Shinso had walked out the restroom doors only to get hit in the face with a pillow. When it fell off, he was greeted with the sight of his classmates in what could only be described as a pillow war. Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, and Todoroki were crouched behind the couch, being sieged upon by Tokoyami, Hagakure, Tsuyu, Yaomomo, and surprisingly, Koda. when he emerged fully, he snatched a pillow out of the air and rolled to join the attackers. Uraraka was swept off her feet by a low-swinging Tsuyu, leaving Midoriya open to being creamed by a running Shinso, knocking the small boy out of cover, where he was promptly swarmed. Suddenly the lights turned off, and everybody stopped.
A tired man and his shining husband were standing in the doorway, one looking as if he had rolled out of bed, one looking as if he had spent the last five hours doing his hair. "Problem class, this again? I'm sure Nezu is tired of paying for all the damages you all cause. Midoriya gave a innocent smile, as if he hadn't just sent Bakugou through four layers of drywall with a pillow.
"Nezu doesn't mind! Last time we had private lessons, he just laughed for a solid ten minutes when i told him about it. We just have to fix it, and we can add extra things as well!"
"That's great, little listeners! Please do try to restrain property damage in the future, though. It sucks to have all the fumes in here from your renovation efforts." At this the class collectively hung their heads. Yamada-sensei was disappointed in them, and that stung more than any punishment. Present mic- no, Yamada-sensei noticed he had ruined the mood, and wordlessly opened his arms for a group hug. Midoiya broke first, diving into the hug. Then Kaminari, Momo, and Tsuyu piled on. Slowly, the class flowed collectively into each other's arms and before Shinso could object, Shoji wrapped his arms around the entire group, unceremoniously pulling Shinso and Aizawa into the hug. Shinso was smushed into the back of Todoroki. It was uncomfortable, but the embrace seemed to show no sign of ending promptly, so he simply settled his chin on the peppermint boy's shoulder and closed his eyes, letting the faint smell of oil paint lull him until he was in the haze of half-sleep, the soft heat around him causing his tense muscles to go slack, and on the foggy border of unconsciousness, he felt strong arms lift him up, and as he finally succumbed to the darkness, he felt himself laid on something soft and warm.
When shinsou finally became lucid again, he felt a comfortable pressure on his back, a warm breeze passed his ear, and as his eyes opened, he found a comfortable pikachu resting near his side, head rested on his shoulder after 3 layers of fluffy blanket. Then, the sound of sizzling bacon reached his ears. He blinked, momentarily forgetting the sleepy boi resting on him, and tried to sit up, inadvertently turning the yellow boy into a blanket burrito. As Shinso stood, realizing he felt better rests than he had in a while, he made his way drowsily to the kitchen. When he saw the clock, he had a bit of whiplash. It was 9:00 AM the next day, and he looked at Tokoyami eating bacon and eggs, drinking straight out of the coffeepot. His eyes seemed sunken, and his upon Shinso entering the room, acknowledged his presence by urging his quirk, which Shinso just now noticed was the one working the skillet, to put on three more eggs and put another bagel in the toaster. When asked if he wanted bacon, he simply nodded, and Dark shadow put another two pieces of bacon on the skillet. The sizzle of oil on the fry and comfortable silence helped Shinso relax.
It was an hour of comfortable silence and copious bacon and eggs when a small drowsy boy still wrapped in multiple layers of blankets. Only his head stuck out of the blanket roll on top, and he looked so cozy. He was still half asleep, as evidenced by him hitting a chair and two counters on his way to their position. When he finally collapsed into a chair, he spoke for the first time in shinso's presence.
"mmmph-Toko Im hungry" Without another word, Tokoyami used the side of his fork to slice into gone of his eggs, causing the lacy brown edges to crackle and the balloon-like yolk to ooze delicious jammy goo. He scooped up a small piece of bacon and put it in the small yellow boy's mouth, to which the small one chewed contentedly.
Shinso was now incredibly overwhelmed. He had been asked to follow by Midoriya to the training room that he had glimpsed during Momo's tour, and seeing no reason not to, he followed. It was honestly slightly funny, him being almost ten inches taller than midoriya and yet following like a baby duckling. When they had arrived at the heavily padded room, midoriya just told him to prepare himself. Not knowing what to expect, he settled himself into a basic peekaboo boxer's stance. What he was entirely unprepared for was to be thrown into a whirlwind of non-impacting body blows, and throughout the entire thing Midoriya twirling in a dance that he vaguely recognized as the one that Midoriya and Bakugo had performed so flawlessly. He now knew what Kiri meant when he said it was more than a dance. He was unbruised, utterly unblemished, but his defense had been picked apart into nothing, and he was so disoriented and dizzy that he could barely stand, much less throw a punch. Midoriya waited until Shinso had fully recovered and allowed him to take a long drink from his water bottle, then started to walk him through the steps and all their variations, as well as how they could flow together, making it seem seamless. By the end of four hours Shinso could keep up with Midoriya going about one- twentieth his normal speed. He was sweating and red, his breathing was labored, but he had did it. He felt accomplished, and that was more than enough for him. He headed up to his amazing new dorm room to clean up.
When he finally made it to the common room, he saw Sato taking a pan that smelled simply heavenly out of the oven. When he turned around and flipped it out onto a circular baking pan, a golden-brown bundt cake slid out easily, making a satisfying thump as it landed. The steam from the cake smelled of vanilla, and Sato proceeded to mix together powdered sugar, milk, and lemon juice until he had a thick, fluffy frosting. He placed it into a piping bag, and startled when he saw Shinso, now looking much better after taking a shower.
"Want any help with that? My cousin likes to bake, I have a little experience. Sato smiled at him and handed him a piping bag.
"Thanks, man. I could use a little help in here. Mido's fine enough, but last time I let Katsuki in here he added chili paste do the frosting. Tasted fine, but not what I was going for at all.
After he piped a few clumsier flowers, he felt some of the rust coming off and his muscle memory returning slowly as he continued to pipe roses. By the time he and Sato had finished with the decorations, the smell had already attracted a crowd. The resident raccoon-eyed pink girl leaned far over the counter and was reaching for the knife to cut herself a slice when she had her hand swatted away by Sato. She snatched her hand away and dramatically fell on the floor, acting as if she was dead.
"Awww Sato, why'd you have to go and do that, now I'm dying of lack-of-cake disease!"
Sato rested his his flour and sugar caked hands on his apron.
"The cake is for dinner and you know it. Now stand up and help me dry these dishes." As Mina whined and carried on, Shinso's face spread into a soft smile. This was nice, and he could definitely get used to this.