HAGAKURE

Ojiro was bringing up a load of laundry when he saw a floating pair of shorts and t-shirt.

"Hey Hagakure, didn't see you there."

The floating clothes stopped and turned towards him.

"Yeah, that was a bad joke, wasn't it?" Ojiro asked.

The floating t-shirt hesitated before giving a stiff shrug.

"Sorry, I suppose it was a bit rude. It can't be easy living with a Quirk like yours."

The t-shirt waved a sleeve in a so-so kind of gesture. Ojiro sighed and set his laundry hamper on the dryer.

"Growing up, I didn't like my Quirk. I always wanted something big and impressive like Gang Orca. Instead, I got stuck with this." Ojiro waved his tail around to emphasize his point. "It's useful, sometimes, but I always felt like I couldn't be a real hero with something so boring."

The t-shirt barely twitched, but the subtle gesture made Ojiro imagine a thumbs-up. Chuckling, Ojiro said, "Thanks for the support. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I never realized how easy I had it until I met you. It must be tough, spending your whole life invisible to everyone. People bumping into you, or forgetting you're there, I can't even imagine what it's like."

The t-shirt gave a 'you get used to it' sort of shrug, which made Ojiro sigh. "You shouldn't have to get used to it. It's not fair that you have to deal with what you do. I mean, the support class never gave you a proper costume! Just boots and gloves…."

The t-shirt and shorts sauntered forward, pressing close to Ojiro. He hastily backed away and his face flushed scarlet.

"Whew, it's pretty hot in here, isn't it?" Ojiro snatched up his hamper. "I think I should get this back to my room. And, uh, it was nice talking to you."

As Ojiro maneuvered his way around the floating clothes, he met Midoriya standing at the doorway. The other student looked around the room and asked, "Ojiro-san, is there a reason that you are holding a conversation with an empty patch of air? Preliminary diagnosis suggests brain cancer, but I require additional autopsies to be sure."

"Aren't autopsies for dead people?" Ojiro asked with a shudder. "Besides, I'm not alone, Hagakure is right-"

Ojiro blinked. An entirely different set of clothes floated next to Izuku.

"Hi, don't mind me!" Hagakure said. "I'm here to pick up my laundry."

Ojiro looked around for the floating clothes he had spoken to earlier, but no trace of them remained.

"I think I need to lie down."

In a darkened bedroom, a t-shirt and pair of shorts drifted in and shut the door. Then, with a heavy click, Tokoyami turned on the lights.

"Dark Shadow," Tokoyami growled, "Are you stealing laundry again?"

Dark Shadow froze. Pantomiming with the clothes, Dark Shadow said in a falsetto voice, "What are you talking about, Fumikage-chan? It's me, Hagakure! Let's kiss!"

Tokoyami grabbed a spray bottle, and Dark Shadow ran away screaming.

500

Poor Hagakure, overlooked in her own drabble.