs Kirishima's chin before digging his other hand into the makeup bag on the counter,
"That sure is a sentence if I've heard one." Tsu says flatly.
"What songs are we playing today?" Katsuki asks as he applies minimal makeup on the redhead's face.
"Seriously?" Soy Sauce snorts, "We're starting off with the Pixel Galaxy one, then-"
"Yeah, okay shut up."
"You asked!"
"I did, and then I remembered and now I don't give a shit."
Aizawa, who had stopped tuning in long ago, sighs. Why does Bakugou insist on cursing in every sentence?
"So they named a whole universe over a song?" Yaomomo frowns.
"They named a whole universe over a Quirk, earlier." Bakugou grunts.
"Yeah, but…" She trails off.
"Maybe the name doesn't correlate to the difference between the universes to ours?" Midoriya suggests.
Hatada pipes up lazily, "Don't think about it too hard. It doesn't really mean anything; it just mostly picks something simple enough to name it. That's what I learned, anyway."
He finishes applying the makeup on Kirishima and himself and tosses the tools back to his bag, "Okay, let's get this over with."
They finish their round in front of the mostly teenage girl filled audience, cheers applying. Obviously Katuski absolutely ripped it on the drums, but he's glad the day is over. He can't wait to just… relax on his mattress… for the rest of the day.
"Why didn't they let us watch the show!?" Kaminari whines, "I wanted to see myself shredding it on stage in front of a bunch of girls!"
"They're teenagers, Kaminari." Jirou reminds him with a look.
"I'm a teenager!"
"It's weird to see us as grownups…" Kirishima admits.
"Speak for yourself," Mina grumbles jealously.
He rides back the train to his home, falling asleep on some poor soul after he had trouble at the station earlier. He makes the steps up to his apartment before fishing out his keys from his pocket. Immediately after he enters his home, he starts up the electric kettle for some coffee before he walks towards his Livingroom slash bedroom but promptly stop at the threshold. Staring wide eyed at what's in front of him.
Mei snaps her finger, "So this is when the real stuff starts!"
"Okay so bets on what it's gonna be?" Kirishima offers.
"Skunk." Mina says flatly.
"Stop being so bitter. I bet it's a mysterious crime scene with lots of blood." Bakugou guesses.
"I hope not…" Sero murmurs.
"I'm not putting in any money – but I bet it's a Pokémon!"
"kami, no-"
There was… a girl on his bed. She was pink and had pink hair. So much… pink. She wore a yellow dress that reached her knees, yellow like her horns. And mismatched socks, different in length. She looks to be about five or so.
"YES!" Mina screeches, thrashing in her place like a fish out of water, making Kaminari nudge away nervously as he chuckles. "Yes yes yes I'm in the fucking universe!"
"Y-you sure are…"
"I knew you could do it!" Kirishima exclaims, as if this was some sort of personal goal for the pink student. Maybe it was.
"Is it weird for a person to be… pink? Or have horns?" Kouda wonders quietly for the first time.
"Well, if they didn't have Quirks, then they didn't have mutants either, right?" Shouji guesses. The girl was still vibrating in place intensely.
Katsuki drops to his knees in front of the child, his palms pressing against the wooden floor. He feels like his face is going to just fall off or something. Or maybe his kettle is going to explode – he has no idea. Absolute dread fills his body as he reaches a hand to the girl.
"Bakugou being concerned doesn't feel right in my… eyes. I can't look at it." Uraraka complains.
"It is quite the adjustment." Tokoyami agrees.
The moment his finger touches pink skin, some sort of magical. Light. Thing flashes and erupts, which has Katsuki staggering backwards.
He can't. think.
"I didn't know you could do that, Ashido." Satou expresses with a cheeky smile.
"Oh, totally," she nods, "I just have that effect on men." She turns to looks at Kaminari, who she is still clinging to. He nods, too,
"I'm in ecstasy."
The girl sits up, rubbing her eyes before opening them and beaming at Katsuki. Her eyes are… black…
"Okay, geez I look strange, I get it. Get over yourself!"
"What do you want from me!?"
Hagakure seems to be vibrating in place, "Tiny Mina… so! Cute!"
"Ayy!" Mina beams, taking her attention off of the sandy blond and raises a peace-sign.
He shakes his head. Okay, doesn't matter why this girl is cosplaying some sort of creature or why or how she got in. What's important is that he returns her to her parents or guardians or something and then demand an apology from them.
"Aww, you do care!" Sero coos. Bakugou sends him a death glare.
"Kami, are you going to be alright?" Mina asks before Kaminari directs a confused look at her. He shrugs, nodding and that's enough for Mina to let go of him and roll over Kirishima and to Bakugou's bean.
"Hey! Leave me the fuck alone!"
"Nope, this is our episode, Kacchan!"
"No!"
It seems the girl read his mind, or something, because she raises a finger and points towards the sky.
"The… the ceiling?"
"Space!"
Katsuki squints. "Space."
"Home!"
"…Home."
"Oh, she really is an alien queen." Jirou muses with wonder.
"More like a crook!" Bakugou growls, "Get out of my fucking home! And my space, Pinky!" He shoves Mina away, who's insisting they share a seat.
"How am I supposed to get out of space when that's where I live?"
Katsuki sighs. Okay. Don't get mad. She's just a child, she's an idiot. "Listen, kid. Do you know the number for your parents…?" he trails off when she places a palm in between them, flat side up. "Uhm."
An oozy, gooey, liquid pours out of her palm and onto the floor. He makes a face. What the fuck.
"Acid!"
"…Acid."
"Oh, hey! You still have your Quirk." Kirishima says with a grin.
"That's not a Quirk, Kiri. That's obviously my awesome alien powers!"
"So although it's been theorized for many, many years that the existence of aliens was very much potentially likely, we had never had actual, solid proof they exist. While this could also be some sort of prank on Kacchan, it was shown that Ashido's hand was empty before the-" Midoriya gets elbowed by Shinsou and the muttering promptly stops. "S-sorry," he says before jotting down notes.
She places a hand over herself. "Mina!"
"Acid?!"
She brings the other hand to her chest as well, "Mina!"
Okay, don't get pissed at a child, okay okay. He takes a deep breath. She must be as confused as him if not more. "Katsuki, uhm. Do you-" She squeals in delight and he pauses, grinding his teeth.
"Adorbable." Mei mutters. Mina snickers, blushing.
"Okay, let's see where your parents are, yeah?" He sighs as he gets up, brushing dust off of his pants. He sends a hand for her to hold but retracts it immediately upon remembering this girl can apparently control sweat or something.
He spends the day going around asking people if they know this freak of nature and hanging up posters to contact him if they know this alien-like creature.
"You seem very skilled at handing off strangers," Kaminari points out, "Were you the type to try to find families and owners to lonely kitties and puppies you randomly found."
Aizawa perks up.
"Nope. I'm just very good at everything."
"Fair enough."
Soon enough, Mina becomes antsy and starts whining garbled, un-understandable messes to him as they walk across the streets. They already ran out of fliers, and people didn't have the patience for him lecturing them about a child they gave no shit about. Not to mention that the girl keeps spraying her weird hand juice to anyone who would listen, and they would grumble and leave.
"Katsuki! Food!" she whines, stomping on the sidewalk angrily, refusing to trail him.
The blond sighs and turns around, glaring at her, "Kid. Okay. I'll get you to the police station, alright? I'm fucki- I'm trying to get you home."
"Home! Space!" she screams, tugging at her horns.
Katsuki stomps his way towards her. She doesn't even flinch as he crouches in front of her and parts her hair around her little yellow horns. No hair band. Is she wearing a wig?
"Wig."
"Get off of my bean!" Bakugou kicks Mina.
He pushes her hair back from her pink forehead. Not a wig. He tugs at the horns.
"Ow!"
Katsuki silently hisses a few curse words as she lets him toy around with her head. He lets go of her… horns, and places two fingers around one of her eyes, making her open it a little wider. These must be some giant ass contact lenses, right?
"Katsuki, stop!"
He takes a step back but ends up tripping and falling on his butt like an idiot in the middle of the sidewalk. "There are no such things as aliens!"
Mina frowns, not understanding completely the Japanese language, as he found out earlier before pointing at the now dark sky. "Space! Home! Food!"
"She really has a way with words." Sero mumbles.
"How are you not freaking out?" Kaminari questions, curled up next to his dark haired friend.
"Bakuboy won't actually hurt me for using his seat," Mina says, looking at Bakugou who had given up on the fight and is now just pouting with his arms crossed.
"No, I meant. How is tiny you not scared?"
"No idea, honestly."
"Well, she never said she has no way of returning home – kero." Tsu informs.
Mina ponders that, "I mean. Yeah… Huh."
Katsuki stares at her big, black eyes before sighing again. "Fine," he grumbles, "Let's get food in our… Earth home…"
Mina tilts her head curiously, "Earth?"
"Uh," the blond gestures towards the area awkwardly, "Earth…"
"Oh!" She beams, "Earth! Home!"
"Uh, yeah."
"Are there universes without Quirks that you look less pink?" Kaminari wonders, struggling with asking the question without possibly offending his friend.
"I'd be up for that." Mina says. "Or maybe it's just fate for me to look like this."
At Earth home, Katsuki makes a simple dinner for Mina – like all his dinners – but ends up needing to dig in his drawers for a fork, since she doesn't understand how to use chopsticks. Thankfully, she seems more comfortable with the silver utensil.
He helps her take a bath and she falls asleep on his bed. Great, alright. Guess he's sleeping on the floor.
"What a gentlemen!" Mina exclaims.
"Hey Exploster," Kaminari starts, "If something happened to my room, would you let me crash at your bed?"
"No. You seem plenty fine sharing space with Tape Face over there."
Sero raises a thumb up.
"No, but. Like what if all four of our rooms were destroyed except yours?"
"There's a lounge for a reason." Bakugou spits.
"But what if the whole building was damaged except for-"
"Then we're obviously moving out of the fucking Heights Alliance!"
Sero taps his buddy's shoulder, "Give up, dude." Kaminari frowns with a whine.