Eijirou stares at the stranger of a boy standing in front of the dorms' door. And then he stares at his phone where it shows that the pizza delivery guy has not actually arrived yet.

Eijirou looks at Kaminari who is standing next to him (and looks somewhat dejected by the lack of pizza). Kaminari looks back at Eijirou.

Both of them look at Jirou, the only other current occupant in the living room currently slouching on the sofa.

Jirou, feeling the other two handing the responsibility of The Man of The House to her, sighs and stands up from her seat. "The what?" Jirou says, and then, with a raised brow: "Hang on, who are you?"

"Midoriya Izuku," the guy repeats, sounding somewhat both cheery and patient. He doesn't look miffed by the lack of reception.

"Never heard your name befo—" Jirou pauses. And then, as if just having remembered something, she says, "Kaminari, what's today's date again?" Kaminari tells him. "Right." Jirou looks back at Midoriya Izuku. "What did you say you're here for?"

"I'm an exorcist. I perform the ridding of demons and the casting away of Chaos."

The three 1-A kids look at each other at this. "We already have someone for that, though."

"Uh, pizza's here," says the pizza delivery guy from behind Midoriya Izuku the exorcist.

"Anyway," Jirou says as Kaminari yells Pizza! and happily goes to retrieve it with way too much excitement for thin crust. "He said you'd be here on this date exactly at this—" she checks her watch. "Minute and hour. So come in. Let me just—" Jirou takes a deep breath, and then shapes a cone to her mouth as she yells, "SHINSOU!" Jirou looks back at Midoriya. "He'll be here soon."

"What's up," says Shinsou Hitoshi, and with him, the rest of the class enters the first floor. "Oh hey, you're here. All right, guys, let's get to work—Kaminari, you're gonna be bait."

"Woo, fun," Kaminari says. "All right, I'll get the ofudas—"

"Oh, there is no need," Hitoshi walks down the stairs, running a hand through his hair. Like Izuku, there is a scar there—glinting pink under the fluorescent light. "My assistant here brought quite a lot of them. Didn't you, Izuku?"

They look at each other. The air is taut—two strings at mid-sonnet, pulling at each other. Twinging with recognition. With a cosmic inside joke. And then, slowly—like the first flap of a butterfly wing, like the first note of the orchestra, the first turn of a page—Shinsou Hitoshi and Midoriya Izuku smile at each other.

Eijirou looks between the two of them. "Do you guys Know each other?"

"In a manner of speaking," Hitoshi and Izuku say in unison.

"Ew, now there are two of them," Jirou says, unimpressed.

"Ooh, is this the Izuku you and Bakugou-kun always talked about?" says Uraraka Ochako, giving Izuku a friendly clap at the shoulder. "Nice to meet you! I'm Uraraka, and this is Tsuyu—"

"'Sup."

"Hello," Izuku says, bowing politely.

"Hm," Asui Tsuyu says. She says, "I think I'm experiencing what people would call deja vu."

Izuku smiles at that. "That's to be expected," says Izuku.

"—and Tooru, and Iida-kun, and Kouda-kun, and—"

"I don't always talk about him," Bakugou Katsuki says, grunting his way into the room. He looks Izuku in the eye and nods somewhat awkwardly. "Izuku," he says roughly.

"Kacchan," Izuku says mildly.

Kacchan looks away. "Mom asked you to come again next Tuesday, she has a new recipe she wants to try." And then he promptly leaves the room.

"—this is Tokoyami-kun," Ochako says, still cheerily introducing everybody in existence to Izuku. "Hitoshi-kun says you two would be great friends."

"Hello, Shadowed One," Izuku greets.

"Hello, One Of The Two Who Returned," greets Tokoyami back.

"This little one right here is Eri-chan," Ochako continues, and a little silver-haired girl peeks out from behind Ochako's legs.

Aizawa Eri is wearing fresh clothes, and her cheeks are flushed rosy pink. She looks healthy. On what's visible of her arms are thin lines of healed scars. She looks up at Izuku with big eyes before she steps towards him.

Izuku kneels down so he can look her in the eyes. "Hello, there," he says softly. "Not so weighed down anymore, I see."

She smiles, shyly. And then she leans forward to speak in his ear. Izuku listens, nodding. Eri leans back. "Of course," Izuki says, pleasantly solemn. "I'm happy you're satisfied with your payment."

Aizawa Eri beams at him. Izuku reaches a hand out, and the both of them shake it on a transaction well done.

"And finally," Ochako announces. "This is Momo!"

Yaoyorozu Momo steps into the room. Her fingers are covered in ink, and she seems to be surrounded by an infinite amount of paper. "Hello," Momo says, and somewhere, a rock song plays. She smiles at Izuku, and Izuku returns it—a mirror in reverse. "So, was I right?"

"Yes," Izuku says. "Yes, you were."

"So!" Jirou Kyouka says, clapping her hand. "Now that introductions are over—we doing this or what? Operation Fuck the Demons Up Real Bad So They Can't Fuck With Us Again And If They Do We'll Fuck Them Up, Again! "

Everybody in Class 1A cheers. "Operation Fuck the Demons Up Real Bad So They Can't Fuck With Us Again And If They Do We'll Fuck Them Up, Again!"

Iida frowns. "Hm. I still think that's a bit of a mouthful, to be honest

"Hell yeah, baby," Kaminari says with a bite of pizza in his mouth. He is strapped with all kinds of occult tidbits and seems to be holding a spray bottle filled with holy water. He chews and swallows before announcing to the room, "Time for some good ol' walking study in demonology, am I right?!"

Hitoshi physically cringes at that. "Ugh.."

"That's all right," Izuku says serenely beside him as the class collectively boos Kaminari's bad attempt at whatever that was. "I think that's a good line to cut it with."

Hitoshi looks at him. "You sure? That was really bad. Like really bad."

Izuku smiles. "I know," he looks at Hitoshi. "It's perfect."

Hitoshi sighs. "If you say so," he says, and then, looking at the world right into your many, many eyes, Shinsou Hitoshi says—

p "Cutscene."/p


A/N: This story is dedicated to every fanfiction i have read and not read. It's dedicated to everyone who has ever written a fanfiction and will eventually write a fanfiction. It's dedicated to everyone who has ever read and will eventually read a fanfiction.

Whether you loved this or not—thank you. For a brief moment, you know them. That's all that matters.

Somewhere, celebrity skin by hole plays.