Breakfast was an experience. The food was as delicious as promised, fried eggs over rice, fluffy omelets, freshly squeezed orange juice. Todoroki had painted a floral design over his scar and nobody else gave a second glance. When he was being served his plate had a little bit of everything. He enjoyed the traditional egg and rice, but the omelet was the best thing ever. Shinso noticed that who he now knew as Kaminari was embedded in Momo again. They must be an item, Shinso decided. How else would they be so comfortable with each other that close? Then the chef walked in, and Shinso failed at repressing his snort. Bakugou, in all his flour-covered glory, wore a hot pink apron with a stick figure with multiple arms hunched over a grill. Below was the text "I'll feed all you bitches" At his side was a holster and sheath. Why the hell was bakugou carrying a sword and pistol around? Nobody else reacted, they had clearly seen the outfit before.

"Crepes are on! Oh hey Eyebags, welcome to our hell."

Shinso did a double take. That was the first time he had heard Bakugou speak that wasn't in all caps. And he was nice? What the hell is going on? Without warning, three knives flew at Bakugou's head, then Midoriya of all people fell from the ceiling with a bo staff. Quick as blinking, Bakugou shot two of the knives from the air and deflected the third with his sword. Then twirled and started fencing with midoriya, sword against staff. They ended in a deadlock, with bakugou's gun against midoriya's stomach and midoriya's knife to bakugou's throat. Their melee weapons were deadlocked in outstretched hands, almost in a tango position. Without warning, it became that, dancing smoothly around the room in an erratic and energetic dance. The pink one and the one with headphone jacks for ears joined in, and they did an intense swirling dance with many times partners being switched, until the dance rapidly ended to loud applause from watching classmates and booming laughter from all four participants.

"That was the most fluid you've ever transitioned from spar to dance! Good job guys!" that was the pink one. She seemed to enjoy the dance more than the purple one, not to say the purple one didn't look elated. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the redhead with shark teeth that had devoured a piled-high plate of bacon and eggs not two minutes ago.

"Shinso, right? I'm Eijiro Kirishima, but you can call be either Eijiro or Kiri, everyone does."

Shinso just nodded, still catching up to the fast paced experience.

"Little shocked from that, eh? Don't worry you'll get used to it. At least it wasn't in groups this time, that would've been overwhelming."

"And that wasn't?"

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, grinning bashfully.

"I guess, but when a group of six or seven do the ambush, most of the class can start dancing. It gets pretty crazy, because when enough of us start dancing, Aoyama made it so the lights go all dynamic and colorful and the music starts. It's not just a dance either. We'll have to teach you at some point, hard to really explain."

Shinso rubbed his forehead, imagining how overstimulated he would be if what Kirishima described would happen. One by one, his new classmates introduced themselves to him and him to them. They also said a few things about themselves. Usually a hobby or skill, but on occasion a random fact about themselves or their families. He listened to Asui, no, Tsu go on about her cute little siblings for a solid twenty minutes before she was dragged away by Koda to do something or other. Then there was Midoriya. He had simply said that he learned martial arts. When Shinso asked which he looked him directly in the eyes and said in a dead serious tone; "Yes." Shinso learned what he meant from a laughing Momo, that he was the equivalent of a black belt in every style of combat taught in japan, making him one of the most dangerous people in Japan, even discounting his absurdly powerful quirk. He had even learned the widely credited hardest martial art ever, having been taught by its first and only practitioner, a man named Hyuga Neji, whose quirk allowed him to see through objects and people in a nearly 360% field of vision.

Shinso had made a mistake. He saw Katsuki pour the super hot sauce on his toast like it was gravy, and shinso thought that if he could have so much, it couldn't be too hot. He poured a tiny amount on his plate, and dipped a corner of his toast into it, raising it to his mouth. Flames enveloped his mouth, his face flushing and beginning to sweat. He drank milk, and the cold washed his mouth out, for about half a second. Now the pain receptors for cold were active as well, and it felt like his mouth was being used as a target dummy for a nest of scorpions. When he finally felt the cold subside, the heat was stronger than before. He retched, and rushed to the bathroom. As he was regurgitating his breakfast, he decided firmly that Bakugou and Midoriya were either superhuman or absolute masochists. When he finally was done evacuating his stomach, the burning had reduced to manageable levels. He emerged, flushed and panting to a scene of absolute chaos..

A/N

Thank you for reading, sorry for the short chapter and for not posting in a while. I was pretty busy and got distracted playing video games, I forgot to post. Thank you to everybody who reads and enjoys my work, and for waiting. Remember to drink water, and see you next time.