"Midoriya, it's raining."
"So what? That's never stopped us before!"
Midoriya sat on the floor by the dormitory exit, tying his bright red shoes, Todoroki watching over his shoulder. It was early – six thirty-two to be exact – and the only other person in the common area was Mineta, who had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. Nobody had bothered to wake him, it seemed. Midoriya thought about doing it himself – but then, he'd already spent the night on the couch. What would waking him now do?
Todoroki sighed and glanced out the windows of the dormitory. The rain wasn't heavy, not yet, but it would still result in one cold Midoriya clinging to his arm. On second thought, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
The second Todoroki had asked Midoriya if he had a chance to chat a week or so following Capture the Flag, Midoriya immediately remembered their encounter – nearly a month earlier – in which Todoroki had wanted to talk. As a result, Midoriya insisted they go for a morning jog (they were a lot less likely to be scolded that way). And, despite Todoroki's earlier protests, Midoriya insisted they go so they could talk as soon as possible, even if it meant running in the rain.
He was so caring that way, Todoroki thought idly. So…passionate. So observant, having noticed Todoroki holding onto the question and prodding until he spit it out. He was that, too – insistent. God, was he insistent. Todoroki supposed that was part of the reason he found Midoriya so damn charming.
"You coming?" Midoriya straightened up, resting a hand on Todoroki's shoulder. He did that, now. That and their shoulder-bumps. That, their shoulder bumps, and the occasional hand-holding.
Midoriya's hand slipped into his own. Okay, maybe not that occasional.
As soon as his hand met Todoroki's, Midoriya launched towards the door, barely listening to Todoroki stutter as he scrambled to slide his feet into his shoes. "You were taking too long!" Midoriya laughed, and that laugh righted approximately half the wrongs in Todoroki's life in that moment, he thought. Midoriya laughed harder at the surprised expression on Todoroki's face, poking a finger towards his face. Ah, yes. He also did that more often.
His shoes were bent awkwardly beneath his feet as they stepped out onto the porch of the dormitory, the rain pooling and running off the overhang haphazardly. It was quite dark; usually by now the sun would have risen at least enough to present the two of them with enough light to jog the campus, but with the clouds blotting out the sky it was difficult to see outside the narrow reach of the streetlamps.
To Todoroki's surprise, Midoriya sat himself on the steps leading up to the porch, his legs exposed to the rain dripping from the overhang. "What, did you realize just now that it's raining?" Todoroki teased, but he sounded serious; he hoped Midoriya understood he was joking.
"Waiting for you to put your shoes on properly, that's all," Midoriya replied, letting his left hand reach out, palm upturned to catch the rain.
Todoroki sat next to him and fixed his shoes so they didn't bunch underneath his heels. Before he stood again, he bumped his shoulder against Midoriya's. "Last chance to say no," he said quietly.
"Let's go!" Midoriya hopped up, moving from one foot to the other in that way he did when he got excited. Todoroki hid a smile behind his hand, walking down the steps carefully then beginning a jog.
The rain felt nice; the last few days, the temperature had been sweltering for that time of year, and the rain felt just warm enough to be uncomfortable but not unbearable. Midoriya fell into place next to him as they jogged away from the dormitory and closer to the campus, following their usual path.
"So," Midoriya said once they were a healthy distance from the dormitory, "let's talk. Do you want to stop running?"
"No," Todoroki replied. "Unless you can't run and talk at the same time."
Midoriya let out one of those precious snort-laughs that Todoroki found himself thinking about occasionally, and the sound plastered a smile on the (usually) stoic boy's face. "Good one," he grinned, "but we both know who gets more winded when trying to have a conversation during training."
That was true; a few times Todoroki had exhausted himself trying to keep up a conversation while he and Midoriya trained. Sometimes he wondered if Midoriya lured him into those conversations with that exact intention.
"It's uh, kind of hard to talk about," Todoroki admitted after a moment of silence. "I don't know where to start."
"It's about your past, isn't it? That scar, maybe?" Midoriya asked idly, but Todoroki could tell with one glance over at the boy that he was fidgeting and nervous.
"Mm, yeah," Todoroki tried to sound as nonchalant as Midoriya did. Despite running underneath the trees, both of them were soaked through to their skin now, and the slightest breeze sent shivers through both of the rain didn't feel so nice anymore.
"Would it help if I told you about my past?" Midoriya asked, almost hesitantly. What did he have to be so hesitant about? Todoroki thought he knew all there was to know about Midoriya.
"Maybe," he admitted finally. Perhaps whatever Midoriya had to say, Todoroki could relate to and swing the conversation where he wanted it to have gone nearly a month and a half ago.
"My quirk isn't mine," Midoriya said, quiet enough that had Todoroki not been jogging shoulder to shoulder with him, the sound of the rain on the ground would have swallowed the noise whole.
"What do you mean?" Todoroki asked cautiously, and despite his earlier teasing, he slowed his pace. Midoriya naturally met it, and the two came to a stop side by side.
Midoriya didn't look at him. "It was given to me. I can't tell you who by, though."
"All Might?" Todoroki replied quietly. Midoriya's eyes snapped up to Todoroki's, a look of panic, maybe, but it was gone in an instant.
If there was anyone Midoriya trusted to know, it was Todoroki. If there was anyone he wanted to know, so he could stop lying to them, it was Todoroki. "Yeah," he breathed, finally turning and fully looking at Todoroki as his shoulders sagged in relief. "After Kacchan was taken by that sewage monster thing and I ran in, um, All Might said I could be a hero. That's all I ever wanted, you know – to be a hero."
"You're my hero," Todoroki replied, a little dumbly, and his cheeks flushed. The rain had gotten heavier now, and he could see Midoriya's teeth fighting a chatter. He thought he could see a blush crossing the smaller boy's cheeks as well, but he almost believed himself to be imagining it with the ease it dissipated.
"That's sweet of you to say," he replied with a cheeky smile. "But I'm pretty sure you saved me when we were fighting Stain."
"It was mutual," Todoroki grunted. Midoriya rocked back and forth from the balls to the heels of his feet. "Are you cold?" Todoroki asked finally.
"No way," Midoriya shook his head, that blush returning and remaining plastered across his face. Todoroki couldn't dismiss it as his imagination, this time. "Are you?"
"It takes a lot to make me cold, Mido," he stated bluntly. Midoriya laughed, almost nervously, and rubbed the back of his head.
"Fair, fair," he waved his hand to accentuate his point. "Maybe I should have brought an umbrella for us."
Todoroki's heart clenched, and for once, he didn't quite know why. Usually he could pinpoint the exact moment Midoriya made him feel such a strange, completely welcome sensation (after weeks of familiarizing with it). Now, though, he was at a loss. Did simply Midoriya's presence do this to him now? Where Todoroki normally would tell Midoriya everything, he kept this to himself; he didn't want to know if Midoriya felt it, too, or if it was weird.
"An umbrella would have been nice," Todoroki replied after a moment. Midoriya laughed that soft, content laugh that he saved just for Todoroki, and occasionally Iida and Ochaco.
"Should we head back?" Midoriya asked, holding his hand out again to catch the water. Todoroki's eyes focused on the way Midoriya's hair pressed flatly to his head, drenched with rainwater, the same way it had pressed to him after his bath that night. He'd taken special care up until that moment to choose not to recall anything about that encounter (he found it left him with those strange warm feelings plus an extra something that he wasn't sure how to address), but with Midoriya looking at him with that adorable smile, Todoroki couldn't help but let his mind wander.
"Todo," Midoriya waved in front of his face, a laugh bubbling out of his mouth. "Let's start on our way back. Does that give you enough time to talk about what you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh," Todoroki was drawn back into the moment, suddenly remembering that Midoriya had just told him a very important secret. "Right, yeah."
Midoriya laughed again, tilting his head to gesture back the way they came. "Let's get going then, okay? I lied – I am getting cold."
Midoriya wordlessly wrapped himself around Todoroki's left, both surprising and flustering the latter. He covered his mouth to stifle his giggle at the way Todoroki looked; the taller boy's cheeks erupted with pink and the water that had coated him evaporated quickly. "What was Endeavor like?" Midoriya asked, but the wistfulness that usually came with that question from fans of Endeavor wasn't present in Midoriya's voice. Instead, that usual admiration was replaced with malice, but malice placed carefully out of reach.
"Terrible," Todoroki replied quickly. "The scar isn't from him, though."
Midoriya hadn't expected that. "No?"
"My mom, she…well, they married for Endeavor's children to have his and her Quirk, right?" He decided it would probably be easiest to start near the beginning.
"Oh, right," Midoriya nodded, though he hadn't known that information before.
"He wasn't the best to us," Todoroki responded, still carefully choosing his words despite Midoriya's openness with him just minutes before.
"I figured that much."
Midoriya shared some of the bluntness Todoroki did, but only when he was annoyed or tired. At least, that's what Todoroki had managed to observe from his friend's behaviors. He rarely was tired, and it was even more rare for him to be annoyed, but when he was, even Bakugo tended to hold off on the insults. Todoroki wondered if even the topic of Endeavor unsettled Midoriya as much as it upset him.
"Lots of nights I'd go to bed without dinner if practice didn't go as planned," he said quietly. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled.
Midoriya nodded to himself, letting his head rest against Todoroki's arm. Todoroki wasn't providing him any warmth beyond what someone without a heat Quirk could do, since he was concentrating so hard on speaking his mind for what felt like the first time, so he half wondered why Midoriya continued to hang onto him like this. Then again, it was certainly reassuring to have someone anchoring him in a way that kept him from reliving the moments while he spoke about them.
"Then I'd wake up early and sneak breakfast before he got up. He wouldn't let me have breakfast until I finished my morning training, and sometimes it took until noon to finish."
"What kinds of things did you do?" Midoriya asked, that curiosity laced with – guilt, maybe? – for wondering what the Number Two hero's training regimen looked like compared to the Number One's.
"Ah," Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck. "I kind of blocked that part out. The only thing I really remember is throwing up and passing out a lot…"
"Jesus," Midoriya whispered. During his training with All Might to prepare himself to receive One for All, he recalled the amount of times All Might urged Midoriya to stop if he ever felt faint or nauseous. He said it would have just as bad of an impact if he overworked himself as if he underworked. They rounded the corner towards the dormitory, Midoriya still openly clinging to Todoroki.
"My mom got really sick," Todoroki explained further, brushing the hair away from his scar nonchalantly. "She kept seeing my old man's face in my own, and she just kind of…snapped, one day."
"That's awful," Midoriya clung tighter. "I'm – thank you for telling me."
Todoroki looked down at Midoriya with a curious look. He was certain he'd hear an apology escape Midoriya's lips just then; anyone who knew even a little of what he and his family went through with Endeavor always apologized. It felt strange, yet much more comforting, instead hearing a word of thanks.
"You are the only student here who knows, so please don't tell anyone," Todoroki added, as if Midoriya would ever tell anyone without asking for permission anyway.
"My lips are sealed as long as yours are," Midoriya replied with a soft smile tugging upwards on his lips.
By then, it was light enough that the streetlamps had turned off, and inside the dormitory the common room lights were on. As they got closer, Midoriya could hear chatter inside from their classmates. They stopped in front of the door under the overhang to wring out some of their wet clothes. Todoroki placed his left hand on Midoriya's shoulder and very carefully steamed away some of the moisture. "That's the best I can do without burning you," he said almost apologetically, and Midoriya grinned.
"Thank you! I feel a lot warmer already."
Just as Midoriya reached for the dorm door handle, Aizawa yanked it open, scowling down at the two of them. "What were you doing out here?" he barked, his tone nowhere near his usual uninterested drone. Midoriya tensed and Todoroki had to resist the urge to reach for his hand; he wasn't sure if their hand-holding was proper to do in front of their homeroom teacher.
"We went for a jog, sir," Todoroki bowed his head.
"Did you notice it was raining?" Aizawa countered, his tone returning to normal. He still looked incredibly annoyed, but at least he didn't sound as angry. Aizawa was frightening when he was angry.
"We left before it got too bad," Midoriya rubbed his neck sheepishly. "We thought it might let up a little."
Aizawa sighed and pinched his nose, then stepped out of the doorway and opened the door wider. "Just get in here and take a bath before you catch a cold." There it was – that droning, vaguely bored tone that assured Midoriya and Todoroki that Aizawa wouldn't try to kill them the second they stepped into the dormitory.
The rain kept up for several days after that, forcing Class 1-A back inside after a few blissful weeks of enjoying the warm weather. Midoriya and Todoroki didn't attempt another early-morning jog; even Kaminari shied away from the lightning storms accompanied by the high winds and rainfall. Instead, they settled for huddling together under a shared umbrella on the way to and from class.
That Friday, the rain finally stopped. The sun poked out beyond the clouds tentatively around midday, and just as their lunch period started the rain slowed to a gentle mist. As a result, Iida and Ochaco suggested they eat lunch outside. They trekked to their usual spot on the outskirts of the school property, Iida and Ochaco leading the way. Midoriya linked his pinkie in Todoroki's when the other two weren't looking, giving Todoroki a shy smile.
"What are you doing this weekend?" Ochaco asked Iida casually as they sat down at an outdoor table. Todoroki had taken the liberty of steaming the seats before anyone sat so the liquid would evaporate.
"I was thinking about paying my brother a visit," Iida replied, casually drumming his fingers on Ochaco's hand. "How about you?"
"The usual," Ochaco sighed, "I'm gonna sit around here. I think the girls are planning on having a sleepover in Hagakure's room tonight."
"That should be fun!" Iida stopped drumming on Ochaco's hand in favor of reaching to eat his lunch. "What about you, Midoriya?"
"Hadn't really thought about it," Midoriya replied with a tap on his chin in thought. "Usually Todoroki and I do some training over the weekend, but we don't do much else."
"You guys should have a sleepover!" Ochaco squealed, clapping her hands together.
"A sleepover?" Todoroki questioned.
"Yes! Where you spend the night watching movies and gossiping and playing games," she sighed and smiled. "Usually the girls make snacks, too. That would be fun! You should try it!"
Midoriya and Todoroki exchanged looks, then smiled. "It could be fun," Midoriya said with a nod. "I know you've got a huge collection of movies somewhere in your room," he teased.
Todoroki blushed. "Only because my sister keeps sending them to me. Half of them are cheesy romance movies."
Midoriya poked a finger at Todoroki's cheek. "Doesn't mean they're not good movies!"
"Deku, are you the romantic-movie type?" Ochaco asked, fighting back a laugh.
"I like movies that are fun to watch," Midoriya replied simply, as if that was an answer to the question.
The group chuckled together (aside from Todoroki, who snickered behind his palm) as Midoriya defended his love of sappy romance movies. He claimed his love for them came from his mother forcing him to watch rom-coms with him ever since he was young. "Besides," Midoriya said while the others laughed, "what's the harm in enjoying a good love story?"
"I guess there's not much harm in it," Iida replied after he managed to stop himself from laughing. "I just didn't picture you as that type."
"Yeah," Ochaco added, "you look more like a hero documentary kind of person."
Midoriya laughed, nodding. "I love a good documentary," he admitted. "I'm not picky about movies."
"Todoroki seems like someone who would be," Iida commented. All eyes fell on the boy in question, whose cheeks turned a bit pink at the attention he was suddenly getting.
"I don't watch anything below a ninety percent on Rotten Tomatoes," he admitted shyly.
The group laughed and Midoriya nudged his shoulder, resting a hand on his knee. He seemed to have noticed Todoroki's side started to steam, though, because he pulled his hand back quickly with a quiet apology.
Ochaco and Iida delved into a conversation about which movie series was better – Harry Potter or Star Wars – both of which Midoriya hadn't really enjoyed enough to watch all the way through. Todoroki played devil's advocate for both sides here and there, and when finally asked which series he enjoyed more, he explained he hadn't seen either. Midoriya laughed while Ochaco and Iida simply stared, agape, wondering how he could provide such spot-on insight without having seen any of either of the series to begin with.
Before lunch ended, Ochaco left to go to her dorm room – apparently she'd forgotten something in there – and Iida said he'd help her look, leaving Midoriya and Todoroki to walk back to campus alone. "So, a sleepover," Todoroki said casually, but his cheeks were pink with the thought of spending the night with Midoriya. For some reason, that same feeling that plagued him after the baths returned when he thought about sleeping in the same bed as his friend.
"Yeah," Midoriya exhaled and looked up at the sky, a whimsical smile on his face. "Sounds fun, doesn't it?" When he looked over at Todoroki, his eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks were similarly pink to Todoroki's.
Todoroki had to look away, feeling his left side getting dangerously hot. "What snacks do you think we should make?"
"Cold soba!" Midoriya said excitedly, that content and peaceful look melting away just as quickly as it had appeared. Instead, he now wore a bright smile that was more characteristic of him, a smile that was so contagious even Todoroki couldn't resist when his lips pulled upwards into a smile.
"So you do like cold soba," Todoroki pressed his finger to Midoriya's cheek – an action he had been careful not to reciprocate up until then. Nearly immediately he pulled back, blushing hard, and looked away.
"I never said I didn't!" Midoriya argued, seemingly unaware of Todoroki's inner turmoil. "Besides, it's a lot easier to make than pork cutlet bowls. Mark my words, though, one day we will make pork cutlet bowls."
The light mist of rain dissipated as they walked back to campus, and they made it back to class just before the lunch period ended. Several minutes later, Iida and Ochaco ran into the classroom. If anyone noticed that Iida's hair was just a bit messier than usual and Ochaco's cheeks were flushed, they didn't say anything.
Midoriya lounged on Todoroki's bed while Todoroki shuffled through movies. Midoriya dug through hundreds of snack recipes on his phone, mouth watering as he tried to settle on something. "Oh, pretzels? These sound good! Or donuts! Do you think we could make donuts? Mm, or popcorn Chex mix!"
Todoroki half-listened to him list off items while he dug for a movie he'd actually enjoy. Finally, he sighed, settling instead for a hefty stack of rom-coms that his sister had sent him months ago. They'd collected dust just sitting on his shelf.
"Oh! Todo, look at this!" Midoriya waved him over. He passed the taller boy his phone. On the screen was a recipe for brownies. "Maybe we can ask Sato to give us some help making these!"
"I'm not much of a sweets person," Todoroki admitted softly.
"Oh, okay!" Midoriya took his phone back and continued scrolling. "Do you prefer salty snacks, then?"
"I guess." In reality, Todoroki hadn't had much experience with food beyond the bland taste of plain rice with plain meat. Only when his father was out doing hero work would his mother ever make him cold soba (he supposed that's how he grew to like it so much), and after his mother was sent away he never got to eat it unless he or his siblings made it themselves.
"Maybe we can make a few things," Midoriya thought aloud. It was a habit that Todoroki had picked up on early into their friendship – Midoriya liked to talk things through out loud when he was alone or with someone he trusted. It was different from his mumbling that he had a habit of; it was intentional, as if welcoming Todoroki into his stream of thoughts on the matter. He even paused and allowed for responses to his thought process, which sometimes Todoroki supplied and sometimes he didn't.
"Still cold soba?" Todoroki asked, a little more hopefully than he'd meant to come off, and Midoriya chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, still cold soba. I'm thinking about what we can make for later tonight."
They made their way down to the kitchen, bumping shoulders and linking pinkies occasionally as they walked. Discussion didn't stray far from the snacks Midoriya researched; at one point Todoroki mentioned his sister getting a honey puff stuck in her hair, and how his father cut it off. Midoriya grabbed at his hair, nervously pulling at it as he talked. When the elevator reached the commons, they found Jirou and Yaoyorozu in the kitchen with Ochaco, Hagakure, and Tsuyu gathered around the television.
"Hey!" Ochaco waved to the two of them. "You guys having a sleepover, too?"
"Yeah!" Midoriya nodded excitedly. "We're trying to decide on what snacks to make."
"Todoroki's letting you make anything other than cold soba?" Yaoyorozu teased, and Midoriya laughed warmly.
"We're having that for dinner."
"We're making sugar cookies," Jirou called to them. "Want to help us decorate them?"
"That sounds fun," Midoriya nodded, then looked to Todoroki. "What do you think, Todo?"
"That's fine with me," Todoroki replied, though he worried about spending time with all of the girls. He'd never really spent time with any of the girls aside from Ochaco and Yaoyorozu, except during training activities, and he feared they might not particularly enjoy his company.
Jirou seemed accepting, though, as she waved the two of them over and started giving orders to make frosting for the cookies. Midoriya and Todoroki made buttercream on one side of the kitchen while Jirou and Yaoyorozu rolled dough and placed cookies in the oven on the other side. "Make some of every color," Yaoyorozu said over the sound of the hand-mixer Midoriya was using. "Sato let us borrow his food coloring for the occasion."
The process of making buttercream went smoothly until about the point the hand mixer flung a bit of buttercream onto Midoriya's nose. Todoroki stared at it, wondering if Midoriya knew – he had to know it was there, right? So why was he just leaving it there?
Without really thinking, he reached out and wiped the buttercream onto his finger, then popped said finger into his mouth. Midoriya stared up at him, wide-eyed and a blushing fool, the hand mixer still going in the background. "Wh-what?" Todoroki asked, also beginning to blush.
"A-ah, nothing!" Midoriya squeaked, returning his attention to the buttercream below him. His cheeks grew redder and his hands trembled a bit, so Todoroki reached behind him and helped guide his hand on the mixer.
"You're going to spill it again," he murmured, voice low in Midoriya's ear as he pressed against the smaller boy's back. Midoriya's breath hitched as Todoroki guided his hand on the mixer, then turned it off after the ingredients fully combined.
When he looked up, Todoroki noticed Jirou and Yaoyorozu watching the exchange with wide eyes, and immediately he became self-conscious. Had he done something wrong? Midoriya looked like he was going to spill more of the frosting. He did what he thought would keep that from happening. What did it look like he was doing?
Midoriya remained relatively quiet while they mixed food coloring into the frosting, only really speaking to ask Todoroki to pass him a food color. Todoroki became increasingly worried that he somehow scared Midoriya, or did something wrong, but as soon as they started frosting the first batch of cookies, that atmosphere seemed to dissipate in favor of a much sillier one.
Midoriya frosted a star cookie with an angry face and spiky yellow hair. "Look," he held it up and tried to mimic the angry expression, "does it look like Kacchan?"
Todoroki threw a hand over his mouth as he hid a snicker, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "It does," he replied, voice muffled by his hand.
Midoriya poked his tongue out of his lips as he frosted another cookie – this one the shape of a bird. He frosted it pink with brown feathers, then held it up for Ochaco to see. "Look, Ochaco! You're a bird!"
Ochaco giggled. "That one's mine. I call dibs!"
Todoroki decided he wouldn't be outdone by Midoriya, and he threw an arm in front of the cookie he was frosting in order to keep Midoriya from peeking. That didn't keep Midoriya from trying, though, as he poked at Todoroki's arm.
"Let me see," he teased, bumping against Todoroki's shoulder gently enough to not disturb the cookie he was frosting.
"In a minute," Todoroki chided gently, responding to the shoulder-bump with a nudge of his own.
Midoriya settled for resting his head against Todoroki's arm as he frosted the cookie, watching the television across the room playing some sort of cartoon movie. The girls had a mound of blankets and pillows on the ground forming a sort of makeshift nest, cuddling close together while they watched the movie. Todoroki grabbed Midoriya's attention once more by clearing his throat, and Midoriya looked down at the cookie he held.
It wasn't perfect, but god, was it cute. Todoroki held a kitten head-shaped cookie, which he had frosted deep green to match Midoriya's hair. The eyes were a bit messy, but they were still cute, and the cheeks were a bright pink. "I'm not great at stuff like this," Todoroki admitted shyly.
"This is so cute!" Midoriya cried, blushing to match the cookie. "This one's mine!"
Jirou peeked over and laughed. "Todoroki, you really got the essence of Midoriya in there," she said.
Midoriya grinned and leaned against the taller boy in question. "It's great! I love it."
Todoroki flushed and scratched his neck nervously. "It isn't the best," he said quietly.
"But it is!" Midoriya countered. "Hold on, I'm going to make you a cat cookie."
His tongue poked out in concentration again as he got to work frosting another cat head to match his own. He frosted half of it white, the other half red, with the same pink cheeks that Todoroki included. "What do you think?" he held it up after a solid five minutes of frosting in silence.
"Adorable," Todoroki whispered, his cheeks pink once more. He wondered if that was his constant state of being now, and any time he wasn't blushing was unusual.
Midoriya laughed, a little embarrassed, maybe, and he slid the cookie over to Todoroki. "I know you're not a fan of sweets, but will you take this one?"
"Aww," Jirou teased from the other side of the kitchen.
"Stop it," Yaoyorozu chuckled, playfully swatting Jirou's arm.
Once Yaoyorozu and Jirou pulled the last batch of cookies out of the oven, they aided Todoroki and Midoriya in cookie-frosting. The process turned into a competition of who could make cookies that best resembled their classmates; eventually Todoroki was deemed the winner by ripping up paper towel and wrapping it around a gingerbread cookie and saying it was Mr. Aizawa. The process went quickly, and soon Midoriya and Todoroki were making cold soba while Yaoyorozu and Jirou took some of the cookies over to the rest of the girls.
They took their cold soba and a few cookies each back up to Todoroki's room after bidding farewell to the girls, blushing still as they nudged their shoulders together on the way up.