"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO 1843?!"
"What fucking difference does it make?" Bakugo frowned, not amused by the yelling right into his ear.
"What difference does it make?! What difference does it make?! Monsieur I am going to slowly choke you with this cravat, that won't be in fashion for at least another decade ! The bowler hat won't be invented until 1850!" Yuuga plucked the hat off him and put it on the table. Once he made sure it wouldn't be damaged, he rolled up his sketchbook which had been on the table, and swiftly hit Bakugo with it.
"OI! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!"
"You get scorch marks on the clothes I made and you will be making your own kimonos for the next five decade of visits back to the past!" He hissed back, before hitting him once more for good measure. "Get out! Get out! Next time actually check what you write down! You crude, uncultured swine! Leave the jacket by the door and I do not want to see you until I get a formal apology and some good Cabernet!"
"Like hell you will!"
"Then don't expect any clothes for your team at all!" Aoyama pushed him out of the door, reaching for the desk with the notices from all the different teams. He picked up the messiest pile, shoving it into Katsuki's arms. "Tell them, they can thank you for that!" He slammed the door in his face, huffing as he trotted back down the stairs to sit by his sewing machine.
"I heard some commotion, what happened, ribbit?" Tsuyu came into the room from the back, carrying some wool they would need for Todoroki's outfit.
Yuuga pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply. "Bakugo wrote down that he was going to 1853 instead of 1843. You know! A whole decade! And he has the gall to ask me, what difference does it make?" He was fuming, Tsuyu making a disgusted face in response.
"It's okay, we both know which one of us is harder to replace." She gently patted his back, setting the materials down. "How about I get us some cheese fondue this evening? When Momo gets back from the mission, we will have time to discuss 15th century leather treatments and Shoji can get the books that Boss promised for us. Doesn't that sound wonderful, ribbit?"
"Oui." He sighed wistfully, going through his hair before getting up. "Come now, we must make those long johns for Shouto, he actually gave us a notice about it being hand sown."
"You see? Not everybody is like Bakugo's team."
"Don't praise the others too much. Remember Hagakure and her wishes during the french revolution?"
"Yeah...I am still not sure how she got the idea to dress like a noble during the height of the terror." Tsuyu shook her head and handed Yuuga the needle he would need. "I'll be working on Ochaco's obi if you need me."
"Which period? Do you need me to help?"
"It's for the Edo period, but I can manage, ribbit."
"What kind?"
"Yuuga, no. You finish this."
"What kind of obi, Tsuyu?"
She sighed at this stubbornness, he wasn't going to let her do this alone won't he?
"Darari, she needs to go undercover as a maiko."
"Is she not a bit old for one? They were between 17 and 20. And I doubt she can even pass as a full fledged geisha with her skills."
"Well she is the youngest looking in the agency alongside Izuku, ribbit. Plus, I heard they are trying out new technology to age them up or down."
"As long as it doesn't interfere with the wig we need to make her or the makeup, they can do whatever they wish! Now, come on. Let me help you, 6 meters of fabric is not easy to work with."
"Momo!" Yuuga got up, leaving the fabric alone to go greet her. They shared a hug, with him kissing both her cheeks. "How was the Alamo? Did you get a good look at the Texian uniforms?"
"Oh, yes! It was amazing! The stitch we use is completely wrong, we are lucky nobody paid attention when we sent Ojiro."
"Nobody will check the stitching of a uniform unless they accidently leave it here." Shoji spoke, carrying the heavy rolls of fabric to the back.
"We still cannot be careless. If you wish to learn, we need to start with the basics and with that our whole education was wrong."
"Excuse, moi! My abilities are not wrong! Just the books were."
"So, you didn't get accused of witchcraft for once?"
"It is not my fault they always send me to research during those times." She huffed, setting her notebook down. Tsuyu grabbed it immediately, her eyes scanned the pages with intense interest. Shoji hugged her as well, Yuuga trying to steal the notebook from Tsuyu to get a look as well.
"Mezo, you are amazing. But if you suggest that stitches aren't important to any of us again, you and I both know how this will end."
"Yes, ma'am." He rolled his eyes, before going back to work.
"Stay still a bit more...and here you go!" Yuuga smiled, getting the mirror so that Kendo could take a good look at herself. "Though I have no idea why they need you to go to 1267, I would think they would have meddlers after Yoritomo's death."
"What would you know?! You lame-" Momo calmly shoved the rag she was holding into Monoma's mouth so she could continue to style his hair. "If you spit it out and say something rude, I am not against calling Tsu over to have you removed."
"How does that feel? Does it irritate your feathers, ribbit?" Shoji and Tsuyu were meanwhile working with Tokoyami and Jirou. Both seemed rather disgruntled.
"It does not cause any negative feelings on my skin and feathers, I can assure you."
"How are they even going to hide your head?" Kendo asked from her seat as Yuuga fixed any last wrinkles on her clothes.
He looked away, not seeming too happy. Jirou spoke up for him.
"He is being sent back as a Tengu."
"I am not a crow, much less resemble one."
"Then what are you?" She got up and Yuuga handed her the equipment she had been forced to put down.
"Me and Dark Shadow are not just some bird! We are-"
"Wouldn't you like to know fist girl?" Dark Shadow spoke with a large grin, Fumikage nearly throttled him for the interruption.
Kendo giggled before she looked at Monoma, who was finally let go by Momo. He spat out the rag and luckily for his own safety stayed quiet.
"Bye guys! Good luck!" She waved, before she gently pushed Monoma up the stairs to the door.
"Are you sure that we both need these? Can't we sneak in like some leather boots?"
Aoyama pinched the bridge of his nose and Momo went up the stairs. She took a spreadsheet that hung off the door and handed it to Kyoka.
"Please look under the late Azuchi-Momoyama period. And tell me, do you see leather boots stated anywhere on there?"
"...No."
"Be happy you got warajis." Tokoyami mumbled before Tsuyu harshly pulled on the obi she was tying up for him. He gasped for air and glared down at the small woman who was pointedly ignoring it.
"Would you prefer for us to replace your getas with okobis, ribbit?"
"Aren't those only used for maikos?" Jirou questioned, before Yuuga gasped.
"Somebody actually remembered that some shoes are limited to some time periods and professions! Get the champagne!" His voice dripped with sarcasm and now it was Kyoka's turn to glare at somebody.
"You're an ass."
"Mademoiselle. You, Tokoyami and agent All Might are the reason we have the spreadsheet even in the first place! Now excuse moi, I need to hand sew a whole outfit for an elizabethan era male aristocrat! Damask coats and woolen caps won't appear on our racks, no matter how much most of the teams think that they do."
"Salty?"
"Would you prefer my job?" He tilted his head, his unblinking eyes narrowing at Kyoka.
"I don't really enjoy being shot at while in corsets or kimonos." She seemed to immediately regret the sentence as it left her mouth. Tokoyami shuddered next to her before Yuuga fired back
"We can gladly switch places! Would you like to stay up until 4 am reading through old tudor laws or do you like the idea of arguing with monsieur Bakugo or madam Kayama about what kind of clothes they can and cannot wear?" Momo had to grab him from jumping at her, he had been extremely on edge the whole week. The whole agency had been, the League was starting to get more consistent and their attacks worse.
"I'm sorry."
Yuuga shook himself out of Momo's grasp.
"Fine." He sighed and dusted himself off, the sparkles fell out of his clothes as he did.
"I am surprised she didn't die." Dark Shadow grinned from Fumikage's side.
"Me too, ribbit."
"I hate you all." Aoyama threw his hands up and went to the back room.
"I need a raise." Momo and Shoji spoke in unison.
There was a knock at the door during the quiet but busy day.
Shoji was the only one currently whose mouth wasn't full of pins, concentrating on a very detailed piece of cloth or creating more silk for them, so he yelled out for them to come in. He was sowing a kirtle dress for Mina, not that much work compared to the others.
All of the heads raised to see who was visiting them, most of the teams were out in the field. The only ones left were Shinsou's team, which were supposed to be resting, Pony's team or possibly...Bakugo's team.
Katsuki was standing there, a wine bottle in his left hand and four boxes of chocolates. His eyes were twitching as he stood there. Nezu was by his feet and Aizawa behind him. Aoyama nearly spat out the pins, giggling in his seat next to Mezo.
Tsuyu and Momo looked away, but he swore he had seen smirks on their lips. Bakugo was one of their least favourite agents to deal with, he and Kirishima also had a tendency to destroy the outfits they made.
"Boss! Good to see you, how can we help?" Asui asked and Momo buttoned up her shirt in the meanwhile.
"I think all of us can guess why!"
"Just tell them, Bakugo." Aizawa grumbled, pushing Bakugo into the room. He almost fell down the stairs, he quickly voiced a protest and turned around to face their supervisor.
His quirk quickly activated, the red eyes aimed at Katsuki.
"Yes, please do. We are all waiting agent Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight."
At this Yuuga actually did spit out the pins with laughter, nobody in the U.A. Agency actually could take his agent name seriously. Momo and Mezo had to chuckle a bit as well.
"OI!"
"Yes, Bakugo? Speak up loud and clear."
Katsuki took a deep breath and headed down the stairs to hand the wine and chocolates to Shoji.
"I'm fucking sorry about not writing the right date on the fucking form It won't happen again."
"And?" Tsuyu mused, she and Yuuga were usually the ones to push their luck with the Boss and the supervisor present.
"Dates do matter...I hope you accept these shitty gifts. Please start making outfits for the team again." Mezo could feel the heat coming off Bakugo, this would not end well.
"Hmmm...Well, since you asked so nicely. Of course we will!" Yuuga got up and gently patted Katsuki's shoulder. "You will get your outfit ready in two weeks."
"TWO FUCKING WEEKS?!"
"Yes!" He smiled a big dazzling smile, the sparkling intensifying on Aoyama. "We have other orders to do, you know monsieur? At best we can get Sero's suit ready by next week. We shall keep in contact, now as you can see we have work to do. Adieu~" He blew him a kiss and headed back to his station to pick up the pins. "Oh! And agent Eraserhead?" He looked back, the man let out a loud sigh.
"Yes, Aoyama?"
"We want a raise."
"Will do! Just keep at your current pace, please. The CD is very important to the U. A. Agency." Nezu spoke while Aizawa needed to drag Bakugo out before he would assault them for using him as a way to get their third raise this year.
"Can they maybe for once send them somewhere in the 20th century? Anywhere in the 20th century?" Momo exhaled as Tsuyu took the court gown off her hands.
"That would mean our job wouldn't be a living hell, mademoiselle. We all know that will not happen!"
All of them let out a collective groan, together they had slept around twenty hours in the last three days.
The League was getting worse, with attacks happening every day or every other day. Even the older agents had been forced to be sent out and nobody liked making clothes for the senior Todoroki or agent Mount Lady.
There was a knock on the door, a familiar stoic face peered in.
"Hello."
"Hi, Shouto. Come in." Momo rubbed at her eyes, while the others let out weak hellos.
"What can we do for you?" Mezo asked as Yaoyorozu fell face first into the couch he had brought out when the worst of the work had started.
"Our team is being sent to around 1735."
"You can borrow outfit number 654, it was returned two days ago by agent Gale Force. If you wait for an hour, I will help change it so it fits you better. Luckily both of you are quite big."
"I was actually going to ask if I may get another outfit."
All of them raised their heads at that, this was going to be good.
"You have it written that if we wish for something from the aristocracy before the 19th century we must report to your office."
"So let me get this straight." Tsuyu put down her needle to face Todoroki. "You wish us to make you an aristocratic outfit from the baroque era, during one of our biggest rushes in the last three years. Are we both clear on that, ribbit?"
"Yes."
"No~" She smiled and turned back to her project. "You are going to go as a peasant."
"But-"
"Listen to the wise frog lady." Momo spoke from the couch, pulling one of the pillows over her head.
The others nodded, before a confused Shouto left them to their work.