Summary:

The stress of being a hero student is getting worse, so they let off a bit of steam.

Notes:

Sorry for the wait, life happens but I'm still writing, so that's what matters. This is also a rather cracky chapter but enjoy!

The dorms were quiet, which usually meant something was going to happen. In this case it was late afternoon, within the first few days of their break between years, and everyone in the class A dorm was bored. Which is when, in Izuku's opinion, the worst ideas are made. He looked around the common space, there were several small groups of his classmates spread around the area, when Kaminari walked down the stairs. He saw the grin spread across the blonde's face when the fateful words came from him.

"Hey everyone! The floor is lava!" The effect was immediate, the few on the couches tense up, Uraraka squealed and used her quirk on herself and Jiro, who had been on the floor next to her. Hagakure and Aoyama, who had been filming a dance for social media, flung themselves onto the couch; the very couch he was laying on, landing on him with a yelp. Tsuyu flung herself onto one of the walls while Tokoyami jumped onto a nearby chair. The crowning moment though, was when Ashido, Kirishima, and Sero all decided to jump onto the same table. There was a loud groan from the table, and Izuku watched as their eyes went wide as the table gave way with a large crack. As they landed on the floor in a heap Yaoyorozu and Kendo walked through the doors.

There was silence for a moment as the three on the floor tried to process what happened. It was broken by a laugh from Kendo. "Your class sure knows how to entertain themselves."

"This actually wasn't planned," Izuku wheezed as he nudged Hagakure off of him.

"Either way it's much better than listening to Monoma rant constantly." She answered with a deep sigh, and followed Yaoyorozu into the kitchen.

Izuku found out the next day what exactly Monoma was ranting about. With so many students staying over break Lunch Rush made lunch, the students were responsible for their own breakfast and dinner. He was walking behinds Uraraka to a table with their trays, ignoring all the glares their class had been getting, when a scathing remark from a group of student from class B made them pause.

"So glad to see the infamous class A show their faces, I was beginning to wonder if the school food wasn't good enough for you guys. But seeing as it's free, and that's all a few of you can afford, I'm surprised you aren't begging for more."

Izuku saw her shoulders tense at his words, no doubt meant for her. "No one in class A has to beg for what they have," she answered in a calm voice as she walked past, and he looked over to see Monoma's reaction, saw the gears turning in his mind before he spoke.

"My 't have to personally beg, just your parents." As soon as the words left his mouth Uraraka's tray of food was flying at him. He ducked it only to find her fist gripping the front of his shirt, her face centimeters from his.

"Say that again, I fucking dare you." Izuku could feel her rage as Monoma grinned, he had to stop this before Uraraka did something she would regret later. Her next words made him freeze. "I've gotten where I am today from the choicesI'vemade, no one else made them. Those choices have left me with scars, scars that I can't get rid of. I didn't want them but I have to live with them. Everyone here made the choice to go here, and now I'm giving you a choice." She leaned forward and whispered into the blonde's ear, whatever it was caused the color to drain from his face.

"Hey, Pink Cheeks!" Uraraka jerked back at the sound of Bakugo's voice, and she looked wildly around for the source. They made eye contact and he slowly shook his head. "He's not worth it."

They held each other's gaze for just a moment longer before she let go of Monoma's shirt, and as he fell back into his seat it tipped over backwards, no one had noticed he was floating. Izuku watched as, instead of going to get another tray, Uraraka walked over to the window, opened it, and jumped out. He moved to follow her but Bakugo stopped him.

"Kacchan?"

"Right now she probably needs to hit something, not have someone lecture her." He jerked his chin towards Monoma, who was about to start his ranting. "I'll deal with her, you deal with that mess."

Izuku watched as Bakugo followed Uraraka's path as he jumped out the window, and turned to the source of the fight.

"Monoma," he sighed as he turned to the blond. "Class A has gotten where we are today from the choices we've all made, from working together as a class, not trying to tear our class apart. Which is why I'm telling you this only once. If you insult Uraraka again, and anyone from our class hears about it, you will be dealing with our entire class." He watched as Monoma silently nodded. He returned the nod and made his way to a table to eat in peace.

Katsuki found Uraraka in one of the gyms about thirty minutes later, she was sparing with someone with short light blue hair that looked vaguely familiar. Cementoss was outside the makeshift ring, acting as judge, likely there to keep things from going too far. Because the blue haired woman could fight. He watched as the two exchanged blows for a moment, cursing under his breath as he watched the blue haired woman. Then it clicked, she was Rasen, a sidekick that made their debut this past year. Recent graduate of UA, Nejire Hado.

He could hear them trading remarks, about how each of them has improved.

"You're almost as strong as some of the pros, Ochaco." He heard as the woman grabbed Uraraka's arm as she tried to hit her, watched as she flipped his classmate over her shoulder and onto her back. Uraraka wasn't done though.

She grabbed her ankle and she must have activated her quirk as she slammed the woman onto the ground next to her.

"I thought we said no quirks?" Nejire gasped as she got up.

"Oops," was the brunette's reply as she rolled into a crouch facing the older woman. Katsuki crossed his arms as he watched them for the next twenty minutes. Uraraka was fighting dirty, something she only did when she was pissed. After the third use of her quirk Nejire had had enough, and used her own quirk from where Uraraka had floated her into the air. A spiral of golden energy slammed into her, and another spiral propelled Nejire downwards to slam into her, pinning her.

"Release your quirk," the older woman threatened, and after a tense moment she was released. It was then Katsuki decided to speak up.

"That was childish, Uraraka, and you know it." Katsuki crossed his arms as he watched her stand up, only then did he notice her tears.

"Yeah, and we're still children, Bakugo. The villains don't care about our age as they try to kill us." Uraraka didn't even bother to wipe the tears away as her voice got louder. "They don't care if our parents go to bed at night worrying if their child will wake up tomorrow; if we go to bed worrying if our friends will come home in one piece. They don't care that most of our time is spent learning how to cheat death." She let out a ragged sob as she took another breath. "Is this what you imagined it would be like, Bakugo, training at the most prestigious school for heroes? Training not to die? Because our childhood died the moment those villains attacked the USJ in our first year."

Katsuki was quiet for a moment as he thought about her words. No, this wasn't how he imagined his time at UA. Back when he applied all he thought about was being the best. He never would have even dreamed of the friends he has now, never would have dreamed his friendship with Deku would have been repaired. No, not what he imagined. Sure, he would change a few things, but not the outcome.

He looked at her and smirked. "C'mon Pink Cheeks, let's go."

"Go where?" She asked as she came towards him.

"For tonight only, I will join in on any dorm activities." He laughed at her surprised look. "Let's go be children."

Katsuki instantly regretted his decision when they walked into the dorm and straight into some crazy game Pikachu had seen online. Pikachu, Raccoon Eyes, Office Depot, and Streaker were sitting around a table, shoving marshmallows in their mouths and taking turns saying what he assumed was chubby bunny. He remembered the game when he was a kid, and it had apparently made a comeback.

Uraraka gave him a pleading look, but he shook his head. "Sorry Pink Cheeks, I hate marshmallows."

"You don't have to eat them," she pouted.

"I'll judge, is that okay?" She nodded before dragging him by the hand to sit on a chair.

"How many are you guys at?" She asked as she grabbed marshmallows from the bowl on the table.

"Eight," Jiro answered from the corner of the couch. For the next thirty minutes he acted as judge for the crazy game. He dodged marshmallows thrown at him by Kaminari when he got voted out. There might be some burnt ones on the ceiling but that was a problem for later.

Next to go was Sero and Hagakure, and they claimed they lost due to sabotage. Something Kaminari said had caused them to laugh, and in the process lose all their marshmallows. When it was just Ashido and Uraraka they managed to get into a staring contest while trying to shove as many marshmallows into their mouths as they could.

In the end the pink girl broke and laughed first. Uraraka, excited about her win, threw herself onto Katsuki's lap and kissed his cheek, her mouth still full of the sticky sweets. He shoved her away and she had made herself weightless and floated away as he wiped at the sticky mess on his cheek.

Katsuki went to the kitchen to get a drink when he spotted it, someone had left it out when they raided the cabinets. An economy size container of cinnamon. He knew Deku was in the common space with Icyhot, he grinned as he got out spoons.

"Hey Nerd, get in here!" The sound of several people making their way into the kitchen made his grin widen, more people to watch the nerd lose.

Midoriya was the first one to come around the corner, and when he saw him holding the cinnamon and spoons he tried to run, but his way out was now blocked. "Kacchan, please no."

"What's wrong, Deku, don't want to lose?" He shook the container menacingly.

"Last time we did that I couldn't taste anything for a week."

"If you can beat me I'll give you my ice cream recipe." He saw Deku perk up, he had been wanting that recipe for years.

"Deal." He joined him at the counter.

"Can others join?" Icyhot asked from the crowd of people who had come to watch.

"Feel free," Katsuki shrugged as he joined them as well. When he was done setting everything up there was three tablespoons full of cinnamon sitting out, and without flinching he put a full spoon into his mouth. The familiar burn filled his mouth, but it was pleasant to him. Midoriya was next, and earned a nod of approval when he kept a straight face, Todoroki earning a nod as well.

Kaminari decided that he was joining in on this game as well and proceeded to measure out a heaping teaspoon of the cinnamon that was left unattended. Katsuki knew someone would try to join, so he purposely left it out. No one thought to warn him as he shoved it in his mouth, and Katsuki gave everyone a knowing grin as the inevitable happened.

It took about three seconds for Kaminari to realize hefucked eyes watered as he started to cough, and a cloud of cinnamon came out and settled on the counter. Katsuki barked out a laugh as he ran for the fridge and proceeded to drink milk straight from the carton, ignoring the protests from his classmates from the edge of the kitchen.

"How," Kaminari began between trying to catch his breath and drinking more milk. "The actual fuck. Did you guys do that? With a straight face?"

"Cause I'm not weak as shit."

"Because Kacchan forced me to play as a kid." Midoriya's answer didn't surprise anyone, and they waited for Todoroki to answer.

"Was there supposed to be something wrong with it?" There was a chorus of groans from the group.

"How can you not feel how spicy that was?" Kaminari asked in disbelief while Katsuki grinned. Finally, someone other than the damn nerd who could keep up with him.

The next ten minutes were filled with the increasing horror of those gathered in the kitchen. After years of doing this with Midoriya they had come up with their own rule. Instead of who could eat the most at once it was changed to who could eat the most spoons. They had made it to the fifth tablespoon full with out incident, but Katsuki could tell Deku was slowing down. As they were putting the next spoon in he saw it, the green haired boy's nose twitched.

Once, twice. AACHOO! Midoriya disappeared in a cloud of cinnamon. Then he started coughing. As he coughed his arms flew out, accidentally knocking the container of cinnamon. The open; economy sized container of cinnamon. It landed with a thud right at his feet, the powder flying out the top of the container upon impact, covering him and a good part of the kitchen in the brown powder.

His stunned expression was priceless. His clothes were covered in it, and his arms and face were freckled with the powder.

Katsuki didn't start laughing until he saw Todoroki standing there, spoon in hand, looking at the lost cinnamon as if he lost the best snack. If Icyhot wanted spicy, he'll give him spicy.

"Hey Icyhot, if you wait a moment I'll give you something better than cinnamon." He said over his shoulder as he went to the cabinet he had claimed. He dug around for a moment and came out with a jar of peppers, their red color catching Todoroki's attention. Just one of several jars of pickled Carolina Reapers.

Katsuki took the lid off and the smell of vinegar and spices filled his nose. He took one out and bit into it, holding out the jar to the other teen. He took one and bit into it like one might bite into a candy bar, he watched as dual colored eyes widened before devouring the rest of the pepper.

"We'll call this a tie since the Nerd knocked over the cinnamon," he declared as he set the jar down and turned to a cabinet to get out some bowls. He turned back around to see Todoroki eating another pepper while as the few that remained in the kitchen looked on with concern. "You can keep that jar," he laughed a bit as he walked to the freezer and took out a container, clearly labeled as his and for no one to touch. His homemade ice cream, a spiced chocolate ice cream with separate swirls of cinnamon and chilies. He started dishing out the treat as Todoroki watched, casually eating peppers, occasionally handing one over to him.

He handed a bowl over to Todoroki, who took one bite before rushing to one of the cabinets. After a moment of digging around in them he came out with a jar of dark reddish brown sauce. He opened it and began to pour some on the ice cream. All Katsuki could smell was the almost overwhelming smell of cinnamon and chilies.

"Fuyumi makes this for me," he offered the jar and Katsuki dipped his spoon into the thick syrup. As soon as he put it in his mouth he knew he needed the recipe, and he didn't hesitate as he poured a generous amount onto his ice cream as well. He grabbed another jar of peppers and motioned for Todoroki to follow him to the common space, where Uraraka and Midoriya had claimed two of the couches in front of the TV, where a murder documentary was already playing. He sat next to her, and she took the opportunity to stretch her legs across his lap, while Todoroki sat next to his boyfriend, and for a while it was peaceful.

Katsuki heard the doors of the dorm open as he was getting another pepper, biting into it he heard Kirishima's voice as he came back from his nightly workout. Heard the heavy footsteps as he came up behind him, smelled his extra minty gum as he tugged his head back by his hair and covered his mouth whit his own. The taste of mint lingered after he pulled away, and after a moment the red head smacked his lips together, clearly confused about something.

"Why is my mouth going numb?" His eyes widened in realization when he saw the jar on the table, along with Katsuki's shit eating grin. "So, this is how I die." He said, rather calmly despite the situation. "It was nice knowing you, Kats. If you need me, I'm going to go get pretty for my funeral."

"I'll be sure to tell everyone that you died a very heroic death." After Kirishima walked off Uraraka nudged him in the chest with her foot.

"That wasn't very manly, Bakugo." He grabbed her foot before she could get away, his free hand inching closer, fingers wiggling. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me Pink Cheeks," he growled back, both of them with matching feral grins. His hand shot out, one finger trailing up her foot, and she shrieked as she tried to jerk away. His laugh was abruptly cut off as he was hit in the face by one of the many throw pillows. He looked over and saw Midoriya, his arm still stretched out, glaring at them.

"We're trying to watch this," he complained at them. He let go of her foot and slowly reached down for the pillow.

"You asked for it, Nerd."

The next morning, before anyone woke up, several pictures were placed in the basket on the table next to the wall.

The first was of Uraraka in Bakugo's lap, her feet kicked up in the air, one arm wrapped around his neck the other up in the air. She was giving him a kiss on the cheek as he tried to shove her away. If you looked closely you could tell her cheeks were still full of marshmallows, and she was purposely getting the sticky mess on him.

The next one was of Kaminari, his face covered as he coughed out a cloud if cinnamon. Off to the side you could see Bakugo, his knowing grin a bit feral.

The next one was of Bakugo and Todoroki as they prepared their ice cream. The blond was dishing out the treat while the other was focused as he fished out a pepper.

Then came Kirishima right after he kissed Bakugo, his eyes wide as he caught sight of the jar sitting on the table. The blonde's head was leaning back against the couch, smirk in place. Uraraka's legs were still stretched across his lap, she also had a grin as she watched the two. The bottom edge of the picture was lined with tufts of green.

The last picture was of the trashed common space; the coffee table was on its side and there was several destroyed pillows, their stuffing was everywhere. As the victors, Bakugo and Uraraka had claimed the couches, and were stretched out on them. As they had lost, Midoriya and Todoroki were left on the floor, Midoriya had his head resting on Todoroki's stomach as they all started the murder documentary again.