We are getting fast on these updates. Aizawa makes an update, he delivers a gift and gets the class in stitches, plus the class discusses the rest of it.

The students of Class 1-A were in their usual scattered conversations when Aizawa entered the room, his ever-present sleeping bag slung over one arm. His disheveled hair and half-lidded eyes gave him the appearance of someone who would rather be anywhere else, but his sharp tone quickly silenced the group.

"Listen up," he said, setting his sleeping bag down on the desk. "We've got some important announcements to go over, so stop whatever nonsense you're doing and pay attention."

The class obediently quieted, though Mina and Kaminari still exchanged a sly grin. Aizawa scanned the room briefly before continuing. "As you may have noticed, we've had visitors recently. It's not a coincidence. UA will be hosting another inter-school tournament."

Excited murmurs spread through the class, with Kirishima punching his palm in excitement. "A tournament? Man, it's been a while since we had a chance to show off what we can do!"

"Do you think we'll be teamed up with the other schools again?" asked Kaminari, leaning forward with interest. "Or is it going to be like the Sports Festival?"

Aizawa ignored the questions, raising a hand to restore order. "The exact details will be announced later, but teams from several schools will be participating. Some of you might recognize a few familiar faces, and others will be meeting new rivals."

Mina, ever the instigator, raised her hand with an innocent grin. "Sensei, speaking of familiar faces… does this mean Ms. Joke will be visiting, too?"

The class perked up at the question, a wave of stifled laughter sweeping through the room. Aizawa paused, narrowing his eyes at Mina. "No, Joke isn't involved in this."

Kaminari joined in, grinning. "Aw, come on, Sensei! Don't you think this is the perfect chance for her to 'accidentally' drop by?"

"She's always got time for you," Mina added, her tone dripping with playful mischief. "You two would make such a cute couple."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. "Focus on the tournament," he muttered, his tone weary. "I don't have time for your delusions."

"Oh, come on," Kaminari pressed, smirking. "We all know she's got a thing for you. It's like destiny or something."

The class erupted into stifled giggles, with Mina grinning triumphantly as Aizawa's patience visibly thinned.

"Alright," Aizawa said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise. "Mina, Kaminari—both of you are on cleanup duty after training today. Any more comments, and I'll add extra laps."

The two quickly quieted, though Mina still whispered, "Totally worth it," earning a nudge from Jiro.

With the room finally calm again, Aizawa continued. "As I was saying, some of these students will also be staying in the dorms during the tournament. You're expected to mind your manners and represent UA with professionalism. Don't embarrass yourselves—or me."

Katsuki crossed his arms, his crimson eyes gleaming, but he didn't argue, earning a snicker from Kaminari.

"And just so you know," Aizawa added, his tone still flat, "some placements were out of my hands. But for others..." His gaze flicked back to Katsuki, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Let's just say a few strings were pulled. You're welcome, Bakugo."

Katsuki's lips twitched into what might have been a grin, his hands slipping into his pockets as he leaned back. "I didn't ask for your help, but whatever."

The class immediately turned their attention to Katsuki. Kirishima slapped his back with a hearty laugh. "That's awesome, dude! You must've pulled some strings yourself to get Camie here, huh?"

Katsuki shrugged, though the faint flush at the tips of his ears gave him away. "Tch. She texted me about it yesterday, so it's not like it's a big deal."

"Oh, it's a huge deal," Kaminari teased, practically vibrating in his seat. "Bakugo with a girlfriend, living in the dorms? This is gonna be amazing."

Aizawa, clearly unfazed by the noise, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, tossing it onto Katsuki's desk without a word.

The room went completely silent. The students stared at the object on Katsuki's desk, wide-eyed, until Mina's voice broke through.

"Wait, are those—"

"Condoms?!" Kaminari exclaimed, leaning forward with an expression that was equal parts awe and disbelief. "Sensei, what the—?"

"Just doing my part as a responsible educator," Aizawa said flatly, his tone betraying no humor. "Wouldn't want any accidents while the Shiketsu students are here."

"Sensei!" Uraraka gasped, her cheeks burning bright red. "Isn't that a bit... much?"

Aizawa shrugged lazily. "It's better than ignoring the obvious."

Katsuki finally grabbed the box, holding it up with an exasperated glare. "Oh, real funny, you dead-eyed bastard."

The class roared with laughter again, Kaminari practically falling out of his chair. "This is too good!"

But before the laughter could die down, Katsuki's scowl twisted into a smirk. "Hey, you got a box for yourself, Sensei? Y'know, in case Joke stops by."

The laughter reached new heights as even Jiro struggled to keep a straight face. Kaminari was practically on the floor, and Mina was gasping for air. Aizawa's blank stare didn't falter, though a faint twitch of his lips hinted at amusement.

"Get out," Aizawa said finally, rubbing his temples. "Training starts in fifteen minutes. Bakugo, take your 'supplies' with you."

Scene skip

The boys' locker room was filled with the sound of metal lockers clanging shut and idle chatter. Kirishima and Kaminari had positioned themselves near Katsuki, their grins wide as they tried to pry details out of him.

"So," Kaminari began, leaning against his locker, "how excited are you that Camie's going to be staying in the dorms?"

Katsuki shrugged, his tone nonchalant. "What's there to be excited about? She texted me about it days ago. Old news."

"Yeah, but she's staying here, man," Kirishima said, punching Katsuki lightly on the shoulder. "That's a whole different vibe. You two are basically gonna be roommates."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "She's on a different floor, idiot. Not like I'm gonna see her every second."

Kaminari smirked. "Still, it's kinda romantic, don't you think?"

Katsuki shot him a glare that could melt steel. "Say that again, and I'll fry your circuits."

"Alright, alright!" Kaminari said, laughing nervously. "You're no fun."

Meanwhile, across the room, Tenya and Izuku were quietly watching Shoto, who seemed entirely unbothered as he changed into his gear. Tenya tilted his head slightly. "Todoroki, does it not concern you that some of the transfer students will be living in the dorms?"

Shoto glanced at him, his expression calm. "Why would it? It doesn't change anything."

"Not even Intelli staying over?" Izuku asked cautiously.

Shoto shook his head. "No. She's just another student."

Izuku nodded slowly, though he couldn't help but notice how unfazed Shoto seemed. Tenya, meanwhile, adjusted his glasses. "A very level-headed perspective, Todoroki."

Nearby, Mineta's voice broke through the hum of conversation. "Hey, I still don't get it," he said, holding up a hand like a student asking a question in class. "Why would Sensei give Bakugo those?"

The locker room went silent for a moment before laughter erupted from Kaminari and Kirishima. Katsuki groaned audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Shoji, standing nearby, sighed. "It's not that complicated, Mineta," he said, his tone calm and logical. "If we're working closely with students from other schools, some of them staying in the dorms, it's better to avoid any... unnecessary situations."

Mineta blinked, his expression still confused. "What kind of situations?"

"Adult situations," Shoji clarified, his voice firm. "Aizawa-sensei is just being practical."

Kaminari doubled over with laughter again, clutching his stomach. "Man, this is too good."

Katsuki, clearly done with the conversation, slammed his locker shut. "Tch. You all need to grow up. Especially you, grape-head."

Mineta pouted, but the rest of the room erupted into laughter again as Katsuki stalked toward the exit, muttering something under his breath.

Scene skip

The locker room was filled with chatter and the occasional clang of lockers being opened and shut. Mina was already at her usual level of excitement, leaning close to Momo with a mischievous grin. "So, Momo," she began, her voice sing-song, "how are you feeling about our special guest staying in the dorms?"

Momo stiffened, her hand pausing mid-reach for her training shirt. "I don't see why I would feel anything about it," she replied, her tone clipped but calm.

"Oh, come on," Mina teased, practically bouncing on her feet. "You totally care. We all saw how you reacted earlier."

"Reacted to what?" Ochako asked, walking over with her training shoes in hand. Toru appeared beside her, her voice cheerful as always. "Yeah, what's going on? Did we miss something?"

Jiro smirked from her spot by the lockers, crossing her arms. "Oh, it's nothing much," she said lightly, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Just Intelli showing up, asking if Todoroki's single, and Momo totally not being bothered by it."

Ochako's eyes widened as she slid onto the bench. "Wait, what? Intelli asked about Todoroki?"

"Yup," Mina confirmed, nodding eagerly. "She was all, 'Oh, is Todoroki still single?' And Momo was like—" She mimed a stiff, flustered expression, earning a laugh from Jiro.

Momo shot Mina a glare, her cheeks flushing. "That's not what happened."

"It's exactly what happened," Jiro countered, smirking. "Face it, Momo, you were fuming. Not that we blame you."

Toru leaned closer, her invisible form bouncing slightly. "I don't get it. Why would Intelli ask about him? Does she like him?"

"Maybe," Mina said, shrugging. "Or maybe she's just trying to get under Momo's skin."

"I am not upset," Momo cut in, her voice rising slightly. "And it wouldn't matter if I were. Todoroki is his own person. He can do as he pleases."

Ochako tilted her head thoughtfully. "You don't sound very convincing, Momo."

"That's what I said!" Mina exclaimed, throwing up her hands.

Momo turned to her locker, her movements a little too sharp. "I don't know why you're all making such a fuss about this. There's nothing between me and Todoroki. We're just friends."

"Sure you are," Jiro said, leaning casually against the lockers. "That's why you blushed the second Intelli brought him up."

"I did not blush!" Momo said, slamming her locker shut.

"Totally did," Mina said, nodding sagely. "It was like—" She mimicked an exaggerated flustered expression, earning laughs from the others.

Ochako giggled, her eyes sparkling. "You know, Momo, there's nothing wrong with liking him. I mean, if you do."

Momo let out an exasperated sigh, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "I don't. And even if I did, which I don't, it's none of your business."

"That's the thing, though," Toru chimed in. "It kind of is. You're, like, the only one who doesn't see it."

Mina nodded, grinning. "You're super obvious."

"Ridiculously obvious," Jiro added.

Momo huffed, turning away as her cheeks burned brighter. "I'm done with this conversation."

"Okay, okay," Mina said, raising her hands in mock surrender. "But don't think we're letting this go."

They won't let this go indeed. As it'll turn out, that'll be for the best.

Saluut.