Yellow and purple are complementary colors. A fact and also the excuse Kaminari is using when people ask about the increase in his purple clothes and the growing list of indigo objects in his room.

So far he has fooled absolutely no one. Including Shinsou, who politely avoided addressing it while the group waited for class to start. He already knew the answer anyway. The purple barrette in Denki's hair was pretty damning evidence.

"I can't just like a color? Mina's room is the pinkest thing I've ever seen and no one gives her shit!"

Ashido scoffs at the very idea, "I didn't suddenly start to like it after dating someone with pink hair. Keep it up and I won't make your Mama-gou insult shirt- and I'm making them styled as sports jerseys so they look even cooler. You can pick your team number but I'm calling '69'. Assuming you deserve the shirt..."

Denki made a low sad sound in response and Ashido caved just as fast as she usually did. "Fine. Which do you want: Dunce Face, Sparky, or Discount Pikachu?"

Bakugou let out a snort, which the squad quickly translated as the sound he makes when appreciating something.

"Dude, how can I only pick one?" Kaminari looked to Sero, Shinsou, and Kirishima for guidance.

If only my nickname was as easy to pick as 'Shitty Hair,' that shirt is gonna be killer. Should I be flattered that I have more options than the others? Probably not.

Naturally, Mina's was "Raccoon Eyes," and Hanta's was "Soy Sauce Face."

The five had already decided, on Shinsou's behalf, that his would read "Baggy Eyes" on the front and have "Shinson" on the back. Ashido also wanted to do it in the Disney font. They'd work out the copyright stuff later.

"Personally," the purple haired boy spoke up, "I'd go with Discount Pikachu. Bakugou uses it the most and It'll have the bonus of pissing off your little sister, Pika."

"Oh my gosh, you are so right!" Kaminari raised up on his toes, grabbed Shinsou's face, and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek- one that made Bakugou blanch and Ashido giggle. Shinsou blushed but kept his neutral and tired expression.

Man, he's gotta be so good at poker.

"Fucking cut it out. Save that shit for your own room."

Kaminari had the nerve to look embarrassed even though they all knew he wasn't really.

It's not like he isn't eating Kirishima's face whenever they think they're alone. Denki made sure not to voice that because he wanted to live past 16.

"Hey, we're just trying to teach him how to socialize!" Kirishima and his kindness to the rescue. The only one who can safely talk back to their explosive squad leader. "That's what friends do." Kaminari nodded. He couldn't be more proud over how Hitoshi was opening up to the squad. It always gave him a dopey smile to think about it.

Bakugou turned to smirk at Shinsou, "Yeah, nice job with your 'intention' on not 'making friends', assrag."

Hitoshi arched a purple brow, "Did you just admit that we're friends?"

My boyfriend is the bravest about-to-be-a-corpse in the world.

Then Aizawa swept into the classroom like an angel. An angel who was tired, mostly covered in a yellow sleeping bag, and vastly irritated, but an angel nonetheless. Even Bakugou knew better than to threaten the one and only Shinson.

"Everyone in your seats. That means you too, Hagakure. Don't think I can't see you," he paused, "you know what I mean."

The kids shuffled around to their assigned desks and took out pens and notebooks. Today's schedule started with math, and Ectoplasm was due any minute. How were any of them supposed to pay attention to what he was saying when he had those terrifying teeth?

Though the worst part of having a math teacher who could clone himself is that you can't cheat on a test when there are five versions of him in the room. Kaminari knows because he's tried last week. It's fine that he was forced to leave for the rest of that class period- he wouldn't have passed anyway.

Later, after English, Kaminari was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around expecting it to be someone in the squad but was met with orange glasses instead.

Oh fuck.

"Hey! Um..I'm pretty sure I'm never going to talk to my family again so please don't murder any of us for making Shinsou uncomfortable. English was great today. Has anyone told you that you're a good teacher? I mean, outside of me just now. 'Cause you are! "

Mic's face looked like he couldn't decide between amusement and the preparations for a scolding. Thankfully, he chose the former. Hizashi threw his head back, blonde hair bobbing behind him, and laughed heartily.

"Now I know why Shouta scares you so often, your response is delightful!"

Well, at least now he had proof that Dadzawa really was after him.

Mic continued, "and if you think I'm such a good teacher you won't mind spending your free period with me, yes? How kind of you to volunteer your time!"

Shit, he's good at that.

"Yeah, sure. Do you need me to help you collect papers or something?"

"Actually, you'll be practicing your wattage output." Mic smiled and walked past Kaminari towards the door while waving at him from over his shoulder and not looking back, "I'll see you at the entrance to Ground Beta at 4!"

Denki stood looking flabbergasted as Shinsou made his way towards him.

"Did he just Aizawa you?"

Kirishima ran up next, looking oddly happy at the blonde's distress, "That's so cool, man! You get private lessons? You never told us!"

The rest of the squad made their way over shortly.

Bakugou was not pleased. "That's not cool, it's bullshit. What's so special about you?"

Shinsou shot him a glare and a downturned mouth, but it was ignored.

"Hell if I know! Maybe it has something to do with Shinsou? I don't know why he'd pick me otherwise."

Hitoshi started to reply, "I don't think Mic would do tha-" before he was cut off.

"How come my boyfriend doesn't get me extracurricular training?" Kirishima whined, before Bakugou blushed and barked, "We're not boyfriends!"

The squad, sans Bakugou, replied in full unison: "You're boyfriends."

Even though he grumbled, "Fuck all of you shitstains!" Bakugou didn't put any malice in it. If anything he was just adorably out of his comfort zone. Even if he did have the romantic understanding of a coconut, he knew they loved him anyway. Especially Kirishima.

"Group hug!"

Denki had never seen Hizashi wear sweatpants before, much less pants this frightfully orange, and they even looked like he'd been using them for years. His plain white t-shirt made the color stick out even more. Workout gear? He had expected Mic to be a yoga pants kind of guy.

His own outfit was just a plain t-shirt and shorts. Kaminari wasn't really sure what the plan was and he figured that's a safe choice for most active things. Clearly, he hadn't overdressed for the occasion.

"Ah, you've arrived! How is my battery-in-law doing today?" Mic was full of energy and much louder than he needed to be at 4 pm. Or at any time. Kaminari felt like he was getting a glimpse of how Dadzawa must feel having to live with this guy at all hours of the day.

"Uh, fine? Mostly confused, Papa Mic." Denki felt embarrassed to admit it but he felt undeserving of this special attention.

Hizashi walked up to meet the other blonde and slightly bent forward to peer at him over orange glasses. "Whatever about?"

"Are you only doing this because of Shinsou? There are so many people more qualified than I am. Who deserves it more. I'm stupid, you know? Wouldn't this be a waste of your time?"

Mic bent forward, put both hands on Denki's shoulders, and smiled in a somber manner.

"Do you truly think I'd decide to take you under my wing if I didn't think you had the potential to be a far stronger hero than you are? It's clear to me that you don't know your own strength if you think I'd only do this because of my son. I've been watching you since the start of term, Kaminari. I didn't choose you on a whim."

Mic stood back up to full height and ruffled Kaminari's already messy hair. "I have made this decision after much thought, and it is merely a bonus that you are so close to my dear Hitoshi." With a wink and a strong grin, Hizashi grabbed Denki by the arm and started to pull him further into Ground Beta. "Just think of how jealous he and Shota will be when we become the stronger mentor and mentee team!"

Kaminari felt his heart beating loud in his chest. Someone believed in him? Someone thought he was worth the time and effort even when he spent most of his time looking stupid?

Denki pulled back on Hizashi's arm, "Mic?"

The taller blonde turned around to find a near to tears Kaminari.

"Thank you. For believing in me. I want to be the best hero I can be, but I always figured I'd be lucky to even make sidekick status. I never thought someone would see something in me, and it means a lot. Like, a super lot. So...thank you."

Mic embraced Denki in a long tight hug and looked pained to see the usually cheerful boy so despondent. Kaminari wouldn't know that at that moment Mic knew he'd made the right decision.

I promise I'll be the best protege ever, Hizashi-sensei.

The two blondes stood in the middle of the cityscape that was Ground Beta. Facing each other at a couple paces distance with determined looks on their faces.

"Why did you choose Ground Beta?"

"No bugs! Plus you'll probably be fighting in the city more than anything else." Kaminari couldn't argue with that logic. He wasn't a big fan of insects either.

"Have you brought your weapons and gear with you?" Mic shouted, even though they were close enough to speak at a normal volume.

"Yep. I got my sharpshooter and everything."

"Good!" Mic took a hard look at the machine attached to the boy's arm and the blue glasses that came with it. "Your sharpshooting gear isn't that different from my directional speaker. Which is exactly why I can tell how clumsy you are at using it."

Ouch.

I mean, he's totally right, but ouch.

Denki winced, "Yeah...I know. I kinda suck at it."

"So let's get you not-sucking at it!" Mic seemed unaware of how awful that sounded, and remained hyped to battle."You could also stand to wear orange tinted glasses instead of blue, but we'll work on that later. Now, use your shooter to send a bolt directly at my chest."

Denki's eyes went wide. "Seriously? At your chest? It's going to hurt if it hits you!"

"If it hits me, yes." Mic's smile morphed quickly into a confident smirk.

"Ok, then watch out!" Kaminari stepped sharply to the side for a better angle and shot out a bolt aimed carefully at the other man's chest. It arced with amazing speed and was just in front of Hizashi before he casually stepped out of the way. So casually that you could almost consider it bored.

Mic gave a dramatic yawn, "and then I kill you while you try and load up another one. See what I mean?"

"Yeah, that's not a great technique. I usually try and stick it on something near the person so they still get hit, but it's pretty easy to dodge if they're out in the open...or just paying attention." Kaminari hadn't really thought about just how many holes there were in his defense.

Mic walked closer and Denki noticed he had on a set of insulating gloves to help keep from getting shocked if he should touch the other when Kaminari was still sparking.

"How many of those can you shoot within a second or so?"

"Maybe three, tops?"

Hizashi hummed in thought and tapped his finger against his chin. The man was so theatrical that it made Denki feel like he was with his own family. He guessed he sort of was?

"By the end of today that number will be four. Now, shoot at me again like before but do three of them at whatever places you like. The point is to hit me so the location doesn't matter."

Time to get serious.

Before Mic could return to his starting position Kaminari quickly charged himself up enough to fire a triangular spread of electricity around Mic's body. He figured shooting just outside of where he stood would get him a hit when the man went to move out of the way.

It took a lot of energy to fire the three, but Kaminari found he was focusing more than he was usually able to. Maybe 1-on-1 teaching was the trick after all? His concentration in big classes had never been the best.

The blasts raced towards Mic, who had already seen through Denki's plan and he stayed perfectly still- avoiding each shot that whizzed close enough to him that blonde hair blew in the wind of it.

"Good idea but a waste of energy if they catch it as I did." Mic reached into his pocket and then tossed something quickly towards the boy. Kaminari caught it and saw it was a cell phone battery with a USB wire attached. "Sip on that for a minute and we'll go again."

Kaminari panted out a cheerful thanks and immediately put the plug in his mouth. He didn't realize how much the last shots had taken out of him.

I'm such a weakling...

He took just enough to recharge but still have some more for later. Mic really thought of everything.

"Again, but try for four, and aim however you like. What's the range of your shots?"

"About 30 to 32 feet." He'd have to thank Mei again in the future for his badass accessories.

"Then I'll stand at 26. Each time we reset I'm moving back a foot." Mic turned to walk his distance and Denki fought the urge to fire at him while he was facing away- he was pretty sure Mic would still manage to dodge it anyway.

"Go!" Hizashi shouted once he was ready, and Kaminari set to strategizing.

If I shoot around him he won't move, but if I fire four and direct the second one at his chest fast enough then he has to get out of the way and will end up in the crossfire.

Denki focused the shot into a tight bullet of lightning and rapid fired. The first to Mic's left, the second at his chest, and the last two at his right and below him. He barely had enough energy to send the fourth but he managed to fire a, significantly less powerful, shot after his usual three.

Even at this distance, he could see the big smile on Mic's face as he moved out of the way of the first three and then used the insulated guard on his arm to deflect the last and weakest one.

"Much better! Plus Ultra, my precious protege!" Mic gave the boy a victorious thumbs up which Denki was quick to return. He felt his mouth smiling in the same way Hizashi's was. It felt good to give a thumbs up in happiness rather than to assure people he wasn't fried.

"Again!"

Kaminari pulled the electricity from himself at a stronger pace than before and pointed his fingers towards Mic before firing.

Time to show Hizashi-sensei that I can be a hero too!

Mic had wiped the floor with Denki and he hadn't even touched him. Of course Kaminari hadn't touched him either, but after an hour and a half (as well as two battery packs) later, he had managed to fire four equally strong shots. They were slightly weaker than when he only used three but Mic said his strength could be worked on after his speed increased.

He was glad to be back at Heights Alliance because he definitely needed to take at least three showers.

Kaminari was still sucking on a charger cable like it was a juice box when he poked his head into the common room.

"Hey, Denks. You look like shit," Sero said from where he was sprawled on the couch. Teeth bared in an amused smile. He had a textbook in his lap that Denki was 98% sure was entirely for show, because he was clearly tuning out the study session Bakugou was trying to lead.

Kirishima was fondly eyeing Bakugou more than he was actually paying attention to the material, while Mina made quiet whining noises and tugged on her pink puff of hair. The study session looked as successful as it often did. Which is to say it didn't look successful at all.

Denki's entrance had captured the squad's attention as they turned to look at him with a variety of emotions. He hobbled closer to them.

"Dude, you look like you just got your math test results back," Kirishima certainly had a way with words, "everything ok?"

Bakugou merely leveled a gaze with an arched eyebrow that read, 'What happened, asshole?'

"Actually, training was super good. I can fire four shots now. But I can also die. Like, right here. Forever." Kaminari disregarded the "oof" that Sero made when he threw himself down onto the couch. Hanta could deal with it. Denki needed to rest more than he did.

"Oh yeah, your training with Papa Mic!" Ashido had stopped pulling on her hair and looked ecstatic that something had interrupted the dreaded algebra homework. "Did he teach you how to shout at things? Let's be real, nobody needs to teach you that. You're already loud as hell."

Kaminari flipped her the bird.

"Love you too, Mina."

"Love you more, Denki!"

"Will you fuckers shut it and pay attention, or do you idiots want to do your homework by yourselves?"

"Let me take, like, eight showers and then I'll totally pay attention," Denki mumbled around the charger plug he'd put back in his mouth.

"You are the last person I expect to do that, dunce face. Now get your sweaty ass off the couch and shower before you catch a cold."

Kirishima squeezed Bakugou's arm lovingly, "Isn't he so sweet when he cares?"

Bakugou started to sputter but it was ignored, affectionately, by the rest of them. Having no more of being crushed, Sero shoved Kaminari off of the couch.

"Go clean yourself then. Your purple lover boy isn't even down here so get off of me and my couch."

"It's not your couch, Sero," Mina blew a raspberry in his direction. In response, Sero shot out his tape to wrap around the sofa- trapping himself inside it as well as making it impossible for anyone else to sit down.

Kaminari rolled his eyes and stood up from where he'd crashed. "Ok, dorks. I'm leaving. You'll all be in my will or whatever when Mic finally kills me."

"Draaama queeeeen," Kirishima and Ashido chimed in together.

If he wasn't so exhausted Kaminari would have definitely had a sick comeback for them, but right now his priorities were being covered in water and then falling asleep for two days.

He dragged himself into the elevator and thought about the day he'd had. The one and only Present Mic had decided he was worthy of taking on as an apprentice. Holy shit. The famous vocal pro hero thinks that Kaminari, of all people, is special enough to receive personal training. He managed to expand his abilities in the space of one, admittedly hellish, evening and already had plans to further increase his skills tomorrow.

Maybe I really have a chance at this pro hero thing after all.

The elevator dinged and opened to the third floor. He passed Kouda's room and stopped at his own door. He used his keycard to open it and nearly fell in exhaustion.

Kaminari kicked the door closed with his foot and immediately went to lay down on his bed. He felt an odd pressure under his arm and looked to find someone had placed an envelope on his pillow. It was eggshell in color and thick in texture. Generally unassuming.

Is it from school? Did everyone get one of these?

Then a much nicer idea occurred to Denki.

Could it be a love letter? Maybe Shinsou wrote me something totally cute!

With renewed energy, Kaminari grabbed it and opened the envelope. He lovingly pulled out the paper inside. It was lined notebook paper with small words written in the middle of the page in an elegant hand.

Be Careful Who You Trust.

Denki dropped the note and envelope as though it had burned him and skittered backward. Suddenly he didn't feel so exhausted anymore. He felt scared. Someone had gotten into his room and left this for him on his bed. A threat? A warning?

I need my squad asap.

The same squad that he trusted. Could one of them be the author of the letter? A fucked up joke? Or worse, could one of them be the person he was being warned about?

Kaminari shook his head. No, he believed in his friends.

Denki pulled his cell out of his pocket and messaged his boyfriend first.

You: can u come dwnstairs?

Shin-bae: What's wrong?

You: did u get a weird scary letter?

Shin-bae: What?

You: i found it on my bed

Shin-bae: I'll be right there. Don't open it.

You: 2 late! im gonna txt the others

Shin-bae: See you in a moment.

He knew texting Kirishima was the fastest way to get Bakugou and the others to come. He scrolled down his messages and started to type.

You: come to my room?

You: i got this scary letr

You: bring the squad?

Red and Hard: shit you ok bro?

Red and Hard: we're coming up

Kaminari set his phone down next to him and tried to focus on his breath. Nope, way too freaked. He decided to get up and unlock his door the same second that Shinsou was trying to pull it open. If Denki didn't know his face so well he'd never be able to guess that the taller boy was unsettled. "Are you alright?"

Kaminari leapt forward and threw himself into Shinsou's arms. It was amazing how quickly he started to feel safe and happy again. Hitoshi embraced the blonde and held him close for a few beats before entering the room with Denki attached to him like a limpet.

"I feel way better now. Has anyone ever told you that you smell nice? Like...like warm and happy."

Shinsou pressed a kiss to the top of Kaminari's head. "Not until just now, no. Thanks?" The purple haired boy looked around the room, "where's that letter you mentioned?"

Kaminari detached himself, reluctantly, from the other boy and went to pick up the envelope and note from where he'd dropped it. He held it out to Shinsou with cartoonish caution, and it might have been funny if Denki wasn't so freaked out.

"It was on my bed when I got back from practicing with Mic. In that envelope. No name or anything else written on it. Just that freaky message."

Shinsou examined both items carefully and frowned. "You said they left it in here?"

"Yeah, there's no way they slipped it under the door. It was put on my freaking pillow!"

"You're staying in my room tonight and that's final."

Kaminari had absolutely no problems with that.

Thanks spooky letter person, that's a weird way to get cuddles but I'll take whatever.

The two boys could hear the small explosions before the knock on the door even happened. The sound of incoming friends. A loud series of knocks followed.

"Open the door, dipshit."

Kaminari jumped up and opened it to find Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Bakugou with a variety of unnerved faces. The first three were quick to burst in and huddle around Denki in a protective, though disorganized, fashion.

Mina squeezed him a bit too tightly. "Who do we need to beat up?"

Kaminari tried to back up into the room taking the others with him, before Iida could overhear them from next door. Of all the people to be beside he'd gotten a hell of a neighbor. Too many hand chopping gestures had been directed at him over the year.

Bakugou slammed the door shut behind him and Denki winced.

Definitely getting chewed out by glasses later.

"You said something about a scary letter?" Kirishima asked, slightly muffled from his face being pressed into Kaminari's shoulder.

"I feel like I made too big a deal of it now. I mean, it's creepy but it isn't a threat...I think?"

Shinsou read it aloud to the group, "Be careful who you trust. It could be a threat. Or a warning."

"What sort of dumbass doesn't know not to pick a fight with us?" No one wanted to point out how sweet it was to hear Bakugou talk about the squad in a protective manner- mostly because the inevitable smell of burnt hair was pretty gross.

Well, everyone but Mina.

"Mama-gou! That is too cute! You really do care!"

Bakugou soon had that blush he got when he was both furious and embarrassed. "Shut your fucking trap, Racoon Eyes."

Sero plucked the letter from Shinsou's hand and squinted at it. He held it up to the light as though it would reveal further secrets, and then passed it to the others for their perusal.

"Are you sure no one is fucking with you?"

"Fucking with me enough that they broke into my room and left a freaky letter on my pillow? Overkill, dude."

Kirishima knew how to solve the problem. He threw his arms out to push the gang towards the bed and shoved them all into a cuddle pile, partially crushing Hitoshi. The falling on top of each other part was unpleasant, but no one outside the squad knew that this was normal protocol for when someone was upset. Shinsou looked moderately alarmed.

"Aw, thanks guys." Kaminari did his best to hug as many of them as possible. "What do we do now?"

"We fucking lay here like idiots until everyone is better and then we're getting you out of this room, Drooly."

The six of them flopped over each other affectionately on top of the gaudy cheetah print blanket. This is exactly what Kaminari needed.

"BTW sorry if I smell," Denki added. Sero pinched him on the arm and Kirishima let out a too-loud cackle in response. Shinsou subtly nuzzled Denki's cheek to reassure him.

Please let this letter be a prank.