The Class grows tired of the bullshit and they decide to form a front.

The Class 1-A dormitory was alive with weekend energy. After a long week of grueling training and classes, the students had taken refuge in the common area, their laughter and chatter filling the space. The atmosphere was warm, with the kind of camaraderie that came from months of shared struggles and triumphs.

Near the kitchen, Katsuki Bakugo leaned against the counter, watching Camie Utsushimi rummage through the snack cabinet with an air of ownership. She hummed to herself as she tossed a bag of chips onto the counter, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"You eat like a trash gremlin," he muttered, crossing his arms.

Camie smirked, tearing open the bag. "Relax, boom boy. There's plenty to go around. Want one?"

"Don't call me that," Katsuki growled, snatching a chip anyway and biting into it.

"You're adorable when you pretend not to care," she teased, leaning in slightly. Katsuki rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

Across the room, Izuku and Ochako were seated on the couch, their heads bent over a pile of training notes. Izuku tapped his pencil against his notebook, deep in thought.

"What if we adjust the timing on the counter move?" he suggested. "It might make it harder for opponents to predict."

Ochako tilted her head, considering it. "That could work, but we'd have to practice a lot. My timing was way off last time."

Izuku smiled encouragingly. "You're already doing great, Ochako. I think we can nail it."

Ochako blushed faintly but returned his smile. "Thanks, Deku."

By the entertainment area, Mina and Denki were locked in a fierce video game battle, their shouts of triumph and groans of defeat punctuating the air. Jiro Kyoka sat nearby, watching with an amused smirk.

"Ha! Eat that!" Mina shouted as her character landed the final blow. "I'm unstoppable!"

Denki threw his controller onto the couch in mock defeat. "No fair! You must've cheated."

"Or maybe you just suck," Jiro teased, her earphone jacks drumming a playful beat on her leg.

At a table near the window, Momo and Kirishima were deep into a game of chess. Kirishima scratched his head, staring at the board in frustration.

"You're always five moves ahead of me," he said, finally moving his bishop. "How do you do that?"

Momo smiled gently. "It's about anticipating your opponent's strategy."

"Well," Kirishima said with a grin, "guess I'll have to start thinking like you."

Momo laughed softly. "I'd be happy to help."

The warm, relaxed atmosphere suddenly shifted when Saiko Intelli stepped into the room. She moved with her usual composed confidence, her sharp gaze scanning the space before landing on the empty chair Shoto Todoroki usually occupied.

"Todoroki isn't here," she announced, as though addressing the room was her right. "I've been looking for him."

The chatter faded as everyone turned to look at her. The warmth drained from the space, replaced by a tense silence.

Momo's hand froze mid-move on the chessboard. Her shoulders stiffened as she stared at the game in front of her, refusing to look up. Across from her, Kirishima glanced between her and Saiko, whispering, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Momo replied tightly, though her clenched jaw said otherwise.

Katsuki groaned audibly from the kitchen. "What the hell does she want now?"

Camie tilted her head, watching Saiko with mild interest. "She's got a vibe, alright," she said casually. "Not a good one."

"She's messing with everyone's heads," Katsuki muttered. "Todoroki needs to handle this crap."

Camie smirked, leaning back on the counter. "Ooooh, protective much?"

Katsuki glared at her. "Shut it."

Izuku and Ochako exchanged a glance. Ochako leaned in, whispering, "Why is she so fixated on Todoroki?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting between Saiko and Momo. "I don't know. But it's definitely making everyone uncomfortable."

"Including Todoroki," Ochako added. "You've noticed how tense he gets around her, right?"

Izuku nodded. "Yeah. It's not like him."

Meanwhile, Mina nudged Denki, her voice just loud enough to draw a glare from Jiro. "Geez, doesn't she know what boundaries are?"

"It's like she's here just to kill the vibe," Denki said, earning a chuckle from Jiro.

"If the vibe were a person, she'd have murdered it already," Jiro added, smirking.

Saiko ignored the tension around her, stepping farther into the room. "Your dormitory is quite... lively," she remarked, her tone carrying an undercurrent of superiority. "Though I must admit, Shiketsu's arrangements are far more refined."

Mina rolled her eyes. "Good for Shiketsu," she muttered under her breath.

Saiko's gaze landed on Momo. "Yaoyorozu," she said smoothly, "I assume you know where Todoroki is. The two of you seem quite... close."

Momo's hands curled into fists as she slowly rose to her feet. Despite the heat rising in her chest, her voice remained composed. "Todoroki isn't here. And if you have questions for him, you'll need to wait."

Saiko tilted her head slightly, studying Momo as though weighing her next move. Then, with a faint, polite smile, she said, "Of course. My apologies for the disruption."

Without another word, she turned and left, her movements as composed as ever.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, the room erupted.

"Finally!" Denki groaned, throwing his head back. "I thought she'd never leave."

"She's got some nerve," Mina said, shaking her head. "Showing up like that? What's her deal?"

Jiro turned to Momo, her expression cautious. "You okay?"

Momo nodded stiffly. "I'll be fine."

Katsuki scoffed, collapsing onto the couch. "Someone needs to tell Todoroki to handle his crap before she pulls this stunt again."

Izuku hesitated, his expression thoughtful. "Maybe we should all talk to him. He's clearly uncomfortable with her, but he might need help figuring out how to deal with it."

"Agreed," Iida said firmly from the doorway, his usual authoritative tone cutting through the noise. "This has gone on long enough."

As the group continued to murmur and strategize, Momo stayed silent, her thoughts churning. One thing was certain: this situation couldn't continue. Something had to change.

Scene skip

Shoto stared at his phone as the train sped toward its destination, the steady rhythm of the tracks beneath him an oddly soothing counterpoint to the chaos in his mind. His thumb hovered over the screen as he read the text from Izuku for the third time.

Midoriya: Hey, Todoroki. I thought you should know... Intelli showed up in the dorms looking for you. It didn't go over well. Everyone's tense about it, especially Yaoyorozu. We're here if you need support, but I think it's time to handle this directly.

Shoto frowned, his thoughts churning. He appreciated Izuku's tact, but the message only deepened his guilt. He could picture the scene all too clearly—Saiko's calm yet invasive presence disrupting the fragile balance of the dorms, the way Momo's posture would have stiffened, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Shoto closed his eyes, sighing softly.

'They shouldn't have to deal with this because of me.'

Before he could reply, another notification lit up his phone. This time, it was from Momo.

Yaoyorozu: Todoroki, I hope your visit with your family is going well. I wanted to let you know that things have been... difficult here. I won't press, but if you ever need to talk or if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.

Shoto stared at her message, his chest tightening. Momo's words were formal, almost impersonal, but he could sense the underlying emotion, the concern she was trying to mask. He read the text again, and then a third time, as though trying to decipher something hidden in her words.

His thoughts drifted back to his brother's advice. "The ones who make you feel like you can breathe—those are the ones you hold on to."

Shoto hadn't fully understood what Toya had meant at the time, but now, sitting on the train with Momo's words echoing in his mind, he felt a flicker of clarity. It's her.

Scene skip

Back at the dorms, the common room was abuzz with subdued frustration. Most of the students were gathered in the space, their conversations circling the same topic: Intelli.

"She's too much," Mina declared, pacing near the entertainment area. "I mean, I'm all for people being confident, but she's like... weaponized confidence. It's exhausting."

"She's definitely overstepping," Ochako agreed, seated beside Izuku. "Todoroki doesn't seem comfortable around her, and now she's making everyone else uncomfortable too."

Izuku nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "I sent him a message about it. Hopefully, he'll know we've got his back."

"That's good," Kirishima said. "I mean, I get that Todoroki's not the type to ask for help, but this is getting out of hand."

Katsuki scoffed from his spot by the kitchen. "Tch. He'd better handle it. I'm not putting up with her crap for much longer."

"Maybe we should help him?" Denki suggested, though his tone was uncertain. "Like, I don't know... talk to her?"

"No way," Jiro said flatly. "That'll just make it worse. If anyone can get through to her, it's Todoroki."

Camie, sitting cross-legged on the counter, grinned. "Sounds like a plan. Let the ice prince handle his ice queen."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's not even that cool. She's like a walking spreadsheet."

Amid the laughter, Momo sat quietly in the corner, her hands folded in her lap. She hadn't spoken much, her focus seemingly on the book resting on the table in front of her. But inside, her thoughts were racing.

Scene skip

The sun had dipped low by the time Shoto arrived back at the dorms, casting long shadows across the UA campus. The air was cool, the quiet hum of the evening a welcome contrast to the noise in his mind. He'd spent the train ride steeling himself, replaying his classmates' texts and his brother's words over and over until his course of action felt inevitable.

As he pushed open the door to the common room, the familiar sound of voices greeted him. The class was gathered as usual, the warm glow of the lights reflecting their easy camaraderie. But as soon as he stepped inside, the chatter quieted, heads turning toward him.

"Hey, Todoroki!" Kirishima greeted, his grin as bright as ever. "You're back!"

Shoto nodded, stepping farther into the room. "Yeah."

"Finally," Katsuki muttered from the couch, his arms crossed. "You better have a plan, Icy Hot. That chick's been driving everyone nuts."

"Kacchan," Izuku said, frowning at him. "There's no need to—"

"He's not wrong," Mina interrupted, folding her arms. "It's been tense around here. Like, really tense."

"Agreed," Iida added, adjusting his glasses. "Intelli's behavior has disrupted the harmony of the dorms. It's becoming a problem."

Shoto stood there for a moment, taking in their words. He noticed how the usual lightness in Mina's tone was edged with irritation, how Ochako's expression was more serious than usual, and how even Jiro, who rarely voiced strong opinions, was watching him expectantly.

But his gaze lingered on Momo. She sat near the corner of the room, her posture straight but her hands tightly clasped in her lap. She didn't speak, but her eyes met his briefly before flickering away.

"I know," Shoto said finally, his voice calm but firm. "And I'm grateful for all of you."

That earned him a few surprised looks. Even Katsuki raised an eyebrow, though he didn't comment.

"You've all been trying to help," Shoto continued, glancing around the room. "I appreciate it. But this is something I need to handle myself."

There was a pause before Izuku spoke. "Are you sure, Todoroki? We're here if you need us."

"I know," Shoto said, his tone softening slightly. "But this is my responsibility. I've let things go on for too long. I'll take care of it."

"Damn right you will," Katsuki muttered, leaning back against the couch. "About time."

Mina sighed, crossing her arms. "Alright, but if she pulls anything else, we're stepping in. Deal?"

Shoto nodded. "Deal."

Scene skip

As the group slowly dispersed, the tension in the room seemed to ease. Shoto stayed behind, his eyes following Momo as she moved to gather her things. Before she could leave, he stepped closer.

"Yaoyorozu," he said, his voice low but steady.

She turned, her expression guarded. "Yes, Todoroki?"

"Thank you," he said simply.

Momo blinked, caught off guard. "For what?"

"For texting me," he said. "And for... everything else."

Her cheeks flushed faintly, but she quickly composed herself. "I was only doing what any of us would have done."

Shoto hesitated, searching for the right words. "It means more than you think."

Momo's lips parted slightly, but before she could respond, Jiro's voice called from the hallway. "Momo, you coming?"

Momo glanced over her shoulder, then back at Shoto. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said softly before walking away.

Shoto watched her go, his resolve solidifying further. It's time to set things right.

We are planting seeds, harvest will come later.

Saluut.