Everyone scrambled to get on their feet as the girls changed their shoes.

"Wow, didn't know we were that interesting," Kuroyama said through a friendly half-grin. She hovered in the air for a moment, opting to keep her outdoor shoes on while balancing her luggage.

Her face had a big cotton gauze tapped to the side where Midoriya slugged her, her bruising was still present with most of the swelling down and some bandaids patched her face in little areas. Had it not been for those things, no one could've guessed that she'd been beat within an inch of her life hours prior.

"Hi!" Ashido greeted as she bounded out from behind the group. "I'm Mina Ashido! Unfortunately, we aren't on the same floor but do you wanna come down to the girls common space? We're gonna invite all the girls from the other class too. Iyashino and your other friend are invited too, of course."

"I'll pass," the girl that had yet to introduce herself said as she breezed in between Kuroyama and the rest of the class. "What room are you in?"

The class stared at her for a moment before Yaoyorozu informed her where. Without so much as a 'thank you', the girl with cobalt blue hair spun around and went straight to the elevators.

"Ah, please excuse -." Iyashino began, her bright smile turning into an apologetic grimace.

"Don't apologize for her. She can do it herself," Kuroyama chided gently before turning to her new classmates. "Yeah, that sounds awesome! Are you coming, Iya?"

The girl glanced at her and nodded, "Of course! Thank you for inviting me."

"Oi!" A new voice, one that didn't bother with anything to do with the new girl, came out from the kitchen area, "Dinner's in about thirty minutes!"

Kirishima groaned, "It was supposed to be ready ten minutes ago! Why the wait?"

"'Cause someone," Bakugo directed a pointed gaze at Todoroki, who'd taken to sitting on the couch and reading, "burnt the rice. If you're that hungry, go eat some grass or something!" He threw the last word over his shoulder as he went back into the kitchen.

"So that's... Bakugo, right?" Kuroyama asked as she shifted the roll of bedding on her shoulder.

Sero chuckled, "Yep. He's just mad that he couldn't have the kitchen to himself. Anyway, I'm Hanta Sero."

And like that, one by one, everyone formally introduced themselves. When it got Midoriya and Todoroki, they both quieted.

Midoriya came up first, looking up at her, "Hello! I'm-."

"Izuku Midoriya. Heard a lot about you last year. Nice to finally meet'cha." Her greeting ended with a soft, slanted smile.

She does those a lot, he noted.

He smiled at her, any uneasy feeling he had about her dissipated. Why was he bothered in the first place?

Todoroki said his name, bowed respectfully, turned around, and went to the kitchen.

"Kuroyama," the morose teacher that was unintentionally forgotten called his class' attention with the single word. "Kuroyama, get your things to your room, dinner will be ready soon and your floor has cleaning duty."

"We'll go with you!" The a few students said, and the two girls were followed by a handful of students, Midoriya being one of them.

Shintoru was sitting at the school-issued desk chair in Kuroyama's new room, swiveling around until her stomach twisted with her vision. She paused when she heard the doorknob jiggling. Chatter, loud and incessant, greeted her ears like an unwelcomed guest.

Oh goody.

Iyashino stepped in first and moved aside so Kuroyama could squeeze the massive bed in through the doorway. After several careful efforts, the bed made it inside safely and a few students bottlenecked their way in.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Gonna rearrange my room, that's what. Hey, get off the chair."

A scowl replied but Shintoru moved off the chair anyway.

After tenderly setting the matter was down, Kuroyama rearranged everything swiftly. First the desk was moved from its corner by the balcony door to the opposite end of the room, turned so it was facing the wall next to the door. The closet, something that was perceived to be bolted down to the floor, was uprooted from its spot and changed to other side of the room. The twin sized, school issued cot was also moved, but this one was moved out of the room entirely.

Finally came the bed she brought. Kuroyama unclamped the clips that were holding it together. Without a warning, the metal springs boinged and the bed whipped open like a trap being set.

Sero and Toru laughed, "Why such a massive bed? You're not that big."

Kuroyama shrugged and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I like a lot of space to sleep in and this was the biggest bed I could find."

Ashido sat down at the edge, "It's bigger than Yaomomo's... And you don't have a bed frame! That's illegal!"

"Nuh uh! There's no law that says I need one. 'Sides, I can't find a frame that fits the bed without taking up more space."

Kaminari took a running start and launched himself on the bed. It groaned under his weight. He gasped softly and turned on his back, "It's so soft and worn out."

"Like a favorite shirt, right?"

Ashido crawled up and starfished on the gargantous bed. Soon, Sero, Uraraka, and Toru also laid down. It fit all of them with a lot of space in between.

The fun of trying out Kuroyama's bed was cut short when Todoroki and Iida came up to announce that dinner was ready.

The evening breezed by.

Aizawa kept an eye on her (literally his one good eye) before it was time for him to go back to the teachers dorm. Everytime he saw her laugh, saw her smile, talk, listen, talk, look, talk, everything, he couldn't shake his mind off the photographs on her middle school file. Everytime she raised a hand to give someone a high five or scratch an arm or just simple gesture to get her point across, he found himself twitching.

His knuckles and palms ached with how hard he was gripping his capturing cloth. Eri came up to him a few times and had to draw his attention away from his student... his student.

This... monster, this absolute brute of a human being, was his student now.

He cursed under his breath. Midoriya, coming into the common room from the dining space, heard him.

He glanced down at his teacher and followed his gaze to the new girl. One of his quirks began tingling. It was barely present, merely an itch, but it was there.

The same sensation he had earlier was back. And this time, no matter how cool or easy or calm she appeared, nothing made it go away.

Nothing.