AN: This story has been in my head for about two years now, ever since I decided to get back into fanfic writing. I think I'm finally sexy to work on it. I hope you all enjoy!

Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" shouted Jiro Kyoka as she rushed out the front door of her house.

"Kyoka! Wait!" called her father after her. "Where are you going?" Despite his daughter's quirk enhanced sense of hearing, he received no response. "Honestly," he grumbled, pushing a long lock of brown hair behind his ear. "She didn't need to ignore me. I don't ask much of that girl, but it would be nice to know where she's going at all hours of the night."

His wife approached from behind, hiding a giggle behind her hand. "Oh, stop it, Kyotoku," she said. "It's only 17:00, hardly 'all hours of the night'. Besides, she told me where she was going."

Kyotoku turned his stern gaze on her. "Oh? And where might that be, Mika?"

"She's going to a slumber party with some of her new classmates. Kind of a 'get to know each other' soirée."

Kyotoku grumbled, turning to look down the street after his daughter once more. "She could have told me about it." He crossed his arms. "Are we sure we want to let her go? After that attack at the training grounds the other day, shouldn't we pull her out of that school? I'd hate for her to get attached to friends, only to transfer out next term."

Mika shook her head. "You know her, she's bound and determined to be a hero. She'd never speak to you again if you pulled her out."

"There are other hero schools."

"And UA is the best one. We should be proud that she got in. It's only been a few weeks, and she's already learned enough to hold her own against a group of villains. I think they're doing a fine job educating her."

Kyotoku had to concede the point. He was frightened for his little girl, but immensely proud that she'd handled herself against the villain attack at USJ, and came away with nothing worse than a few bruises. "What about this friend of hers that she's staying with?" he asked, changing the subject. "It's not a boy, I hope."

Mika rolled her eyes. "Of course not, dear. It's that young lady we met at orientation. Yaoyorozu-chan. It's all girls tonight."

Kyotoku sighed. "Oh fine. I guess I just still miss the days when Kyoka wanted to spend time with me instead of her friends."

Mika gave her husband a hug from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist. "She still loves you. She's just more independent now and has her own life."

Kyotoku turned in his wife's grasp, returning the hug. "Maybe we should just have another baby!" he said with a smile. "That way I'll get to experience having a child that wants to hang out with me all over again!"

Mika looked at him, surprised. "Oh! Did you get a new quirk? One that allows you to get pregnant and carry a child?" Her face turned into an angry frown. "Because that's the only way we're having another baby. You remember how sick I was with Kyoka! I puked constantly for months!"

Kyotoku winced, and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Love you, dear," he said placatingly.

Jiro stared up at the massive gate in the immense wall that surrounded the Yaoyorozu compound. She'd known her new friend came from money, but this was something else. She shifted the bag on her back, trying to find a more comfortable spot for it to sit on her shoulders. Maybe she should have left the guitar at home. Were her jammies nice enough to wear in this place? She didn't grab the pants with the hole in the crotch, right? She breathed into her hand, to try to smell her own breath.

"Ah! Jiro-chan!" The sound of an excited voice made Jiro turn to look over her shoulder. Coming down the street was a floating t-shirt and pair of shorts, a backpack slung over the shoulders. The clothes were obviously filled by the body of a teenage girl, but Jiro could see right through the head hole in the shirt to the tag at the back of the collar. "Have you seen any of the other girls?"

She winced. The floating clothing thing was still a little creepy. Then she felt bad and hoped her classmate hadn't noticed her expression. "Hello, Hagakure-san," she replied politely. "I haven't seen anyone else yet, I only just got here myself."

The pair looked up at the gate together, neither really sure how to proceed, Yaoyorozu hadn't told them what to do when they got there. "Do you have Yaoyorozu-san's phone number so we can text her?" asked Jiro.

Hagakure's shoulders shook in a way that Jiro understood that she was shaking her head. It made her wonder what other kinds of changes she had to make to her body language so that she would be understood. "Should we push the button on the intercom?"

Jiro shook her head. "I'm not gonna do it, you do it."

"Uh uh," came the nervous reply. "I don't think I'm allowed to. I'm sure some snooty butler will look down his nose at me and tell me to go around back to the servants' entrance if I did."

"I think maybe you watch too much British TV," Jiro quipped.

Hagakure giggled. "Yeah, maybe."

They stood there quietly for another couple of minutes, both internally debating the next step, when another one of their classmates walked up.

"Jiro-chan! Hagakure-chan! Hi!" chirped Ashido. The pink girl walked past her classmates, right up to the intercom, and hit the call button as if it was no big deal. Two seconds later, the gate buzzed, and opened inwards, granting them access.

Jiro and Hagakure shared a look. It was then that Jiro realized that maybe her invisible classmate might be easier to read than she thought. Hagakure was obviously thinking the same thing she was: I coulda done that…

The pair hurried through the gate after Ashido, and walked up to the mansion beyond.

Jiro couldn't help but tilt her head back and gawk at the massive entrance in the facade of the house. As the trio approached the door, it was opened by the butler Hagakure had feared. He made no indication of snootiness, however, and wordlessly led the three girls up to the second floor to one of the many bedrooms. He knocked twice, opening the door when he heard approval from within.

"Jiro-san, Ashido-san, and Hagakure-san for you Momo-sama," he said. Jiro blinked up at him, certain that she hadn't introduced herself to the butler.

"Thank you Jeeves. That will be all for now," replied Yaoyorozu with a small smile.

Hagakure's sleeves moved in a manner that indicated she was covering her mouth with her hand. Jiro heard her stifling a giggle. "Of course he's named 'Jeeves'," she muttered.

Jeeves allowed a modicum of his snootiness to show, as he looked down his nose at the girl. Jiro swore that she actually saw Hagakure's cheeks light up with embarrassment. The butler then turned without saying a word and left, closing the door behind him.

Jiro turned to their hostess and, remembering her manners, bowed at the waist. "Thank you for inviting us into your home, Yaoyorozu-San," she said. The other two girls scrambled to match her bow, also saying their thanks.

Yaoyorozu returned the bow politely. "It is no trouble. And please, call me Momo. We've all been through an ordeal together, and made it out the other side safely. Surely that is enough for us to use given names with each other?"

Ashido loudly sighed in relief. "Thank goodness! I don't think I could have gotten through the whole night being polite. I'm Mina."

Jiro nodded. "Kyoka."

Hagakure raised her arm. "Tooru!"

Yaoyorozu clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! Tsu is in the bathroom getting changed, and Ochako went down to the kitchen to get some snacks. We'll order some pizzas once everyone is together so we can decide on toppings."

Jiro smiled, relaxing for the first time since she entered the mansion. Maybe this would be a fun night after all.

Jiro laughed and fell over onto her side when Asui burped, sounding an awful lot like a frog. It was 2:30, and she was feeling more than a little loopy from tiredness.

Asui smiled, blushing a little. "You think that's good, you should hear my younger brother," she said. "He takes after our dad a lot more, and is more like a toad than a frog. He'd rattle the windows."

Jiro got her giggles under control and sat up, looking around the room. Uraraka was out, having fallen asleep on a bean bag chair about a half an hour ago. Hagakure hadn't moved much from her position on the floor while staring at the TV. Jiro was about 90% sure she was asleep sitting upright. The fact that Ashido was able to stack a tower of empty soda cans on her invisible head was the biggest clue.

Yaoyorozu, Ashido, and Asui, on the other hand, all seemed indefatigable. Asui had been sucking back caffeinated sodas all night, to the point that Jiro doubted she'd sleep at all, the frog-like girl was practically vibrating in her seat. Good thing it wasn't a school night.

Yaoyorozu kept awake by alternating between eating snacks, and popping out matryoshka dolls from her exposed skin. She said it was helping to train her to use her quirk constantly, and helped burn off all of the calories from the snacks she was scarfing down. Jiro eyed her classmate's chest as a doll popped out from her cleavage, and tamped down on the jealousy that reared its ugly head. No, the fact that she had to eat a lot for her quirk didn't make her boobs grow, and no, using it more probably wouldn't make them shrivel up and die.

Ashido must have been absorbing her energy from the aether for all Jiro could tell. She was drinking nothing but water. She'd eaten some pizza but mostly stuck to unsalted popcorn. Yet she was bouncing around the room as if sleep was something that just happened to other people. Having become bored with stacking cans on Hagakure, she was now rummaging through her backpack to see if she had a marker to draw on Uraraka, while the other girls only half-heartedly told her to stop.

Jiro covered her mouth and yawned widely. She was thinking about curling up under a blanket, when Ashido gave up on looking for her pen, and changed the subject. "So what do we think about the boys in class?" she asked.

Jiro giggled as Asui tried to keep herself from doing a spit take.

Yaoyorozu was the first to respond by shrugging. "Other than for classwork, I haven't spoken to any of them."

Ashido leered at her. "Oh? But you and Iida-kun spend an awful lot of time together after class."

Yaoyorozu waved her off, but Jiro noted a slight tinge to her cheeks. "Iida has been nothing but professional in our work as class representatives. It's actually quite admirable."

"Uh huh," said Ashido, giving her a critical look. She didn't say anything for a beat, then shrugged. "Eh, I ship it."

Yaoyorozu looked confused. "Ship? But we're nowhere near the ocean?"

Ashido had already moved on. "What about you Tsu?"

Asui put a finger to her chin. "Tokoyami and I worked well together in the indoor combat training, but frankly I have been most impressed by Midoriya."

Jiro blinked in surprise. "Really? Why him? He can't use his quirk without breaking his bones."

Asui nodded. "Yeah, and that's a problem, but how often do you think he got to practice using such a dangerous quirk growing up? It's no surprise to me that he doesn't know how to use it yet. He still got into UA despite that handicap, so he has to have more going for him than just a powerful quirk. There is one thing he has that I don't think many of the boys have: he's practically a tactical genius."

Yaoyorozu thought for a second. "He did come up with the plan that he and Ochako used to defeat Bakugo and Iida during All Might's first class. And he knew exactly when to use his quirk to have the greatest impact."

Jiro thought about the verdant boy for a second. There was no denying that he was intelligent, he often answered questions in class, and she'd seen him scribbling notes over lunch. But a tactician? "Are you sure he didn't get lucky when he pulled Bakugo in the lottery at the start of the class? They did grow up together, and Midoriya said that he's been watching him fight their entire lives. That's how he was able to take him on without using his quirk."

Yaoyorozu's face fell into a frown. "I can say for certain that I do not like Bakugo very much. That boy has a chip on his shoulder a mile wide, and Midoriya seems to be the reason somehow."

"Yeah, but if Midoriya still uses a childhood nickname for him, he can't be all that bad," chimed in Ashido. "Have you once heard Bakugo tell Midoriya to stop calling him 'Ka-chan'?" The other girls shook their heads.

"The fact that he was very familiar with his opponent when it was Bakugo was certainly an advantage," said Asui. "However, he doesn't need it. I was with him and Mineta at USJ."

The other girls all winced. The topic of the attack they'd survived the other day hadn't come up, and frankly all of them were more than willing to never speak of it again. Sure they were proud to have taken out a group of adult villains. And none of the students were badly hurt.

But Aizawa had been.

And Thirteen.

And All Might almost hadn't saved the day.

And the leaders of the group had escaped. Jiro had a bad feeling that it wasn't going to be the last time they saw that guy with all the hands.

Asui seemed unfazed by the memories and plowed on. "We were transported into the middle of the pond by that teleporter guy. In the water were a bunch of villains who had various mutations that meant being in the water would be an advantage. We got onto a boat, but they sank it. I probably could have taken one or two out by myself, but there were too many. After Mineta and I told Midoriya about our quirks, he came up with a plan almost instantly that had us safely out of the water, and all of the villains out of the fight."

"Wow," said Jiro. "What did you do?"

"Midoriya fired a blast at the water, breaking one finger and his thumb, but the blast was so strong that water was displaced, dragging the villains into the center of the crater. I got us off the boat and safely to the shore while the bad guys were sucked in. Mineta helped too. He stuck all of the villains together by throwing the balls on his head into the water with them."

Ashido made a face, sticking her tongue out. "Eww… those purple balls are sticky?"

Asui shrugged. "To everyone and everything but him."

Jiro sat back in surprise at the story. Wow. The shy, mumbling, broken-boned Midoriya came up with a plan so quickly, and executed it flawlessly, only barely knowing anything about his partners' quirks. She'd had to rely on Yaoyorozu to come up with a plan when they were fighting in the mountain zone, and even then she hadn't been much help; Her quirk was more suitable for surveillance than offense.

"I wonder if he could teach me to make plans like that," she mumbled.

"I'm sure it's going to be part of our coursework over the next three years," said Yaoyorozu.

"Sure…" Jiro mulled over her next words. "I just feel like I might be left behind if I don't get a tutor. I had one in middle school, and it got me into UA after all!"

"You could always ask him," said the ever-practical Asui.

Jiro was thankful for the dim light in the room, 0r she was sure the other girls would see the blush that bloomed on her face.

"Oh, and then he kinda saved my life," said Asui, interrupting Jiro's thought process.

"WHAT?!" cried Ashido in surprise. She ducked her head in embarrassment when Uraraka stirred and mumbled something in her sleep. Thankfully, she didn't wake her friend.

Asui shrugged. "We were off to the side watching Aizawa fight the big ugly guy who had his brains exposed, when the leader tried to touch me. Aizawa stopped his quirk from hurting me, then Midoriya punched him away. He even managed to use his quirk without breaking his arm."

The three girls stared at Asui, shock written across their faces.

"Wow," Ashido said after a minute.

Yaoyorozu and Jiro shared a look. Sure they'd had their own close call on the mountain with the electric villain who took Kaminari hostage, but they'd heard the stories of the massive villain that All Might had fought and the guy who controlled it.

"All right," said Ashido, breaking the spell. "Midoriya is officially off limits, girls. Tsu has dibs."

Asui shook her head. "Nah, I'm not interested in him like that."

"But he saved your life!" cried Ashido.

Asui shrugged. "I saved his first, after we were teleported into the water. It's what heroes do."

Jiro blinked at her. "Do you like girls Tsu? It's ok if you do." The other girls nodded in agreement.

Asui shrugged again. "I don't really think about that stuff. I just want to concentrate on school right now. There will be plenty of time for romance later." She smiled at the others. "Friendships are always welcome though."

Jiro scooted over closer to Asui, and pulled her into a one-armed hug. "You got it Tsu," she said. "Us 1-A girls gotta stick together."

The bell rang, dismissing the students at the end of the morning. Lunch was next, and then hero training this afternoon. Jiro twisted her back, trying to stretch out the kinks that had formed from sitting all morning, and saw Midoriya behind her, still sitting at his desk, scribbling away in one of his notebooks.

She stared at him for a minute, while the conversation from the slumber party the other night ran through her head. Tactical genius, huh?

She clenched her jaw as she built up the courage to go talk to him. She wasn't scared, just a little nervous. Sure they'd been in class together for a few weeks now, but they hadn't worked together on anything yet, and they haven't really spoken much other than a cordial greeting. And now she was going to ask him for a favor.

Midoriya stopped writing, reading over what he had written. Jiro blew out a breath. Well, it was now or never. She stood, and walked over to his desk, just as he shut his notebook to put it away. "Um… Hi Midoriya," she said, somewhat shyly.

Midoriya looked up, gasping slightly as she startled him. "O-Oh! H-hello Jiro-san," he stuttered. His eyes refused to meet hers, darting around the room.

Jiro rolled her eyes. The morning after the sleepover, she had asked Uraraka about him, since she knew him best of all of the girls. Uraraka had mentioned he seemed shy around girls, but that he got over it when things got serious. "Say, I was wondering if you could help me out."

Midoriya still refused to look at her. "Oh? H-how?"

Jiro paused briefly, collecting her thoughts. "I want to learn how you do combat strategy. You seem to have a leg up on everyone else in the class, and I want you to teach me." She started to fiddle with her jacks, tapping them together nervously. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have a lot of offensive ability with my quirk, so I wanted to try to buff up my strategy building skills. Hopefully with your help, I'll be able to make a good showing at the Sports Festival."

Midoriya's gaze shifted from looking around the room to looking directly at her. His nervous expression had disappeared, and Jiro nearly took a step back as his eyes locked onto her.

Only they weren't really looking at her, they were looking at her ears, and her jacks.

"I'll admit I've been curious about your quirk," he said, all trace of his previous stutter gone. "I know you can put your jacks into a wall or something and hear what's going on on the other side. How far does that extend?" He reopened his notebook to a fresh page, and readied his pencil. "What is the lowest decibel level you can hear?"

Jiro blinked. This wasn't exactly what she wanted, but Asui did say that he came up with a plan after learning about her quirk. Maybe he was thinking up how to approach teaching her how to use it? "Umm… I don't know the exact number, but pretty quiet. I can hear someone whispering on the other side of a cinder block wall."

Midoriya scribbled some notes. He put a hand to his chin. "The average whisper registers only 30 decibels, but the fact that she can hear it through a wall means she can probably pick up much quieter noises. But sound travels more easily through solids, so maybe she's actually picking up the vibrations going from the source, through their body, through the floor, and into the wall. Or maybe…"

Jiro blinked in confusion as Midoriya flipped forward in his notebook to a clean page, and started to scribble notes, completely ignoring her. She was about to give up and walk away when he looked up again. "Um… I-I think I have more questions before I can help you." Sweat started to pour down his face, and it turned a deep shade of red. "D-d-do you… maybe… kinda… wannahavelunchwithme?"

Jiro chuckled. Ok, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "Sure. Let's get going to the cafeteria before Lunch Rush runs out of melon bread."