The bell finally rang for the end of the lesson, and Mr. Aizawa rose from his sleeping bag. He went into his bag and pulled out sheets of paper.

"Put all your things away." he said, and everyone immediately did as they were told, putting away phones and books and, in Kouda's case, a rabbit.

Mr. Aizawa walked over to the class, and started handing out the sheets.

"This is your first pop quiz of the year." he said, and the protests were immediate.

"What?" shrieked Uraraka.

"Sensei noooo." Satou followed.

"It's the first day!" Hagakure threw her hands up.

"But sensei!" Ashido looked distraught.

Aizawa ignored the shouts and kept going up and down the aisles, "It's to see exactly how much you remember from your lessons last year, if anything at all. Besides, you did just have a study period, did you not? If you spent that time on your phones instead of actually studying, that's not my problem."

Aizawa finished handing out the tests, ignoring all the cries in his wake.

"Mr. Aizawa, my good sir, this test is very unnecessary," tried Aoyama, "It is not wise to dwell on the past. Only the future, and the gift of today."

"Yeah Sensei!" Sero threw his hand up, "As Ghandi once said, 'live and let live, bro!'"

"Yeah sir, it's in the Bible!" nodded Kaminari.

Aizawa just looked at them for a long time, looking more tired then he had five minutes. He let out a long sigh, "You see, this is why you need this test."

"Now no more talking. The test starts now."

The class waited as he went behind his desk, but instead of reaching for his sleeping bag, he just sat at his chair, crossed his arms, and watched them.

"Now." he said, with red eyes and floating hair. Everyone's heads snapped down, and whimpers went all around as they began.

Yaoyorozu handed her paper in after half an hour, and Bakugou growled when he saw that he hadn't been the first. He handed his in several minutes later, followed by Todoroki and Iida.

In front of Hitoshi, Midoriya had stopped writing a while ago, and it now seemed that he was just obsessively looking over each page again and again.

One by one, each student handed in their test, and by the time the bell rang, only Aoyama, Kaminari, Kirishima and Ashido weren't finished.

"Wait sensei gimme a minute!" Mina squeaked as her pen flew across the page.

"you had more than enough time Ashido. Times up. Pens down."

None of them put their pens down. So Aizawa sighed and went to fetch the tests himself.

Kaminari hit his head against the desk repeatedly once his paper was gone.

"Now go back to your dorms. I know some of you aren't done unpacking even though you've been here all weekend. And do all your homework, you'll probably want to be on my good side after I grade these tests." And with that, he slung his bag over his shoulder, tucked his sleeping bag under his arm, and left the room.

The room started to empty behind him, and Hitoshi started packing his bag.

"Shinsou we're going over to Ground Beta to get some training in, you wanna come?"

"Didn't Aizawa tell you to go back to the dorms?"

Todoroki appeared behind him, "If everyone listened to Aizawa all the time, I don't think he would be this tired."

Shinsou snickered, "Thanks, but I need to get to unpacking."

"Okay, we'll see you later then," The boy waved as he took Todoroki's wrist, pulling him to the door, where Iida, Asui (uh, Tsu) and Uraraka were already waiting.

"Come on Kaminari let's go, I'm hungry." Sero shook the blonde's shoulder.

"No no just leave me to wallow in my misery," said the boy, head still on the desk. He was jostled a few more times, but just told his friends that he would catch up with them later.

Aoyama whimpered, still in his seat, "Well, I definitley failed that."

There were nods and murmurs all around, Aoyama turned to the left, batting his eyelashes, "If only I had a monumentally big hug to comfort me in my time of despair." He fluttered long blonde eyelashes at Shouji, who had immediately sighed after hearing the word 'hug'.

"Seriously?"

"Mezou, mon ami, I am in pain."

"No you're not," he blinked wearily.

"Would you really refuse a friend in need? It's just a hug."

"You know very well it's not just a hug," Shouji sighed, "Whenever you want a hug I end up having to carry you around all day."

"And what wrong with that? I'm helping you train your strength, darling. So you're welcome."

Shouji finished packing his bags and gave a long suffering sigh that turned into a groan, "Fine."

Aoyama squealed as he grabbed his bag. And then to Hitoshi's surprise, Shouji opened all six of his arms and Aoyama jumped right in. Snuggling up as if he were in a hammock.

"Whoa."

"Yeah, he gives the best hugs." Ashido giggled at his stunned face.

"Wait Shouji, I failed too!" she exclaimed, "How come I don't get a ride? I mean... a hug."

Shouji glared at Aoyama, "This is your fault." he mumbled, before opening his arms again and letting the pink girl climb in.

"Hey Shouji!"

"No, Kaminari," Tokoyami appeared behind his friend, "We discussed this last year. Only two at a time in Shouji's arms."

"Wow, everyone just hates me today, huh?"

"First come first serve, loser!" laughed Mina, muffled by the arms, "Get Shinsou to carry you, he looks pretty ripped.

The four of them were out the door before Kaminari could reply. Shinsou was just standing when he saw Kaminari turn around in his seat, a slow smile spreading over his face. Ashido's words finally registered, and Shinsou shook his head.

"No."

"Oh come on, Shinsou, please!" he clasped his hands in front of him, "I'm dead tired and also I just failed that test. Don't you feel sorry for me? You should feel so very sorry for me."

Shinsou blinked, he wasn't being serious... He looked around for some help, but they were the only two left in the classroom.

Crap.

"You probably didn't actually fail." sighed Shinsou.

"I absolutely did, dude. Come on, look how sad I am!"

Kaminari was literally blinding him with his big ass grin.

"You don't look the least bit sad."

"I'm just hiding my pain, bro."

Shinsou was inching towards the door, trying very hard to avoid this situation.

"Plus, I'm not even all that heavy. I have limp noodle limbs, see?"

That was a damn lie, because Kaminari had had his blazer off all day and Shinsou had seen exactly what his arms looked like, and neither the word 'limp', nor 'noodle', applied there at all. Not that he had been actively looking at his arms. They just happened to be in his line of sight. When he leaned to the right a bit.

"And plus, like Aoyama said, this is like weight training. So technically, I'm doing you a favour here, don't you think?"

"You're kind of reaching now, Kaminari." he scoffed.

"Oh come on, please, Hitoshi?"

He stopped shuffling right then, and he could feel his eyes widen almost comically.

Okay. Okay, okay. Okay. That wasn't a big deal. It wasn't a big deal at all.

Except it fucking was because no one had ever called him 'Hitoshi' before. No one outside his family at least. Not even in previous schools or foster homes.

And now Kaminari was calling him by his name while smiling that fucking smile with those big ass golden eyes, and Hitoshi hadn't moved in a while.

Kaminari then seemed to notice the look on Hitoshi's face, and his smile slid off.

No no, don't stop smiling!

"Oh crap sorry! I didn't think! I... I won't call you that again sorry."

Hitoshi just blinked a few times, and Kaminari, looking kinda deflated stood up and grabbed his bag.

No, why aren't you smiling anymore?

"Sorry Shinsou, didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything."

No, don't call me 'Shinsou' anymore, gross.

"No it's fine," he cleared his throat, trying to get his face back to normal, "Call me whatever you want, I don't care."

Kaminari raised his eyebrows and then smiled again, but not as brightly as before, "Okay, cool!" he nodded as he made to the door, "You going straight to the dorms, right? I'll help you unpack if you want."

Shinsou nodded, "Sure okay,"

"A bunch of us will, actually. None of us will actually be doing homework straight after school. Except maybe Iida." Shinsou nodded along with him, but was frowning. Kaminari was still smiling, but not like before, and Hitoshi didn't like that.

Kaminari was about to exit the door when Shinsou spoke up, "Well what happened to helping me with weight training?" he asked, hoping it was the right thing to say.

Kaminari turned to him, and beamed. And Shinsou finally relaxed.

Ah, there it was.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah why not. You're... sad or whatever."

Kaminari punched the air, "Hitoshi, you're the best person in the world you know that?"

Shinsou just rolled his eyes, "You'll have to carry my bag though."

Kaminari nodded eagerly and draped Shinsou's bag around his back along with his own. And then, with no warning, he just darted behind Shinsou and jumped onto his back. Hitoshi let out an embarrassing yelp and stumbled back, before righting himself after few seconds.

"Whoops," Kaminari snorted right by his ear. "My bad."

Shinsou just sighed as he made for the door, "Just don't fall off, okay?"

"Gotcha," he said, tightening his arms around Shinsou's neck and hooking his feet together at his torso.

Shinsou finally left the room and made towards the dorms. Hitoshi was really damn glad that Kaminari was behind him right now, because he would have had a really hard time explaining away the furious blush on his face.

Talking to Kaminari was one thing. Flirting was another.

But having the bright eyed blonde literally wrapped around him with his arms around his neck and his chin on his shoulder and his voice right in his ear was a whole different ball game. One that was making it very hard for Hitoshi to keep the poker face that he had trained onto his face for the past sixteen years.

And because the Universe hated him so very much, just as they left the school premises, who should they run into but Yamada Hizashi himself.

The man took one look at the situation, blinked once, and let out a wicked grin.

"Well what is going on, little listeners?"

"Hey Mr. Mic!" Shinsou could hear the grin in Kaminari's voice, which greatly contasted the glare on his own. The glare that was completely negated by the fact that his face was flushing pink.

"We're just on our way to the dorms to help Hitoshi unpack."

"Oh is that right, Hitoshi?"

Shut the fuck up! he mouthed at his Papa, and the man paid him no mind.

"Well then you'd better get to it, kiddos. And looks like the new kid is fitting right in, amiright, Denki?"

"Oh totally, we love him!" the boy nodded against Shinsou's shoulder. Causing his hair to brush against his neck, and making Hitoshi shiver. The move was not missed, and Present Mic's grin only widened. God he was never gonna hear the end of this.

"And this whole-" Mic gestured in their general direction, "-carrying thing? Some kind of initiation us teachers aren't allowed to know about?"

"It's training," Hitoshi spoke up quickly, "Weight training. For strength. Heroes are constantly training, right?"

"Training. Uh huh, okay." Shinsou's glare was nearing deadly, "Well let me not keep you then little ones. Have a great day, ya dig?"

"See ya sir!" Kaminari waved back as Hitoshi took off immediately.

"He's great, isn't, he?" Kaminari said, returning his arm to wrap around Hitoshi's neck.

"Fantastic," he said through gritted teeth. His face still hadn't returned to it's normal colour, and it stayed that way until they finally made it to the dorms and Kaminari jumped off his back.

"Thanks, bro, you're the best!"

Hitoshi nodded as he took his bag back, "No problem, Kaminari."

"Nah, if I can call you Hitoshi then you gotta call me Denki. Everyone else does anyway."

God, would his face ever return to it's normal colour?

"Fine, Denki." he nodded.

The boy grinned again, and took off through the dormitory doors. Hitoshi followed a few moments later, still trying to get his face back to fucking normal.

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2-A Group Chat

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Chargebolt: So bad news. I'm in love with him now.

Tailman: Goddamn it Denki.