On the way back to Todoroki's room, Midoriya insisted they stop and grab blankets and pillows from his own room. So Todoroki was left to balance two bowls of cold soba and the small stack of cookies, while Midoriya carried two hefty blankets and a few pillows through the dormitory. If they looked strange, nobody bothered to tell them so.

The moment they stepped back into Todoroki's dorm room, Midoriya threw the blankets and pillows to the ground with a huff. He then carefully took one of the bowls of soba from Todoroki. "Thanks for carrying that for me!" he said with that bright smile that lately made it hard for Todoroki to think straight.

"O-of course," he replied softly, sitting across from Midoriya on the bed to eat.

While they ate, Midoriya used his free hand to rifle through some of the movies Todoroki had selected. "Are any of these up to your Rotten Tomato score standards?" he asked in a joking tone.

"Does it matter?" Todoroki replied dully.

"Well, it would be nice if you enjoyed the movies we watched during our sleepover."

"But all I really care about is you."

That statement did something weird to Midoriya. Todoroki noted how the blush on his cheeks spread all the way to his ears, and he thought to himself that if Midoriya had a Quirk similar to Todoroki's, his ears would probably be steaming by now. He wondered if Midoriya got that tight-chest feeling too, and if he was feeling it right now – though he didn't quite know why his statement would do such a thing to his friend. He'd simply been telling the truth.

"That's so sweet!" Midoriya said finally, a wide smile crossing his face that reached up to his eyes. Todoroki blushed then and looked away, picking at his bedding as a method of distraction.

"It's the truth," he replied bluntly.

"It's still sweet," Midoriya huffed.

The rest of their meal they tried to settle on a movie that they both could enjoy. Finally, after finding to his dismay that not even one of the films warranted a score above an eighty percent on Rotten Tomatoes, Todoroki let Midoriya pick. His judging of whether or not to watch something was alarming; Midoriya simply chose the movie with the most interesting title and cover art. "Is that really a good way to choose a film?" Todoroki asked.

"Well, first impressions are everything," Midoriya shrugged. "If it wows me in the cover art, it's usually at least a little satisfying to watch."

The atmosphere between them settled into the same cozy warmth that Todoroki always felt around Midoriya. Even when they went jogging in the rain earlier that week, that tight feeling in his chest was overridden by a warmth he didn't know he'd ever felt before. He thought, maybe, that's what happiness felt like; but no, that time Iida invited Todoroki to study with him he'd been happy, and it hadn't felt like this. Or all the study sessions he'd had with Yaoyorozu where the end result was most often her gloating about how she and Jirou made a wonderful couple.

A pang of realization struck. He nearly darted out of the room, back down to the commons to see if he could get an answer from Yaoyorozu. He suddenly needed to know, was that that feeling that had been following him around every time Midoriya was nearby? Was it the happiness of finding someone more than just a friend?

He must have been steaming, judging by the way Midoriya gently touched his right hand, that way he usually did when Todoroki got overwhelmed. "You okay?" he asked in a voice as compassionate as his hand on Todoroki's.

"Hm?" Todoroki's brain was in the process of freezing over and burning itself all at once. Midoriya prodded at his cheek.

"Hey, earth to Shouto," he murmured.

Well, that certainly didn't help.

Todoroki's left side combusted and Midoriya jumped back, just enough to not be burnt by the heat, then moved closer cautiously. "Todo, are you okay? What's going on?"

Todoroki blinked, looking down at his side engulfed in fire. When had that happened? "I'm…fine," he replied, quelling the flames just as easily as they'd sprouted from him.

"What happened?" Midoriya asked. Todoroki had done this before, but only when he was panicking about something. Midoriya vaguely recalled the first time he'd been witness to it while they were studying for a tough exam and Todoroki slammed his head onto the table the moment his left side combusted.

"Just…thinking," Todoroki replied with a vague look on his face.

"Did I forget about a test, or something?" Midoriya asked, his voice lilting with that sing-song tone that Todoroki recognized as his joking voice.

"No, no," Todoroki assured anyway. "Just…" How did he talk himself about of this one? He was certain that if he was crushing on Midoriya, that was information that most certainly couldn't get to said boy.

The dread of having to keep a secret from Midoriya almost set his left side alight again, and had it not been for Midoriya's hand in his own, he felt quite certain it would have actually happened. Midoriya's free hand moved to poke at Todoroki's cheek. "What about?"

"My old man," Todoroki stated. The lie felt sticky on his tongue, and he almost immediately regretted it, seeing the way Midoriya's face contorted.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, genuinely concerned, and Todoroki felt even more guilt bubbling up in him for the lie.

"No, that's alright," he shook his head. "Let's just…watch a movie?"

"If that'll take your mind off it!" Midoriya's chipper voice came through again, though Todoroki could tell he still had some underlying nervousness. Still, Midoriya bounded over to the stack of movies and picked out a few with the best-looking cover art and best movie titles.

They settled on a documentary about Best Jeanist, in the end. However, watching on Todoroki's small laptop screen proved to be a bit difficult; if Midoriya pressed himself any closer to Todoroki, he'd certainly be in Todoroki's lap.

"Hold on," Midoriya squirmed a little as the opening credits played. He carefully took the laptop from Todoroki's lap and set it aside.

"What are you doing," Todoroki grumbled.

"I'm getting comfortable," Midoriya replied. He sat himself on his heels in front of Todoroki, nudging his knees apart.

Todoroki felt quite certain he would explode.

Once his legs were spread sufficiently enough for Midoriya to fit himself between them, he moved so his back pressed against Todoroki's chest. "Is this okay?" he asked calmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Todoroki struggled with where to place his hands. "I—um—sure?" his cheeks flared in embarrassment and that warm feeling started to get uncomfortably hot. He hoped Midoriya couldn't feel it through his shirt, or something.

As if the whole situation were perfectly normal between them, Midoriya pulled the laptop into his own lap and relaxed against Todoroki's chest. "Can you see, Todo?"

Todoroki tentatively rested his chin on Midoriya's shoulder. "Mm, I can like this," he murmured.

Midoriya hadn't accounted for having Todoroki's voice in his ear, and it sent involuntary shivers down his spine.

"Are you cold?" Todoroki asked in that same low, deep voice.

"N-nope!" Midoriya squeaked out. This was a bad idea, probably, he thought to himself.

Midoriya knew his feelings for Todoroki. Well, Ochaco knew how to put it into words. He knew how he felt when he was around Todoroki, and after a long, embarrassing discussion with Ochaco and Iida, discovered that he might just be romantically interested in his best friend.

It happened shortly after their escapade saving a drowning child. Midoriya was a touchy-feely type person, and he half-expected when he wrapped himself around Todoroki's arm to be pushed away. Instead, though, Todoroki kept him warm; he hated comparing his best friend to Kacchan, but had it been Kacchan, he'd probably have had his arm blown off. And that was if Midoriya was brave enough to be so bold and handsy with the blond. That, coupled with Todoroki bringing him clothing after his bath, made Midoriya feel so warm and melt-into-a-puddle-y that he went to Recovery Girl, convinced that maybe he'd melted his brain in the bath.

She had sent him away after a quick examination for common head injuries, saying that no, he must just be hormonal. Midoriya hadn't really understood what that meant, so he went to Ochaco and Iida – because well, what if being hormonal made Todoroki think he was gross? He'd never been afraid of judgement from Todoroki before, but for some reason then it felt like a huge possibility.

Midoriya had just finished telling his friends how kind Todoroki had been earlier that day, trying to make sense of it all, reliving every single detail. "What does it mean to be hormonal?!" he cried as a closing statement, slumping backwards onto Iida's bed.

"Have you ever considered Todoroki romantically?" Ochaco asked carefully, after a few moments of stunned silence.

"Huh?" Midoriya mumbled feebly.

"Have you ever pictured yourself in a relationship with Todoroki?" Iida clarified.

"W-well, no," Midoriya had said.

"Maybe that's what it is," Ochaco supplied softly.

Now, Midoriya had never been one to concern himself with such problems as a label for his sexuality, but he'd never pictured it would become an issue for him so soon as high school. So he pushed himself up from Iida's bed, thanked the two, and excused himself for bed and promptly forgot all about the conversation.

Now it all resurfaced, though, as Midoriya found himself subconsciously wishing Todoroki would wrap his arms around his waist, and god why was his heart beating so loud…or was it his? Maybe it was Todoroki's?

He had a hard time focusing on the movie with Todoroki's breath tickling his neck. Had he not been so worried about his sexuality and what it could mean for his relationship with his best friend, he might have been lulled to sleep in Todoroki's arms. Somehow, knowing Todoroki was right behind him made him feel much safer than he felt in his own dorm room, or even his own bedroom; like if, by some odd chance, a supervillain crashed through the balcony door at that moment, they could defeat him and be back to cuddling and watching a movie in less than five minutes.

Could this be considered cuddling?

Midoriya placed himself in the perspective of someone walking into the room at that moment. They were against the headboard of Todoroki's bed, facing the door; they'd clearly see that Midoriya sat snugly in Todoroki's lap. Well, practically. Todoroki's knees were raised on either side of Midoriya, almost like a protective wall. He was struck with an even more surprising thought shortly thereafter – he didn't care. Whatever someone might think of them, he couldn't care less, because he had Todoroki.

Somehow, the thought helped him relax and he actually did drift to sleep around halfway through the movie. Whatever; it was boring anyways. The last coherent thought he remembered having before he fell asleep was maybe Todoroki had a point about Rotten Tomato ratings.

When Midoriya woke up, it was to the sound of the title screen music on the movie they'd been watching. Todoroki had slumped lower behind him, and Midoriya could hear his breath slow and calm, as if he'd fallen asleep as well. He tried to sit up, only then realizing the weight around his waist was Todoroki's arms, and his cheeks flushed. He'd nearly thought this was a dream.

Todoroki stirred behind him, then woke with a start. He drew in a sharp breath. "Mi…do?" he murmured, his arms tightening around Midoriya's waist minutely before loosening and dropping to the side.

"Mm," Midoriya murmured in response, sitting up and stretching. He rubbed his neck; even from the hour or so he was asleep, his neck hurt. "Sorry."

"For?" Todoroki replied, stifling a yawn.

"Falling asleep on you."

"I fell asleep on you, too," he shrugged.

Midoriya carefully placed the laptop aside then pushed himself to his feet, stretching his arms. A sliver of his stomach peeked out from beneath his tee shirt, and Todoroki had to remind himself to look away. He forced himself to his feet no matter how much his body ached to wrap himself around Midoriya again and just go back to sleep. "Well, movies were a bust," Midoriya said with a soft laugh.

"What else did the girls say they do?" Todoroki asked, combing his fingers through his hair, lazily untangling a knot.

"Gossip," Midoriya replied, "but that's kind of a girl thing, I think."

"Do you want to go do some training?"

The proposition made Midoriya's ears perk up. With the heavy rain, they'd done less training than usual that week, both inside and outside of class. Midoriya ached to spar, especially with Todoroki, and he began to shift from foot to foot with excitement.

"Could we get permission this late?" Midoriya asked, preparing to go into a mumble-fit. "Which gym would be open? Do we need a gym? We could visit one of the training grounds. But I heard the city training ground flooded with the rain—"

"Mido," Todoroki pulled him out of his thoughts. "We can always go ask."

"Right!" Midoriya said a little too loudly, excitement filling his legs as he began to bounce from foot to foot, the way he had a habit of doing around Todoroki now. "Should I change?"

"No," Todoroki replied. "No need. It might be fun in our pajamas."

"Absolutely not," Aizawa deadpanned.

Midoriya and Todoroki stood in front of Aizawa's door, still clad in just their pajamas, nearly brushing shoulders. They'd had the brilliant thought to bang on their homeroom teacher's door at nearly ten o'clock at night to beg for permission to use one of the training grounds.

"Please, sir!" Midoriya bowed his head. "We haven't gotten a chance to train at all this week because of the rain."

"I seem to recall you two going out for a morning run in the rain with no problem," he replied dully. "The rain didn't stop you from doing that, did it?"

Todoroki flushed and bowed his head as well. "Please, sir," he echoed Midoriya.

"The training grounds have already been closed for the weekend. I can't help you," Aizawa replied, and he might have even felt sorry for the two of them. After all, he admired their drive; but the two who stood in front of him were relatively known for causing trouble. "Spar on Monday."

"Can we reserve a gymnasium for tomorrow?" Midoriya asked hopefully.

Aizawa grumbled and grabbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "You won't leave until I give you an answer you like, will you."

"With all due respect, sir, no," Todoroki replied simply.

"Sure. I'll reserve Gym Four for the class tomorrow from nine to noon. Happy?"

Todoroki and Midoriya exchanged a look. "The whole class?" Midoriya asked finally.

"Like you said, we haven't been able to train due to the rain," Aizawa crossed his arms. "It'll be good for the class. Is that a problem?"

"No, sir," Todoroki bowed his head again. "Thank you, sensei."

They left the hallway with Aizawa's apartment-like dorm space, heading back down to the commons area with a dejected silence hanging between them. "Do you think he would have let us if we weren't in our pajamas?" Midoriya asked finally, breaking the silence. Todoroki snickered behind his hand.

"I don't know," he replied with a shrug. "Maybe. Your All Might slippers look ridiculous."

Midoriya laughed, looking down at the slippers he wore. All Might's tufts of hair resembled bunny ears on the slippers. "I guess so."

"Maybe if Mr. Aizawa had Eraser Head-themed slippers—"

Midoriya snorted at the idea, leaning against Todoroki as he laughed. "I could just wrap some paper towels around my slippers like you did with that cookie earlier."

Todoroki laughed, then, too; not his usual snicker, or the occasional snort, but a bright and cheerful laugh that warmed Midoriya to his core. "S-sorry," Todoroki stuttered out immediately after, as if it was some sort of sin for Midoriya to hear him make such a genuinely happy noise.

In response, Midoriya poked his side. "Please don't apologize!" he said quickly. "I've never been able to make you laugh like that!"

Todoroki blushed and turned his head away. "Nobody has," he replied in a quiet voice. Had Midoriya not been pressed up against his side, he likely wouldn't have heard it.

"I must be the luckiest person on the planet then," Midoriya responded cheekily, and Todoroki had to tense every muscle in his body to keep from steaming. He contorted his face in a way that looked like he might be constipated, which Midoriya mentioned offhandedly – and then Todoroki couldn't prevent himself from steaming any longer, and Midoriya hid a laugh behind his hand. "Sorry, sorry," he waved his hand apologetically, "it's just really…" Cute, he thought. It's really cute.

"What? Funny?" Todoroki replied shortly, getting the steam to stop after a moment.

"Um, not exactly," Midoriya squeaked, pulling away finally. "Just…entertaining, maybe?"

"Oh," Todoroki shrugged. "It's irritating, for me."

"Sorry, I won't laugh anymore."

"Thanks."

A silence settled between them as they went back to Todoroki's room. Midoriya suggested another movie on the way up, but Todoroki suggested instead that they play some game Midoriya had never heard of. "It's a racing game, but with obstacles," Todoroki tried to explain it as generically as possible.

"What's it called again?"

"Mario Kart. Honestly, Mido, I don't know how you haven't heard of it." Todoroki tapped his chin in thought. "Well, actually, I only heard of it from Yaoyorozu at the beginning of the year…"

"I only ever had a GameBoy in grade school, but Kacchan took it and burned it up," Midoriya replied with a shrug. "I didn't really like it, anyway."

"He…burned it?" Todoroki could feel ice threatening to shoot out of his palm at the mention of Bakugou doing such a thing, even if it happened in grade school.

"Yeah, he took it out of my hands at lunch one day and melted it," Midoriya shrugged.

"And you were okay with it?" Todoroki tried to sound calm, tried to keep his temper – but he could feel his fingers tingling with a strange feeling of…anger? No, it felt deeper than that. It felt closer to a feeling of – maybe jealousy? That didn't feel quite right either. He felt a primal urge to protect Midoriya at all costs, and the realization shocked him; he knew better than anyone that Midoriya didn't require protecting from anyone else.

"Jeez, what should I have done?" Midoriya replied, an unusual annoyance seeping into his tone. "I couldn't fight back."

"I know," Todoroki said quickly. "I know. It's just not fair…"

"I guess," he sighed, the annoyance in his voice dissipating as quickly as it appeared. "Nothing I can do about it now, though."

They walked back into Todoroki's room, just a bit too far apart to nudge their shoulders together like they usually did. As they stepped inside, Mr. Aizawa's voice droned over the intercom: "Please be awake by eight tomorrow. Gym Four has been reserved for Class 1-A from nine to noon. Anyone who sleeps in will be running laps."

Todoroki tensed; he wasn't much of a morning person. Midoriya, on the other hand, bounced from foot to foot. "I wonder if we'll do something fun like Capture the Flag again," he said excitedly.

"Don't know," Todoroki shrugged.

"That was fun!" Midoriya flopped himself down onto Todoroki's bed with a huff.

"Maybe for you," Todoroki sat down beside him.

"You didn't have fun?" Midoriya asked, pressing a finger into Todoroki's cheek.

"I don't like fighting on the opposite side as you," he replied quietly.

Midoriya smiled softly and tilted his head to the side. "Me neither, but I like sparring with you and we at least got to do that."

Todoroki thought back to the way Midoriya had pinned him to the ground, successfully restraining him, and he remembered a strange expression crossing Midoriya's face. A hopeful part of him wondered if Midoriya struggled with the same feelings he did, but then – Midoriya wasn't one for keeping secrets. If that was how he felt, he would have mentioned it. Todoroki felt sure of that.

Then again, Todoroki had a hard time lying to Midoriya, but he still kept to himself regarding…whatever this was. He still didn't know, even after at least a month (and that was only when he realized it; when looking back, he found that he'd been having these feelings for much, much longer).

"So, this Mario Kart game," Midoriya murmured, staring up at the ceiling. "How do you play?"

Midoriya was a filthy liar, Todoroki determined.

The second they started playing Mario Kart on Todoroki's Switch, Midoriya undoubtedly took the lead with an immense talent that he had so carefully not led Todoroki on to. He got first in almost every single match, giving Todoroki a bullshit innocent smile every time he won, insisting it was beginner's luck. They continued to play even as they got drowsy, and when Todoroki awoke in the morning, it was with his controller hanging from his wrist loosely (they'd felt the need to wear the wrist straps after Todoroki tried to take a turn too hard and ended up flinging his controller across the room). Midoriya laid next to him, pressing against his left side.

The covers of the bed laid untouched; Todoroki was warm enough for the two of them, considering the warmer weather. Todoroki glanced at his phone; 7:09. They still had an hour before they needed to get up and get ready. Enough time to have breakfast together, alone, Todoroki thought hopefully; Midoriya's snoring, however, indicated the smaller boy had different plans for the morning.

It was actually quite strange for Todoroki to wake up without an alarm. Then again, stranger things had happened when he spent time with Midoriya. Despite every part of him screaming to stay in bed and curl himself around Midoriya, he felt a strong sense of nervousness at getting caught in the action, so he pushed himself out of bed.

Midoriya woke up a few minutes later. Todoroki was changing with his back to him when he heard Midoriya's scratchy morning voice – a voice he'd only had the pleasure of hearing once or twice before, when Midoriya fell asleep while studying. "Todo," he murmured. "'S cold…"

He glanced over his bare shoulder in time to see Midoriya's cheeks flush; he stood in just his boxers and had a pair of pants in his hand ready to change into. In retrospect, he probably should have gone into the bathroom to change, but then he wouldn't have seen that adorable blush on his face. "Get under the blankets, then," Todoroki replied, his own voice rough from sleep. He tried to keep himself from steaming at the way Midoriya kept looking at him – like he was trying to memorize every part of him. Todoroki knew he had a nice body compared to some of the others in the class, but it puzzled him that Midoriya, who easily had the strongest build of anyone, except maybe Kirishima, stared at him like this.

Midoriya finally rolled over to face the other way. "Hey, I don't have any clothes to wear," his voice sounded almost…nervous.

"Go to your room and get some, then," Todoroki replied simply.

"N-no, I mean…I haven't done my laundry," Midoriya's voice got quieter.

"Oh," Todoroki realized, then, why he'd be nervous. He felt steam threatening to escape him again and had to tense his muscles – a pleasant sight for Midoriya if he'd been looking. "Borrow something of mine, then."

"I-I couldn't—"

"Mido," Todoroki said sternly. "Who cares? It's not like you have to wear your school uniform to weekend training."

"R-right," Midoriya coughed out. He finally got up off the bed as Todoroki resumed putting his clothes on. "U-um…"

Once Todoroki put his clothes on for the day, he dug through his drawers and found what he thought might fit Midoriya. A pair of plain black joggers from when he'd been in middle school; an old graphic tee shirt that looked like it had never been worn by Todoroki (because it hadn't); a pair of boxers that looked like they had been white but had turned pink in the wash with a red sock. Midoriya's cheeks turned as pink as the boxers. "I-I can just wear the underwear I have on now—"

"That's gross," Todoroki deadpanned, tossing the pile of clothes onto the bed. "I'm going to go downstairs. Meet me down there when you're ready."

Without looking back at Midoriya, for fear he might actually explode, Todoroki left the room and headed to the commons. He had been right; nobody else was down there yet, except for Bakugou, who muttered angrily at the coffee pot to brew faster.

When Todoroki stepped into the kitchen, Bakugou turned to glare, but it wasn't nearly as angry as usual. "Tired?" Todoroki asked, leaning against the counter.

"Couldn't fuckin' sleep," Bakugou grumbled in response.

Todoroki nodded in understanding. Even with the way Bakugou treated Midoriya, sometimes Todoroki could understand his anger; maybe not the motives behind it, since Midoriya was a literal godsend, but he understood nonetheless.

They stood in silence for a few moments until the elevator dinged and Midoriya stepped out, chatting with a sleepy Iida, who looked like he could barely keep up his half of the conversation. Midoriya saw Todoroki standing with Bakugou in the kitchen and stopped mid-sentence, something about who would win in a battle – Professor Mic or Eraser Head. "Hey, Kacchan," Midoriya said hesitantly.

"'Morning," he replied in a grumble, then turned back toward the coffee pot to threaten it half-heartedly.

Iida flopped himself onto a couch in the commons, letting his eyes close as he yawned. Midoriya met Todoroki in the kitchen, and when Todoroki got to fully look at Midoriya wearing his clothes – again – a bout of steam left his mouth. The shirt fit him well, but the joggers hung low enough on his hips that he could see a sliver of those pink boxers poking out beneath. He forced himself to look away before his eyes travelled lower, a blush prominent on his cheeks. Had Bakugou been facing them, he likely would have called him out on it; but luckily, Bakugou was too busy threatening the coffee pot with sparks from his fingertips.

"Tired?" Midoriya asked Bakugou, and the latter scoffed.

"You two are like the same goddamn person," he griped.

Midoriya looked to Todoroki for an explanation, who could only offer a shrug that said I don't know what he means, either in response. "What do you want for breakfast, Todo?" Midoriya asked, quietly like he meant to hide it from Bakugou, despite the other standing in the kitchen with them.

"Listen, if you're gonna act all sunshine and fuckin' rainbows, can it wait until my coffee is done?" Bakugou said with a lack of malice that only occurred when Bakugou was tired like this.

"I just asked him a question," Midoriya replied quietly. "Sorry."

Bakugou scoffed, his coffee finally finishing brewing. He poured himself a mug and left the kitchen, heading straight back for the elevator, saying something that sounded along the lines of "gross" and "get a room".

Once he'd left, Iida had taken a sufficient power nap on the couch and met the two in the kitchen. "Do either of you need any help?"

"I think we're good," Todoroki replied a little more shortly than intended; he thoroughly enjoyed cooking with Midoriya, and he didn't want anything to come between that.

"What are you hungry for, Iida? We can make it for you!" Midoriya nudged his shoulder into Todoroki's as he said so.

Iida smiled a sort of knowing smile, and to Todoroki's surprise, Midoriya drew back from him and suddenly flustered at some unknown conversation between them. "I-I mean, we just, work well together…" he nervously pressed his index fingers together. Honestly, Todoroki thought it was adorable.

"Can you do omelets?" Iida asked, seemingly ignoring Midoriya's fluster despite being the one who caused it – Todoroki thought, at least.

"What kind?" Todoroki replied before Midoriya could say no, they'd never made omelets together before. Todoroki was confident in their ability to figure things out.

"Just eggs and spinach, if you don't mind," Iida replied with a smile. "I'll take over dishes for you later, Todoroki, if you make one for Ochaco, too."

Spending more time in the kitchen with Midoriya, plus getting more practice making omelets? "Deal," he replied. He didn't expect Iida to need to seal the deal with a handshake; but then, he did, because it was Iida they were talking about.

"Todo," Midoriya piped up, cheeks still a little pink, "we've never made omelets before."

"I have before," Todoroki replied. It was true; he'd made omelets before, but usually they ended up as scrambled eggs because they always stuck to the pan. Todoroki had no doubt, though, that they could figure it out. After all, they'd managed to make plenty of different kinds of foods – they even tried making western hamburgers, which neither of them were relatively fond of but it wasn't because it wasn't cooked properly.

"Oh!" Midoriya chirped in response. "Then this should be a piece of cake, huh?"

Well, it wasn't.

After making two plates of scrambled eggs, Midoriya finally took over cooking-duty, leaving Todoroki to crack eggs and mix together ingredients. Midoriya was much more gentle than Todoroki, and after watching a tutorial on how to roll the omelet properly, he made a successful – albeit a little messy – omelet. By the time their first omelet came together, Ochaco as well as most of the class had made their way into the commons area to eat. Midoriya and Todoroki were forced to work around Sato, who was preparing sweet pancakes across the kitchen.

Someone – Midoriya couldn't remember who (maybe Kaminari? Or Aoyama?) – had taken the two plates of scrambled eggs with Todoroki's permission. "Do you want to cook two more omelets?" Todoroki asked over the sound of Sato running a hand mixer.

"For who?"

"Well, for us."

"Oh, right!" Midoriya laughed. "I forgot we didn't make anything for ourselves yet."

"I'll mix them," Todoroki said, stepping closer to Midoriya. "What do you like in your omelets?"

"U-um," Midoriya could feel Todoroki's breath on his neck, and he flushed. "I-I'm fine with spinach! And maybe if there's some tomato and onion, too…"

"Got it." Todoroki left as suddenly as he'd arrived, swiftly moving around Sato to fish through the pantry for vegetables. A few students wove in and out of the kitchen, grabbing quick yogurts or bowls of cereal for breakfast, but most of the class eagerly awaited Sato's pancakes. By then, Bakugou had come back downstairs, too, but he filled his coffee and sat himself near the corner of the living area with Kirishima.

About fifteen minutes later, Midoriya and Todoroki were sitting with Ochaco and Iida at the table – both had waited for the two to finish cooking their own meals, despite their protests that their food would get cold waiting. "New shirt, Deku?" Ochaco asked casually, though the glint in her eyes told Midoriya she knew better than that.

Todoroki could already feel steam eager to seep out of his skin, what with the way Midoriya flushed to his ears in that super-cute way. "U-um, no, Todo let me borrow his shirt," Midoriya squeaked. Ochaco responded with a smile.

"Oh, that was nice of you, Todoroki!" she said in a mock-innocent tone. Todoroki began to suspect she knew something, but he couldn't quite tell what.

"Well, Mido's laundry needs to get done," Todoroki replied with a dismissive wave.

"That's funny, Midoriya and I did our laundry together earlier this week. Remember?" Iida added, genuinely confused.

"I—" Midoriya flushed even deeper. "They aren't dry—usually I hang clothes to dry on my balcony but it's been raining so," he panted a little finishing his statement, having not breathed through the entire thing.

Ochaco nudged Iida under the table.

"Oh, right!" Iida said a little too loudly.

Todoroki looked between the three of them, genuinely confused. Did that mean Midoriya had clean clothes, and that he'd just wanted to wear his own…? No, that couldn't be it. He refused to believe it. If he believed it, even for a second, his brain might implode.

The group quickly changed subjects, and they chatted long after they finished their breakfasts. Most of the class cycled through the commons after finishing breakfast to take baths and change into training gear, but the group at the table had already gotten ready for the day. Around eight-thirty, Aizawa came into the commons carrying a hat.

Iida stood and gathered the class's attention, as Aizawa clearly looked like he was as much against an early weekend practice as about half the class was. "You will be drawing names today," he explained in a droning voice. "These will be your partners for today's training session."

Instinctively, Midoriya reached for Todoroki's hand under the table. Todoroki met his fingers halfway, like he wanted the same thing, and their hands interlocked. Ochaco leaned against Iida and made a noise of excitement. Midoriya let go of Todoroki's hand as the two wandered closer to the living space. Aizawa continued his droning of the rules as they went, Iida and Ochaco not too far behind.

"Your team will be hunting down another team," Aizawa explained. "That team will be determined by me once you have your partner. Your goal is to capture and restrain your opponents before the team tracking you manages to capture and restrain you. Does that make sense to everyone?"

There were mumbles of agreement, or maybe of protest, but no clear questions.

"Alright." Aizawa waved the hat around. "Then let's draw names."