With that, Mr. Aizawa opened the towering front doors of our new home.

"It's one class per building. Boys and girls are seperated by wing. The right wing is for the girls, and the boys' wing is on the left. However, the first floor is a common space."

We were standing inside of a great big living room, with columns in between the towering windows. A bunch of couches surrounded a table, an ugly green color that clashed horribly with the floors. There was a big TV, and a big decorative bunch of flowers, a few paintings. This part was on a carpet, which ended before the kitchen. Where the carpet ended the dining room began - five tables with four chairs each, a big kitchen space, all facing big windows that faced out onto the lawn. From the looks of things...

"The dining area, baths, and laundry facilities can be found here," Mr. Aizawa was saying while we looked around. Dammit, so I have to eat with everyone in class, every day? You gotta be kidding me.

Raccoon Eyes was yapping, "It's spacious! It's pretty! It's so new, and there's sofaaaaasss!"

"There's even a courtyard!" cried Tape Arms. Nearby, Uraraka had practically fainted. "It's a freaking mansion!" she cried, while Glasses called out for her, sounding worried. What's she so excited about? I thought.

Mr. Aizawa led us upstairs for a tour of the bedroom floors - we had an elevator to get there, actually.

"Your rooms are on floors two and above. On each floor, there are two groups of four rooms; half for boys and half for girls, up to the fifth floor."

Even the hallways outside our rooms were pretty bright and annoying, with a big row of lights on top, mail slots and name tags, doors htat unlocked with electronic keys, giant windows, thick carpets. All in that weird color scheme.

Mr. Aizawa opened the door of the first room on the second floor and showed us the dormitory space. It was a little cramped, with a bed, desk and desk chair, chest of drawers, and a balcony. Well, at least it was private.

"You each have your own private room. Each room comes with an AC unit, a bathroom, a refrigerator, and a closet. It's quite a luxurious space, if you ask me," said Mr. Aizawa.

"There's even a veranda!" cried Deku, exploring it as we all followed him around. Guess that's special to you...

"These rooms are about the size of my closet back home, but I'll manage," said Ponytail girl. And behind her, Uraraka swooned again. "I'm living in a mansion!" and Glasses checked in on her again.

Mr. Aizawa handed us a map of our room spaces. "The allocation of rooms is just as you see it here. The luggage we had each of you send before hand has already been delivered to your rooms. For the time being, use today to get unpacked and arrange your rooms. Tomorrow, I'll give you an explanation of how things are going to operate from now on. That is all. You're dismissed!"

"Yes, sensei!" they all chorused, eager to get to unpacking.

I pulled apart the boxes, about ten, which were piled in my room. They had the stuff I'd taken with me from home. Basic shit. I arranged it all, set things up, tidied my space. Started cleaning, even though the room had already been clean when I'd arrived. Looked around for something else to do.

Keep busy. Don't think.

The room was getting damn stuffy by now, so I headed downstairs. Maybe I could get Kirishima yapping about manliness or something. Or maybe the rest of his little group would be ready to chat about licenses or something.

But when I found them, they were all too busy talking to Deku, sitting around in the living room. And I just couldn't deal with that right now. The girls showed up and decided to do some stupid 'best room design' contest.

"You up for it, Bakugou?" asked Kirishima as he passed me.

"Sounds lame. I'm going to bed."

From outside my room, I could hear them stampeding around, going into Kirishima's and Shoji's dorms to goggle over them. I tried hard to fall asleep and ignore all the noise outside. Dammit, this is gonna be every night, as long as I'm stuck here. People being noisy. At least the old folks went to bed early.

And now I was stuck here, in this dorm, no getting away from it. No getting away from school, or my classmates. And even if I could decide to just chuck it, what else was I gonna do? Go home to the old hag and the old man and get told off? Just run away and have to deal with strangers, who know who I am...who know that I am-

Shut up.

I switched on the light. No way I was gonna sleep with all that noise. Just go to bed, dammit.

The noise had died down. I was almost ready to try and drop off again, until I happened to look out the window, and saw that a bunch of them were outside. Well ,about seven. Uraraka and Frogface - it looked like Uraraka was comforting her or something. Talking to Glasses, Kirishima, Ponytail, IcyHot, and Deku.

Oh. Those five.

those five...

I found out from Kirishima later on what that was about. Apparently, Frog Face had called them all out for coming to...help me out in Kamino. When they'd planned it, she'd told them they might as well be villains if they were just gonna break the law. I mean, he tried not to say that directly, but he doesn't know how to lie very well. And she was apologizing, or something, or they were apologizing to her. Cause dammit, I guess I'd just...made it difficult for them all to get along, by getting -

No getting away from it all, I guess. No matter how hard I tried. I'm stuck with it. For the rest of my damn life, I'm just stuck with it. But I gotta deal. Gotta shake it off, somehow. Prove em wrong. Just focus, dammit. Get the license, that's the thing. Eye on the goal. Be the number one hero, nothing else matters. That's what you gotta do. To make up for it.