Thank you all for the warm welcome back! I had, unfortunately, gone through a rough patch and lost the inspiration to do anything at all. Makoto and Katsuki's story was still on my mind despite everything. I am glad to be able to write again and share their story.

I yawned. I had completely wrapped myself in my blanket last night. I licked my lips before slowly opening my eyes to the morning sun. I froze, confused. I was not in my bedroom on my futon. I was lying on the sofa facing the television. I slowly lifted my head, peeking around the folds of the blanket. I was lying on top of Katsuki. One arm was wrapped around me and the blanket while the other hung off the side of the sofa. Katsuki's head was propped up against the arm of the sofa. He was still fast asleep. I stiffened. What should I do? Do I move and risk waking him up? Do I stay frozen and wait with bated breath until he woke up?

Wait. When had I fallen asleep last night, and how did I end up on top of Katsuki? I remember watching the first half of the movie side by side with him. Katsuki grunted before shifting slightly, his arm tightening around me. I could hear Katsuki's steady heartbeat below me as he slowly breathed in and out. Katsuki's phone began to buzz on top of the coffee table. I could see 'Old Hag' flashing on the screen. Katsuki stirred slightly, reaching up and swiping away the call. It immediately started to ring again. Katsuki groaned, picking up the phone, swiping the screen, and holding it to his ear. Mitsuki immediately began to yell, "where the hell did you go?"

Katsuki groaned, "I'm at a friend's house. I'll come home later." He hung up on his mother and put his phone back down on the table. "Did that wake you?" He let out a yawn before lifting his head to look down at me. My cerulean eyes locked with his scarlet ones.

I shook my head as I slowly sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around me. "Sorry for falling asleep on you." I scooted to the edge of the sofa as Katsuki sat up. His shirt had raised slightly – he did not adjust it.

He shrugged. "Don't be." I stood, taking the blanket with me, and went to my bedroom. I locked the door behind myself and changed from my pyjamas into my spare set of clothes I had left out. I pulled the blanket over my head again, squatting down in embarrassment. I fell asleep on him! What if I had drooled or done something weird in my sleep? I was pulled from my thoughts by the whistle of the kettle. I fell backwards onto my butt, throwing the comforter off myself. Was Katsuki in my kitchen? I stood up once again, straightening the skirt of my dress. I folded my comforter and stashed it with the rest of my bedding before shrugging on a sheer white cardigan and exiting my bedroom. Katsuki had busied himself in my kitchen making tea and perusing my fridge and cupboards. "You don't have a lot of food in here." He turned to face me, stopping to drink me in.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before clasping my hands behind my back. "I usually eat leftovers for breakfast – but I didn't really eat last night." Katsuki's eyes shifted from his soft gaze to a glare before shifting back. "I guess I got too sidetracked with packing – I forgot." I turned slightly and walked to the small kitchen table, taking a seat. I let my hands rest on top of my lap, crossing my ankles under the chair. He pulled out the green tea with roasted rice.

"My dad drinks the same tea," he mused, scooping the tea leaves into a diffuser for the teapot, and gently addinged the slightly cooled water.

"It's good tea, not as expensive and has a nuttier flavour," I stood up from the chair and crossed into the kitchen. I took a glass from beside my sink and filled it with water, retreating to the table. I reached into my school bag on the floor and pulled out my bottle of medication. I unscrewed the lid and removed one capsule, popping it into my mouth before closing and returning the bottle to its spot. I chased it down with the water as I sat back in the chair.

"Is that for your quirk?" He eyed my backpack.

I nodded, holding the glass in my lap. "They help by providing more simplistic energy for my cells to synthesize for use over a longer period of time."

"And you faint when…." Katsuki's gaze fell as he eyed my fingers, tapping the glass.

I swallowed uneasily, "when my cells do not have enough to synthesize - and the cells begin to die." Katsuki's head lifted as if he were staring straight through me. "My body can recycle out those cells for new ones – but Recovery Girl sets me up with a blood transfusion and added nutrition to speed up the process."

"And your sister?"

I shook my head. "So far, we haven't noticed any drawbacks to her quirk." There probably were – but either she hid them well, or they were not too obvious yet. Katsuki shook his head, pouring the tea into two matching cups. He brought them over to the table, setting a mug in front of me before sitting himself down.

"Did either of your parents?"

"Mom didn't, and as far as I know, Dad's was similar." I picked up the cup of tea, gently blowing on the rising steam before taking a sip. "Do you want anything for breakfast? Rice, oatmeal? I think I have some frozen berries in my freezer." I went to get up, but Katsuki beat me to it. I watched in silence as he attacked my kitchen, pulling out the flour, frozen berries, and a few other items. No – attacking was not the right word. It was as if he was methodically dancing with strong, precise movements. I got lost in those movements.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts as a plate of scones with gooey raspberry compote was placed in front of me. Katsuki set the other plate down and retook his seat. "Eat." He took a bite of his.

"Wait," I stared at him, stunned and confused. I pointed with a limp finger to the plate and then my kitchen, "how did you make this with that?"

He pointed to my plate as he chewed, raising an eyebrow. I picked up the scone, gently bit off a small piece and set it back down. I covered the lower half of my face with my hand while I chewed. It was delicious. How had he made something so decadent with the little I had in my kitchen? We ate in silence for a few moments.

"Katsuki," I spoke, picking up my tea. "W-why did you want to become friends with me?" Katsuki was about to take a bite of his scone – but set it back onto his plate, letting his fingers tap on the wooden table.

"Why does that matter?" He shifted in his chair.

I let out a sigh. "It's just that," I shifted my gaze down to my tea, "never mind."

"For someone so smart, you sure are dense." Katsuki let a chuckle slip out. "Finish your breakfast." He lifted up his mug, a ting of pink across the tops of his cheeks. We ate in silence until it was interrupted by his phone buzzing violently once again. He swiped to decline it and shoved it back into his pocket. His phone began to vibrate again.

"It's okay," I picked up our empty plates and brought them into the kitchen.

Katsuki sighed before taking his phone out again and accepting the call. "What? I said I'd come home later. Oh, hell no." He hung up the phone. "I gotta go."

I left the dishes on the counter, "I'll walk you out." We exited the guest house and padded across the walk under the warm morning sun. I could feel the warm sun. How long would this last?

"Thanks for letting me in last night." Katsuki shrugged as we entered the main house.

That caught me off guard. "You're always welcome in." I watched as a small smile graced his lips before turning towards the front door. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same happiness I did when we were together. We stopped at the large, heavy door. He turned to face me.

Katsuki tilted his head slightly before reaching out and touching my cheek. He ran his thumb over my cheek. He pulled away, a small dollop of that compote on his thumb. He stuck his thumb into his mouth and licked it off.

How long had I had that on my face? "Th-thank you."

Katsuki shrugged, slipped on his shoes, and took his time to exit my home. "Oh – do you mind if I keep this?" He pulled out his keychain. The small cube pet I had made at the Bootcamp affixed to it.

I smiled up at him. "Of course."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded. "See you tomorrow."

[B&M]

I stood with my classmates in front of the new, large 'H' shaped building we would be living in for now. I was excited. Aizawa stood in front of our class, hands in his pockets as he gazed over each of us. "I'm glad that we were able to bring Class A back together. I'll explain how your door assignments will work shortly. First, however, we haven't forgotten about the provisional hero licenses you were supposed to get during the training camp. Listen, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Satoshi – you six are the ones who broke the rules and went to go rescue Bakugo that night."

No one reacted to that statement. I had already been chastised by Aizawa earlier. But, if given the same situation, I would still have done what I had done.

"Judging by your reactions – I assume the rest of you knew or were at least aware of their plan. I'm going just to say this, if it weren't for All Might's retirement from the hero scene, I would expel everyone here except for Bakugo, Jiro, and Hagakure. The one who planned it, the five who went with them, and the rest of you who didn't stop them. You all betrayed our trust. In order to regain our confidence, you'll have to become model students and live by every letter of the rule. Now, look alive, and enjoy your new home." Aizawa turned and walked up the steps into the dorm.

The inside of the dorms was massive. The entire first floor was a massive common space with more than enough seating to accommodate everyone at the same time. The rooms began on the second floor – separated by wings for the boys and girls in the class. I was the only girl located on the second floor.

"Satoshi," Aizawa called. I turned to face him as my classmates rushed into the elevators to search for their rooms. Kirishima and Sero were trying to coral a dense Kaminari from electrifying them and up to his dorm. "Midnight will be here in an hour to take you shopping if you need anything else. We've added a few necessities for you already as well."

I titled my head, confused. "I brought everything I needed?"

"Go unpack." He frowned, turning his back as he left the dorm. That was strange. I did not have any money to go shopping as it was. I was the last one in the elevator to their dorm. I got out on the second floor and found my room – the second door from the elevator. I opened my door and entered my room for the rest of the year. There was a bed with a duvet and pillow provided – but no sheets. I did not even think to pack the futon's bedding. I guess I would need to try to find some cheap sheets with Midnight after all. I sighed, opening the two boxes I had packed. I easily found homes for the first box – it was just bathroom supplies. The second box held all my study items, my extra pair of shoes, my slippers, and some basic clothing. There was a plain brown box set on top of the desk. I had not packed this. I opened the top of the box. Then closed it. I opened it once more. Aizawa had deemed providing me with a laptop as a necessity? No. I could not. I ignored the computer for a moment and hung my clothes in the closet. I hid my scrapbook in the bottom drawer of the desk.

I sat at my desk, pushed the computer aside, and took out a notepad. I jotted down bedding at the top as well as a few other items with question marks beside them. A calendar would be nice – but I did not need one. I jumped at the knock at my door. I got up from the desk and opened the door to my room. Midnight stood beaming in a simple black V-neck and dark jeans. "Ready to go shopping?"

"S-sure." I nodded, retreating to the desk momentarily to rip the list off the notepad. I followed Midnight out of the dorm to her waiting car. She drove a small four-door sedan in matte black with white rims. I hesitantly got into her passenger seat and buckled myself in as she started up her vehicle.

"Your room looks so plain – let's go make it your ultimate room," Midnight winked before pulling away from the curb. "The school's allotted some funds to make sure you're set."

"Wait – what," I questioned, "that's too much."

Midnight laughed, "don't worry about it. You'll be living here from now on – might as well make it comfortable."

[B&M]

I sighed, zipping the duvet cover into place, and spread it over the bed. I had seen the sheet set – fallen in love with it but put it back the moment I saw the price. Midnight tossed it into our cart without a care in the world. I guess pros like her did not really need to budget.

I jumped, a knock reverberating at my door. Who was that? I padded across my room to the door, opening it enough for my head to pop through. Katsuki stood in the empty hall in a black shirt and his gym pants. "Where did you go earlier? I came by to bring you down for dinner – Kirishima treated everyone to take out."

"Oh!" I opened the door further for Katsuki to enter. "Midnight took me out to get a 'few' things. We grabbed dinner before we came back. I wasn't expecting to be gone for so long."

Katsuki raised a brow as he entered my dorm, arms crossed as he looked over the room. "A few things?"

I sighed, sitting down on my bed. "She may have gone a little overboard. Anything I checked the price tag of and put back, she grabbed." I ran my hand over the silver stitching of the constellations on the navy duvet.

"Is this what you would have picked for yourself anyway?" He walked over to the shopping bags I had yet to open. He pulled out a silver, fluffy throw blanket and ripped off the tag.

"I guess," I hummed. "But not at those prices." Midnight had to keep reassuring me that it was fine. Especially when she grabbed the giant realistic full moon rug and shoved it into the cart. Katsuki chuckled, opening and refolding the blanket in half before resting it on the end of my bed.

Katsuki returned to the bags, pulling out a picture frame. He turned the frame to me, "buy it for the picture?" There was a smiling child in black and white as the stock photo.

I shook my head, rose from my bed and moved to stand beside Katsuki. I opened the top drawer of the desk and pulled out the scrapbook I had kept. I felt Katsuki move closer to me, his arm brushing mine. "Redemption gave me a photo I wanted to frame. It's the only photo I have of Dad and me." I flipped to the back of the book – opened the pouch, and pulled out the photo Redemption had given me at the end of my internship.

"You definitely take after him," Katsuki spoke, his voice soft beside my ear. I felt a chill run down my spine before heat followed suit. He quickly undid the back of the frame and handed the front half to me. I took out the stock image and centred the tattered photo in the frame. Katsuki carefully snapped the back into place and handed me the frame. "May I?" He motioned with his hand to the scrapbook. I nodded, setting the frame on my desk. He picked up the scrapbook and retreated to my bed, sitting on top of the duvet cross-legged with his back against the wall.

I had never let anyone else look at that album before. I licked my lips and took out the last few items from the bags before flattening and tying the rest into balls for later. I cut off the tags on my towels and took the curtains out of their packaging. I dissipated my legs from the knees down and floated up to the curtain rods – taking the old ones off while slipping the new blackout ones on. I lowered myself back to the floor and folded the curtains, placing them in the closet storage. I put my towels in the bathroom before joining Katsuki on my bed. I sat cross-legged on the end of my bed, holding a cute star-shaped throw pillow Midnight had grabbed.

"You look so happy with your grandfather," Katsuki mused, flipping back to the start of the book. I leaned against the wall, watching as he turned the pages. "And you really look up to your mom, there's a lot of articles on her hero work in here."

"I should find some more on Sirius. He's turning out to be more than what I've been led to believe." I hummed, reaching over the top of the star to fiddle with his necklace. He closed the album and handed it back to me. I dissipated my hand and placed it under my bed.

"Why are you hiding it?" He raised a brow as my hands returned to my wrists.

I shrugged, resting my cheek on the pillow. "I always had to hide it from grandmother – she burnt his face out of our one family photo. I guess I don't have to be so worried here." The doorknob rattled before the door opened. The girls, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Todoroki, and Midoriya, stood in the doorway.

"Bakugo? I thought you went to bed," Kirishima cocked his head.

"I took a detour," he growled. "Don't you extras knock before barging into someone's room? What do you want anyway?"

Uraraka smiled, clasping her hands together. "We're having a room decorating contest! Everyone's going to vote on who has the best room."

"Whatever," Katsuki stood. "I'm going to bed." He stalked out of my bedroom. Kirishima excused himself and ran after his friend. Mina skipped into the room and sat down on the bed where Katsuki had just been.

"Your room is so spacey – I love it!" Mina beamed as the others entered my room.

"Thanks," I spoke into my pillow.

Mina leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Were we interrupting something?" I froze briefly before breaking my entire body down in embarrassment.