"Get out of the tank and back in your dorms." Aizawa grumbles as he approaches a large boxy vehicle.
"I summoned something good on a day off! I'm using it!" Izuku shouts.
It was the first relaxing Sunday after the school festival and Izuku had decided to have a nice drive. Of course to his surprise a decent, in his opinion, tank appeared. The Ferdinand wasn't the fastest, or the most reliable, but it had a good gun and lots of armor. He would take this in an instant if he was fighting nomus. Of course the girls had seen it, noticed how much room there was inside and decided it was time for a pillow party. Momo jumped right into the tank and filled it with cushions of all sorts, turning the menacing metal interior into a paradise of softness. With Eri visiting the class, they couldn't resist and soon Izuku, Momo, Tsu, Ochako and Aoyama and the other girls were enveloped in softness while encased in strong steel armor. Truly a condition no sane person would ever want to leave.
"You are all breaking curfew." Aizawa says.
"I don't have a curfew!" Eri shouts from the commander's hatch.
"Eri, bed time was a hour ago." Aizawa says.
"I'm sleeping here!" Eri insists.
"Eri, get out of the tank." Aizawa says sternly.
"You're not my dad." Eri taunts.
"Eri, get out of the tank now." Aizawa says, slightly raising his voice.
"You're not my dad!" Eri taunts again.
"I adopted you." Aizawa says.
"I'm in a tank and you're not." Eri says, remembering a video Toru had shown her.
"Eri." Aizawa gumbles.
"I'm lit... liter... ah, I'm really in a tank." Eri says stumbling over her words cutely, earning a wave of giggles from the others inside.
"Eri please." Aizawa says.
"No." Eri says before closing her hatch and returning to the softness.
'She learned well' Toru thinks, wiping an invisible tear from her eyes.
AN: This came to me as I was editing the last chapter. I literally couldn't resist the urge to write, hand cramps be damned!