The class gets a visitor and Momo gets assigned a roommate she definitely doesn't like.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, orange glow over the UA dorms as the students trickled back from a grueling training session. Conversations buzzed in low murmurs, exhaustion weighing heavily on most of them.

But whatever quiet had settled over the group was quickly shattered by an unexpected voice.

"Hey, boom boy!" came the familiar, sultry drawl of Camie Utsushimi.

All heads turned toward the dorm entrance, where Camie leaned casually against the doorframe, her trademark grin firmly in place. The scene might as well have been pulled from a movie: her confident stance, the way her Shiketsu uniform caught the faint glow of the hallway lights, and, most importantly, the way her golden eyes locked directly onto Katsuki Bakugo.

Katsuki froze for a split second before his trademark scowl returned. "What the hell are you doing here already?" he snapped, though his tone lacked its usual venom.

Camie chuckled, sauntering over to him. "Nice to see you, too," she said, completely unfazed. "Thought I'd come say hi before getting settled in."

The room erupted.

"Wait, that's Camie?" Mina squealed, her excitement palpable. "Bakugo, you've been holding out on us!"

"Oh man, this is awesome!" Kirishima said, giving Katsuki a playful shove. "I knew it, dude. You and her? Total power couple."

Denki grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. "I mean, I knew you had game, Bakugo, but this? Respect, man."

Mineta, on the other hand, looked like he might explode with jealousy. "Why does *he* get the hot girlfriend? It's not fair!"

Katsuki turned his glare on Mineta, his voice a low growl. "Shut it before I blow you to bits."

Across the room, Izuku and Ochako stood together, neither of them speaking but both visibly caught off-guard. Ochako's hands fidgeted slightly at her sides, while Izuku scratched the back of his neck, his wide-eyed expression caught somewhere between impressed and confused. It wasn't embarrassment exactly—it was something harder to articulate, a mix of awe and awkward realization.

"Unbelievable," Jiro muttered, crossing her arms. "Of all people, Bakugo actually managed to pull this off. How?"

"Right?" Mina chirped, spinning toward Katsuki. "You've got to spill, Bakugo. How did you—?"

"None of your damn business," Katsuki snapped, though the faint flush at his ears betrayed him. Camie, however, didn't seem the least bit concerned. In fact, she grinned wider, draping an arm over Katsuki's shoulder.

"Relax, boom boy," she said lightly. "They're just jealous."

Katsuki grunted, muttering something unintelligible as Camie leaned closer, her grin never wavering. The room buzzed with energy, half the class still processing what they were seeing.

Scene skip

Amid the chaos, Aizawa stepped into the room, his expression as tired as ever. "Alright, quiet down," he said, his voice cutting through the noise with ease.

The students quickly fell silent, though a few muffled chuckles lingered in the air. Aizawa crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Now that our guests are starting to arrive, I need to go over some ground rules. First, as I mentioned earlier, some students from the other schools will be staying in the dorms. Due to limited space, a few of you will be sharing rooms."

That announcement was met with a wave of mixed reactions. The students exchanged glances, some excited, others visibly apprehensive.

Mina's hand shot up immediately. "Sensei, does this mean we get to pick our roommates?"

"No," Aizawa said flatly. "Room assignments have already been decided. Complaints won't change anything, so don't bother trying."

Momo stiffened slightly, a sinking feeling creeping into her chest. Before she could voice her concerns, Aizawa's gaze shifted toward her, his expression unreadable.

"Yaoyorozu," he said, his tone calm but firm. "You'll be rooming with Intelli."

The room went silent for a beat. Mina was the first to break it, her eyes wide. "*What?!*" she exclaimed. "Momo and Intelli? Together? That's, like, asking for a reality show."

"Sensei," Momo began, her voice measured but strained. "Are you certain there's no alternative?"

Aizawa shook his head. "No. And before you ask, I don't have the patience to rearrange everything. You'll manage."

Momo inhaled deeply, clearly fighting to keep her composure. "Of course. I understand."

Jiro leaned toward Mina, whispering, "Bet she's not understanding."

Mina stifled a laugh. "Oh, absolutely not."

Aizawa turned his attention back to the group. "Bakugo, your room situation is unchanged. Utsushimi will be assigned to one of the guest rooms on the girls' floor."

Katsuki, now leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, shot Aizawa a sharp look. "Tch. I figured."

Aizawa's gaze didn't falter. "Make sure she doesn't cause any trouble."

Katsuki smirked faintly. "Should be easy. Not like you'd know how to keep your guests in line."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly. "Careful, Bakugo."

"Careful yourself," Katsuki shot back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You got a box handy if Joke drops by?"

The room erupted into chaos once again, laughter ringing out as Aizawa's deadpan expression remained fixed. Even Jiro couldn't hide her smirk as she muttered, "I'll give him this—he's bold."

Meanwhile, Izuku had inched closer to Ochako, whispering in her ear. His breath would normally cause her to turn scarlet but this time, she let it slide.

"Is something the matter with Yaoyorozu? She is normally not this…" He tried to find the right words but found them stuck in his throat.

"Prickly. I'll fill you in later, Deku-kun. Your room?" The green haired boy nodded, calmly as there was more happening on it.

Scene skip

Momo stood in the doorway of her dorm room, staring at the neatly arranged suitcases and bags that hadn't been there earlier. Her own belongings were tucked neatly into their usual spots, as meticulously organized as always, but now there was a distinct sense of invasion.

Saiko Intelli sat cross-legged on one of the two beds, a sleek tablet in her hands and an ever-present air of poise about her. She didn't look up as Momo stepped inside, but her voice cut through the room like a knife.

"Ah, Yaoyorozu," Saiko said, her tone smooth and calm. "I wondered when you'd arrive. I was beginning to think you might be avoiding me."

Momo stiffened slightly but forced a polite smile. "I was just taking care of a few things after training. Welcome to UA."

"Thank you," Saiko said, finally looking up with a faint smile. Her sharp eyes scanned Momo briefly before returning to her tablet. "I must say, I wasn't expecting such... cozy accommodations. But I suppose I'll manage."

"It's not much," Momo replied, moving toward her desk to straighten a few already-aligned items, more out of habit than necessity. "But it's functional."

"Indeed," Saiko said, setting the tablet down with deliberate care. "I do find it fascinating, though. Our schools are so different, yet here we are, sharing a space. It's almost poetic, isn't it?"

Momo glanced over her shoulder, her brow furrowing slightly. "I suppose so."

Saiko's smile widened slightly, but her tone remained pleasant. "I couldn't help but notice the way your friends reacted earlier. They seemed quite... invested in our interactions. Do they always take such an interest in your relationships?"

Momo turned fully toward her, her expression carefully neutral. "My friends care about me, yes. As I'm sure yours do as well."

"Of course," Saiko said with a nod. "But I imagine it must be tiring, having them constantly speculate about your personal life. Particularly when it comes to someone as enigmatic as Todoroki."

Momo's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Oh, nothing," Saiko said airily, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's just an observation. He's quite intriguing, don't you think? A man of few words, yet his actions speak volumes. It's no wonder people are curious about him."

Momo's hand tightened briefly on the back of her desk chair, but her voice remained steady. "Todoroki is a skilled and dedicated hero-in-training. Naturally, people notice him."

Saiko hummed softly, tilting her head as if considering Momo's words. "Naturally," she said. "Though I can't help but wonder if there's more to it than that."

Momo turned back to her desk, her movements precise as she began sorting through a stack of notes. "I'm sure I wouldn't know."

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, but it wasn't easy, either. Saiko didn't press further, instead returning to her tablet with a faint smile that Momo couldn't quite decipher.

Later That Evening

Momo lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The soft glow of Saiko's tablet lit up the other side of the room, the faint tapping of her fingers on the screen the only sound. Momo couldn't decide whether the quiet was a relief or a burden.

Saiko's voice broke the silence. "You know, Yaoyorozu," she said softly, "I admire your composure. Not many people would handle a situation like this with such grace."

Momo turned her head slightly, meeting Saiko's gaze. "Thank you," she said, though she wasn't entirely sure it was a compliment.

"Of course," Saiko continued, her tone smooth. "It must take a great deal of discipline. Especially when there are so many distractions."

Momo frowned. "I'm not easily distracted."

Saiko smiled faintly, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "No, I suppose you're not."

There is more to come from this fic. But I'm going to put these updates now before I'm continuing on the other chapters.

Saluut.