Chisaki is displeased. Moving day! Izuku is stronk boy and Momo is confused. The class is finally set! And oh boy, time to meet Eri.

...don't ask how this chapter ended up 10k words again. I legit do not know where this is coming from. Still, I hope you all enjoy! The final class roster is now set!


The spray of blood splattered upon the wall, making Overhaul internally wince beneath his mask. Punishment for failure was necessary, but the mess was annoying to deal with. He gave no further thought to it, knowing Chronostasis would handle the cleanup. He turned and walked away, casually replacing his glove with another one. This one had an entire two drops of blood on it…disgusting.

"Get that cleaned up. The report?"

Chrono flipped the page over on his clipboard. "We were unable to identify where exactly Eri was taken to, but Mimic did catch a glimpse of who took her. It was a group of four teenagers, two boys and two girls. However, they did not take her to a police station according to our contacts."

Overhaul sighed. "Tell me we have more information than that."

"Mimic was able to give us fairly decent descriptions. Three of them did not seem incredibly unusual, but one had oddly green and black hair, which is a more unique hair coloration. We did not see any sight of their Quirks to track back from there, however. They took Eri to a small cafe, but shortly after speaking on the phone to someone, they left in a hurry. Mimic was not able to keep up with them."

"Disappointing. Do you have anything good to report to me?"

"Not exactly good, no. We received another request for a meeting from that man, however."

Overhaul paused in his stride for a moment, contemplating. "Hmm. Do you think they were part of Eri's abduction?"

Chrono shook his head. "I don't believe so, no. If they were I feel they would simply already be attempting to ransom her to us. As well as the four teenagers did not look like the usual members of the League."

Overhaul waved that off. "Looks can be deceiving, but you have a point about the ransom. They have resources we could use…hmm. Very well. Set something up, soon. We need Eri…and I will be certain to make those who took her pay. I will not allow some teenagers to ruin everything we've worked so hard to create."

"It will be done."


Moving into the dorms wasn't really that difficult, especially once you factored in some judicious use of Ochako and Izuku's Quirks, with a little bit of help from Himiko transforming into Ochako to add more. The hardest part was taking turns staying at UA to keep Eri calm, as even if they weren't right next to her, she had trouble staying calm if one of them wasn't at least where she could easily find them.

Hound Dog assured everyone involved she would get past this eventually, that she could find a more healthy way of expressing her affection and worries, but for now they simply had to take turns going back to pack. It was easiest for Ochako and Himiko…their apartment was only paid up through the end of the month anyways, since whether they passed or failed the exam, they'd be moving out of it once they did. They'd kept most of their stuff packed just to make it easier, so it took little to no time to get them moved in.

Ochako and Himiko were pleased they ended up rooming next to each other. Katsuki and Izuku were likewise pleased they weren't next to each other, as while they loved each other like brothers, they weren't unhappy having some space for once. The most difficult thing to move was moving Katsuki's drum set into his room, since he was assured the rooms were soundproofed he decided to bring it. Izuku's guitar was easier to bring obviously, but the two boys had already planned on playing together sometimes to relax.

Eri had been moved into the bedroom next to Izuku, as she seemed to like his presence the most. Cementoss had created a doorway between the two rooms specifically for them to pass through, so Eri could avoid the hallway if she wanted privacy to come see him. Hound Dog had sat down with Izuku and gone over techniques for dealing with nightmares and panic attacks (though Izuku protested he knew how to deal with them, Hound Dog patiently explained that knowing how to handle them himself was different than guiding someone else through it, not to mention the age difference meant they had to use slightly different techniques).

They had set up a special panic button just for Eri if she felt too overwhelmed or if her Quirk activated. Eri had her own, but the other four also had one just in case, which would summon Aizawa as quickly as he could make it to her and also page Recovery Girl and Hound Dog. With all that, they felt as comfortable as they could be. Aizawa informed them he had an apartment on the bottom floor, but if they were able to handle it, he'd be spending most of his time in the teachers dorm so he could better handle his lesson planning. The four of them felt they should be fine…it was just them and Eri for now, so they were pretty sure they could manage it for the next few days until the rest of their classmates arrived.

That was, until the boys checked the kitchen and realized it had nothing. Basic pots and pans, utensils, but absolutely no food and worst of all, no spices. This would not stand. Izuku and Katsuki went storming off to purchase everything they needed, both equipment and various foodstuffs (as the only real cooking equipment they brought were their aprons and the individualized knife sets the two of them got for Christmas one year).

Himiko sighed fondly at the two idiots, watching them leave with a soft expression. She kept quiet though, as Eri had curled up next to her on the couch while watching one of Himiko's favorite shows from her childhood, an old magical girl anime she'd watched religiously. She'd been trying to introduce Eri to all the things she'd missed out on (which she found more and more things every day, internally adding to her long list of reasons she intended on disemboweling this 'Chisaki' person), and getting her accustomed to quiet tv days felt like a safe thing to do.

Ochako stepped into the common room, her habitual sunshine smile softening at the sight of a sleeping Eri, her form curled up into Himiko's side like she was the one with the cat mutation, not Himiko. The television was on, playing some old anime with the volume lowered as Himiko just gazed down at the sleeping unicorn child, gently running her hand through the white hair.

The four had quickly realized Eri was touch starved, with how quickly she latched onto anyone who showed her basic human affection. But it was also overwhelming for her, the idea of soft, gentle touches rather than the pain she was used to, so the four had taken it slow.

Katsuki, who was by his nature the type to show his affection rarely, simply allowed Eri to approach him how she felt most comfortable. It wasn't as safe for him to rub her back or stroke her hair as it was with the others, so instead he allowed her to use him as a pillow at times, letting her rest in his lap or pressed up against his side, his arm wrapped about her protectively.

Ochako, on the other hand, was more aggressive in her affection. They noticed Eri was slightly more comfortable with women than men (likely due to the ones torturing her being all male), with the sole exception of Izuku, and so she took full advantage of that. Ochako would hug her unexpectedly, or lift her in the air and giggle with her as she 'flew'. Eri took to it well when it came from her, rarely if ever becoming panicked by the surprise, rather more likely to give the tiniest of giggles instead.

Himiko and her bonded over the things Himiko was trying to show her. The wonders of television, music she'd play off her phone, little games the two would make up together. She'd carefully take Eri to the roof and show her the view from above, the campus stretched out as far as she could see, the numerous training areas and massive buildings looking so beautiful to Eri's naive eyes.

The way Izuku helped Eri was unique in its own way. Eri seemed to understand something about him she didn't see in the others, seeing the pain reflected in his eyes. And it let her relax fully around him, being willing to let him handle her in ways she wouldn't let the others. It didn't hurt that he radiated heat and she always seemed to be cold, something Recovery Girl said could be attributed to her malnutrition and slight anemia from Chisaki's actions. She'd seek him out during the day just for a hug, a chance to cuddle into his side and absorb the warmth he could push out.

Ochako just gazed down at her girlfriend and the small child who had already wormed her way into their hearts, the four of them silently vowing to protect her no matter what came their way. No one should go through what she did, and they would make sure she never did again. Ochako had become a hero both to help her parents, but also to bring smiles to peoples faces. And Eri did not smile…yet. She'd find the way, with the help of those around her.

Himiko looked up at her, smiling softly in return, her fangs glinting with the low light from the television and the fading sunlight of sunset through the windows. So as not to wake the unicorn laying beside her, she lifted one hand and painstakingly spelled out the word 'blanket' in sign language. Ochako and Himiko had been learning sign language from the boys, since they had taken classes on it early due to concerns about Katsuki having hearing loss from his Quirk.

Luckily for him, his hearing was reinforced similarly to his arms, and it could take more of a beating than the average person. However, he begrudgingly had admitted it still could be a bit much, and they knew Izuku had planned for hearing guards/aids to be part of Katsuki's hero costume.

Ochako shook her thoughts off and nodded, quietly leaving the room to go grab one of Himiko's super plush blankets that Mitsuki had gifted the girls when they moved into the dorms. No one ever mentioned to her or Masaru about the girls 'situation', but well…Katsuki got his brains from somewhere. They never said anything about it, but it wasn't hard to notice how often they gently pushed new things at the girls: new clothing, blankets, a new phone for them both after a long argument over it, Mitsuki insisting they needed it if they were going to UA so they could more easily talk to their parents.

Though Ochako felt incredibly guilty over it, she couldn't deny how much more helpful it was. It helped her study better too, listening to music through a decent phone for once. The laptops the boys had gifted to them for Christmas also made the work easier to complete, not having to find a library to work from for some of the things required. She'd vowed the first chance she got, she'd find a way to spoil her boys back for what they'd done. But for now, her first goal was helping spoil Eri. And spoil her, they would.

She carried back the plush blanket with her, the color a deep navy blue, and gently laid it over the two of them. Himiko looked up at her and patted the couch on her other side, enough space for her to squeeze in without disturbing the two. Ochako rolled her eyes in mock annoyance and indulged her girlfriend, squishing herself between Himiko and the couch arm, snuggling under the blanket with her. While the temperature was pretty nice outside, Izuku ran hot and so they had set the dorm temperature a tiny bit lower to make it more comfortable for him (no, it had nothing to do with it encouraging snuggling, Himiko would argue, while she would sprawl over her partners laps happily or pounce on them from the shadows to cuddle against them. Nope. Nothing to do with that at all).

Ochako reached over and tangled her fingers with Himiko's free hand, sighing softly as she did so. Something about this felt right, ever since she'd fully come clean about how she felt to Himiko and Izuku. It wasn't some mind-blowing change…the three had been fairly cuddly to begin with (especially with Himiko around). The flirting was also pretty normal, especially as Izuku got somewhat more comfortable with them, enough that though he rarely flirted back directly, it was more impactful when he actually did.

Honestly, little had changed at all, save the occasional kiss on the cheek or how the underlying worries about how the others felt was gone. Ochako's mind drifted off to other things they could do, and she was suddenly very happy her head was currently buried in Himiko's shoulder so the blonde couldn't see the flush in her cheeks as she considered…things. So far they had only cuddled and similar things, but it wasn't like she hadn't thought of other things…she was a healthy young woman with two exceedingly hot partners. She knew she should not be embarrassed by wanting to kiss them until she passed out but dammit, the idea was…was…dammit it was hot and she did not want to be thinking about it right now!

She shook her head slightly to clear it of such thoughts. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the silence. Everything had been so gungho and loud and training and then the exam and their relationship and then Eri and moving in and…honest to god she was exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. She just needed these couple days of calm, of relaxation, of taking care of this little girl who needed them, to just decompress and get back to her equilibrium.

She didn't know how long she drifted off in the comfort of her girlfriends arms and the quiet breathy snores of Eri, but the door opening and the annoyed grunting of Katsuki and a murmured comment from Izuku had her lifting her head and blinking bleary eyes. As the boys stepped in, carrying god knows how many bags (seriously why did the boys demand everything take only one trip?), they froze as they noticed the tableau before them. Himiko put her finger to her lips with a smirk, pointing down at the napping Eri.

Izuku made a show of tiptoeing across the room with a goofy grin on his face, making the girls have to hush their sudden snorts of laughter. Katsuki rolled his eyes fondly and just stepped around the tiptoeing greenette, heading into the kitchen area to begin putting things away.


Later, after a lovely dinner together with the four of them showing Eri the wonders of dessert, for all of the sleep she got earlier in the day, she still was exhausted and went to bed early. She asked Izuku to stick around, and he volunteered to read to her, having been handed a bunch of children's books that Present Mic and Midnight had fetched for Eri's use. Katsuki was cleaning up, but Himiko and Ochako pushed him out of the way like every time, the same tired argument about how the boys had cooked to let them clean up after (Katsuki was so overly particular about where things went he'd always go back and redo it if they didn't get it perfect though).

As the girls finished washing up the dishes, they left the kitchen together, about to head up to check on Izuku when they noticed Katsuki leaning against the wall next to the stairs, arms crossed and brow furrowed.

"Something wrong?" Himiko asked, tilting her head to the side.

Katsuki pursed his lips for a moment, sighing deeply as he ran one hand through his hair and tugged on it. "So…listen. Like, just…hear me out, okay?" The girls shared a glance, but looked back at him and nodded. "...I'm not good at this sort of shit, but just, let me say this. Like…we're here, at UA. Classes haven't started yet but we're here, and we're going to be fucking heroes, right?"

"Well, yes, that's the plan," Himiko replied, confused.

"I know! I know, it's what we wanted. It's what I've always wanted, since I was in fucking diapers. It's what Zu wanted too, even if he didn't admit it for so long…" he trailed off for a moment, shaking his head a second later. "Whatever. Not the point. Or, well, it kinda is the fucking point."

Ochako reached out and gently lay her hand on Katsuki's tensed arm, squeezing softly. "Take your time. We're listening."

"That's the problem! Or well…not the problem. Fuck, I can't get this right," he muttered as he stepped away from the wall and Ochako's touch, pacing back and forth. "Look, you two got with Zu, and now we're watching this little kid, and Izuku's here, at UA, with me, with you. It's just…you know. You know everything now. And you put up with his issues, but you didn't make it a problem. You never cared. And you put up with me, and I'm a fucking jackass. You two just…fuck!" he growled, stopping in place.

He turned to face them, his shoulders slumping, his head bowed for a moment. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath and squaring up to his full height, an almost imperious look on his face as he looked at the two girls with a steely gaze. "I just wanted you to know…how thankful I am. What you did for Izuku. For me. For our family. Because I didn't know how to push him any further. I didn't know what to fucking do. I was at the end of my rope. I was watching my brother just slowly fade away and couldn't do shit to change it. Then you two come around, and Toshi shows up, and we meet Nighteye and just…everyone helped. But you two most of all. So…thank you, Himiko, Ochako. I just…wanted you to know…" his voice trailed off as he looked away uncomfortably.

"Katsuki," Ochako began, her voice soft.

"Don't. You know I'm not much for mushy bullshit," he muttered.

"Well too fucking bad you blonde bomb, you're getting a hug. Deal with it!" she shot back, moving forward to hug his stiff form. He rolled his eyes, his attitude resetting itself as Himiko also stepped forward to hug him as well.

"You and your dad are more alike than anyone realizes," Himiko says as she releases him.

"Huh?"

She gives him a quick smile. "Your dad said something really similar, about how thankful he was to us, back when we had 'Chako's parents over. But I don't think you guys realize how thankful we are."

Ochako nodded. "You're a pain in the ass, Katsuki, but we wouldn't love you any other way."

He rolled his eyes again. "Alright, alright. I don't need to do the whole threatening brother thing, right?"

"Kats, if we hurt Izu, I'll turn into you and blast my own face," Himiko deadpanned.

"That seems a little extreme," came the voice from the top of the stairs. The three looked up to see Izuku, his arms crossed and eyebrows raised as he looked down on them.

"How long were you there, fucker?" Katsuki demanded.

"Just the end. Eri fell asleep so I figured I'd come down and see if you guys needed help with the cleanup."

"Yeah well, convo's done, don't eavesdrop," Katsuki snarled.

Izuku waved his complaints off. "You were speaking in the common room, Kacchan. Not my fault I overheard."

"Whatever."

"I'm not saying anything about it, but Himiko, please don't blast your own face. I happen to like it as it is."

Himiko blinked rapidly for a moment, a slight pink coming up in her cheeks. Ochako giggled at the sight, happy to see the rare occasion where Himiko was on the other end of the flirtation.

Izuku walked down the stairs, looking over the three before him. "Well…what now?"

"Movie?" Himiko offered, shrugging. Katsuki shrugged back, as Ochako headed to the large television to pick something out.


"Look alive problem children, you have a visitor," Aizawa's dry voice got the attention of the quartet. Katsuki was in the kitchen, contemplating a new recipe as Izuku and Himiko played a board game with Eri. Himiko was in the background, quietly taking pictures of the cuteness that was her partners and Eri together. The four glanced up as the pro entered the dorm, a mug of coffee in hand. Behind him stepped a familiar figure, the green-yellow hair of Sir Nighteye looking over them with a severe expression.

"Sir!" three of them chorused, Katsuki just giving a nod of recognition as he turned back to the stove, staring between three small bottles of spice.

Eri shrunk back slightly, but she was very good at picking up context clues from those around her, and how none of them seemed to be worried had her relax just a little. Still, she tugged at Izuku's sleeve and when he leaned over to her, she whispered quietly "I-Is he safe?"

"Very much so. He helped train us, and he's the one who told us to bring you here. His hero name is Sir Nighteye. Are you up to talking to him?" Izuku replied.

Eri bit her lip, before nodding. "If you're there…"

"Of course I'll be there. We're all going to be here for you Eri," he gave her a reassuring smile.

"So this is Eri?" Nighteye asked, having taken a few steps towards the teenagers.

"Yes sir, this is her," Ochako said, reaching over and gently stroking Eri's hair in a motion she knew calmed the girl.

Nighteye looked at the floor, glancing about for a moment before taking a seat, folding his legs beneath himself. He looked over at Eri and spoke softer than the teens were used to. "Hello Eri, my name is Nighteye. I have been investigating the man known as Kai Chisaki and his organization for quite some time. My goal is to catch him and throw him into jail so he can never hurt anyone ever again. I was hoping you might be able to help me?"

"Y-you're going to stop him?" she asked, her voice querulous.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to do so. Anything you can remember could be helpful. I know you told your story to these fine young heroes already, but do you think you could repeat it for me? I may have some questions if that's alright."

Eri looked up at Izuku, searching for an answer in his gaze. He smiled down at her and nodded, his hand on her back with a gentle pressure as if to remind her that he was there, ready to help keep her safe. Ochako scooted closer to her, flanking her on the other side, as Himiko hopped over the couch and sat down behind her. In the kitchen, Katsuki left what he'd created to simmer and walked to the fridge, pulling out an apple (it had taken little time to figure out how much Eri adored apples), and brought out one of his favorite knives. With a plate in hand, he strolled into the living room, plopping on the couch next to Himiko. He began to peel and cut the apple, placing each piece carefully on the place and handing them to Eri to snack on as she spoke.

Eri looked back at Nighteye and nodded. "O-Okay, I can do that!"

"You're a very brave young lady. Thank you," Nighteye said, a small smile crossing his face.

Though they had already gone over it once, the four were still visibly fighting back their own reactions to Eri's story as she went over it with Nighteye. They kept Eri from seeing it though, well aware of how she reacted to perceived anger. Katsuki kept her supplied with small slices of apple, to help ground her as she went over it. Telling it once seemed to have made it a tiny bit easier for her to retell the tale, but it still was clearly upsetting her.

Nighteye asked pointed questions about specific details the others hadn't known, apparently knowledge he'd gained from his investigation into Chisaki's organization, which he called the 'Shie Hassaikai'. He kept to the ones that rarely mentioned Chisaki directly, trying to pinpoint as much information as he could.

When the discussion was winding down it turned to the reason Chisaki wanted Eri and her Quirk. When she commented on it 'fixing curses' again, Aizawa (who had been standing silent vigil by the door, stepped forward and knelt down. "What does your Quirk do, that it helps him with that task?"

"It makes people disappear," she whispered, looking down in shame.

"How does it do that?"

Eri shrugged. "C-Chisaki said it made things go backwards."

Izuku blinked at that. As the gathered individuals tried to puzzle what that meant, he allowed his vision to shift, looking once more upon the broken remnants of Eri's Quirk. The entire time, it had remained white to him, even with what he'd seen so far. But that was information he hadn't thought of.

His mind raced as he stared at it, ignoring the breaks and focusing entirely on the way it moved. It was focused in her horn, that much was clear, the brightest spot was there. He paused, tilting his head to the side as he tuned everyone else out. The horn was brighter today than before. Hmm. He thought about the brightness of his Quirk would shift, growing or shrinking over time. How One For All consistently gained in brightness, an Infinitesimal amount over time…stockpile? Or at least, some sort of energy gain over time before expenditure.

The color shifted slightly, leaving pure white to an offwhite. That was enough to tell Izuku he was on the right path. Okay, he knew what fueled the power, but what did it do? Go backwards, go backwards…reversal? Some sort of movement? No, that wouldn't have made her father disappear. Retreat? Also movement. Rewind?

The flare of color in his face almost sent him rolling back, just barely stopping from throwing off the little girl in his lap. A golden glow suffused Eri's Quirk, the energy shifting as though it intended on circulating…counterclockwise.

"Rewind," he breathed out, looking down at Eri with wide eyes. The others looked over at him, his fellow teens confused, but by the sudden intake of air from Nighteye and the wide eyed stare from Aizawa, he figured they caught on to what he meant.

"Uh…what?" Himiko asked, confused.

"Eri's Quirk is Rewind! She can rewind time! Or well…a person's time maybe?" as he spoke the color dimmed for a moment when he said time, as if to say he wasn't quite correct. When he said a person's time, that's when it flared back up.

"Of course…that's what happened to her father!" Nighteye exclaimed, planting his fist in his other palm.

Eri whimpered at the thought, scrunching her shoulders and turning away from Nighteye. "I'm sorry, my c-curse hurt daddy…"

"No, you aren't cursed sweetie. It was an accident. It happens sometimes with Quirks, it's not your fault," Izuku assured her, not noticing how four other people in the room glared at him. Aizawa arched an eyebrow at the sudden hostility directed at the boy from the three teens and Nighteye, but chose not to comment on it. He swore he heard Bakugo mutter something that sounded like 'hypocritical asshole', but no one else seemed to notice.

"Yes, that's very true, childhood Quirk accidents are no fault of the person who had the accident, it happens," Ochako said with a biting edge to the sweet tone she used. Izuku turned slowly to narrow his eyes at her, seeing her far too wide smile and the clear dare in her eyes to try to argue about it in front of Eri.

"Well, that explains some things. Although I'm not sure how Chisaki wanted to use it to stop Quirks, but we should be glad his plans did not come to fruition. That said, he won't give up on Eri, of that I'm sure. But she should be secure here on campus," Nighteye remarked, climbing to his feet.

"Unfortunately, I have pressing matters to attend to, and I should document these findings as soon as possible. You've done well. I'll be in touch." With a bow, he didn't wait for a farewell, choosing instead to step out of the dorm as the four teens blinked at the abrupt exit.

Aizawa sighed. "Well. I'll report to the rat what you figured out, Midoriya. You have a couple more days before the other students arrive. I'd suggest trying to help adjust Eri to the idea. If she needs anything, do be sure to reach out to myself or one of the other teachers. I have more lesson plans to go over."

"Yup, got it," Katsuki grunted, tossing the apple core over his shoulder into the open bin across the room. Aizawa rolled his eyes and left, knowing he already needed another cup of coffee.


The quartet had been getting Eri used to the idea of newcomers as best they could, but they had decided (with Aizawa's help), to introduce Eri once everyone had moved in. For now, during move-in day, she was going to spend the day with Midnight in the teacher's dorm, the heroine quite happy to watch the precious child.

They four had decided they'd help out whoever arrived, between their Quirks and just Katsuki and Himiko's physical conditions, they figured they could help others pretty quick. Until they saw their first arrival.

When the series of suited individuals with identical sunglasses arrived, all carrying various boxes, trunks, and in the case of four of them struggling with a bunch of pieces of a massive bed frame, Izuku blinked in confusion. He'd been the first down to help, and just watched as they struggled for a moment before sighing and walking forward.

"Could I help?" he asked, the four suited men looking at him in askance.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you from UA?" The clear tenor from behind him had him turning about, and blinking once more. A statuesque teen around his age stood there, long black hair pulled back in a ponytail with dark eyes and a hesitant smile painted on her face.

"Uh…I'm…uh, I'm in Class 1-A. Izuku Midoriya," he offered, a bit stunned.

"Oh, then we're classmates! I'm Momo Yaoyorozu! I thought I'd arrived early enough to be before everyone else, I didn't want to interrupt others' move in time…" she seemed a bit upset at the thought, making Izuku hurriedly correct her.

"Oh, no, no, we've been here for a few days. It's an…unusual situation, it'll be explained later."

She smiled brightly, clasping her hands before her. "Oh good, I'm glad I didn't get in anyone's way!" A loud crash and yelp behind them had the two looking over to see that the four men carrying the bed frame pieces had dropped them on the one man's foot. The sound had Ochako and Himiko coming out in a rush, Katsuki standing in the doorway, confused.

"Oh no, are you hurt?" Ochako asked, running over to the man and bending down. He tried to wave her off but Himiko had also approached.

"Maybe we should ask Recovery Girl to take a look?" she asked, looking back to Izuku. He shrugged.

"Yeah. You know what, let me just take care of this. You guys check on your friend." Without waiting for a reply, Izuku stepped over to the pallet holding the frame and bent down, gripping onto the edges. With a grunt of exertion, he lifted the thing up and began to step towards the doorway, leaving a series of dropped jaws from everyone but Ochako, Katsuki, and Himiko. Izuku turned back to Yaoyorozu. "Which room is yours?"

"O-oh, it's, it's on the fifth floor, room A," she managed to stutter out.

"K. Be right back." Izuku stepped towards the doorway, Katsuki holding it open for him silently. As Izuku passed, Katsuki followed to give a hand in directing him. Himiko had stood up and looked at the four men with a glare, hands on her hips.

"Now you four need to take your friend to Recovery Girl. I'll show you where it is! Follow me!" As she walked away, she managed to get ten steps before she noticed none of them were moving. She turned back around and gestured at them. "Well, come on then!"

"Y-yes, go with her please," Yaoyorozu said, her body language showing nothing but shock. The four men nodded, following Himiko, two of them helping support the one with the injured foot.

"Are these the rest of your boxes?" Ochako asked, looking over the pile of boxes and trunks and various furniture seated on the lawn."

"Um, yes?"

"Okay! I'll get them for you then!" with a bright grin, Ochako casually tapped each box one by one, all of them floating up a few feet off the ground. With practiced movement, she pulled out a length of string and tied each of them to her wrist, making a bunch of balloons out of the boxes and furniture, and began to happily step her way into the dorm before pausing. "Oh shoot, where's the mattress?"

A loud 'thud' came from beside them as Izuku landed, having leapt out of the fifth floor window. "I can get it, where's it at?"

"The fucking trucks just over there!" Katsuki shouted, pointing out the window in the distance. Izuku nodded.

"Okay, I'll be right back!" the greenette jogged off, returning a moment later with the mattress on his back. "Kacchan's almost got your frame setup Yaoyorozu, so you'll be all set to unpack in just a few minutes!" He grinned at her again as he walked into the dorm, Ochako following with a skip in her step and two dozen boxes and furniture floating behind her like some strange balloon bundle.

Momo just stood there, shellshocked, rapidly blinking, until she heard a voice from above break her out of her confused state. "Yo, Ponytail, get up here! Need to know where you want this shit setup!"

"Y-yes, I'll be right up!" she called, walking rapidly into the dorms.


The pattern continued throughout the day, a person arriving and being nearly bowled over by the speed and efficiency of the four friends. The only exceptions were the two-toned haired boy introduced solely as Todoroki who refused any assistance and glared at them for daring to help (nearly setting Katsuki's temper off but the efforts of Izuku and Ochako kept him from losing it at his rudeness), and the multi-limbed boy Himiko had met at the exam named Shouji who had so little he carried it with ease.

Izuku set down the last box in Shinso's room, the purple-haired boy hesitant to accept the help but in the end had taken it. He wiped off his forehead with a rag he'd been carrying and grinned at the taller teen. "Well, there you go! I think that's most everyone. Isn't it?" his voice called out into the hallway and across the hall to where Himiko had been helping the purple-haired girl she'd met at the exam, introduced as Jiro, put her things away.

"That's 19, we're missing one!" she called back.

Katsuki yelled up the stairs at them. "Just got word from Aizawa, the last ones on the way, I'll help the slowpoke."

"K!" Izuku yelled back, taking a deep breath as he stretched. He turned back to Shinso. "Well, you're all set! We're supposed to meet downstairs for dinner and some class discussion in a couple hours, but till then you're good!"

"Uh…sure. Thanks," Shinso muttered. Izuku gave him another grin and left the room, heading downstairs.

Katsuki stood by the door, arms crossed, tapping his finger against his bicep in impatience. His temper had been shot since that arrogant half and half bastard had been so fucking rude to them all just for offering to help, and he was just about done with this moving shit. But if he didn't offer to help, the other three would do it without him and he could see they were getting tired by now. He wasn't about to slack now, he'd do what he had agreed to do.

A loud voice called out to him in recognition, him lifting his gaze and eyes going wide as he saw the red-haired teen (Kirishima, his mind supplied) from the exam approaching, a sleeveless shirt stretched across his chest.

"Oh hey bro! Are you in Class 1-A too? That's awesome!" the redhead cheered, dragging a series of boxes behind him on a pallet jack the school had provided to help move things in.

"Y-yeah, sure. I see you passed. Good job," Katsuki managed to get out, his eyes tracking the exposed muscles in the other teens arms as they stretched and flexed.

"So…this the way in?" Kirishima asked.

Katsuki blinked rapidly and stopped leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah. I'm helping you move your shit. What room did you get?"

Kirishima pulled out a piece of paper, squinting at it. "Um…room 4B, looks like."

"K. Let's go." Katsuki ordered, reaching out and grabbing the heaviest thing he could see, what looked like a metal crate of…holy shit this was heavy. He blinked down at it as he barely managed to lift it up, and he knew he was no slouch when it came to weight. "The fucks in this thing?"

"Oh, my personal weight set! I like to work out, you know, keep in shape! Gotta be in the best shape to be my best!" Kirishima's smile grew wider, his teeth more prominent as he flexed, the visible musculature swelling as Katsuki found his eyes drawn to it again. Annoyed at himself, he bit his tongue to reset his mental state.

"Sure. Let's go, it's getting late," he managed to mutter, dragging the crate into the building as Kirishima followed. Most of the other students were still unpacking, so the common room remained mostly empty, except Izuku, the greenette in the kitchen washing his hands. Katsuki glanced at him, but didn't comment or get his attention as they crossed the room.

Kirishima kept trying to start a conversation with Katsuki, but the blonde was having trouble focusing and responded mostly with grunts and one word replies, which didn't seem to stop the redhead.

"Oh, by the way, I never got your name! I'm Eijiro Kirishima, but you knew that! What's yours?" he asked as they made their way downstairs for a second trip.

"...Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugo."

"Well hey, you helped save me, you can totally call me Eijiro! And that kid! And what you did to that giant robot, that was manly as hell! How'd you do on the exam?"

"You can call me Katsuki, and I did fucking awesome because I am fucking awesome. C'mon, let's finish this shit up."

"Sure! This is gonna be awesome, I can't wait!"


"Well now I'm fucking exhausted," Himiko muttered as she slumped against the kitchen table.

"You and me both," Ochako sighed, nursing a glass of juice she'd been sipping at. She'd overdone it with her Quirk, using it in rapid succession, and now her habitual nausea had reared its ugly head.

"Hmm, yeah," Katsuki muttered. He was leaning against the counter, looking out the window and not paying attention to the others, having the three other teens looking at him oddly.

"You okay Kacchan?"

"I'm fine. What now?"

Izuku didn't believe him for a moment, but chose to let it go for now. "Well, everyone is supposed to be down in a couple hours so they can meet Eri. Maybe I can make dinner or something? I'm sure everyone could use a good meal."

"We will make dinner, I ain't having you do all the fucking work," Katsuki replied.

"...I'd offer to help but I don't trust myself moving right now," Ochako muttered. "And Himiko would just set the dorm on fire."

"I've gotten better!" the blonde snapped back, sticking her tongue out at Ochako. Ochako rolled her eyes and patted her girlfriend on the head.

"Sure you have sweetie."

Himiko pouted, ignoring Ochako and choosing to watch the boys as they got situated. Tying their aprons around them, Himiko caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs and decided maybe they should make an even better impression. "Hey, boys?" Izuku turned around to look at her as Katsuki dug through a cupboard for a pot, but acknowledged her with a grunt. Himiko grinned. "Why don't you show off a bit, for the new people?"

Katsuki paused, looking back at Izuku and arching an eyebrow. Izuku shrugged, a shy smile on his face at the excited look on Himiko and Ochako's faces. Katsuki smirked, a dangerous smile stretching across his face. "Alright Fangs…Zu, let's have some fun."

"Sure thing Kacchan."


Momo had already had her moment of shock for the day, and she had assumed that would be the only one. But stepping down the stairs to find half the class clustered around the entrance to the kitchen, silently staring, had her concerned she'd once again find herself in such a state. But curiosity was too strong a force, and so she stepped up to see what the others were looking at.

As she neared, a heavenly scent wafted out from the room, the sound of sizzling and hissing carrying past the crowd. The glint of metal flying across the kitchen almost made her shout in alarm, but the cry in her throat was cut off when it was snatched out of the air by a hand which brought it down and began chopping rapidly. She found herself entranced as the two boys she had met earlier, Midoriya and Bakugo, were practically running around the kitchen, tossing pots and pans and utensils at each other without a word, managing multiple cooking stations simultaneously.

It was almost like a dance, the way Bakugo would hold out a hand and simply say 'paring' and watching Midoriya, with his back turned to the other boy, casually fling a knife backwards over his shoulder, which would be caught a moment later by the blonde who had turned his back before it even reached him.

Or the moment Midoriya simply tapped twice on the counter and Bakugo ducked, as a fork whizzed past his head and landed in the sink, a small pile of dirty utensils already beginning to take hold of the one side of the sink. She could see dropped jaws and more than one person who looked anxious at the motions. A tall, blue-haired boy seemed almost catatonic, his hand up as if he intended on interrupting to stop them but appearing to hesitate so as to not distract them.

And in the midst of it all, seated amongst the chaos were the two young women Momo had seen earlier in the day, Uraraka and Himiko (as she insisted on being called by her first name). Both were unphased by this, almost as if they expected it, although the somewhat lovestruck expression on the blonde's face and the soft smile on the brunette's had Momo wondering exactly how these four knew each other, since they seemed to work together far too perfectly to only have met a few days before.

It was at that moment that Midoriya turned around to look at everyone, Bakugo slowly turning dials off and putting spices away. The green-haired young man smiled at everyone, nearly blinding them all from the sheer brilliance of it. "Well, dinner's ready! We made enough for everybody, so please, feel free!"

Momo gulped, feeling slightly flushed. She gave a slight bow. "Thank you, Midoriya, Bakugo. I'm sure we all appreciate it. If I may ask though, do you two…know each other?"

"We're basically brothers. Long story, but Kacchan's parents adopted me," Midoriya replied, still smiling, but the smile no longer reaching his eyes.

"And we went to the same middle school as those two, for our last year. We trained together for UA!" Uraraka added, looking up at the dark-haired girl.

"Oh and Izuku's our boyfriend too," Himiko added, to the sudden sputtering of the greenette and the brunette letting out a loud groan as she slammed her head into the table.

"Wait what?" the pink-skinned Ashido shouted, darting through the crowd and practically diving into the chair next to Himiko. "Spill the tea!"

"Get your fucking food before we start the whole life story shit, for fucks sake," Bakugo growled, pulling a set of plates out from the cupboards. "We made three variants, if you're not a spice fan use the blue pot, if you like it hot use the red pot, and if you're not a fucking wimp use the black pot."

"Don't listen to him, the black pot is as evil as his soul," Himiko muttered, glaring at the other blonde.

"Cuz you're a fucking wimp," he shot back. The blonde on the table just flipped him the bird, even as he set a plate before her and she began to devour it. Another one slid over in front of Uraraka, the brunette giving a bright 'thanks!' before eating as well.
One by one, the class, some confused but grateful, decided to take their own portions. The only ones brave enough to try Bakugo's black pot were Kirishima and Kaminari…the latter of the two instantly regretting it.

The room was mostly quiet as people ate, but quiet was not something Ashido was alright with. And this was an excellent time to grill the blonde. "So…we should introduce ourselves! Hi, I'm Mina Ashido!"

"That is an excellent idea! Hello fellow classmates, I am Tenya Ida! I hope we will become great heroes together! And speaking of that, I must apologize again to you, Midoriya, for my behavior at the exam! I should not have been so rude during the introduction, and clearly you saw more in the test than I!" the blue haired man spoke, bowing an almost perfect ninety degrees as he looked at Midoriya, the greenette and him having been introduced earlier.

"No, no, it's fine, I told you, it's all good," Midoriya waved him off nervously. "And I didn't see anything different in the exam, I just…wanted to help is all."

"What does he mean? Did he also try to distract the zero pointer?" Ashido asked, tilting her head.

"No way, he was so much cooler than that!" the yellow haired Kaminari shouted, leaping to his feet. "Oh yeah, I'm Denki Kaminari! But forget about that, Midoriya here blew the zero pointer up!"

"...what?" came the faint reply from most of the class, staring at the very uncomfortable greenette. Momo blinked a few times, before raising her hand.

"I'm terribly sorry, Momo Yaoyorozu here, but the recommended exams did not have this 'zero pointer' you speak of. Would someone care to explain for me?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Kaminari pumped his fist. He opened his mouth to tell the story, but he felt a slap on his back which interrupted him, making him spin around to see…floating clothes?

"I'll tell it, he saved my life!" the floating clothes announced.

"Oh, you must be Hagakure! Are you alright? I'm so sorry I didn't check after!" Midoriya said, standing up and leaning over the table to look at the named Hagakure.

"Toru, you can call me Toru since you saved me. And yes, I was fine! Were you okay? You kind of…collapsed."

"'Kind of' nothing, you straight up passed out and that bracelet of yours wouldn't stop beeping," Shinso muttered. As he looked up and saw some of the class staring at him expectantly, he sighed. "Hitoshi Shinso. And I was there with Kaminari and Hagakure. Midoriya is a nutcase, that's what he is."

"A nutcase who beat All Might's record," Uraraka said, smirking proudly.

"You what?!" half the class screeched.

"Zu beat All Might's record by three points. Me, Cheeks, and Fangs here all beat Endeavor's record too," Bakugo said, pointing with his fork at the two as he spoke.

"Yeah, I can believe that, you blew the zero pointers arm clean off, that was so manly!" Kirishima shouted, pumping his fist.

"Himiko there somehow made the zero pointer punch itself in the face. And she carried me and a kid to safety before she did," the purple haired girl said, pointing at the blonde.

"Uraraka made the zero pointer fall over! It was so cool!" Ashido shouted, shaking the brunette back and forth by her shoulders.

"Would someone please explain what a zero pointer is?!" Momo raised her voice, somewhat frustrated.

"The exam had us fighting robots for most of it. There were varying levels of robots worth one, two, or three points," Midoriya began explaining. "However, we were informed there was a 4th type that was to be treated as an obstacle more than an enemy and it would be worth zero points. They arrived in the last few minutes of the exam. They were the size of the nearby buildings, perhaps…thirteen to fourteen stories tall? Something like that."

"My word," Momo said, bringing one hand up to her mouth. "That seems…extreme."

"Tch. They were pushovers," Bakugo muttered.

"It seems not, if only the four of you managed to damage them, and only one of you destroyed one," Momo replied back.

"Just ignore Kats. We all do," Himiko said, smirking.

"I swear I'm gonna kill you one of these days, Fangs."

"Kinky!"

At Himiko's cheerful outburst, half the room coughed into their food, the other half began laughing loudly.

"Okay, okay, okay, we never even finished introductions. We should do that before we talk more about the exam, everyone who hasn't introduced themselves yet!" Uraraka interjected. "I'm Ochako Uraraka!"

"Himiko Toga, but call me Himiko please."

"I am Yuga Aoyama, you may now be dazzled by moi!" a blonde boy who was seemingly sparkling for no reason posed as he spoke.

"Tsuyu Asui, but just call me Tsu," a girl with long green hair and wide eyes said.

"Eijiro Kirishima!"

"K-Koji Koda," the boy with a rock-shaped head said quietly.

"Rikido Sato. I'd like to talk to you two about cooking later, I enjoy doing it as well!" came the statement from a tall, muscular, brown haired boy with big lips. Bakugo gave him an acknowledging nod as Izuku smiled.

"Mezo Shoji," the multi-limbed boy Himiko saw in the exam said.

"Kyoka Jiro…and thanks for the assist," the purple-haired girl said, not looking at Himiko as she spoke.

"Hanta Sero!" a young man with strangely shaped elbows and black hair said.

"Fumikaga Tokoyami, and this is Dark Shadow," the raven-headed boy said, as a shadowy creature crept out from within him and leaned against his shoulder.

"Yep, I'm the fun one!" it cackled.

"Down, Zu," Bakugo muttered to Midoriya as the greenette's eyes went wide with excitement.

"Shoto Todoroki," the deadpan voice of the boy with the dual toned hair spoke.

"Katsuki Bakugo."

"I'm Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you all!"

"Momo Yaoyorozu. A pleasure to meet you all."

"Well, good thing you got that out of the way," came the annoyed tone from the entranceway. As the class turned to look, they spied Aizawa standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets as he glared at them with bags under his eyes.

"Hey hobo, it that time?" Bakugo remarked, getting up and rinsing his dish off in the sink.

"Yes, and call me Aizawa or Sensei, anything else and I'll string you up for the crows."

"Sure thing teach," Bakugo drawled. Aizawa rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Alright listen up. I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa. We have some things to go over before you begin your stay, so clean up and get back here in ten. I have better things to do."

"Yes Sensei!" Ida said, bowing. He turned back to the class. "You heard him classmates, we should clean up swiftly!"

"Well, he's energetic," Himiko muttered to Uraraka, the brunette giggling.

"It's fine. The discussions important. Let's get everything cleaned up quickly."


As the class all settled on various pieces of furniture around the common area, Aizawa stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. When everyone had finished sitting, he spoke up. "Okay. Midoriya, Uraraka, Bakugo, Himiko, get up here. This involves you."

"You coulda told us before we sat down," Himiko complained, huffing.

"I could have. But this is more amusing to me." Himiko glared at him, but said nothing further.

"This year, we have to change things slightly due to circumstances beyond anyone's control. Class 1-A will be hosting a young girl in its dorms as well. Her name is Eri, she is five or six, she is traumatized, and she has decided she only trusts one of these four individuals up here. You are to treat her kindly, without smothering her, without asking her about her past or her Quirk. She will not be at the dorms at all times, but when she is, she has a room next to Midoriya's as he's the one she is most comforted by. Over time we hope to expand her circle of trust, but for now she will commonly seek one of these four out. Do not be surprised if she is unfamiliar with many things, she has gone through things no child should ever go through, and while we are slowly introducing her to things she should have had the opportunity to experience, it takes time."

He paused to point at the four teenagers standing beside him. "If you have questions about her, or what to do with her, or see her upset, you may ask them. She has a small horn on the right side of her head. If it begins to glow, stay back. She has a panic button that will call me to cancel it. If she cannot grasp it, each of these four has one for her. You can also attempt to locate me or call me. My number will be pinned to the fridge, you may add it to your phone for emergency use only."

"Staff at UA have ultimate authority with her, however, for minor things, you may ask one of these four for permission if you wish to spend time with her. However, I reiterate: she is emotionally unstable and we are trying to help her but it is slow going. Do not be offended by her actions or fears, and do not upset her if you can help it. Accidents happen but I expect you to be on your best behavior around her. Does everyone understand?"

Aizawa waited for the class to acknowledge him, before turning about. "I'm going to go bring her here so she can meet you all. Do not overwhelm her." Without waiting for further response, he left the dorm, the rest of the class now staring at the four standing where Aizawa was.

"Um…so can we ask you about her?" Ashido asked.

"I don't think we're really supposed to get into it, and honestly, it's not super important to help her," Izuku said, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's not something you wanna know about unless you wanna be really fucking pissed off," Katsuki added.

"That paints things in a poor light," Yaoyorozu mused.

"Just as a warning, she's less trusting of men than women, and she has a fear of birds and masks…but we can make sure she knows you're safe, don't worry!" Ochako said, trying to reassure both Shoji and Tokoyami.

"I will not be offended. I understand fear quite well," Tokoyami said in a low voice.

"I'm guessing the fear has to do with her past?" Shoji asked.

Himiko nodded. "Yeah. We don't know everything about it ourselves, for the record. But some bad people had her captive, and well…they wore masks. Bird masks. So…"

"Understood. If she finds my presence difficult to tolerate, I shall make myself scarce," Tokoyami said.

"We're not saying that! No need for that! We want her to get used to all of you anyways. Just it may take a little bit of time for you is all," Izuku said, waving his hands frantically.

"But why you four? Why does she like you?" Shinso asked, arching an eyebrow.

"We're the ones who found her. Hound Dog, he's the counselor here, says it's a form of trauma bonding, she's associated us with her freedom. More like she ran into us. So…yeah. That's about all we can say," Himiko said, spreading her hands in a 'what can you do' gesture.

"So…like, does she know anything fun? You guys made it sound like she knows nothing," Hagakure asked.

Ochako shook her head sadly. "Not really. We've been teaching her some, but we've only known her a couple days. She's very sweet though."

The door opening closed off any further conversation, and the gathered class were witness to a small bundle of white hair and red dress came running in and nearly dive tackled the now crouching Izuku.

"Izu! Izu! Miss Midnight painted my nails, look!" she held up her hand, showing bright green nail polish on her fingertips.

"That's wonderful, Eri. I'm glad you had a good time with her," Izuku said quietly. It was at that moment Eri seemed to notice the rest of the room, all the students near silent, with both Ashido and Hagakure (seemingly) holding their hands over their mouths to avoid gushing. Eri's eyes went wide and she stepped behind Izuku, using him to block the class's view of her. She gripped onto this shirt.

"T-those are your classmates?" she asked quietly.

Katsuki crouched down beside her. "Yep kiddo, that's them. You okay to meet them? We're gonna be living with them for a while."

"...y-yes. I can do it," she said, nodding firmly. Izuku smiled softly at her and stood up, reaching one hand down for her to grab as he turned back to the class.

Izuku took his time introducing Eri to each member of the class one by one, making sure she could accept them without too much trouble. Though they had been worried about her reaction to Tokoyami and Shoji, she didn't seem too bothered. The mask on Shoji apparently did not remind her of the Shie Hassaikai's, and while she had a start at Tokoyami, the fact his beak did not, in fact, come off was a great reassurance to her. (It didn't hurt that Dark Shadow heard the word apple and popped out to babble with Eri about how awesome apples were.)

"You seem set here. I'm going to head back to my dorm. I'll see all of you early for class tomorrow. Come prepared…I won't abide lateness nor laziness. If you can't cut it, you will be cut." With warning delivered, Aizawa left the dorm, the door shutting behind him loudly.

"...well, that seemed unnecessarily harsh," Himiko commented. "We should probably get ready for bed though-"

"Oh no, not till you explain what you meant earlier about Midoriya!" Ashido said, practically zipping to Himiko's side. Todoroki took this as his cue to leave, and left for his room, ignoring any attempts to speak to him.

Himiko smirked at Ashido, reaching out and wrapping one hand around Ochako's arm. "What's there to explain? I'm greedy, so I got a perfect girlfriend and perfect boyfriend."

Ochako giggled, slapping Himiko's arm. "Shush, you'll get Izu all flustered while he's trying to get Eri to settle down."

"I'm just telling it like it is!" the blonde replied, winking at Ochako.

"Oh my, a-all three of you?" Yaoyorozu asked, her gaze flickering between the two girls and the green-haired boy in the kitchen getting Eri a small bedtime snack.

"Polyamory! That's us!" Himiko proclaimed proudly.

"That seems inappropriate!" Ida announced, his hand chopping in the air.

"Nothing against it in the student handbook, big guy," Himiko replied, still smirking. "We checked. Just gotta be safe, and we're always safe!"

"Okay Himi, no more taunting our classmates, it's time to get Eri settled in. It's your turn to read to her tonight!" Ochako began pulling Himiko away from the others, the blonde giving a token resistance but giggling as she went.

"Okay, okay. Let's get set up. Izu, babe, she all set?"

Izuku blinked. "When did you start calling me that?"

"Just now!"

"...why didn't I expect that answer?"

"You know she's impossible to predict," Ochako offered.

Izuku shrugged. "Yeah, let's get Eri tucked in. Come on sweetie, it's bedtime."

As the trio walked to the stairs, Katsuki finished putting the leftovers away in the fridge and followed behind them, hands in his pockets.

"...they are really parental, for having only known her a couple days," Jiro remarked as she watched them go.

"I still can't get over the fact Midoriya beat All Might's score! Like, how?!" Sero exclaimed.

"Oh right, we didn't finish telling the story! Okay, so, here's what happened-" Hagakure began, engrossing the remaining class members in the common area.